#line up if we were on our knees in front of him with his extremely long legs u know

[burstingsunrise]

Career choice: Luke's lip product applier or pants adjuster? Personally, I lean on applier - tapping his lips as they become more pink and plump under your fingers..😍 However, grazing the skin on his abdomen.. on your knees..😵‍💫 Every time I think I'm sure I'm swayed to the other side😄 What's your pick?🤗

if you could have seen my face reading this...oh god how am i supposed to choose 😭😭😭

ok. let's think rationally about this. lip product applier gets to touch his lips and feel the texture of them and probably feel his breath on your hand.

pants adjuster gets to put your hands inside his pants- ok yeah no that's all i need to consider. there's no contest. we're going with pants adjuster for sure.

#lip product applier would be great don't get me wrong #here's your warning these tags are about to get nsfw-ish #but actually touching his stomach and perhaps...beyond #and see meg and i have this thing #meg can i implicate you in this #sorry i'm going to #where we're just really curious where we'd uh #line up if we were on our knees in front of him with his extremely long legs u know #god it's too early for this #you just had to put that 'on your knees' bit in there didn't you :) #ask #anon #happy monday everyone!

[jarofstyles]

FICTOBER DAY 3- Don't You Trust Me?

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warnings- mention of abuse, werewolves, asshole!harry, mention of blood and injury, mention of death/killing

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Y/N was silent as she looked up at the man who had the power to ruin her life standing over her. Her arms were crossed, body sat in the corner as his wolfish smile sent a shudder through her body. 

God, he was scary. The alpha of a rival pack greeting you personally in a holding cell was absolutely not what the ideal scenario would be for anyone, but especially not when it was this alpha. He wasn’t known for his kindness, his pack staying to themselves and remaining self sufficient. When her own pack had tried to come in and take over years ago when she herself was just a pup, they’d lost hundreds. The true scale and viciousness of the pack had been extremely underestimated by an arrogant alpha with no sense of fear. Surely he died with one though, at the hands of the one in front of her.

“There, there, pet. Why are you trembling?” The croon was sickening, the eyes dark as he slowly approached her cowering body. “Hm? You’ve got to understand why we had to take you in. Sniffing around our land is… unfavorable. Not a wise move.” His shoes clicked on the cement of the holding cell, the cold floor itself freezing her core. He was pawing at her, playing with his food. “Do you know who I am?” 

Y/N didn’t find her voice yet, nodding as an answer. That wasn’t good enough for him, though, and she felt it when his voice dropped and he stopped right in front of her. “You’re a big girl. Use your words. Do you know who I am.. Where you are?” 

“Yes.” She squeaked, swallowing thickly as she kept her eyes averted. “I know who you are and I know where I am.” 

“So tell me why you thought it was a good idea to turn up here?” He asked, the toe of his brown leather boot nudging her knee. “Hm? Give me your eyes when you’re speaking.” His voice tensed. “Don’t be disrespectful.” 

Y/N was terrified. This was a man who was known for devious things when provoked and the last thing she wanted to do was provoke her, but her body was frozen. “I’m s-sorry, I’m just afraid. I didn’t mean to come on to your land. I got lost.” The excuse was laughed off, the bark of laughter making her clench her fists. Why would he laugh at that? 

“Lost? You avoided all the signs?” His arms crossed over his broad chest making her sink deeper into the wall. His gaze cut like a knife into her own. “I find it hard to believe that. But let’s say I do. Why should I let you go? I see… quite an interesting pack mark on your arm.” His smile was rueful, eyes narrowed as he stared at the mark with clear detestment. “How do I know you aren’t a spy, hm?” He growled. “How do I know that the weak land you come from hasn’t gained another delusional leader, since it seems to run in your stream water, thinking they can overtake my own land?”

“I swear, that isn’t it, I don’t agree with what they’ve done in the past and I-” The interruption was another growl that made her cower back, internally hating herself for it. If she had proper food and water in her, perhaps the snark could come back where it usually sat at the tip of her tongue, but she was too tired and frightened to argue. “I was trying to escape them. I was, I was trying to throw them off my trail and making different lines for them to follow. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t even know until I was tackled and brought up here.” Rudely, she may add. Tossed into the cell with no answer of why and no chance to explain herself. Until now. 

“Escaping?” Harry quirked a brow, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip as he observed her. There was no telling if he believed her or not, but she was wishing on every star she had that he could spare her. “Why would you try and escape them? They try to advertise being a luxurious and exclusive pack…” His eyes ran over her. “It would make sense for them to think little of me. Send their prettiest pack member over with a sob story, try and break into my strategies and secrets. There are always whispers.” 

“I-I swear to the moon, that isn’t the case. I’m leaving because- because my father promised me to the alpha’s son. He’s dangerous. I’ve been hurt so many times before just in the courting process and they won’t let me back out of this deal.” She swallowed her sob that had been crawling up her throat, terrified of her fate. “I know it sounds fake but I swear it, Alpha. I promise. They’ll put out a howl for me soon, report me missing and stolen but If I was to return, they’d kill me.” She stressed, eyes widening up at the bigger man. “Oh god, I’m going to die either way. You’re going to kill me too.”   

“Perhaps.” The werewolf Alpha replied. “If you’re lying, I’ll cut your throat myself. I’ll make an example out of you and send your arm back to your pack, with that disgusting mark branded over with our own.” It was terrifying, the way he spoke with such little care for her life- as if it would please him to make a point to the pack she was running from. “But, if you aren’t lying.. I think it would be such a beautiful turn of events if I take you in. Rub some salt in the wounds I know are still gaping open back in those artificial crystal encrusted gates.” He sneered in obvious distaste, the true hatred of her birth pack showing with his eyes. Y/N couldn’t help that tiny sliver of hope at his words, though. If he took her in?

“I promise, I swear it, I’m not lying. If you- if you can promise me safety from them, I’ll stay and work for you, I’ll do anything... You won’t regret it.” She pleaded, giving him her most honest look. She was exhausted, filthy, her ankle throbbed and her head was still bleeding from where the guard had wacked it on the tree when she flailed. All she wanted was a warm bed, a wash, some food and safety from the people she knew were hunting her. 

The strong creature gazed down at her with a silent promise. If she messed this up, she was dead. If she was out in the forest, she probably would suffer the same fate. 

“Anything?” That wolfish smirk rose on his lips, a sparkle like glint in his eyes. Y/N knew that wasn’t a good thing, but she had no choice but to nod. “Unwise to promise that, little pet. But i suppose I can let you stay.” Harry couldn’t resist the temptation to win yet another battle from her pathetic excuse of a pack. Having their most attractive member run to him for shelter? That would be the icing on the bloody cake.  “You’ll be put on probation. I need you to be watched and I will be listening in to every rumor and whisper in the wind to assure you aren’t leaking anything back.” Taking a step forward, he extended his large hand, Y/N’s swallow audible as she  was slow to place her smaller, dirt and blood stained palm into his own. 

“Lets move a bit faster, pet. Don’t you trust me?” 

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[doc-pickles]

emergency contact | anthony beauvillier

summary: you’re sick and all tito wants is for you to take care of yourself

warnings: mentions of being sick, hospital, a few swears

a/n: this idea popped into my head and I knew it was the perfect thing to write tito into!

enjoy!

xoxo nina

Tito always warned you about taking care of yourself. You had a tendency to get lost in your work and skip meals or leave your water bottle at home and go the whole day without even thinking about taking a sip of water. But when you’d come down with a cold, Beau’s insistence that you take care of yourself grew tenfold.

“Did you take DayQuil?”

“Yes.”

“And ate breakfast?”

“Yes.”

“And you-“

“Anthony,” you cut him off as he stared at you from his place at the door. You never used his full name so he knew you were serious. “I’m fine. I will survive going to work for the day while you do tape review. Okay?”

Tito groaned before nodding and pressing a kiss to your hair, “I’m just worried about you baby. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded, leaning into Tito slightly before he left for the day. After he shut the door you heaved a sigh before gathering your work things and heading into the office for the day.

It’s only took 45 minutes of being at work before your migraine cropped back up. You pushed it aside as you worked on the document in front of you.

But the pain became worse, to the point where you could barely see your screen. You groaned and shut your laptop, deciding that you needed a snack and a break from your work.

As soon as you stood up your head began to swim, your fingers reaching for the edge of your desk to try and balance yourself. The attempt was futile as your knees buckled and your vision went black.

-

Tito was sitting across from Petey and Brock, the trio spread out across Brock’s living room reviewing film. Just as Elias paused the tape Tito’s phone rang.

“Lemme grab this real quick,” Anthony stood from the couch, Elias throwing a pillow at him.

“Bring back more beer!”

Tito laughed as he answered the call, walking into the kitchen, “Hello?”

“Hi Im calling from Vancouver General Hospital. Is this Anthony Beauvillier?”

“Yeah that’s me. Is uh- is everything okay?”

“I have Y/N Y/L/N in the ER and you’re listed as her emergency contact.”

Tito’s heart dropped as he set the beers in his hands down and went to slip his shoes on. Petey and Brock stared at him but he couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge them as he tried to locate his keys.

“Is she okay? What happened?” Tito tried to keep the panic out of his voice but it was hard when the woman across the line wasn’t telling him anything.

“I can’t release medical information on the phone,” the woman said in a dull monotone. “Would you be able to come down to our emergency department?”

Anthony finally located his keys and made his way toward the front door, “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

As he hung up his phone Anthony finally looked to Brock and Petey who both looked concerned, “Y/N is in the ER. I gotta go.”

The boys barely got out a few reassuring words to Tito before he was out the door and driving to the hospital, worry lacing his body as he raced to where you were.

-

“She should be fine, she was extremely dehydrated when she was brought in so we started her on an IV. And I’m assuming the cough and cold have been going on for awhile?”

“About a week.”

“Sounds about right. She’s developed acute bronchitis but it’s very mild so we’ve already started her on a course of NSAID’s to help with the the inflammation. She’ll need plenty of rest the next few days.”

“Okay, thank you so much.”

Although you couldn’t tell who the other person talking was, you quickly determined it was a doctor talking to Tito.

Fuck…

That meant you were in the hospital, right after Tito tried to warn you about taking care of yourself. You heard the door shut and slowly peaked your eyes open, watching at Tito settled into the chair at your side and hung his head. His hands ran through his hair before he took a deep breath, eyes locked on the floor.

“Baby…,” you whispered, Tito’s head popping up at the sound. “Hi. I’m sorry.”

Before you could move a muscle Anthony hopped out of the chair, fingers running across your forehead as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, “You scared the shit out of me.”

You sighed at Tito’s words, leaning closer to him, “I’m sorry. I thought I’d be okay at work. I should’ve listened to you.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m just glad you’re okay,” Tito leaned down to meet your eyes. “You are okay, right?”

“Yeah I got a migraine and went to stand up and…,” you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut to try and keep out the panic that clawed at your chest. “And then I woke up here. So I have no idea what happened.”

Anthony sensed your panic as he pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands skating over your back slowly in a comforting manner. Just his touch on your skin had your breathing slowing, body relaxed in his hold.

“The doctor will be back in an hour to make sure you’re okay then I’m taking you home and you’re not leaving bed for the next two days.”

“What if I have to pee?”

“I’ll carry you to the bathroom.”

“And when you have your game tomorrow night?”

Tito fixed you with a look that had you grinning instantly, knowing you were pushing his buttons, “You’re killing me here.”

“I know, but you love me right?”

“Yes baby,” Tito leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you so much.”

#anthony beauvillier #tito beauvillier #anthony beauvillier fic #anthony beauvillier imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nina writes

[darkgodcomplex]

Reverend Wally

Wally X Reader

AO3 Link

Content Warning: Psychological Horror, Scopophobia, Religion and Religious Symbolism, Christianity, Demons

"Our father, who art in heaven-"

Hands clasped tightly together, you pray alone in front of the alter. It's far too late for anyone else to be here, but that is somehow more comforting in a time like this.

"-hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven-"

You stare up at the large pillars of the church, the tall sharp architecture and the stained glass windows. If it were day, the windows would show the stations of the cross, going through the entirety of the crucifixion. Now though, they're only dark and hollow, the reflection of the candle's light on the surface mimicking eyes.

"Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses-"

Are you speaking to no one? Will no one answer your prayers?

"-as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation-"

You feel a warm hand curl around your shoulder. They recite the last line of the prayer in unison with you.

"-but deliver us from evil."

You whip your head around only to see Father Wally Darling smiling down at you. You're used to seeing him in his mass attire, but now he wears more casual clothes. The only indication that he's a reverend is the small cross he adorns around his neck.

"Father-"

"Why are you here so late, my child?" He asks, tilting his head. His eyes are soft and kind, just as you always remember them.

"I-" You look at the floor, then back to the alter. "Father... have you ever performed an exorcism?"

He freezes, then chooses his words carefully. "Why would you be getting mixed up in such dark things?"

"I fear there is a demon following me." You tell him, standing from your kneeling position. "Or some dark energy, in the least."

Wally runs a hand over his chin, his eyes trained to the floor. "These things don't just appear. Did you-" His eyes flick up. "-invite them in somehow?"

"I swear, I have been faithful to you and our church." You bow your head. "But lately I feel as if I've been watched. Even now, I can feel the eyes boring into me." You glance around the dim chapel. The statues, the paintings, even the knots in the floorboards are eyes staring into your soul.

"Of course you have been loyal to me, my child." He grips your chin, moving your head so that you're staring into his eyes. "The only pair of eyes you have to worry about here are mine. This place is safe."

You grasp nervously at your hands, continuing to stare helplessly up at him. "Father, what am I to do?"

He lets go of your chin, running a hand through his hair. "We won't perform a exorcism, that is only for the most extreme of cases. We shall have a baptism of sorts."

"But I am already baptized." You tell him, confusion written all over your face.

"Of sorts, I said." Wally leads you up the steps to the alter. "It's bit different."

You let him take the lead, following his instructions as you set up the equipment. You've never heard of another type of baptism, but you trust that a reverend knows more about this than you do.

Once everything is set up, he motions with his hands, "Kneel before me, child."

You fall to your knees. It feels like worship.

He dips his hand into the water, bringing it to your face. You had watched him bless the water just moments earlier. He presses his thumb against your forehead, drawing some sort of shape. It doesn't feel like a cross.

"You've always been quite the dedicated follower." He whispers quietly, wet hand moving to now cup your cheek.

"Yes, father." You agree, unsure of where he is going with this.

"I wish to have you." He says, voice low. "What do you wish for in return?"

You blink up at him, "Have me?"

"Semantics." He brushes it off. "I merely mean to have you in the sense of a loyal worshipper of the church."

"Oh, okay." You pause. "I wish..."

What do you wish for?

"I wish to be safe."

"Oh, I would never let anything hurt you." He assures. Still, he extends his hand. "I wish to have you. You wish to be safe."

You're not quite sure what he expects from you, but you take his hand. He gives a large smile, holding your hand tight. "Thank you, my dear."

There's a gush of wind and the candles go out in the church, leaving you in darkness.

The eyes.

The only thing that is luminescent in the darkness are Wally's eyes. They glow, staring down at you. You yank away your hand, scrambling backwards as more eyes appear in the blackness. You have to escape.

You have the church layout memorized and move easily through the pews. The eyes appear everywhere, lighting your way. When you reach the door, you find that it's locked. You bang against it.

The window. Your hands scramble to find anything heavy. A small Jesus statue sits upon a table.

Sorry Jesus.

Taking the statue, you heave it against the window. Despite the statue's weight, the window doesn't shatter. It only stares down at you.

"Is this any way to act?" It's Wally's voice, but it's more distorted now. "I promised you that you would have your safety, didn’t I?"

"I didn't agree to this!" You protest, chest heaving. You feel cornered, the eyes are in every direction now.

"Oh, but you did." He laughs. "That's how it works, you shook my hand and made a wish. I'm keeping up my end of the deal."

Something grabs onto your ankle. You try to kick it off but it yanks you, making you fall to the floor.

"It's time to keep your end. Don't worry, I take good care of my playthings"

You're dragged further into the church, kicking and screaming.

This was never a holy place.

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[bradshawsbaby]

My Bee! ✨💛🧡♥️ Is your door still open for Trick Or Treat-ers?? 🎃

Of course! Happy Halloween, sweet friend! I hope you don’t mind a little glimpse into the future with an older Bradley and Mrs. Bradshaw! 🥰

“Here you are, Mrs. Bradshaw,” Bradley grinned as he lowered himself beside you on the front steps of your home, handing you a new bag of candy to pour into the large plastic bowl you had resting on your lap.

“Why thank you, Captain Bradshaw,” you teased in return, smiling at your husband as you tore open the bag, stealing a small piece of chocolate for yourself before you replenished the bowl for the trick-or-treaters.

Bradley wasn’t as subtle—he reached over and grabbed a fistful of candy, tearing open a bag of mini M&Ms before you could slap it out of his hands.

“Bradley Bradshaw!” you scolded, trying very hard to mask the look of amusement on your face as you glared at the extremely childish man you had married.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence as he poured the contents of another bag of M&Ms into his mouth like it was nothing.

“These are for the trick-or-treaters, not for you,” you laughed, swatting at his hand as he tried to reach for more. “If you’re hungry, there’s still plenty of granola and fruit inside. Very heart healthy.”

“Ugh, getting old sucks,” Bradley pouted, sighing dramatically as he rested a hand on your knee.

“You’re telling me,” you lamented, running a hand through your hair, which was now streaked liberally with strands of gray.

“You’re not getting old, honey. Just aging like fine wine,” your husband grinned, leaning over to give you a tender kiss.

“Sure, we’ll go with that,” you chuckled, the laugh lines around your mouth and eyes deepening as you smiled.

Bradley opened his mouth to respond, but was suddenly interrupted by the sound of small voices babbling excitedly as they hurried up your walkway.

“Well look what we have here, baby!” he exclaimed enthusiastically, smiling at the sweet faces that were beaming up at the two of you. “A princess, a dinosaur, a skeleton, and a ladybug!”

“Wow!” you cooed, your heart warming at the sight of the precious little ones standing before you. “Very impressive!”

“Trick-or-treat!” they chorused, holding up their little pumpkin buckets, already filled nearly to the brim.

You and Bradley filled their buckets with a few pieces of candy each, laughing in delight as they whooped and cheered excitedly.

“Happy Halloween,” you told them brightly, waving as they turned and hurried back to their parents after thanking you and Bradley sweetly.

Sighing softly, you set the bowl of candy down on the step beside you and turned to look at Bradley. “Don’t you miss it? Having little ones like that?”

Bradley’s eyes softened as he looked at you, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I do,” he nodded, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest. “Our kids were pretty damn adorable when they were that small.”

Halloween had always been a big affair in your household, but it was quieter now that Goose and Lydia were away at college, and James wanted to spend all his time with his high school buddies. You and Bradley were still learning how to adjust to this new phase of your lives.

“It makes me happy, seeing all the trick-or-treaters,” you murmured softly, resting your head on your husband’s shoulder. “It makes me think about all the wonderful times we had when the kids were growing up.”

“It really was wonderful, wasn’t it?” Bradley whispered, rubbing soft circles on your back. “Damn, I miss our babies being babies.”

“Me, too,” you admitted, getting a little teary-eyed as you thought more about it.

The two of you were quiet for a couple minutes before Bradley broke the silence with a low chuckle.

“C’mon now, we don’t want to scare the trick-or-treaters away. A couple of oldies sitting on their front porch, crying into the candy,” he joked gently, lightening the mood.

“Who are you calling old? I thought we were aging like fine wine,” you smirked, poking him in the side.

“You are,” Bradley insisted, grinning as he bumped his nose against yours, his mustache tickling your upper lip. “I’m not so sure about me.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re still as sexy as the day I met you,” you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips.

Just then, you heard soft giggles and a few cleared throats. Turning your heads, you and your husband found that there was a new group of children standing at the bottom of your steps.

“Um, trick-or-treat?”

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[allwaswell16]

Happy Fan Fic Writer Appreciation Day 2023!

In honor of this day, here are the first lines of fics written by some of my favorite One Direction fan fic writers! This post gets longer every year, but we are incredibly lucky to have such talented writers writing fic for our fandom. I truly just had to stop somewhere though. (You can find previous year’s lists and my other recs here.)

Harry stretched in bed with a smile. 

“Ah!” Louis hissed when the needle touched his finger.

Wanted: Dog Walker.

Harry’s stomach growls as he walks down the pavement toward Mercury Chicken. 

Louis woke up to someone grabbing his ankle and tugging lightly.

Everyone is expected to be back in the office a minimum of two days a week starting the first full week of December.

Harry is drunk.

Louis is late.

Harry leans his forehead against the thick glass window, peering into the nursery, trying to figure out which one of the babies is his.

The first time Louis sees him, it’s from the stage. 

Oli can't remember a time when Louis Tomlinson wasn't an integral part of his life. 

“This is really good, mate.” 

Harry had always fantasized about being in a romantic comedy.

If you had told Louis Tomlinson a year ago that he would be celebrating his birthday by kissing the man who has turned out to be the love of his life on a Church Street park bench in Burlington VT (where he now lives) as the snow drifts softly down, he would have told you that you were extremely imaginative. 

He was back.

Louis Tomlinson is in a foul mood.

“Doctor!” Harry’s voice calls from deep within the recesses of the TARDIS’ vast wardrobe, the room shaped like a massive wagon wheel with a lounge in the center. “I think I found it!” 

When Harry hurt himself in front of all of his coworkers, he thought his Christmas Eve couldn’t get any worse.

Louis surges forward, his arm shooting through the automatic elevator door on a reflex when he sees a familiar looking woman striding towards the elevator. 

Louis opened the door, carefully pushing against the old wood on its rusty hinges. 

It was a once in a lifetime storm; a hurricane had come to the Mediterranean.

Louis is running late for coffee with his mates.

“Don’t.” 

Thunder cracks through the inky sky as Harry scurries into the bar. 

The studio lights were bright. 

“Are you fucking with me?” Louis wails, then metaphorically claps a hand over his own mouth. 

Seven.

“Lou, I have an idea and need your help.”

Louis is three pints in when he notices someone looking in his direction.

They’re about to be caught. 

If there was anything people needed to know about Louis, it was that he was not a morning person. 

It was a nice normal day.

Louis fidgeted in his seat, his knee bouncing from the force of his pent up energy.

Observant.

Louis slams his tray on the slightly sticky table and pulls back the chair.

It starts, as any great story starts, at a dinner party. 

Harry relaxes in the bathtub, sliding down so the water covers her shoulders. 

Louis nervously tugs at the collar of his shirt.

“Thanks for shopping at Victoria's Secret. Have a great day!”

Harry couldn’t breathe.

Louis has been single for 369 days, and the last place he wants to be is at a wedding.

The moment Harry clocked in, he was already rolling his eyes and wishing he could clock out.

Louis was so fucked.

Harry hummed along with a song he didn’t know the words to as he changed Max’s diaper before bed.

♥ Thank you writers! ♥

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[gatzilksis-2]

The Grand Return (3)

(this story includes fart kink and other adult elements)

chapter two here

Chapter Three: Cropdusters

Opening with Tony as the manager was pretty normal at first. I was lucky enough to work with both Vince and Tony, the man I'd befriended and the man whose infamous gas I had experienced only once. I learned that they had known each other a while. Vince had been a sophomore while Tony was a senior in high school. I hadn't grown up in this town, so I didn't know anyone here that well.

Things began to get going on our first smoke break. Vince didn't smoke but vaped, so he went out into the cold with Tony and I. We were all shivering, clouds forming from our breaths.

Tony took his long hair down and started fixing it, cigarette between his lips. When his hair was back up, he bent both knees with his mischievous brown eyes staring at me. PHWRRRT!

Vince chuckled, his glasses fogging up. "Damn. I'm surprised you couldn't see that in the air."

"Wasn't warm enough," Tony joked. The smell of his fart took over the area, though there was a breeze. It was like hot eggs in a dumpster in the summer, a fart to be proud of.

"Wow." I rubbed my nose. "Pam said you fart a lot."

"Who, me?" His grin spread wider, and he put his cigarette out. "Not at all."

"That's crazy talk," joked Vince.

We went back inside, and business started picking up. Even so, this was the day I learned both of my gassy coworkers were married to women. Of course they were.

Two mornings later, Vince and I got there first, Tony showing up late in his SUV. He was pulling his hair up as he hurried to the door. He unlocked it and held it open, his shirt only half-buttoned, showing his hairy chest though the weather was freezing. I held the second door for him, but Tony shook his head. "You go. Trust me."

I had a feeling I knew what he was up to. I walked ahead, following Vince to the front counter of The Chicken Spot. I looked back and noticed an excuse; the rug was out of place. I backtracked to fix it, bending down just as Tony was walking by.

My nostrils filled with his rank, silent fart, probably multiple of them pushed out as he'd walked. I stood up straight, eyes wide from my instant love of his incredible gas. At the counter, Tony noticed and smirked. "That's why I told you to go first."

"My god." I shook my head, pretending not to like it as I joined him. "They always smell that bad?"

"Yeah. I'm extremely lactose intolerant, and I don't do well with bread, either." Tony put a tan hand to his average stomach and walked away, leaving me excited for the future of his farts.

Later that morning, he brought up the subject on his own. It had been slow, and we were just chilling.

"Pam really said I fart a lot?" Tony asked, his sexy smile excitable and shining white.

"Yeah," I answered and laughed. "Did you always?"

"Oh, yeah." Tony nodded as Vince walked over to us. "Since I was a kid. I didn't know I had the digestive issues until I was an adult. I was the smelly kid. But I learned how to make them quiet so it wasn't as distracting. Now I use that skill to cropdust everyone here."

He couldn't have been prouder of himself.

Vince pushed his glasses up, chuckling. "Dude, we have to start the cropdust battles again!"

I loved the sound of that. "The what?"

"When we closed together, we'd both cropdust people until someone noticed," Tony explained. "We could totally do it on this shift, from ten to two when everyone is here."

"That's hilarious." I definitely wanted to be part of this.

So later, when there were employees everywhere, Tony and Vince were at their stations. Vince was bagging for drive thru, right beside my order-taking screen. Tony was way down the line on the fry station.

Vince's spot was in front of the drive thru sandwich station, and behind Tony's spot was the front counter and the front sandwich station. I watched both of them, wondering how much they were farting.

It wasn't long before I could smell the shitty, meaty smell of Vince's farts. When there was a break in business, I said, "Hey, I can smell you."

"Doesn't count. You know the game." Vince looked down at Tony. Tony smiled and made a cutting motion with two fingers: cutting farts.

My lunch break came soon, and someone came to relieve me. I patted Vince's back as I passed him, graciously taking a nice breath of his gas. The girl replacing me would surely smell it, and he would lose the game.

However, as I was passing the front sandwich station, the girl in that position said, "I think the oil needs changed or something. It stinks over here."

Tony and I locked eyes and started laughing. I clapped a hand over my mouth and ran into the lobby, and Tony retreated to the back to crack up.

When I got back to my position, I told Vince the news, pointing to the sandwich girl. "She smelled Tony, so you win."

"No, that means I lost," Vince explained. "The point of the game is to get someone to smell it."

"Well, damn. I mean, Tony seems like he could outfart most guys."

"Catch me on the right day." Vince took off his glasses and cleaned them with his shirt, showing a couple inches of tan skin covered by dark hair. He put the glasses back on, the sliver of belly disappearing. "Ask my wife."

"I believe you."

The next morning, Vince didn't work but a lady instead. Tony still opened, but he didn't act the same way with an older woman present.

The day after that, I had Tony and another guy, an older one. When we were set up and open but dead, Tony and I leaned on the front counter. BWRRRT! He farted right against the surface.

The older guy jumped and smiled. "Dang, buddy!"

Tony and I laughed, and I slid an inch away from him. His scent, always the same intensity and thickness, invaded my nostrils.

"I tell ya, I couldn't stop farting last night," Tony started, crossing his arms. "One after the other after the other. Kate went to sleep on the couch after a couple hours of it."

"What'd you eat?" I asked.

"I had a spicy sandwich from here and then alfredo pasta later." Tony rubbed his stomach above the shirt. "Lactose intolerance, and spicy chicken always gets me, too."

"Your wife isn't used to it by now?" I asked, figuring she should be, since they had a seven year old son together.

"She has her limits." Tony held his breath. There was no sound, but the smell doubled. I swear the air turned a degree warmer. "It was always hard to find girls that liked me. One date I went on, I couldn't stop farting all through the movie. I knew it stunk, but she didn't seem to notice. But then I never heard from her again."

"That's awesome." I laughed.

"Jesus!" The second wave of stink hit our older coworker, and he walked away to the back.

"I'm glad you talk about farts like I do." Tony patted me on the back. "You and Vince are my gas buddies."

Gas buddies. I liked the sound of that.

Next time...

Vince and Cal connect on a deeper level while Tony gets brutal.

#farts #gatzilksis #eproctophilia #fart kink #eprocto #flatulence #fart fiction #fart stories #male fart fiction #male fart stories

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cotton candy | s.riley

CHAPTER NINE

Pairing: Simon Riley aka Ghost x Original female character

Warnings: THIS IS SO LONG. Mentions of Smut. Smut. Cum talk. Dirty talk.

Chapter Summary: When Laura gets back from the failed club mission, she has to consider a weird possibility; maybe it's high time she takes the load off. And maybe, just maybe, Ghost wants to do the same thing.

A/N: i'm going out of town for 4 days, so enjoy this extremely long chapter with rewarding half-smut at the end. Things get real weird for Laura as well. Lines blurred between Soap and her and Ghost?

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Chapter nine

Soap walked me to the evac site and all I felt was a general numbness, as if all my limbs belonged to someone else and they had the controls. I knew Soap was telling me something. I knew his words must be soothing, comforting even, but all I seemed to care about was that Ghost, Simon, and I had all but made out in front of the entire task force and no one had said a damn thing.

I reasoned with myself as Soap helped into the Jeep, touching my waist as he fastened my belt. Getting in the passenger seat. Telling Laswell to just get out of here.

I reasoned quite well with myself. I told myself I had to do it. I had to stop those guys from getting their paws on me, from finding me. We were in a room full of people making out, so the most logical thing would be to blend in. And I'd heard somewhere that shows of affection make people queasy, that it makes people want to look away.

And as the feeling gradually returned to my fingertips and lips, as I started hearing things in detail instead of a droning roar, I became aware that Laswell was asking me something.

"Laura?"

"Yes?"

She looked at me in the rearview mirror, the break lights from the car in front of us painting her skin red, her eyes black. "Do you want to talk about what happened with Lieutenant Riley?" she asked. Her brows were frowned, expression torn between professionalism and concern.

"I failed, didn't I?"

She sucked her teeth. "Yes, but we will have other opportunities," she answered, taking a left, the red tint washing from her features. She wasn't looking at me anymore. "None of our targets recognized our men. We still have a chance to go back."

"Not with me, though," I said, swallowing my pride. "Now they know I'm alive."

She shrugged. "I'm not concerned with that Laura." But the look on her face, strained brows, puckered lips, and downturned eyes, proved that wrong. "I just want to make sure you're unharmed."

I felt something on my bare knee, and when I looked down, I saw Soap's knuckles rubbing against my skin. He'd moved so silently, so smoothly, that no one knew he was comforting me. Well, Laswell hadn't noticed.

"Do you want to talk about what happened with Ghost?" Soap asked, his voice so smooth, accent like honey, that it could have been mistaken for genuine curiosity.

I gulped, clenching my teeth. "I mean... we had to do that."

Laswell shook her head. "There could've been other options," she said. "But I see why Ghost decided on that."

"Are you alright?" Soap asked, and even though I couldn't see his face, I saw the outline of his shoulders tense. He was still rubbing my knee gently.

I hummed. "Yeah." Because no, I wasn't alright. Half my brain wanted to go back in there, with danger nipping at my heels, and a ghost devouring my lips. I wanted to feel his hands on me like that again, swallow his grunts, and feel him hard and hot at my belly. I wanted to feel caged, wrapped in darkness, pressed up against the wall with nothing but his body heat as a source of pleasure. I wanted all my senses to be knocked loose by him, to be invaded by nothing but his smell and his touch.

But another part of me, some part that knew this would come to an end some day. The part that knew this was anything if not illogical, that wanted to punch Simon. That wanted to sink my teeth in his neck and rip his jugular out and make him bleed, make him in need just the way he leaves me every time.

I decided there was none of those two parts would ever come to terms.

The rest of the ride was in silence. I had no idea where the three others had went, and frankly, I didn't care. I wanted to get dressed in some long joggings and hide under a blanket in the dark for ages. But when we got to back to base, riding under the bright gate lights and the three check points, I knew there was no way in hell I would be allowed that privilege.

Laswell left me with Soap to go through the medbay. They checked my vitals and shone an annoying little light in my eyes. Soap stood there in silence, the green lights making his tan looked washed out. I could only imagine what I looked like.

When the nurse pushed my hair back and saw the fading blue black bite mark that Simon had adorned on me, she frowned. "When did this happen?" she asked.

I covered it with my hair. "I did a wrong move in training," I mumbled, feeling the embarrassment and the annoyance climb from my fingertips to my ears in a wash of liquid fire.

Soap bent down, tugging my hair away form my shoulder. His eyes narrowed on the mark and he hummed. I thought he was going to snitch, tell the doctor that his superior had bitten me in some weird lust-filled moment. But instead he replaced my hair.

"Is it infected?" he asked the doctor, who just looked at him with her mouth slightly agape.

"No," she answered. "But that looks like teeth, Sergeant."

"She went undercover last week," Soap answered.

The doctor shook her head and took a few notes into my chart, but otherwise, didn't pry. I guess things were different in the Navy.

She discharged me and Soap walked me out into the dark. I was glad no one had commented on the mini jeans skirt and the sparkling tank top.

"You're leaving a trail of glitter," Soap commented as we walked back to the RV, meandering through a maze of buildings and tents.

I looked at him, wearing a grey long sleeve and black jeans. "You look like every other guy," I replied.

He smirked, bringing a heavy arm over my shoulders and bringing me close to him. I soaked up his body heat, feeling his muscles move against my skin, placing my hand on his chest. "You good, pumpkin?" he whispered into my hair, mouth on my hairline.

"I'm cold," I said.

He squeezed my shoulders, bringing me even closer to him. He was silent until our RV came into view, dark and quiet. Maybe he felt the tension snap in my spine, climb up to my shoulders.

"I don't think he's here," he said.

"Where did he go?"

Soap sighed, and as we neared the door, he placed a very gentle, surprising kiss on my forehead.

"He was just as affected as you were," he answered, his mouth ghosting over my hair again, nose burying into my locks. "He went to blow some steam off with Gaz and Ale."

I nodded, folding my arms over my chest, another sour, jealous feeling pooling into my ribcage. "I get it."

Soap let go of me to open the door, and I swear, I felt the cold seep back through my pores.

I went inside the dark RV, snapping on the lights and moving through it quietly, feeling Soap at my back. He followed me silently, ghosting his fingers on my waist, down my spine.

"You should change," he said.

"Where did he go?" I asked, turning to face Soap. We were almost in the bedroom, where the dark called me, where my bed pulled at my senses.

Soap looked me dead in the eyes, brows pulled together. He was so close that I could see the tiny wrinkles near his eyes, the scar under the left corner of his mouth.

He took my face in his hands, large and warm. "Let's make sure you're okay, yeah?"

I felt tears prick the back of my eyes. "Lie to me?" I said.

He smiled, putting his forehead against mine and walking towards me, forcing me to walk back into the darkness of the room. "He's just at the bar," he said.

I nodded and he let me go. I pawed my bed until I found my folded joggings. It was dark and I'm sure Soap couldn't see but I didn't really care at this point. Sleep was tugging at my lids, pulling at my feet, my joints, my knees. I was so exhausted, mentally prepared to forget, that changing in the dark with Soap was the least of my worries.

"Here," he said, voice low, guttural almost. I felt soft fabric against my elbow and when I grabbed onto it, I realized it was a shirt. "You'll be comfortable in this."

I quickly switched out of my sparkly, dumb fucking cami and bra and threw those in the corner. I slipped on Soap's t-shirt. It smelled like him, like his cologne, like the gum he chewed regularly. It was soft against my arms, rubbing against my chest.

"Are you okay to sleep?" he asked.

I climbed onto my top bunk, over Ghost's bed, and signed, feet dangling over the edge into nothing. Soap's hand landed on my knee again, thumb pressing onto the inside of my thigh. "I don't want to be alone," I admitted. "At least until I fall asleep."

He grunted. "Move over," he ordered.

I couldn't see well, but I'd adjusted to the dark enough to see his outline as he changed out of his jeans and shirt and only put on his joggers.

I gulped, heart in my throat as he climbed up onto my bunk, forcing me towards the wall. He was shirtless.

"Soap." I put a hand against his chest, feeling the few coarse hairs there, when he lay on his back with a sigh.

"Just lay here with me, lassie," he said. "I swear I won't do anything."

When he saw I wasn't moving, he put a hand over mine, where it rested over his beating heart. His skin was burning.

"I understand the feeling of not wanting to be alone, Laura," he said. This time, his voice was strained, as if that was a secret he'd sworn never to reveal. "I hate seeing you scared. I hate that I can't help you feel... more at ease. But believe me when I say this, lass, that I'd never touch you." And then his hand caressed up to my elbow and he tugged slightly. "Just lay here and go to sleep."

The way he'd said that had felt so sincere, so real, that my heart thawed and the fear lacing my blood seemed to thin out like water.

I lay there beside him, head sharing a pillow, with his arms wrapped around me as if we were two sworn lovers. He turned to his side, facing me, letting me put my face in his chest and hear the rhythm of his heart. One of his hands played the guitar against my ribs, the other scratched gently at my scalp.

For the first time in a while, I took a full breath in. And sleep found me with no trouble.

***

By the time I woke up, I had forgotten that there was a full grown man with me in bed. My eyes shot open, skin behind my knees clammy, sweat on my back and forehead. No wonder I was boiling; I had a human furnace wrapped around me like a koala bear to a tree trunk.

Soap's left arm was wrapped around my waist, fingers inching into my t-shirt (his t-shirt). His other arm was under my head, supporting my neck while his hand dug at the roots of my hair.

The covers had been thrown to the end of the bunk, where I could see that our legs were tangled. Soft morning light filtered in through the horizontal curtains, painting the air a light grey. It would be cloudy today.

I wasn't sure if Ghost and Gaz had made it back to their bunks, and with my back pressed against the wall, there was no way I'd be able to take a peak. So I moved slightly, pressing myself against Soap's front, planting my hands on the mattress, and pushing myself up slightly.

Almost immediately, like an instinct had pulled him from sleep, Johnny groaned and used the hand around my waist to stop me from moving. His fingers pinched my waist, the sensitive skin there, and pinned me back against the mattress.

"Be careful how you move, pumpkin," he drawled, sleep tugging at his voice, at his accent. It was so deliciously thick, like honey dropping from an open glass pot.

I gulped. "What?"

i looked down, watching as he smirked in his semi-awake state and buried his face into the pillow. He pushed me down again, until I was face to face with him, and grabbed onto my back, scooting me flush against his body in a flash.

I could feel him hard at my belly, his chest hot, skin like flickering flames.

Immediately, I felt my cheeks burn, and I scoffed. "Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry!"

He chuckled against the pillow. "Nothin' to be sorry about, pancake," he muttered, turning away from me. He lay on his side, back to me now, and I could see the coiled, corded muscle in his back strain. He was tan from the South Asian sun, skin like golden honey.

I swung a leg over him and carefully climbed down from the bunk, noticing the empty, perfectly neat sheets in the bunk under mine. When I landed on my feet, Soap groaned, now facing me. His left hand dangled from the bed and he reached out, smoothing his thumb on my jaw.

"You know what you need, princess?" he asked, eyes glazing back to sleep. It was still so early in the day.

"What?"

He snorted. "You need to let out some tension."

I frowned. If this was going where I thought it was, I wanted none of it.

"Relax," he sighed, rolling onto his back, forearm swung over his head. "I meant something like dancing or... going to the bar." By the end of his sentence, I was sure he went back to sleep.

I sighed heavily, rolling my eyes and meandering through the RV. It was empty and dark, the early grey light seeping in from the curtains. Stuff was strewn everywhere; pants across the kitchen table, papers and pens on the counter, a few socks along the carpeted floor.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face, brushed my teeth, and took a comb - likely Soap's - and tugged it through my hair. His words kept playing in my head. Tension. As if this was my vacation of choice; left to be bait for the US Navy Seals.

I sighed, feeling the frustration tears well up. I hadn't actually given much thought to it. To the whole idea, the situation, how fucked up my current circumstances were. A few weeks ago, I was a normal young woman, fresh out of university, with the world at her fingertips. I took that opportunity to test the waters, visit the world, break out of my shell but it seems the process I trusted wanted to test me even more.

My hands curled into fists against my eyes, as if I could physically push the tears back in. I sniffed, hiding a sob with a cough. I threw my head back, making the fuzzy blue light overhead sting my retina.

Just a few more days. They'd catch Alvarez somehow. They'd kill him or imprison him, and I'd be safe to return home.

"Alright," I sighed, almost sarcastically.

I really needed to air out the steam building between my ribs. It made me feel like a balloon full of air, pricked just hard enough to put pressure on the flesh but not hard enough to pop it.

So, I decided, I'd do what Soap suggested. I'd go dancing.

***

When Ghost woke up, he knew it was passed his alarm by the way the sun heated his face under the black fabric of his balaclava. He groaned inwardly, mentally cursing whoever's idea it was to go drinking late into the night.

Oh yeah. It was him.

Where was he?

He coughed, something like smoke curling along his tongue. Cigars. Fucking Price. Of course, he disappeared for this entire mission, but a soon as the drinking and smoking began, he dared to poke his big ass nose into their business.

"Rise n shine, lieutenant!"

Speaking of the devil.

Ghost opened his eyes, analyzing his surroundings. He was poised against the wall of someone's barracks. Probably Price. By the way the cot was made perfectly, the sheets tucked and tight against the thin mattress. The male paraphernalia strewn across the bedside table. The bottle of cologne on the desk beside the barrack's box. And a huge wooden box filled to the brim with cigars.

And the man himself stood, arms crossed over his chest, over a green hoodie, right by Ghost's booted feet.

"Get up, soldier, we got intel on your man," the captain said, voice gruff and raw, probably from the whiskey and the cigars from last night. And the girls. And the music, the laughing. The girls.

Ghost shook a feeling from his shoulders, like shedding a sheet of dust that had collected along his back.

How he'd wished those girls had been Laura.

It took a second for that thought to register before Ghost peeled it away from his brain. He got to his feet, groaning at the pain in his tailbone, the numbness in his calves, in his knees.

"A little banged up there, L.T?" Price asked.

Ghost grunted. "You've never had a rough night before, cap?"

Price huffed. "A many a nights, man." He threw his head back and laughed. "That's right. You got yourself a girl last night, eh?"

Ghost grunted. He had - technically, though, he hadn't brought her back anywhere.

Price laughed again, a deep rumble in his chest. "How was it?"

Ghost shrugged. It's not like he'd had time to prepare or enjoy. It was fast and nasty and over in ten minutes. He'd gotten his paws on the first girl with long black hair and hadn't even had to court her in any way. She'd been attracted - like most of them are - to the mystery beyond the mask, to his eyes and the way he seemed dead behind them.

It wasn't long before she was bent over the sink in the single bathroom at the back of the bar, her shirt on the damp wooden floor, her midnight locks splashed like black ink against her bare back. He'd pushed her face into the tiled counter so that he could pretend she was someone else. So that he could stare at her back, her hair, and pretend that the hip he was squeezing was someone else's, that the cunt he was rutting into belonged to her.

And once it was over, after Ghost had finished in the condom he'd insisted on wearing, it just didn't feel right. This girl with the wrong face and the hair slightly too light and the skin not the right shade. This girl that was too tall, too skinny. Ghost couldn't even stay to help her clean up after he'd ditched the condom and tucked himself back into his pants. He couldn't even bare to watch this girl stare at herself in the mirror.

He'd so badly wished that it was Laura. He'd so badly hoped that this girl would have morphed into her, into the right face, the right height, the smile and laugh and the way the corner of her bottom lip stuck under her canine sometimes.

Fuck. Ghost had it bad.

"I don't remember," Ghost lied.

Price's face lit up light a Christmas tree. "The drink got you this time!" He clapped the lieutenant on the shoulder. "Ah, the loss wasn't so bad, man. It's things that happen when you put civvies in the field. We'll do a better job next time."

Ghost nodded. He needed a shower, bad.

"Alright, look," Price continued. "We got intel last night, while you were nose deep in whiskey and ball's deep in whoever. Alvarez is moving some serious cargo in a few days. Laswell said a few tons of explosives and drugs, so if we can get our hands on it, that's a win for us."

"Get ourselves some captives too," Ghost answered. "I want them alive so they can tell us exactly where Alvarez is."

Price nodded, something akin to a shadow gliding over his features. He frowned, getting a little closer to Ghost. He peered through the opening in his mask.

"That girl, Laura?" he said. "She really saw him?"

"Apparently."

"And she's still alive?"

"Affirmative."

Price shook his head slowly. "It's really uncanny how one American girl ends up knowing the face of one of South America's most wanted cartel leader."

"Laswell didn't fill you in?"

"She did," Price answered. "How is this girl anyway? Where is she?"

Ghost's shoulders tightened. "She went back to the RV with Sergeant MacTavish."

Price made a grimace. "Is that... are they a thing now?"

"I don't know." Something tugged in Ghost's belly, like a string clung to his belly button. If anyone could have her beside him, it could be Soap, and that would be the only man Ghost would allow even a few inches form her.

But he wanted her first.

"Well," Price sighed, moving to the door, grabbing his phone off the table. "Come on, Laswell is waiting."

Most of the information that Laswell had was generic. Ghost followed along, took his orders, and scrammed as fast as he could. He was still dressed in last night's shenanigans; black jeans, his trusted black hoodie, and his boxers that probably had that girl's DNA all over it.

He had nothing on his schedule for the day, so he ran to the showers and cleaned up, got back to Price's barrack's room to talk strategy, and then went right to the gym. He worked out his frustrations on the bench press and the treadmill, and tried to ignore the feeling of dread sitting heavily in the pit of his stomach. Like a rock.

Ghost had never regretted sex. Ever. There had never been any girl that he'd regretted. Even the desperate catches on faraway missions. Even that time he hadn't seen a woman in three months and put his hands on the first thing he saw. He never regretted.

But now.

Now he wished he'd listened to his brain and not his dick. He felt so filthy now, so dirty. He felt as if it was written all over his forehead - well, written on a huge poster that clung to his back. He felt as if the whole world knew that he'd fucked a random girl that kind of looked like Laura because he needed to empty his balls so bad.

Because now, he felt like if his hands touched her, he'd stain her.

The gym didn't help with his frustration. So he went to combat training and brought Gaz and Price down to the mat a few times, sweated until his brow was soaked. Even then, he could feel the tension straining in his bones.

And by the time night rolled in and he was at target practice and Soap showed up, he was still trying to breathe the tension out of his skin.

"L.T?"

Ghost turned, meeting Soap's inquiring gaze.

"Soap."

"You seen Laura?"

Ghost's insides curled in on themselves. "No." And then. "Why?"

Soap shrugged, putting his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "I haven't seen her all day."

"You were with her last night?" he asked, but he wasn't accusing him. He was starting to get worried.

"Yeah," Soap answered, frowning. "Then she woke up, and I think I heard her crying in the bathroom, and then she was gone."

Ghost bristled, putting the rifle down on the table. "She cried?"

"Yeah, think so."

"Why didn't you follow her?" Ghost asked, voice rough, low. Worried.

Soap shrugged again. "I didn't want to bother her I mean, I felt like I was annoying her." He licked his lips. "You told me to stay with her when we came back from the club. You said to stick to her like glue. I even got in bed with her, L.T."

"And?"

"She slept."

"Good," Ghost sighed. "She didn't say anything about what happened?" Ghost was a soldier first. He needed to know if anything else had come up, memories, anything, that could help this mission.

"Nothing, sir."

"You should've followed her, Johnny," he said. "At least, asked her why she cried. Now we have to go and find her."

A door slammed shut to their left and both men turned to see Alejandro walk in, bright smile etched on his face.

"Hermanos!" he greeted, hands in the air like it'd been years they hadn't seen each other. "I come bearing some great news."

"You're going back home," Ghost groaned.

Ale's hands fell back to his thighs with a clap. "Sorry to disappoint, sir, but it's not the case," he answered gruffly. "The bar's hosting ladies night again!" He made fists with his hands and punched Soap in the shoulder twice.

"Again?" Soap asked, incredulous. "There was one yesterday and I missed it?"

"Well, chico," Ale answered in a breath. "It's your time to mke it count. Last night, Ghost had - "

"That'll do," Ghost interrupted. "Let's go then, shall we?"

It wasn't long until they'd made it through the little labyrinth that was this military base. They heard the bar's music before they even saw it, and something in Ghost's bones shifted.

"Oh, shit," Soap groaned, stopping in mid step, the gravel under his boots squelching. "I think I know where our girl is."

Our girl.

"In there, hermano?" Ale asked, pointing to the bar. The windows were tinted purple.

"I told her to let off some steam," the sergeant sighed. "I even suggested dancing."

"Well, she can use it," Ale answered, and the trio resumed their walk. "She's so..."

"Uptight?" Soap offered and the two other groaned in acquiescence.

When they walked through the wooden, creaking door, the smell of alcohol and girl hit them like a ton of bricks on a speeding train. It was intoxicating, the smell of women. Like their scent was made to do just that; turn men into mush, compliant little ants who wanted to do nothing but please them. And coincidence enough, Ghost had that same instinct climbing up his spine.

He just didn't want to see Laura in the same predicament as him last night; letting off some steam with a Ghost look-a-like.

The music was so loud that Ghost could barely hear himself think, and the screaming and singing from the pack of girls, military and... well not. It was some poppy tune that Ghost didn't really like, so he meandered to the bar and asked for a beer. He knew he should be scanning the dance floor, the dark corners, the benches, tables, and couches for her. But he needed something in his veins to numb that feeling coursing through his blood.

"Nah, brother," Soap yelled over the music, grabbing his superior by the shoulder like old chums. "Something stronger!"

The kid ordered three bourbons and a shot of clear liquid, and as Ghost downed both drinks, he knew his stomach would make him pay tomorrow morning.

"We're not here to do any damage?" Ale asked once Ghost put the drinks back down and took a hefty seat at the bar.

Soap shrugged sarcastically. "I thought this was girl's night!" he said. "Where are the gi... oh there's Laura!"

Ghost's head snapped quicker than a whip, jostling his brain against his skull violently.

He scanned the crowd, but it was dark and everyone was dressed in black but it didn't take him long to spot her. She was so vivid, laughing and smiling so wide it's like her mouth was splitting her face in half.

She was wearing black jeans, the type that clung to her hips and ass but loosened after that. So that all you could stare at were her delicious curves. And just above the waistband of her jeans was a sliver of skin because her black t-shirt wasn't long enough to cover her belly button.

And her hair. Her hair was a long mass of midnight locks, cascading down her back as she moved with girls she probably didn't even know. It was so shiny, so well done that it caught the lights off the strobe every time she threw her head back to laugh.

"Damn." That came from Soap.

Ghost swallowed the equally inappropriate thing he wanted to say because Laura made eye contact with him across the room, her face coming still as she moved through the crowd. She took small steps, interminable steps, moving through the crowd like a knife in butter.

And once she stood before the three of them, it was too late. Ghost's hands itched.

"You came!" she said over the music.

Ale bent down to whisper something in her ear and she giggled, hitting him in the chest playfully.

Soap moved to her other side, caging her in. She was theirs now. "I got scared, lass," he said. "You vanished this morning."

She grimaced. "I didn't want to wake you."

Soap shrugged then tapped her on the back, making quick eye contact with Ghost, who was still perched on his barstool silently.

"Ale!" Soap said, calling his attention. "There's a nice table of footsie sittin' over there untouched!"

"Ehhhh, perro, you're about to lose some serious dinero!"

And they left so quickly. They left nothing but Laura behind, who stared up at Ghost, black ink-drop eyes imploring.

He stood slowly, brushing his knee against her knuckles. His mouth was pasty, like he was... nervous. And he hated it.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, reaching out to brush the knuckle of his index across her belly. She was burning. Sticky. Drunk.

"Clothes," she answered sarcastically. "Why are you dressed like there's a mountain you're going to shred down in old red skis?"

Ghost felt some kind of anger brew at the bottom of his throat. "I'm always dressed like this."

She reached out and placed her thumb against the outside of his palm, her other fingers gripping his. "You can take it off," she said, reaching on her tip toes so that their faces were inches apart, where he and only he could hear her say that.

He resisted the instinct to flinch.

"What?"

"The mask," she cooed, coming back down on her heels. But she was so much closer to him. And she was still clutching his hand. "Take it off."

"Negative."

"Why?" she asked, frowning, eyes cast down. So cute. So drunk. "Are you ugly."

He wanted her to see him smile.

He bent down so they were eye-to-eye. So that she could see the slick shadow glide across his irises like black tar. "Quite the opposite, sweet thing," he answered, pressing his thumb against her chin so that her mouth opened slightly. He felt the bourbon in his head now, heating his skull like lava. "Now tell me why you're dressed like this."

She looked up from under her brows. What a pretty sight.

"It's just jeans and a t-shirt."

He groaned, glazing his eyes. "Do you know what that does to me?" he asked. "To see you like this?"

"Like what?" But this time, she was daring, pushing her limits.

"So... easy." His eyes, so heavy, so lust-filled, clipped down to her mouth and back to her eyes. The eye contact was driving her crazy. He could tell by the way she was enraptured by his stare. "You look like I could drag you back to the RV and fuck you on the table and you wouldn't say a thing."

His filthy words seemed to plug her into the wall and bring her right back to life. She stiffened, closing her mouth, pulling herself away from him completely so as not to touch him anymore.

Ghost fantasized that if he touched her cheeks, they'd be burning.

"You don't like that?" he asked.

The music changed behind them. Someone cheered but it felt so far away.

She gulped. She watched him take a step towards her, wrap his hand around her arm and tug her out the door, feet tumbling after him. She didn't say a word, like he predicted, as he dragged her around the bend of the bar, scuffing her shoulder on the corner of the outer wall. She didn't even blink when he slammed her up against the wall, the moonlight shining off her ink-drop eyes.

"You gonna say anything, my Laura," Ghost whispered, pressing his nose to the side of her face, hands on her bare arms, barely there, barely touching. Her skin buzzed. "You going to tell me to fuck off? Huh? Are you going to push at me? Come on, baby, you got more fire than that?"

Because truth is, he wanted her to push him off. He wanted her to dig her nails into his shoulders, scream at him, tell him that he was disgusting, ugly, and dirty. Tell him that she never wanted his hands on her again.

Because he felt like all those things. And he didn't want to stain her. After last night, after the girl that looked like her but wasn't her, after that dumb decision to empty his sack in some hired whore. He wanted Laura to push him off, keep that stain from her.

But he also wanted her. He also couldn't keep his hands from her.

"You're scaring me," she muttered.

"Good," he whispered in her ear. "I should scare you, baby."

She shivered and, oh, he wanted to press her against him until his heat became her source of life.

"Push me off, Laura," he drawled, dipping his nose to her shoulder. His mouth opened under the mask.

"I want to feel your hair," she asked, so sweetly, so low. Something sliced down his spine. "I won't look, Simon, I swear." His name off her lips was pure sin, and the way she grabbed at him, fingers in his shirt, pulling him closer.

"Say my name," he panted, pushing her back against the wall. Shit, he was so hard.

She pulled him closer until there was nothing but their clothes separating their skin. "Simon, please."

He shivered. He was so weak. So amped up. Even with yesterday, he felt like he was 16 again. Getting hard at the sound of her voice. His name off her lips like a prayer.

Her hands worked up his back while his slipped to her hips. She put her forehead against his shoulder, her hands climbing to his neck, into his mask. He felt it strain over his mouth, his nose, until both were uncovered.

"I'm not looking," she muttered. "But please Simon, kiss me."

He would not be told twice. This was the first time that she had asked him. That it wasn't him taking it from her.

He brought his hands to her face and kissed her. Her mouth, now familiar terrain, moulded to his like two perfect puzzle pieces. He groaned into the kiss, pulling her head back to deepen it, teasingly petting his tongue against her lower lip.

She clung to him for dear life. Nails in his shoulders, bringing him closer, ever closer, until he had to put one hand against the wall to support them or he'd squish her against it.

She tasted like beer and something sweet, like candy or gum. And he was addicted, kissing her and kissing her but he was never sated. He would never get enough of that candy taste on his tongue.

He pulled away from her lips to kiss down her jaw, her neck, unconsciously rutting his hips against hers. She grunted, groaned, moaned when his lips turned to teeth on her shoulder. He marked her again, teeth imprinted in the soft skin there, and as he worked his way back up her neck, he knew just kissing her this time wouldn't be enough.

"Simon," she panted, eyes closed, waiting for him to devour her again. But he just kissed around her mouth, her jaw, her chin.

"Laura," he whispered against her neck, hips grinding into hers. "I need to..." He put his face in her neck suddenly, forcing all his weight on her, squeezing her between his chest and the wall so hard she whimpered. And that sound, the way she grabbed onto him, made a bolt snap like lightening in his spine, pooling fire flooding his belly. "Fuck, fuck."

He felt the fire lick up his spine and in seconds, his boxers were wet.

"Fuck," he whispered, leaning against her neck, putting his entire weight on her. He could feel the flames of his pleasure soothe along his back, like a dying fire, but it felt so good that he didn't care.

He'd just cum in his pants like an over-teased tween.

He chuckled. At least he hadn't touched her. He hadn't stained her.

"I need to go..." he hesitated. She was still riled up tight like the string of a bow. He didn't want to leave her high and dry. "Laura, I can't touch you," he whispered in her neck. "Last night, I..."

"I know," she answered. "Some girls told me."

He wanted to know, deep down, how she felt about it. Jealous?

"I don't want to dirty you," he muttered.

"I get it."

He sighed. "I can go get Soap," he suggested, feeling the heavy blanket of sleep calling his name.

"What?" she asked, going tense against him.

"To finish you," Ghost said, matter-of-fact. "I know he's been dying to."

She made a weird strangled sound. "W-what, no, why would Soap - "

Ghost chuckled, interrupting her. "I want you to cum, Laura." And oh, her name on his tongue tasted as sweet as her mouth. "Soap would do a fine job, I'm sure."

He could practically hear the gears running in her head. She was wondering how Ghost could be so willing to share her with Soap. Because she'd never want the opposite. "He's the only other man I trust with you," he cooed. "I need to get that... other girl off my skin. Soap can take care of you for a while. What do you say, my little dove?"

She shivered at the pet name.

After a long pause, she said, "I'll go... I'll go back inside."

He smiled against her neck and then straightened. She meet his eyes quickly, but she was avoiding his gaze. Hers skittered across his mask and then back to her feet.

"Go," Ghost ordered, bringing his hands to her face. "Before I change my mind."

She looked up, biting the inside of her cheek. Then she nodded and pushed off the wall, her feet crunching on the gravel below as she retreated into the night, back to the bar.

Ghost sighed. Thank god he was wearing black pants.

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Bleeding

-Megumi x reader/oc

tw: extreme angst, rape and non-con mentions, assault and murder

-Blood doesn't have to be weeping red liquids. We are all bleeding on each other in one way or another as we roam the earth, spending our entire lives searching for a purpose. We cry to know we are alive, and we bleed to know we are living. The tears we shed are our souls bleeding as we destroy ourselves and the blood we shed is our bodies telling us we have fought for our destruction

The darkness cannot possibly consume us all, or perhaps I used to think that way; I used to believe that. My eyes stung as lumps of dirt clung to my face, my skin rubbing raw against the isolated path. "Please, please let me just..." my muscles screamed at me as I scrambled to my knees, pleading to the heavy work boot in front of me, a leering snarl above it, belonging to an icy, sharp face twisted in rage, with a mop of dusty brown hair and cruel, narrow eyes. "Please, please no, no" I dragged my body backwards, skin shrieking as I groped around for something, anything to protect myself. Spots danced in my vision as a boot slammed into my sternum, shattering any cohesion I had left as my voice echoed hoarse screams, mocking shouts echoing back at me.

"And this happened when?" The officer in front of me looked entirely unimpressed as I sat bloodied and bruised, face filthy with dirt, tear marks leaving clean lines down my face, I cradled my wrist with the other hand, sitting on the edge of the offered chair, every part of my body cried out at the slightest touch.

The heaving in my chest made the thumping of my heart painfully aware to my aching skull and weeping joints "today, just earlier! in the back alleys! Please, please you have to believe me! please-" I reached to grab his hand, desperation evident in my tone and panic crossing my face as his thick pencil moustache twitched, beady eyes looking everywhere but me as he yanked his meaty hand back. Paperwork rustling as I clutched thin air. "Why...why would I make this up...please" I begged him, begging and begging, self-worth torn to shreds and thrown to the dogs.

"I think you need some supervision...these marks are clearly self-inflicted. That bruise around your throat has upward pressure, everyone knows strangling leaves downward pressure" Wasps buzzed in my head, droning noises drowning the rest of my thoughts as I frantically tried to explain it.

"He pinned me to the floor and was pushing up to-"

"Enough miss, officers call a nurse and-"

"He was lifting me by my throat!"

"Silence miss, officers have the nurse alert the psych ward we have-"

"Officer! Believe me! Please! I would never-"

""Shut up little girl! Sit back down and be a good girl, the hospital will come and take you to a place you can't pull any more of these stunts" He shouted at me, spittle flying everywhere as blood rushed to his face, likening him to a tomato, a bastardly one at that. The situation sunk in and the blood rushed from my face, I must have resembled a ghost as my bloodshot eyes began to weep again and my skin coloured the same as porcelain. The world was silent as the droning consumed all, blurring scenes flashing before me as hands grabbed me, pulling me up stairs, down stairs, between streets. My body swayed and my heart was thumping in my chest; one pump, two pump, three pump, four. One step, two step, three step, four. 

It was cold outside. It was grey outside. It was silent outside. The sun was  gone, hidden away from me and in hiding it had taken all comfort from my heart. The ache in my bones for the warmth and peace of basking in the sunshine was a ball and chain holding me to the ground, rooting me in place as the hands yanked on me again; I was not moving until the sun came out.

Inside the van was…odd. There were little scrapes where nails had scrabbled, scrambling to escape. Ropes on the sides, attached to hefty rings that you couldn’t pull down. It wasn’t as dark as I expected it to be either, for a van, it was despicably bright and hauntingly empty of anything but the driver's seat and a lone cushion. White walls and a white floor, bars between the driver and myself, I tried to rationalise the situation, to understand this from another perspective. If I was a nurse and this body the patient, how would I make her tell the story?

Okay, I started by asking her what had happened, how she had come to have such injuries. The story was harsh, the story was brutal and I fought to remain impartial as tears flooded her cheeks and she began to shake. Did she call for help, I asked her what she tried to do once she was cornered, did she even try, did she perhaps not do enough. But she did, screaming and crying her story to me until I could no longer stay outside it and I collapsed into myself. Curling in a fetal position as my lungs contracted, squeezing all the air out; I was wheezing and my nails scraped lines into my skin as I tore at the fabric on my chest, air was escaping me and my throat constricted, unwilling to cooperate, unwilling to save this fruitless life of mine.

I now found out the purpose of those ropes as my arms were strung across the van, holding my body upright and forcing them away from me. No crown of thorns lay on my head as the sins of my brutalizer became the suffering of my own. “Please” I croaked, the words scraping out hoarse, forced and shaky “Please let me die” No energy left to thrash and no energy left to scream, so clearly no energy left to persuade, to barter for the right to my own life, and the loss of it.

The sun was still away, gloomy and reclusive as I was walked into the building. Eerily empty again, stark white coating every surface and all furniture bolted to the floor, no shade darker than silver and no noise louder than a whisper. The glass was almost as thick as my arm, no chance to break it and no chance to escape it.

“Why are you dragging her like that? Can she not walk?” The voice was gentle, cold but refreshingly so in this silence.

“She's been…difficult”

“Uncooperative”

“We were told she has a difficult nature and needs strict watch”

A frown appeared on this stranger's face, his delicate face contorted with confusion “She’s so injured and you’re still rough handling her? I see no resistance from her even as you’re standing still”

“Look, son. We follow instructions from the police captain and he’s told us to be strict with her.” The guarding officer stepped in my line of sight.

“Please” I whispered, life returning to my limbs as I tried to pull myself free, to stand on my own “Let me go, I didn’t do this, please” I pulled one arm free from a nurse and tried to shake the other loose as I strained to have the stranger in my vision again. He was a beautiful contrast to the white void, dark hair, dark clothes and abyssal, dark eyes. 

“Let her go, I’ll take her to an empty room. I was visiting Geto to check on him since the incident but he’s lost it and kicked me out.”  Before anyone else could react he was between my quivering form and the guard.

His hands were indescribably soft as he led me through dark halls, no windows, only flickering greenish lights lending the halls an even eerier glow than the lonely hall. The bed in my room was somewhat soft, comfortably so but the stark white contrast from the glimpse of the real world outside the window to the little box room was depressing.

“You know…I didn’t do anything to end up here.”

“You don’t look like you would”

“They didn’t believe me because he was smart”

“Smart men get away with more than they ever should”

The micro-conversation was soothing as I sat and stared at the clouds, bubbly shapes rumbling around behind the loose wispy scraps drifting emptily through space. Shards of sunlight peeked out from the lumpy mountain like clouds but the sun itself never showed. Not even as the clouds darkened, the baby blue deepening through cerulean and turquoise before it tainted red and purple, the clouds mimicking their golden sun before they were shrouded in the darkness that was night. Engulfed in the loneliness as the cold moon cast her gaze down to me.

“I hate the moon” 

“Why?”

“Because it gets dark and cold and-”

“Don’t look down or away, finish your sentence”

His voice was unreasonably calming and gentle as he lifted my chin to look at him “That’s when those smart men get away with it all” I knew I was right, because that’s what always happened. In the dark of night, in side-alleys or sometimes even in main streets their boots would strike me. Their hands would grab at me and I just prayed the sun would rise again.

“I hate the sun”

It was my turn to look at him in surprise, what reason could you possibly have to hate the sun? It was full of warmth and provided life to everything around it, smart men didn’t dare act up when the sun was out. 

“Why?”

“People just pretend, they put on a fake self to present to society”

“And when the moon rises they’re real?”

“Exactly”

It was a foreign concept to me and I couldn’t understand a thing he was saying about the moon. It was a cold and lifeless piece of rock, the sun burnt bright and beautiful to provide for us. I sat there, staring at the moon through the thick glass, trying to see how he did, to walk in his shoes and understand his perspective. It was a cold rock with a little halo because it couldn’t shine on its own, it relied on the sun to give it light. The sun burnt so bright that even in the depths of night it still reached us through the moon, though it burned so aggressively it was burning itself out, still it continued to provide.

“I’m leaving now”

I flinched away as he reached out to me, shying away from contact “Sorry” I moved back to where I had been, letting him gently pet the top of my head

“You apologise too much, I’ll come back tomorrow. Go to sleep”

It felt lonely without him, the moon had almost been inviting, almost comfortable but as the door clicked shut, a tremor ran down my spine and goosebumps prickled on my skin. No amount of tossing and turning lent me warmth, the threadbare blankets I had piled on barely had any weight. I felt naked and disturbed under the watchful gaze of the moon, a chilling eye unrelenting and unforgiving no matter how I tossed or turned I could not escape.

The whine of the rusty hinges startled me upright, bracing myself in a defensive tuck, clutching blankets around me. The moon was gone now and the sun beginning to warm me but it was too early for visitors, I knew that much. “Who…who’s there” I couldn’t look, I couldn’t do that to myself as I called out to the figure, dark and hulking; not my boy from last night. 

Since when was he my boy? When did I use possessive nouns? I didn’t know his name either.

“Stay quiet missy and it’ll be fine” 

“No!” I screamed, but the walls were sound proof; so silent I became. Just enduring, I didn’t open my eyes, not once as tears as silent as I was, fell down my cheeks. It was silent in the room but in a very loud way as every creak of the bed and every rustle of the sheets tried to drag me out of my mind, pull me from my isolation. As his skin ran over mine, everywhere we touched I was burning up, a fearsome heat that made my tears flood faster. The sunlight burned my skin as it reached out, whether it wanted to help me or hurt me, I couldn’t tell but it was too bright and it burned. The same droning wasps were invading my skull and the noise would not go away, the noise was my comfort as he touched me in places untouched and ways I wanted to scream at. I longed for the cold and cruel darkness who didn’t pretend to hug me and didn’t soothe my nightmares.

He found me sitting behind the bed, out of reach from the sun, with blankets wrapped around my body and covering every inch of exposed skin.

“The sun is out”

I was silent.

“Did you sleep?”

Silence.

“Alright”

I recoiled as I felt him tug my blankets away from my face, sitting next to me. “I can wait as long as you need” the hushed tick, tick, ticking of the clock gave comfort in routine as I drummed my fingers against the floor with every ticking second; every minute spent silent was a minute more I had held myself together. I was proud of my resilience but the walls I built were becoming the prison that held me as comfort sat not even a metre away but I was unable to reach out, throat tightening every time I so much as aimed a glance at him. 

“Your name”

“You don’t know it?”

“You never told me”

I hadn’t, it was true but I assumed like everyone else he would simply call me girl, miss or whatever name the police had put on my report.

“What should my name be then?”

I faced him for the first time today, ignoring the shooting pain up my spine and the turmoil thrashing about in my stomach that made me want to heave and retch until my body was empty of anything and everything.

“Luna, you should be Luna”

I hadn’t expected a response.

“Your name?”

“Fushiguro, Megumi”

“Megumi”

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to say it”

His hand gently caressed mine as we sat, side by side, silent as the other but not silent in a loud way and not silent in a scary way. Silent in the way the forest is silent even as the day changes, silent in the way the ocean is silent even when the tides change, silent in the way that everything would be alright. The threadbare fabric of the blankets piled upon me felt hot, far hotter than they had last night against the cold moon and far more intrusive than they had last night as I cried. Sickened with disgust I flung the blankets off me and wrapped my arms across the scrapes on my body, trenches dug with my own nails as I silenced my screams.

“Who did this to you?” His face flashed dark, the calm and cold personality that had comforted me was now frigid and filled with venom “I’ll kill them”. His hands were still so gentle holding mine, even as he gently caressed my face.

“I didn’t look. I couldn’t make myself look”

“When”

“I’m sorry” my voice scratched at my throat, a lump forming as I tried to tell him more “the sun was up. I was wrong, I’m sorry” I threw myself into his arms, his cool skin soothing the flush that rose to my skin and made me feel like I had walked into the flames of hell. My sobs wracked my body as I was held, trembling, shaking and crying in his arms. The only other noise was the soft rustle as he combed his hand through my hair and rubbed my back, just between my shoulders. His hands never fell below my shoulders, like he was aware of the damage done and how fragile I was.

Da-dum, da-dum. Da-dum, da-dum. I rested my head on his chest, letting the rhythmic beating overwhelm the droning in my head, the wasps had woken up and begun to move but like a lullaby it soothed them, back to their slumber

“You did nothing wrong, okay? You are a victim” his voice was soft, so soft I wouldn’t have caught his words if the wasps hadn’t been silenced only moments before. “I never want anyone else to go through this. My dads have been in such a situation and now I’m down to one, permanently locked in his room. Not again, not on my watch” So he could relate my experience to someone else close to him, all anxieties soothed as I understood his motive, the reasons he held me so close and the reason he held so tight.

“I’m hungry”

“You haven’t been given food?” He let go of me, standing and scanning the room for something. “Lets go, I’ll take you to the kitchen and have them make whatever you’re craving”

I accepted his outstretched hand and trailed him like a duckling would its mother, all the way down to the main hall and then some more until we reached a place illuminated only by electric lights. No windows here. Keeping my body sheltered behind his he strode forward to the head chef, recognisable by the toque standing tall on his head as his peers moved around with just hair nets.

“She hasn’t been given food in almost two days, what are you doing if not your job?” Though his tone wasn’t abrasive, it was clear megumi was angry and his anger was clearly directed. “Luna, what do you want to eat?” he gently cupped my face, his tone doing a 180° as not to scare me. 

“Rice…sushi and rice” I nuzzled into his hand, meekly asking for my favourite foods.

“You heard her”

“Indeed we did, get to work boys! Get this girl the best sushi of her life or I’ll have you reassigned to clean the toilets!” The chef was boisterous, nothing like his stern expression had suggested earlier, he was rather friendly, chattering with Megumi as the other chefs worked. Megumi squeezed my hand as he moved out of my direct line of sight, letting me see the bustle in the kitchen.

“Was it any of these men?” he whispered softly to me, leaning down slightly so as not to arouse suspicion among the co-workers who placed their trust in each other on a daily basis.

I shook my head, no the man had smelled. The kitchen was not a place for a foul smelling, sweaty hulking man to work. “No…the smell is distinctive”

“The smell? So you can identify by smell?” He ruffled my hair affectionately, accepting the large bowl of sashimi, rice and little sushi rolls from a chef and leading me away. “That’s good, we have a lead, a clue. Good girl” the praise would have made me uncomfortable if another man had said it, instead little butterflies rustled in my stomach and a smile twitched on my lips.

The rest of the day was spent roaming the building. For a psychiatric hospital it was extremely quiet and empty, the air conditioning ran full blast in the hallways, making it resemble the Antarctic, an icy desolate desert. I wrapped my arms around myself, hugging myself to try and preserve at least a little bit of warmth, the scrappy gown they had dressed me in was okay to sleep in as it was light and it was okay in the sun because it was warm but roaming these halls I could feel every hair on my body standing on end as goosebumps raised on my shivering skin. 

“Don’t suffer in silence” A warm hoodie was dragged down over my head, smelling heavily like the boy next to me “If you’re cold, just say something” His grey hoodie hung loosely on my frame, squaring my shoulders so it fit better against me.

“Other than being long, it fits pretty well on you. You’ve got more muscle than me at least” he smiled down at me, petting my hair affectionately and adjusting the hoodie on my body so it sat snug rather than scrunched and awkward. I nuzzled into the hood, taking comfort in the warmth and smell.

“Won’t you be cold now” I looked up at him, fiddling with the sleeves.

“I have a long sleeve shirt on, and my clothes are better quality than those dodgy gowns” He took my hand and tugged me along further down the hall.

“Megumi”

“Yes Luna?”

“I just wanted to say it”

He laughed, for the first time since meeting, and it was a beautiful sound. A beautiful sound that captivated me and drew me closer to him. “You do this adorable thing when you’re talking to me. You tilt your head like a puppy might when it smells a treat.” once again he ruffled my hair “I can’t help just wanting to touch you, to hold you and pet you like I might a dog or cat”

“I can’t help it” a small pout formed on my lips as he tugged me around the corner and into a stairwell leading upwards.

“I’ll show you my secret but you have to promise not to come here without me” His face was stern now, and I nodded

“Pinky promise, sworn to secrecy” I held out my pinky finger, letting him interlock his with mine.

“Alright then” he popped the lock on the heavy wooden doors, forcing them open with his full body weight.

The evening was beautiful. The sun had begun to set and the sky was a kaleidoscope of colours and the clouds an array of shapes. The pale blue of midday was weeping into several hues of violet, indigo and lavender whilst the clouds had taken it upon themselves to defy the colour spectrum with vermillion shades threading between crimson and gold, speckling stars resembled diamonds upon a watercolour canvas with sprays of blood littering the delicate painting.

“Its beautiful”

“Wait until it gets dark”

And so we sat there as the reds, purples and gold sunk beyond the horizon and the omnipresent gaze of the moon became unmissable and the diamonds multiplied by the thousands, the millions of billions even. They shattered the darkness and gave the world a gentle glow, not even the moon and her shimmering halo could compare to the billions of stars spread as far as the eye could see, and even farther.

“Oh”

“Oh indeed” his arm snaked around my shoulders, just holding me gently against him. I nestled against his warmth and hummed a contented approval as he combed his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp with nimble and cool fingers.

“Not even two days and I already just…feel like I can trust you” I snuggled into him, craving the feel of his skin and the sound of his heartbeat

“It’s like we’re bleeding on each other, the trauma we’ve been through and we’re trying our best to stitch each other up” He pulled me tight to his chest, murmuring against the top of my head “I feel like I’ve known you for a thousand lifetimes and it’s been us in every one”

“Do you think we’re this tragic in every lifetime?” a thousand stars shimmered in his eyes, forming galaxies of their own and I wished I could burn this memory into my brain, sear it onto the back of my eyes.

“I think we might be” His eyes never left mine, even as the reddish, rusted light flicked on and cast us into a crimson light. Glazing my eyes the same vermillion as the sky hours earlier. “It almost looks like there are roses in your eyes, the stars and light have combined in such a way”

“Your eyes have formed galaxies of ebony and indigo” I reached up for his face, cupping his cheek “You’re warm” I held onto him in that moment like a sailor might hold onto driftwood in a shipwreck, like a small child clinging to the hopes and dreams that their heroes inspire.

“The moon bids us to sleep Luna” He kissed the top of my head and guided me back to my room. “The moon will watch over you for me, until tomorrow” and just like that he had melted into the darkness and beyond my reach.

The night wore long as I clutched my blankets to me, hyper-aware and on high alert as the memories of yesterday morning burned fresh in my mind. I couldn’t sleep with that constant fear breathing down my spine; the pungent smell of his body on mine and his gravelly, domineering voice as he rough handled me. My tongue darted out, catching the little salty teardrops from my weeping eyes, my chest heaving as air got harder to suck in, my breaths shorter and sharper. 

The sun was an unwelcome sight as it heated my flushed skin and invaded the darkness I had come to love. The blinding rays forced me out of bed to try and hang a blanket over the window, which failed. I almost felt feverish as I stumbled back to my bed, headache pounding in my skull and a dry thirst aching in my throat with every breath I took. The maternal comfort I found in the daytime had vanished with yesterday, left was an eternal yearning for darkness, the love under the moonlit sky. I heaped all the blankets I could find onto the floor, alongside my pillows to create a little nest where the sunlight didn't directly reach

The whine of the rusty hinges startled me upright, recoiling back from my comfortable nest on the floor until my back hit the wall. I grabbed the closest blanket to me and hugged it to my body as my muscles seized, tension from the fear overriding my logical thoughts.

“Whoa, easy Luna…its me”

I knew that voice, my lower lip trembled as I tossed the blanket aside and scrambled towards him, throwing myself into his arms. Breathing in his scent, revelling in the cool comfort only he could provide.

“Megumi…” my voice was muffled as I buried my head in the hood of his jacket, up around his neck. The blessed darkness it provided soothed me from the sun burning against my back, the hot and cold flashes felt insignificant when I was in his arms as all my worries melted away.

“Luna! You’re sick, what are you doing up!” He scooped his arms under my legs, hoisting me into his arms and carrying me bridal style out to the hallway “I’m taking you to a room where there are curtains, you need a cool dark environment to get a good rest”

It felt good to be looked after and I couldn’t help relaxing in his arms, my subconscious trusted him far more than I must have believed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled him affectionately. “I hate the sun, it's too bright…and hot, it's so hot” I murmured as he gently laid me on another, empty, bed.

“Hush, you need rest.” He caressed my face, gently brushing my hair from my face and placing a soft kiss on my forehead. As he went to stand up I grabbed his hand

“No…stay”

“Alright, alright then. Tell me, you suddenly hate the sun when you loved it just two days ago?”

“I thought the sun could protect me from the dark side of humanity but it doesn't do much” I let out a content sigh as his hand gently stroked my hair. “The sun is cruel, it burns up everything with no remorse. The moon is gentle and kind” I reached a hand for his face.

“The sun is gentle, it gives us light and warmth. All we need to grow and survive is provided by the sun” he grabbed my hand, holding it to his cheek and humming with contentment just as I had done . “The moon is gentle but it doesn’t give us much”

“We swapped. You like the sun over the moon now and I like the moon over the sun” I laughed, rolling onto my side and sitting up, witnessing his gentle smile from the best angle, right in front of him.

The day flew by with laughter and smiles as we talked about all the insignificant things in the world, sharing stories that you might believe crazy if we didn’t have the scars to prove them. I was still weak and feverish even as he tended to me, gentle as a gardener with his brand new flower bed, however weak I was he still looked at me the way a wolf looks at the moon, a tender affection ever present in his navy eyes.

“Did I ever tell you how much your eyes look like an abyss?” I voiced my musings out loud as I lay in admiration of him.

“You might have once or twice” my admiration was returned in his kind expression.

“Good. They’re like an eternal abyss but still so much deeper, like the universe itself, filled with galaxies and stars but ultimately an intangible cosmos of mystery and excitement”

“You can have them if you really like them so much” he poked my cheek “I really can’t stand how dark and dull they are. Unlike your eyes, glowing gold like the rising sun”

“Perhaps I’ll take you up on that offer” I threw a pillow at his face and yanked him down while his vision was obscured.

“If you wanted cuddles, you just needed to say” he snuggled up to me, swinging his legs up and tangling them with mine, resting my head on his chest and holding me tight. The steady rhythm of his breathing was a lullaby to the discord in my head and I settled into a state of serenity, a tranquillity I haven't felt since before the attack. My heartbeat settled into a duet with his, each beat syncing together as the waves synchronised themselves to the quiet after the storm.

“Maybe we aren’t as tragic in this life. Maybe all our lives could be this gentle”

“If all our lives were this serene, I would ask for nothing else”

The rhythmic motions of him finger combing my hair combined with his steady heartbeat and gentle, deep breaths resonated his soul with mine. Every living being resonates on a unique harmony but for now, we shared a note; soundwaves connected on the same frequency.

“Then let's pray to whatever gods exist, that we get our happy ending” I snuggled as close to him as I could, I wanted to exist as one entity with him, one being, one body and one soul.

I felt his smile against the top of my head “then please gods, let us have each other”

“I hate that word”

“Who said the word please that made you hate it so much?”

“I did”

The silence ensuing wasn’t one of discomfort though nor was it comfortable. I felt a small tear fall onto my face. “You deserve the world Luna, a world without any of this violence. Through the stars has your kindness bled through to me and through the moon, I hope mine can reach you”

“We don’t always get what we deserve Megumi” I kissed his jaw and rolled away from him, knowing if I saw him cry, I would start crying too. His hands softly kneaded my shoulders, massaging the tension.

“I have to go early today Luna. I came in early to make sure your morning didn’t repeat yesterday but I can’t stay till nightfall with you” he placed a soft kiss on the back of my neck “I’ll inform staff that I’ve moved you. My dad is two rooms down from you now as well, if you wanted to make a friend. Though he’s not in any state to socialise.”

“What’s his name?” I rolled back over to face him.

“Geto, Suguru Geto.” He placed another gentle kiss, this one on my cheek, before standing up. “I’ll get you some food before I go”

He came back after a few minutes with a large sandwich, accompanied by some vegetables, a fork and knife for cutlery. “Thanks Megumi” I placed the tray on the nightstand and sat up to hug him.

“Be a good girl until I see you again tomorrow, I’ll leave this here in your care” he slid his hoodie off and tossed it into my lap.

And then he was gone, the darkness of the room was still comforting but it just felt colder and lonelier without Megumi, the reason I loved the darkness so much. My eyelids were heavy as I lay staring at the ceiling, hot and cold flashes taking me through paranoid delusions and trippy dreams where everything was twisted and sickly. I clung to the hoodie like a drowning sailor to a piece of driftwood, it was a liferaft in the stormy seas that tossed me around and brutalised my mind.

I heard movements in the hallway and struggled to pull myself to a sitting position, a curious face with dark, narrow eyes and silky black hair, let loose down his back, watched me from my doorway. “Geto?” My throat rasped as I spoke, dehydration clearly getting the better of me.

“You’re Megumi’s girlfriend right?” He began to step through the doorway when a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. Another man appeared beside him, a mop of unruly white hair and unnaturally bright blue eyes decorated his features. 

“Sorry for disturbing you, just came to check on my husband” He pulled Geto away and I was left all alone with my thoughts again. That would be his other dad, they looked alike at least, though polar opposites in personality and colour palette. They had been a nice break from the darkness. As much as I enjoyed the dark, I couldn't help missing the warmth and light the sun brought; it was a struggle to get up and open the curtains and I almost quit twice but the moment the light hit my face, it was worth it.

I cuddled close to the hoodie, cutting a piece of the sandwich from earlier to quench my hunger and stabilise myself as my body swayed with fatigue. Megumi’s smell filled my senses, it reminded me of a forest in a storm, the fresh and energetic scent while the atmosphere weighed heavily with the weight of the electrifying rage it was bringing from the heavens to earth. At the same time it brought memories of the heartwarming moments shared between those I had been close with, laughter and smiles in an untouchable moment of kinship.

I didn’t bother to glance up as the hinges on the door squealed again, assuming it was just Geto being curious. “What’s up?” I had my back to the door as I basked in the sunlight, watching a butterfly flit past, bright and blue. I furrowed my brow as silence met my question, a low chuckle sounded and my body stilled. A pungent smell invaded my nose and I spun, grabbing the wall to steady myself, my head spun and memories violently tore through my mind, reeling from the horror associated.

“You seem much better” his voice was rough, aggressive and almost mocking.

“Get away…get away!” I flung a half drunk glass of water at him as he approached me, steady and smooth stride, confident in himself. “Stop! Please…don’t…please no, get away” I fell to the floor sobbing, collapsed in on myself as I struggled to suck in breath, the oxygen escaping me.

“Be quiet little missy or we’ll get-” a boot slammed into my shoulder, tossing me across the room “-caught” I let out a terrified scream, slamming my fists against him as he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. His sweaty palm covered my mouth and I thrashed desperately, my limbs were heavy and I could barely land a solid blow; even when I did, he was unfazed.

Tears rolled down my face and into my hair as I squirmed, energy draining at a rapid speed. Sobs wracked my body and my muffled wails filled the air as he straddled me, his other hand undressing me with practised ease. I tried to get a closer look at his face, for Megumi, if I could help Megumi identify the man, I could get away, but tears kept flooding my eyes and everything was blurred. I dug my nails helplessly into the man’s arms and wrists, scraping and scratching, begging and pleading for him to stop. His leering grin watched over my vulnerable body as I frantically tried to save myself. “I’ll wait little miss. It's more fun when you’re still and if you misbehave, I’ll ruin your pretty little face so bad nobody will ever recognise you again”.

My voice grew hoarse and I could no longer wail and scream for help, I still whimpered and whined but my efforts were pitiful as the fever took its toll on my body and I lay unmoving, shaking in my skin perhaps but no more could I struggle “please…stop” my voice was brittle and shaky as I let out one more desperate plead for mercy, I put my hands to my face, biting down onto my arm to stop myself from crying out. His hands burned against my skin as they ran rampant all across my body. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming and thrashing as he slid between my legs, malicious intentions clearly communicated by his iron grip on my hips.

I flung my arm out, barely noticing as my knuckles slammed into the side table, fumbling for something, anything to end my misery. I felt the wooden handle of the knife on my plate, gripping it tightly “Let go of me!” I was screaming again and thrashing, though I could barely make out my own hysterical words. The sun had vanished from the sky and I saw the moon, regal and comforting in her beauty, offering her hand to take me away. His heavy hand grabbed at my wrist but my energy was renewed as I tucked my arm back close to me, slashing the blade across his face. I laughed maniacally as he reeled backwards, clutching his face but my relief was short lived as those sweaty, heavy hands redirected their iron grip to my arms. He caught my wrist mid slash and aimed the blade for my chest.

“I’ll fucking get you for that bitch” he spat globules of blood at me as he struggled to form words properly with his sliced up face. I couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling in my chest as he pushed the blade closer and closer to my heart. It was like ice on my skin as the tip pressed into me, blood welling up as my hand shook with the force he was applying. “Now die” my arm gave out and the blade sheathed itself in me, all the way down to the handle. 

My laughter had turned to screams again and I cried for help “Please no!” I could feel my heart tearing itself to ribbons on the jagged piece of metal “Megumi! Megumi! Help me! Someone please!”  blood bubbled up in my throat as my frantic heart only shredded itself. The crimson liquid seeping down my bare skin and staining the fresh sheets beneath me. My vision faded to black and my last thoughts were of Megumi’s sweet face. I hoped he wouldn’t cry at my death but I knew better, in our next life perhaps we could be destined for a gentler fate and a sweeter love.

A sharp pain twisted Megumi’s chest as he lay reading on the couch at home. His dad had come home not long ago, saying he saw Luna and Geto wanted to meet her. “Gojo-” he called out for his dad, worried he might be having a heart attack.

“You look pale Megumi, is everything alright” his voice sounded from the next room over

“My chest hurts can we-” the phone rang, interrupting him

“Megumi, it’s about Luna” Gojo’s face was solemn as he handed him the phone. 

The silence was heavy as he took it, dreading what might be said next. “What’s wrong with Luna” he demanded into the phone, courtesy be damned, they wouldn’t ring him if nothing was wrong.

“Megumi, there's been an incident. It seems she attacked a staff member and then took her own life with the blade you gave her. We’d like you to come to the hospital to give us your statement on this.”

“Bullshit! Luna would never!” he hurled the phone against the floor, shattering it on the ground and watching the screen go blank. His mind was thrown into turmoil as he felt his cheeks dampen, tears flooding them. His body trembled and his chest heaved as he grabbed the nearest thing and flung it against the wall, watching it shatter like the phone had. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck” he kicked the coffee table onto its side, breaking several mugs. Shards of glass covered the living room as he sank to his knees, desperately wiping his eyes as he struggled to breathe. He didn’t even register the sharp pain in his knees as the debris sliced into his skin. “no…”

“Megumi! What happened!”

“I’m going to the hospital” He shook off his dad’s worried look, slapping the concerned hand away as he ran between rooms, grabbing his keys and racing off. The laws didn’t matter to him as his wheels screeched on the road, foot pressing the accelerator to the floor. His speed climbed 50, 100, 150, 200, until he reached the hospital. Time nor space seemed to exist as he sprinted through the building, crashing into several walls in his haste around corners.

“Let me in” he screamed at the staff as they tried to bar him from her room. He took a deep breath, stilling his frantic body “Let me in while I’m asking nicely” his tone was murderous as he glared at them, abyssal eyes promising their demise if they refused him.

The murderous calm fled his body as he saw a knife buried in her chest, her clothes discarded beneath her, bare body on display for the world. There were shards of glass and ceramic from the plate and cup shattered on the floor and the side table had been knocked out of place. Her expression was gentle in death, she looked more peaceful than he’d ever seen her while alive. “This was clearly a murder. Look at the struggle, the way her body is and the downward angle on the blade” he tried to keep a tremor out of his voice as he observed the way her body was. “Where is the man who did this”

“He’s a victim in protective custody sir, you can’t-”

“My father is the police commissioner, I damn well can!” He almost felt bad for the poor girl he shouted at but he would bar nothing in his drive for justice. If he could not get her justice while living, he sure as hell would get her justice after death.

“Well if it isn’t the little police boy” the man smirked at him, a slimy grin accompanied by stitches across his face from a jagged knife wound. Blood matted his dusty brown hair and his narrow, cruel eyes leered menacingly at Megumi.

“You bastard. Handcuff this man” He turned to face the investigating officers, stony resolute now set in, the hysteria gone and in its place, a bloodthirsty need for revenge. He was obeyed instantly for fear of his father now that he’d made it clear who he was, the whole hospital staff snapped into action alongside the officers.

“Megumi?” The gentle voice of Geto broke him from his murderous glare and he barely had time to turn before he was wrapped in a tight hug “Don’t speak, cry” cool hands hugged his head tight to the mans chest and rubbed soothing circles on his back as the reality set in and sobs began to wrack his body. “Easy son, I’m here for you” he collapsed into his fathers arms, clutching the fabric of his shirt tightly in his fists, struggling to ground himself in reality as the world around him blurred, time flew by as he stood sobbing into Geto’s arms. People came and went, their words sounding foreign to his grief obstructed senses. Many hands patted his back, some ruffled his hair but he was only aware of the thumping of his own heartbeat and the gentle breathing of Geto, still holding him close.

“She…she-” his voice broke as his chest heaved and he struggled to even find words, his head thumped with a migraine and everything felt slightly surreal as Geto stepped back to let Gojo comfort his son.

“He’ll never leave prison, you got justice for her megumi, its okay.” he rested his hand in the mop of dark hair, bright blue eyes gentle with reassurance. Megumi trained his eyes to the floor as they left the building, Geto gave him a soft hug goodbye but he barely registered it as the flashing lights obscured the serenity of the moon, red and blue filling his vision. The drive home was silent, the normally pearly moon hung crimson between the stars, clearly mourning as he did. “A blood moon, happens once in a lifetime”

“Like roses blooming on her surface” he clutched his heart as the dull ache throbbed, a hole where her soul had fit, right alongside his. Two puzzle pieces meant to join now forever alone, on opposite shores of the river styx.

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[browneyedgirly93]

Like An Autumn Breeze (Part Two)

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Summary: You are the youngest Archeron sister only 16 years old when you are shoved into the cauldron along with your two eldest sisters. You quickly learn that you are mated to the heir of The Autumn Court. 

Eris x Reader

Warnings: None. Word Count: 2029

A/N: Part 2 is here! I hope you all enjoy it <3 I included pictures of what the dress I incision Y/N wearing to the Court of Nightmares!

Dress Front Dress Back

Part Two

I stood in silence looking in the mirror one last time I stared at someone I didn’t recognize, I was wearing a floor-length gossamer dress the colour of red wine. It was so unlike anything I had ever worn before, with a plunging neckline and two slits that exposed my legs. My back was exposed, with just the smallest of straps tied keeping the whole thing on. I wore matching red lipstick and kohl-lined my blue-grey eyes making them look even bigger than normal. My hair was in a half up half down style, and the top was braided into a coronet that held a small tiara that Rhysand had suggested I wear it was gold with tiny rubies the colour of my dress shimmered in the faelight. The unbound section of my hair was set in loose waves that flowed down my back. I was beautiful, and I knew it. With one last glace at my reflection, I took a deep breath and walked out of my room.

Taking a deep breath and stepping into the main room of the House of Wind where everyone was waiting, silence fell over everyone as they looked at me. Cassian was the first to acknowledge me by letting out a wolf whistle causing me to blush. “Don’t you clean up nice” he said with a wink. My face heated with a blush. 

“Thank you” I smiled at him as everyone else nodded in agreement.

“You look beautiful baby sister” Feyre smiled walked over to me and taking my hand, Mor was trailing behind her.

“Where did you get that dress Y/N?” her eyes wide while running her hands along the fabric of the skirts.

“I have no idea, Rhys gave it to me” I said looking from Mor to Rhys.

“Why must you keep all the beautiful dresses hidden from me” she pouted while crossing her arms over her chest and swinging to look at her cousin. 

“I’ll never tell” he smirked while picking a piece of lint off his jacket. The room erupted in laughter as the High Lord beamed with pride at making everyone laugh. “Shall we get this over with?” he asked once the laughter had died down and the entire atmosphere shifted in the room. Everyone partnered up as we all began to winnow to the Court of Nightmares.

I was standing near the throne with Azriel beside me, taking a large sip of my wine and letting my eyes wander around the room. The doors to the throne room were pushed open and my gaze landed on the most beautiful red-headed male I had ever seen. Confidence radiated off him and he strode into the room, hands in my pockets. He was tall, lean and extremely well-dressed. He wore a deep green jacket with gold detailing, a simple cream-coloured shirt underneath and pressed black pants tucked into knee-high brown leather riding boots. My gaze drifted to his face causing my breath to hitch while I took in his strong jaw, sharp straight nose, and high cheekbones that were peppered with freckles. Daring a glance at his pink lips causing me to wonder just how soft they’d feel pressed against my own. Finally, my gaze landed on his beautiful amber eyes, making eye contact I felt familiar warmth blooming in my chest absent-mindedly placing my hand against my chest I felt another tug. 

Eris’ POV

Walking through the nightmarish halls of Hewn City I was heading to the throne room, Rhysand had requested my presence to discuss our alliance in the oncoming war against Hybern. I was informed I would have the company of Feyre’s youngest sister Y/N for the night. I was experiencing the weirdest sensation tonight, fearing I might be falling ill I wondered if I should have stayed home instead. Shaking the thoughts away, I approached the large black doors to the throne room. Taking a deep breath, and letting the mask slip into place I pushed through the doors. The party was already in full swing as my eyes drifted around the room landing on the most beautiful female I had ever seen, I felt a tug in my chest. “Mate. Mate. Mate.” the word danced around in my brain, and my heart began racing as I watched her. She was so beautiful and tiny and she looked so innocent. Her wide blue-grey eyes locked onto mine and I felt the bond snap into place and I let myself smile, a real smile for once.

Hello Little One I purred down the bond that had just formed.

Hi she squeaked back at me, I couldn’t help myself as I began striding towards her when I noticed Rhysand beckoning me to the throne.

“Eris, welcome” he said. “There is someone I would like to introduce you to.” He extended his hand in the direction of my mate. Taking a single step towards us she smiled at me. “Eris meet Y/N, Y/N meet Eris.”

“Hello beautiful” I purred at her outstretching my hand for her. She placed it gingerly into mine as I delicately bowed my head to place a gentle kiss on it.

“Hello Eris” she fluttered her eyelashes at me. My heart squeezed at the sound of my name on her lips I couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Would you like to dance?” I asked and she nodded taking a step towards me, I led her towards the dance floor. Placing my hand on her hip and pulling her close to me. “Hello little mate” I whispered in her ear.

You’re my mate I felt confusion and curiosity laced in the statement she sent down the bond. I began tracing circles on her hip with my fingers as we danced, she was a wonderful dancer. 

“Shall we go somewhere quiet to talk?” I asked her after a few more dances. She nodded gazing up at me with such intrigue. Grabbing her hand I lead her through the doors and out into the hallway.

Y/N’s POV

We hurried through the dark hallways of The Court Of Nightmares and found ourselves standing outside, the air was cool on my skin. I looked towards Eris and our eyes met again.

“Hi” I said, it was the only word I could think of to say. 

“You keep saying that” he teased while placing a hand on my waist and looking down at me. His amber eyes locked onto mine we stood in silence staring at each other, his hand was moving in small circles on my hip. His gaze drifted to my lips and then back to my eyes as if asking permission. I could feel my cheeks flushing even more, as my heart began thudding in my chest. “Are you okay?” he asks sensing my panic. 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before” I blurted out smacking my hands up to my face and turning away from him to hide my embarrassment. 

“Y/N” his voice soothed as he began gently prying my hands off my face. “We can take this as slow as you need to, I will not do anything you are not comfortable with.” 

“Th… thank you” I shakily whispered, looking back at him. 

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” he suggested taking my hand in his and leading me along a path.

“Uhh, what do you want to know?” I furrowed my brow not knowing what to say.

“Tell me about your life before Prythian?” 

“Not much to tell, I’m the youngest of four. My father was known as the Prince of Merchants and we were very wealthy and happy. When I was six my mother died, and that’s when everything started to fall apart. A year later he took a risk with all of our money and it ended badly. He was attacked by debt collectors and was never the same after that, he turned into a shell of a man.” I spoke quickly, he squeezed my hand encouraging me to continue. “I was lucky enough to have Feyre though, she took it upon herself to start hunting when we had no food left. I took on the responsibility of cooking whatever she could bring home while Nesta and Elain wallowed over the life we once had. Everything was as good as it could be until the day Tamlin showed up.”

“I’m sorry,” he said and I shrugged not knowing what to say next. After a few moments of silence, he asked “What were your interests?” 

“I enjoyed cooking and always wanted to learn more about baking.” 

“I’m quite the baker myself, my mother and I used to bake together when I was younger. I can teach you”

“Really? You don’t strike me as a baker” I laughed.

“I’m a male of many talents Little One” he smirked down at me. “Tell me more.”

“I love animals, when I was younger I used to chase stray cats and dogs around trying to pet them. I always wanted to bring them home and feed them but my sisters always got mad at me saying we couldn’t afford another mouth to feed.”

“I have 12 dogs” he said proudly.

“12?!” I shouted as my steps slowed, clamping my hands over my mouth to quiet myself. He laughed.

“Yes 12, they are ghost hounds and they are all going to love you.”

“I can’t wait to meet them” We stood together my back pressed to his chest while his arms were wrapped around me holding me close and staring out at the sky before us. We continued chatting about our lives and getting to know each other, it was so easy to talk to him. It felt like I had known him forever.

“Eris?” I murmured spinning around in his arms he hummed in response. “What are we going to do?”

“What do you mean Little One?” I blushed at the nickname.

“We’re mates and we live in different courts.” I said sadly, looking down at the ground. His fingers gently lifted my chin up so I was looking at him.

“We will figure this out Y/N, one day you will live with me in the Autumn Court. As long as that’s what you want” he watched me silently, I don’t think he was even breathing.

“I would love to, Autumn was always my favourite season” I beamed up at him, and he smiled back at me. I couldn’t help but stare at his lips the lovely pink tone contrasted with his creamy white skin, they looked so soft taking a shaky breath and looking up at his eyes I sent the words he’d been waiting to hear all night through the bond.

Kiss me, please

His eyes widen in shock for a split second and with a simple nod, he brought his hand up to my cheek gently running his thumb down my jaw towards my chin. Lifting it ever so slightly as he slowly leaned down he placed his lips to mine. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt how soft and warm his lips were, he pulled me closer to him deepening the kiss. I could feel how much he was enjoying this kiss against my stomach. I gasped in shock and felt his smirk against my lips. We pulled away from each other panting, I watched him with lust-filled eyes as he seemed to stiffen and his composer changed.

“Get your hands off of her!” Azriel’s voice bellowed from behind me, spinning around I was expecting to see my friend Azriel but was met with The Shadowsinger, Spymaster of the Night Court. 

“Azriel” I gasped, taking a step away from Eris. Azriel didn’t say anything and I could tell he was having a silent conversation with Rhysand. 

“Rhysand and Feyre would like you to have a discussion with both of you” he said looking at me, then cocking his head to the side and glaring at Eris. Taking massive steps he began stalking towards the entrance of the door back into Hewn City, his shadows gently pushing me to follow.

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[ortegaywolfie]

A BROKEN SOUL - WENCLAIR FIC

The werewolf howled painfully, its hoarse throat making the sensitive ears of the rest of the pack bleed. Huge claws raked trees and exposed fangs made clear the will to not be disturbed in its misery. The full moon shone in the dark sky, illuminating the path of the maddened wolf seeking comfort for its broken heart.

"She needs her mate, Dad. Soon her lupine form will go completely mad, we will lose her!" The male voice sounded anguished, pleading.

"We can't force her, son. Your she-wolf cries every moon for her mate and her human form deteriorates more every day, I think there is something wrong with her chosen by Selene" The other thick voice sounded, broken by the scene in front of him.

"I don't want to lose her, Daddy. I don't want to lose Enid" The boy whimpered, sad, watching the wolf with colored locks lost in hurt howls and fits of rage.

Wednesday never really hated her visions, sometimes they were inopportune and chaotic and constantly led her into investigations that could cost her her life? Well, yes. But lately they were painful, desperate and left a bad taste in her mouth, an unappreciated bitter taste. Her visions were harbingers of destruction, desolation and pain; Wednesday never believed in anything, was never religious, never needed to cling to a higher deity to solve her problems, to hell with them, she was an Addams, no matter what stood in her way, no deity would be more capable than she was of getting rid of it. She possessed intelligence, proficiency, and the ability to kill above any idiot who dared to challenge her.

Even with all this, when the first vision came to her after Nevermore, she prayed. Wednesday obediently placed her knees on the floor, braced her hands on the bed, laid her head in her hands and begged, her hoarse voice ripping through the dry throat of fear that shook her bones a few minutes ago still shaking her being. She pleaded hard for any deity who could hear her to have compassion to help an unbeliever, she cried out for any force beyond her ability to stop her vision from happening, little did she know it wouldn't be the first time she had done that.

That was only her first vision of Enid.

That was when the curse began.

Mornings were the less worst, her body motionless in bed for hours seemed to calm the poison coursing through her body, corroding her veins and shutting down her limbs. Ah, the beauty of the Addams curse, fated to find a single being to love and adore until the end of its existence, made to care for and protect its person from any harm. It was beautiful when it worked out, a singular and everlasting love. For Wednesday, it started with a tingling in her fingertips while writing or playing the cello after her 19th birthday.

The curse lived up to its name, cursed from the beginning, the Addams were devoted lovers, they needed to be, it was in their blood as well as that demonic poison. The Addams who couldn't find it, lived without ever having to suffer from it. The Addams who were rejected, went mad, became a hollow shell of lamentations and delusions, until their usually premature death.

But few were the Addams who refused, refused to give in to the perpetual love of another human being chosen by the curse. These Addams suffered for as long as their predestined one lived. The veins burned all over the body with the poison that attacked slowly but had a constant pain, starting at the extremities, hands and feet burned as if they were in the fire, bringing black lines where the veins should be and destroying the nerves, leaving a slight excruciating tingle with the feeling that you can still use the affected part, but you can't.

Wednesday, now 22 years old, wore a black cane with a wolf's head studded in white gold, had from his foot to just below his right knee covered in black veins that pulsed painfully against skin that just tingled, making the mixture maddening. She sat up in bed, watching the disembodied hand running across the floor for the cane as she stretched. Leaning on the cane, she nodded gratefully to Thing and headed for the bathroom. Hygiene done, she made her way downstairs for breakfast, Thing never leaving her side for any emergency.

"Good morning my beautiful storm cloud, how are you?" Gomez asked as soon as his daughter entered the room.

"Terrible, father" the short answer showed little interest in continuing the subject, which was respected by the man.

Grandma entered the room babbling randomly with a bowl of soup that was deposited in front of her firstborn.

"Any change?" Grandma asked, analyzing her granddaughter who promptly began to eat.

"My hands are starting, I can feel it burning like it's going to peel the skin off the bones" Wednesday explained, startling the table.

"That's strange, let me see" Grandma asked, pulling at her granddaughter's gloves, the fingertips of both hands were dark as bruises, the same way it started on her leg.

"That doesn't make sense, there is something wrong with your chosen one, my dear" The older one noted, it shouldn't move that quickly since the curse was meant to last for years, slowly punishing until it caused Addams brain death.

"You should talk to her, dear. You know you can reverse it" Morticia tried once again. Since graduating from Nevermore, Wednesday had cut off contact with absolutely everyone she met there, even when the curse started she never told them who her person was and they never insisted, they only knew that she was a woman and that what was done was done, she couldn't go back on her.

"You know I won't do that, she deserves better" Wednesday sighed, tired of the same old talk.

"You are too stubborn. Accept her as yours and a commitment to physiotherapy and you would have your mobility back" Gomez complained, he knew the curse would stop, the affected parts could be rehabilitated but his daughter just didn't seem to care.

"She's not mine, I can handle that stupid curse, I'm an Addams." Wednesday growled, cold gaze passing over each person at the table.

"That curse is from our ancestors, it is the only thing capable of breaking us, Wednesday. Letting yourself be destroyed by it makes you exactly what you never wanted, weak" Morticia's sentence weighed heavily, causing Wednesday to stare at her with slumped shoulders and a sad face.

"I'm tired of the visions with her, that drug in my body doesn't bother me for killing me, but knowing that her rapid advancement is because there is something going on with her makes me hopeless." She had broken herself into millions of pieces for Enid to live, what could be killing her? Strangely, she felt lighter, putting that out there was like being able to breathe for a few seconds. Every full moon day her nightmares were filled with the depressing and irrational werewolf, during the days her visions showed the girl with the colorful locks listless, with the protruding bones and the lost blue eyes. The curse wouldn't drive Wednesday crazy, but those visions of Enid would.

Graduation, the most anticipated moment for all Nevermore students, even Wednesday felt less miserable.

"Willa, I wonder if we can talk after dinner?" the voice of Enid sounded anxious from across the room. Wednesday was sitting on her bed, lacy black dress, similar to the one from the first prom, clung to the body of the smaller girl who watched the blonde finish her makeup.

"We're here now. Speak up" Wednesday replied, catching the blonde's gaze through the mirror.

"I think I'd better not, I'd rather have it later. Please" the blonde did the puppy dog eyes, smiling when the brunette huffed and agreed with her head.

"Don't hide the scars, they're pleasant to look at" Wednesday warned, watching the girl blush under her makeup and lower the primer that went straight to the pink marks on her forehead and cheek.

"You must be the only person who thinks they're pretty," the blonde remarked, tidying the curls at the end of her hair and standing up.

"And yet you never cover for them when I ask, is the fact that I like them enough for you?" Wednesday asked, curious. She stood up toward the door, not seeing the bright blue ones staring at the back of her head.

"That's the only thing that matters."

Bianca gave her speech and the calling of the students to pick up their diploma, was miserable, to say the least. All the crying and screaming was making Wednesday incredibly homicidal and exhausted. Dinner was quieter, the families seemed focused on their children, asking about future plans and congratulating on the current achievement.

Wednesday remained quiet at her table, watching Pugsley and Eugene interact. They were distinctive and complementary, and the brunette secretly adored them both. Gomez was holding his emotions well with his wife's support, but allowed himself to be affectionate with Eugene who was open to the older man's bear hug.

Wednesday missed her mother's narrowed eyes as soon as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, sending shock through her body. Enid.

"Can we talk now, Willa?"

With Thing's help, Wednesday returned to her room, she would take advantage of the wave of miserable inspiration to write while she could. Grandma's potions lessened the fire coursing through her veins, making the burning tolerable to get through the day.

She propped her cane on the side of the table, sitting down with a thud, and forced herself to write, she would finish at least the third book before she lost the nerves in her hands. The hands, being struck prematurely by the black lines, what the hell was happening to Enid? Why was her curse advancing so fast? Her last visions of the woman were terrible, but they were omens, not actual, right? They couldn't be current, why would Enid be in such a deplorable state that she suffocated Wednesday in a merciless grip whenever she caught a glimpse of the blonde?

Wednesday was pulled out of the worry spiral by the hand that accompanied her, Thing was pounding incessantly on the bedside table to draw the brunette's attention to the piece of clothing tossed on her bed, making her heart squeeze painfully in her rib cage. A black snood with a small scorpion knitted in white on the edge, Enid had made her in second year. But that was not the most vivid memory she had of that time.

The rain roared heavily outside, the black sky being whitened by lightning made the blonde restless in her bed letting out frightened whimpers and grunts, consequently irritating the goth girl across the room. It was the second year they shared a room, although the brunette had become more tolerant of her roommate, being in the way of her routine still irritated her deeply, and right now, she was irritated and sleepy.

"Enid, stop acting like a puppy and go to sleep," Wednesday growled loudly, uncrossing her arms from her chest and facing the blonde. Enid was sitting up in bed, blanket thrown over her head as she stared at the large window.

"I can't Wed, the thunder is hurting my ears."

"Then cover them, you have headphones for that" Enid met Wednesday's gaze, lowering the blanket from her head revealing the gray headphones over her ears. Wednesday sighed, she needed to sleep.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" offered in a soft tone of voice, she knew it wasn't the blonde's fault so getting angry wouldn't lead to anything.

"Well, if you have another one of Thing to put over my ears, maybe" The blonde complained, her head throbbing from the thundering rain.

"I wouldn't want to have even him"

"Then I guess the answer is no" Enid replied dryly, lying in a fetal position with her hands clenching the headphones to the point of hurting her ears and her eyes closed.

Wednesday sighed defeated, her body vibrating strangely with her roommate's discomfort, she didn't like seeing her like this. Going against her reason and being sure that she would put the blame on her sleep in the morning, she got up. She crept silently over to the blonde ball grunting under the offensively colored blanket, feeling her heart organ twitch painfully.

"Give me some space," she ordered, getting no reaction from Enid. She waited for a loud thunderclap to finish roaring before pulling the headphones from the largest, receiving an annoyed look along with a shout.

"WHAT THE FUCK, WEDNESDAY?" The brunette ignored it, placing the headphone on the nightstand and tucking herself into the covers next to the blonde, who was now wide-eyed and threw herself into the corner of the bed hard, being cushioned by the teddy bears.

"I talked to you, but you didn't listen."

"Sorry if I was trying not to go crazy or deaf" Enid scoffed, still startled by the brunette lying on her bed, feeling her heart beating hard at the approach and her stomach turning dizzily.

"You're forgiven" Enid rolled her eyes at the response, laying back down on the pillow, staring at the brunette.

"Okay...why are you here?"

"This is my room too" The blonde sighed, Sleepy Wednesday was a different kind of irritant than usual, a type Enid had seen only a few times to learn to deal with.

"Why did you come to my bed, Wednesday?"

"Oh, I came to help you." Wednesday replied simply, her eyes heavy and her body relaxing back to sleep. The roar of thunder outside made Enid cry out, without the headphones the sounds hurt too much for her lupine ears.

"Then you're doing a lousy job" The blonde whined, clenching her already red ears with her hands and closing her eyes tightly.

Wednesday regained consciousness enough to finish what she came to do. She moved closer to the blonde, taking her hands away from her ears and pulling her to her shoulders; she hugged Enid's head, pressing her tear-drenched face into her chest and fitting her biceps into her ears with enough pressure to cover them from the sound outside. Enid sighed, surprised at the amount of sudden contact coming from Wednesday, she tried to pull away only to feel her head being buried further into the cold chest; she hugged the smaller body around her waist, took a deep breath of the brunette's scent, Feeling her senses slowly calm down as the hearing problem was solved by the firm arms around her head, the power of a mate was amazing. She let her mind sail toward dreamland, lulled by a whisper made beside her right ear.

"Sleep well, il mio cucciolo."

Wednesday damned the day she brought that gift with her, the day she saw any chance of having Enid destroyed, or rather, the day she destroyed everything. She had dreams of Enid adventuring, her blonde hair blowing in the wind as she kept that smile that could light up Wednesday's darkest thoughts, her oceanic eyes shining in excitement as she ran across a meadow towards her. In her nightmares, she was running to someone else, someone she would share her life with, someone who would give her the silence that only happens when two people understand each other, someone she would trust with the most doubtful parts of herself, with whom she would build a family, her mate. If her wishes came true, it would be her. Every day waking up alone after nightmares with the blonde wondering if something had been different, would everything be different? If only she had felt what it was like to be hers, she would know what she was dying for.

Wednesday awoke from self-pity with a burning sensation in her hands, a burning so strong it made her groan and gasp, clasping her hands against her chest. She pulled the gloves off with difficulty, watching the black lines snaking under her skin down to the middle of her hands, her fingers losing their burn from the tingling that afflicted her leg, the nerves twitching until they could no longer be felt. Enid, what is happening to you, il mio lupo?

Pugsley entered the room like a bolt of lightning, being accompanied by the disembodied hand on his shoulder, when Thing had left? The younger man hurried toward his sister, pulling her hands into his own, looking at Wednesday with pain.

"Geez Wed, I'm sorry" He began, facing the brunette. "But you need to do something, are you going to let Enid die without knowing that you love her?" He spoke solemnly, holding the brunette's surprised gaze.

"'Cmon Wednesday, did you really think I didn't know? I studied your senior year there, remember? There was no way I couldn't tell" Pugsley scoffed, watching Wednesday's face fall from surprise to regret.

"I've needed Enid since before this stupid curse. I need her to give meaning to the pumping of my heart, it makes no sense for it to beat if not to devote it to her. I feel breathless, hopeless, burning slowly every fiber of me away from her, going crazy imagining that she is with someone else knowing that even if I don't deserve her, no one will love her like I do. I feel the air burn my lungs from imagining that this poison in me is advancing because she is dying. I need her, Pugs." Wednesday panted, feeling her eyes burn with the tears she held back, she would not cry in front of her youngest.

"Then go after her and tell her the truth, she needs you too" He advised, his sister's broken voice squeezing his heart, he had pulled too much from Gomez to not suffer through his sister's pain.

"Tell her the truth..." Wednesday whispered, letting out all the pain she had held since that night. "Tell her the truth and take the risk of her accepting rather than following the cold moon that assigned her destiny, your mate? No, not Pugsley. Let her think I never loved her, let her follow her destiny without distractions with what she thought it would be to be in love, with what she thought it would be to love me. Enid lives under Selene's choice, I hope she is happy and fulfilled. I will live under my choice, longing that I may feel it one last time, soothe my soul with the balm that is the presence of the one I loved irrevocably in life, carry me into the last breath of death."

#wenclair fic #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday is soft for enid #the addams curse #one shot #ao3 fanfic #morticiaandgomez #the addams family #pugsley addams #sapphic #taylor swift quotes #fanfic #wednesday enid

[loveisonaroll]

Things That Are Worth It: Baby No. 2

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

If you haven’t read Things That Are Worth It, you can read it here. 

A/N: I really loved the story line, so this is part of the TTAWI universe. I will be posting blurbs (that will probably be more like short fics) about the family of 5 and how Y/N and Jake handle being parents together. This is also a slight deviation of what I mentioned in TTAWI, but I liked this more. 

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: pregnancy and a little anxiety, but mostly fluff. Also unedited lol

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You looked down at the tests scattered across your bathroom counter. Positive. Plus sign. Pregnant. You rubbed your face harshly as you slouched against the door. You could hear Jake strumming his guitar as he softly sang to Vivy, who had only been in your lives for all of two months. You usually loved listening to and watching Jake as he serenaded your daughter, but now it was slowly adding to the pressure building in your head. 

How could this have happened? As you slid down the bathroom door to sit with your knees to your chest, you wracked your brain for the last time you and Jake had not used protection. You weren’t on birth control, as you just had never found one that worked well with your body, so the two of you had always been careful to use condoms or plan b when you didn’t have a condom available. 

However, a memory crept into your mind, and you pounded your palm against your forehead. It had been about a month before, when Josh and his girlfriend Sara had spent a Friday night in your guest room, and they had insisted you and Jake go back to bed the next morning while they watched after Vivy. The two of you had gotten back to your shared bed excited to get a couple extra hours of sleep while your guests took care of your little one. The bedroom was prime for a good nap, too. The shades had been lowered, and the black-out curtains created an almost pitch-black room. The bed sheets had been washed the night before, and your pillows still smelled of the lavender room spray you had doused them in while making the bed. The sound machine was playing soft and steady rainfall, which usually drifted all three of you quickly to sleep. Yet, five minutes passed and you still hadn’t been able to turn off your brain, extreme exhaustion counter-acting your goal.

“Baby? You awake?” Jake had asked softly, turning his head towards you to catch any movement.

“Yeah,” you had replied, sighing. “Unfortunately. I guess my body is too wound up.”

“I can think of something we can do to help us relax,” he whispered again, and you remember hearing the smirk in his voice as he grabbed your hands to hold above your head and crawled over you. “But you have to be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”

The two of you had had slow and passionate sex, your orgasms gently lulling you to sleep. You remember Jake telling you to remind him to grab plan b at the drugstore later that afternoon, but the two of you had soon woken from your naps and jumped back into parenting a newborn. You don’t remember ever taking a plan b that day or discussing it further, so you knew that had to have been the night you had become pregnant. 

As you throw your head back against the bathroom door, you realize Jake had stopped playing, and another voice could be heard down the hall.

“Where’s Y/N?” you could hear who sounded like Sam ask Jake.

“I’m not sure. I think she’s in our bedroom…” Jake responded, his sentence trailing off into a whisper.

“Well, I’ll sit here with miss Vivy, if you’d like,” Sam said, and you knew Jake was probably headed to find you. 

Before you could scramble to stand up and hide the tests, a knock came from the other side of the door.

“Lovey? Are you okay in there?” 

“I-I’m okay,” you croaked out as you stood from your spot in front of the door. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until you spoke. 

Jake was silent for a moment, trying to register what was going on from your voice alone. “Will you open the door for me, baby girl? Just wanna see your face.”

Your face scrunched up for a moment, thinking about your sweet husband. He has always been your rock, even from across oceans, and he always eased you into talking about your troubles when he knew something was up. He is always the strong tree of refuge in a flood, the one familiar face in a crowd of strangers, and most importantly, the one person who could ground you in reality. 

Although this news was scary and untimely, you knew Jake was the one person to calm your fears. So you grabbed the tests in one hand and wiped your face with your shoulder as you reached for the doorknob with the other. You nervously placed your hand behind your back when the door swung open to reveal your husband, a lopsided smile taking over your features.

“Hey baby, whatcha doin in here?” Jake stepped into the bathroom, eyebrows furrowed as he placed his hands atop your shoulders and rubbed them up and down your arms.

“I, um, well—” you stuttered, focusing on Jake’s pendant necklace handing on his bare chest visible between his open button-down. Your mind drifted in that moment, wondering if Jake had been doing skin-to-skin with Vivy before he sang her to sleep. The picture made you smile softly, and you almost forgot about your immediate situation until you felt Jake’s hand drift down to your wrist held behind your back. 

“What do you have back here?” He asked gently, stopping at your wrist to rub small circles with his thumb. Jake would never forcefully rip something out of your hands, especially something you felt the need to hide, but you flinched anyways. 

“Oh,” was all you could manage to say before you slowly brought both of your hands in front of you and displayed the tests the best you could between your palms. 

Jake’s eyes flitted down from your face to the contents of your open hands, and you could see his eyes widen slightly.

“I know, babe, I don’t know what we’re going to do. I mean, this is not how we planned this, it’s not how we planned anything. And we finally got into the swing of things with Vivy, and I know it’s already been tough on the ban—” your rambling was cut off by an airy chuckle as a smile crept its way onto Jake’s face. 

Jake’s chuckle turned into a full belly laugh, and you couldn’t tell if he was truly elated or having a psychotic break until he squished your cheeks together to place a firm kiss to your lips. 

“Wha-?” you started, confused by Jake’s reaction. You knew he would have acted more positive than you to keep you from losing your shit, but you expected at least some anxiety peeking through his usually cool demeanor. This time, his excitement was evident and almost contagious, and you could hardly bite back an, albeit surprised, smile.

“You’re pregnant!” Jake spoke against your lips as he kissed you again. “I can’t believe this. Honestly, I know the timing is a little off, but I think this is a great thing.”

“You do?”

“I do. Baby, the last two months have been so hard, but I love our little girl and I love you, and I can’t wait to have another little to chase after. They will probably be best friends,” Jake gushed, and your heart was melting. 

“But Jake how are we going to handle two little babies? We haven’t even fully figured out the one we have.” You once again looked down at the pendant around Jake’s neck.

“Will we ever have it fully figured out?” He asked, ducking down to catch your downcast eyes. “Besides, we each have two arms, so I think we could handle even a couple more. And if you want to count my siblings’ arms, we have even more limbs for carrying babies.”

The two of you laughed, and you snuggled into Jake’s chest as he enveloped you in his arms and kissed your temple. Jake spent the rest of the night telling you how much he loved you, kissing your still flat tummy, and whispering sweet words to your daughter about her soon to be sibling. Although the timing was unsuspected, your heart swelled tenfold that night, and you knew if you were doing it with Jake, it would always be worth it.

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #jake kiszka fic #jake gvf #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka x reader #dad!jake #sam kiszka #TTAWI #Jake kiszka fluff #Jake kiszka angst #Jake kiszka imagine

[densi-mber]

What Happens in Tokyo

“Just as a warning, Nell is extremely excited to see you again,” Deeks informed Rosa as they walked towards their airport terminal.

“Yes, I remember last time,” Rosa said with a wry grin. During Nell and Eric’s last, and very brief, visit to the states, Nell had nearly knocked Rosa down with her overly enthusiastic hug. “I’m prepared.”

They found Eric and Nell at the very front of the line, holding up a handmade sign that read “Welcome to Tokyo Deeks-Blye Family” in sparkly letters.

Nell caught sight of them when they were a few yards away and ran to meet them, making a beeline for Rosa. She enveloped her in a tight, albeit less aggressive, hug.

“Rosa, I’m so happy to see you again!” she said, pulling back with a smile.

“I see how we rank these days,” Deeks joked, accepting a hug from Eric.

“Oh you know that I miss you guys like crazy,” Nell told him, finally releasing Rosa. She moved to Kensi next, rocking back and forth slightly. Deeks heard her say “Love you, Lady,” the rest unintelligible.

When she got to Deeks, she wore a slightly wistful expression.

“Deeks.” She held out her arms, waiting for him to enfold her first. She tucked herself into his chest with a sigh. “I really missed these big brother hugs,” she murmured, her smaller arms wrapping tight around his torso. “And these muscles,” she added, giving his bicep a playful squeeze.

Deeks laughed breathily, not having realized just how much he’d needed this.

“Good to see you too, Nellosaurus,” Deeks told her, earning a grin from both her and Eric.

“I think I missed that most of all, Shaggy.”

“Now there’s something I haven’t heard in forever,” Eric commented. “There’s a severe lack of nicknames in our company. And novelty pajama pants.”

“Well, I can help you with the first one, but sadly we did not pack any pants with pandas or cacti on them.”

“But we did bring presents,” Kensi assured them.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” Nell said, linking arms with Deeks and Kensi, leading then towards the exit. “What do you get us?”

Rosa snorted at Nell’s childlike excitement.

“Nope, you’ll have to wait,” Deeks teased.

“It’s tradition,” Kensi objected reasonably. “If you open them at any other time, they’re no longer Christmas presents.

“You can have mine whenever you want, but Marty and Kensi will probably insist on waiting until it’s closer to Christmas,” she informed Nell in a stage whisper.

“And now I like you even more,” Nell decided, switching over to walk next to Rosa instead.

“So where do you want to go first?” Eric asked once they had piled into a blue SUV.

“Well, I’m kind of hungry,” Kensi said, and Deeks grinned, squeezing her knee. If there was one thing that was always consistent, it was Kensi Blye’s appetite.

“So we should stop at a cafe as soon as we drop your luggage off,” Nell finished. “Ooh, there’s a place just down the street from us that has the most amazing Japanese pastries. You guys will love it.”

“And then maybe we can visit some place like Inokashira Onshi Park,” Rosa suggested. Eric raised an eyebrow, looking impressed.

“Wow, your pronunciation is really good.”

“I’ve been practicing.”

“And researching ever since she found out we were coming to Japan,” Kensi added with a proud smile.

“It was interesting,” Rosa said with a shrug.

“Alright, food for Kensi so she doesn’t turn into a wildebeest, and the garden for Rosa,” Deeks summed up.

“Sounds good. Then later this evening, we can do something a little more adventurous.”

“Nell, we totally need to take them cosplay go-karting,” Eric said, sharing a look with Nell that Deeks found fairly terrifying.

“Uh, I’m not sure that’s really our thing,” he said uncertainly.

“Oh, you guys will love it. Then we’ll do something really crazy.”

“This is going to be amazing,” Rosa decided happily while Kensi and Deeks shared dubious looks.

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A/N: I always imagine that Nell and Eric are up to crazy hijinks in between running their company.

#densimber 6.0 #densimber 2022 #densimber day 3 #ncis la fanfiction #densi #Eric and Nell #rosa reyes #fluff #by ejzah

[kimhargreeves]

Hungry Like A Wolf- Jack Russell x Reader (smut)

Summary: Jack does everything he can to protect you. A wolf is known to be extremely overprotective of their significant other, Jack has had enough of fighting his instincts after his werewolf transformation and let's his true feelings for you be known.

(Warnings: mentions of blood, death, smut, female oral receiving, anal, marks, mating, doggy style, possessiveness, dominance, and other things I can't remember. Anyways enjoys since I've seen almost no one write on this man and not smut had been found, so I am here doing gods work thank you very much.)

Old soft classic music began to play throughout the Bloodstone residence. When entering the room for the first time, it is decorated with expensive and unique paintings, ancient relics hard to find along with the heads of many monsters decorating the pale colored walls. Verussa was talking to the house's Butler while now I remained seated looking at the fireplace.

Today us six hunters have gathered for Ulysses Bloodstone's funeral, and for one of us to be in possession of the blood stone.

Quiet footsteps could be heard from behind me. Immediately I rose up from my spot on the couch and I felt my heart beat faster and I smiled lovingly at the man who had just arrived. My old friend Jack Russell.

I made my way closer to him, "Jack."

The tall dark haired man looked down at me and returned the hug when I had wrapped my arms around him, I felt his head resting on my shoulder close to my neck. I took a step back and saw his eyes staring at me long fully.

"It's been weeks since we saw each other, (Y/N).  How have you been?" Jack asked resting his hands behind his back and beginning to walk by my side.

"It's been exactly a month." I remind him and feel myself become flustered when he smiled down at me. "You've been into hiding ever since we joined in that last mission."

I remind him since we were fighting a monster, he was to be defeated by me but he was too strong. Jack told me that he could take care of it, it was impossible to see anyways since it was around midnight. Jack simply told me to get to safety and leave it to him, since then, I hadn't seen him.

Jack went over to sit on the couch with me following right next to him, sitting real close to him my front facing him as I sat on my knees. "You're too awfully close, (Y/N)." Jack said nervously, back to his awkward and cute self. His Spanish accent could be heard even more.

"You've been more nervous than before." I chuckle and reached my hand forward to rest on his face and the side of head lightly running my nails through his scalp.

Jack seemingly leaned into my touch when I did that and he quickly pulled away and scratched the place where I had touched him. The action made me lightly chuckle.

"You seem a bit different. I never quite said it, but it's impressive the amounts of hunting you've done these past few months."

I rested my head against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him, thought I felt Jack trying to remove himself from my grip. "You're always so warm too." I comment and felt his hands on my arms pulling me away.

"Is something wrong?" I ask tilting my head and noticed Jack's eyes land down my chest to my neck. Flustered he looked away and suddenly stood up fixing his coat.

"N-Nothing is wrong! I'll be right back."

I forced a smile on my face and watched Jack to go and examine the Bloodstone quickly beginning a conversation with one of the hunters in the room.

"I can almost smell the blood on your hands."

"Thank you. Aye I like the whole look with the makeup. It's a killer trademark."

"It's to honor my ancestors." Jack responds looking at Jovan the hunter.

"Yeah. Not much for honoring my ancestors and feelings like that. I just know it looks brilliant on you." The taller man says in a thick accent.

"I mean. I know the importance and anonymity in our line of work, but it gets lonely. Just want to say I'm proud to be honoring old Ulysses tonight."

"Ulysses, of course! Hard to believe he's gone." Jack says turning to face Ulysses closed coffin? I sat up and watched at it curious at why the coffin is positioned up.  

"So, any of these hacked beasties your handiwork?" He asks looking at Jack.

"No... No, but him. Him I fought a few times." He says pointing at the head. "He's never looked so alive."

This earned a chuckle from the older man. Verussa Bloodstone lifted her black veil and turned to look at us, quickly telling us to sit down. Jack came over to my side and I eagerly sat a bit closer and noticed him looking down at me.

We rounded up and did as the older woman said, we were sat down close by the fireplace and staring at the woman who stepped next to the coffin.

The older woman began to walk over to each of us, counting down the kill counts we've won. "Thirty seven kill. Forty three. Fifty seven quite impressive. Sixty seven. And over One Hundred deaths give or take." She pointed looking at Jack who seemed surprised by it.

"Over one hundred?"

"Mhm yup." Jack said staring at the woman.

Verussa walked closer to the coffin once more. "So many death dealers in one room. Oh, my dear." she stared at the coffin and talking to her husband who was inside.

"Thank you for gathering in ritual for shedding your masks tonight in honor of Ulysses Bloodstone. He was a leader, a friend, s liver without equal. Knowing his spirit would not be with us tonight to stayed his wishes for the ceremonial hunt, he orchestrated his present in other ways."

The coffin slowly started to open and I stare at the man's cadaver surprised at seeing Ulysses. The rotting body began to move like a puppet. An audio beging to play of the man's voice.

The rest of us exchange weird looks while we continue to stare at the corpse. Ulysses began to thank all of us for coming and also thanking Verussa for this moment.

This honor can only be bestowed upon the strongest and most committed to our mission. Very soon, a monster unlike anything you faced will be released into the sacred grounds. The hunter who slays this beast will become our new leader, taking possession of my Bloodstone. Good luck. I'll be rotting for you."

We all lightly chuckled and saw the coffin slowly close.

"The onto weapons permitted tonight have been placed in the garden. The stone will be affixed to the monsters hide. This will weaken it and also make it angry." Verussa says saving up the stone.

"Let's go and see who will be the first hunter to get the stone." Verussa said making us all stand up from our spot. Jack took hold of my shoulder and walking by my side.

"Time to see how this shit will go." I whispered and made him chuckle.

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Each of us entered the garden. We were all separated and as soon as I entered the gardens and began to search for stone on my own, Jack out of the sudden found me easily and told me to remain by his side. So without question I remained close to him and began to do everything as he said.

It was long after he introduced me to Ted who was camouflaged by a hedge. The monster didn't seem dangerous at all, he seemed friendly and seemed to understand everything that Jack was telling him.

"So, the whole plan was to get in here and free him? That's impressive." I praise Jack and noticed his cheeks turn to a slight red.

"I will be needing your help, though. You're the only person I can trust with this whole thing-" Jack immediately stopped and raised his head up. "Let's go." Jack quickly reached to grab my hand and made me run after him still holding onto my hand.

We rounded a corner and I was pushed against a wall and silenced by Jack covering my mouth with his hand. I remained still and stared up at him confused. Jack got even closer, hiding me with his body when we spotted someone walking nearby.

How did he hear that someone close to us? I've got a good ear but didn't hear or sense anyone.

"Let's go, (Y/N)." Jack grabbed hold of my hand again and we ran to hide inside a sort of mausoleum.

"No no!" It was too late. Jack and I dumbfounded looked back and realized that we couldn't open the door we just came through. We were now locked inside with Elsa Bloodstone.

This already felt awkward...

"Sorry..um how do we get out?" I asked and saw Elsa giving me a weird stare. Jack stepped in front of me and tried asking Elsa if there's a way out of here. The woman said almost nothing and kept to herself.

Jack looked down at me and noticed something on my leg. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" I looked at him confused and noticed his eyes looking down at me.

My leg got harmed, or more like my thigh area. A large slash was torn on my pants and I noticed blood pouring out of the wound. I was too focused on Jack than I didn't feel the pain.

"T-This is fine." I tried to play it off when I felt the pain sweeping through and for him to not worry.

"You are not fine. You got hurt because of me." Jack began to tell to himself. "Is it okay if I wrap up your wound? It has to be right or either the bleeding won't stop." He began to tell me.

"F-Fine do it." I said looking away and feeling Jack get on his knees, he took something off from him and I felt him rip it so he could wrap my wound.

I looked over and felt a blush across my face when I saw Jack intently examining the wound and helping me stop more blood from coming out. "There you are all set." Jack said meeting my eyes.

My heart beat accelerate when I met his dark eyes. "You're going to be fine for now. No dejaré que nada más te pase." I heard Jack mutter something I couldn't quite understand, then he went over to sit over next to me.

I smiled to myself when I noticed him looking around before taking a couple of seconds to turn around and accommodate himself next to me. He reminds me of a puppy.

I closed my eyes and rested for a bit leaning into Jack and feeling his arm protectively wrapped around me

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It wasn't long after Elsa got us out, so Jack began to run throughout the maze and I was surprised he was able to run since he began to carry me. He insisted that I was weak when I wasn't feeling weak at all, so he made me jump onto his back as he carried me. It seemed that I didn't weigh at all since he didn't seem tired when he placed me back on my feet and he stood back tall.

"Stay right there." He told me when he runs back and threw a small bomb onto a wall. It took a couple of seconds for him to properly set the bomb until it exploded and Ted was finally free.

But right when Jack reached to grab the stone he was thrown back by it. I ran over to his side and tried helping him up, I held him close to me and watched the remaining hunters reunite along with Verussa and her guards.

The woman grinned when she said that he was a monsters disguised as a human. Quickly before anything could be done we were taken back into the main room and placed inside a large cage.

Elsa quickly woke up but it took a bit longer for Jack to wake up. "Jack!" I ran over to his side and wrapped my arms around his neck when he sat up, he sighed still groggy from waking up and he tiredly patted my shoulder and grabbed my face to look at me.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" I nodded my head many times and looked at him worried.

"How about y-you?" I asked extremely concerned over him. "Does your head hurt?!" I asked trying to be careful with him.

"Just a bit. Elsa are you okay?" He asked turning to look at the stoic woman who seemed angry and hurt by him.

"Why didn't you tell us that you're a monster?" She asked.

I remained on my knees right next to Jack and continued to hold him close. "I didn't want there to be s difference between us because of it. I won't harm you or (Y/N), once every full moon I lock myself up. I'm still human you know."

So that's why he told be to get to safety a few months ago, so I wouldn't be able to see him or for him to harm me.

"You're a werewolf then?" I ask wanting to know if I was right.

Jack turned to look at me, he seemed heartbroken and looked away from me when he nodded his head.

"It's not something I can control, (Y/N). But we have time! We have five days until there's a full moon."

"The Bloodstone can turn you in five seconds mate." Elsa spoke and looked at us both. "We're doomed anyways. So much for coming here."

I hummed and stared hopeful at Jack. "Wolves are like dogs are they not? Their main focus is smell, they recognize people they know by their scent."

"You're brilliant, (Y/N). Glad to know you caught on, but..what if this doesn't work?" He begins to question himself. "Whatever. I need your scent." Jack reached down and grabbed my shoulders and made me lean forward to him.

I became flustered when I felt him sniffing my hair, my neck, my arm and everywhere else where he needed to. "All done?" I asked fighting back a laughter when I saw his cheeks also red.

"Yes! Sorry I'll just..." Jack stuttered and stood up over to where Elsa was. She stared up at him weirdly but knew what he needed.

"Sniff away dog."

"Right..sorry." he knelt over and took her arm sniffing her not as he did with me but still. Our scent were now in his nostrils for him to recognize.

Jack just in time finished doing what he needed since Verussa and the rest of her people came into the room. She showed us the stone in her gloves hand. "Let's see if the little wolf will be able save himself and not rip apart his mate." Verussa grinned looking at me.

Jack held onto me tight and hid me behind his back. Everything seemed to go in a flash since Jack began to groan and fell down on his knees, he began to pant until their turned into ones of an animal, a werewolf. His body had contorted and his screams turned into a howl.

Elsa grabbed me and made me fall back so I wouldn't be between him and the guards. I closed my eyes and heard his howl again and I felt something being torn. When we opened our eyes we looked up and saw the cage destroyed.

The place turned into a massacre with everyone screaming and fighting against Jacks werewolf form. I made it our of the cage along with Elsa, I had grabbed a sword and began to fight with one of the hunters, quickly I dodged their attacks and was careful with my injured leg.

I panted and continued to fight with the sword until it broke into two. I'll have to use my fists then, a fight barehanded began but I was easily getting tired, the hunter I was fighting with was ready to hit me until someone jumped between us and I saw Jack in front of me.

I stared up at him surprised to see him this closely in his werewolf form. He looks bigger and a lot more menacingly.

The hunter before he had a chance to run he was cut by the throat, I cheered but the smile on my face faded when Jack turned to look at me. I slowly began to back away from him.

"Jack..I know you can hear me. It's me (Y/N), remember me?" I huffed when he pounced over onto me. I slid onto the floor and felt Jack's heavy and warm body on top of me.

I moved my face to look away when he growled loudly and began to raise his clawed hand. "Jack you need to remember me. I'm (Y/N), no matter what form you are I will always love you." I tell him turning to now look up at him.

Jack's werewolf form looked down at me and hid clawed hand seemed to stop, he's fighting back. I reached my hand to touch him but before I could he got off of me quick and went back over to where Verussa was.

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Jack was already gone once Elsa stopped Verussa from using the stone, everyone was dead except for Jack, Elsa and the butler. Ted had made his appearance be known again, now he waiting for me. Tilting my head I turned to look at the gentle giant and seemed to understand just s bit of what he was saying.

"Do you know where he left?" I ask him.

Ted grunted once and began to guide me at where Jack had gone off to. Quickly I began to follow him forgetting of the hits I received and the pain on my leg. Occasionally Ted would turn to make sure I was still following him.

We made it into the woods and by the river there was a small house, almost like a cottage between all of the surrounding trees. "Is he resting?" I asked looking back up.

Wanting to make sure if it was okay for me to enter. Ted nodded his head once and now I watched him begin to leave. I wonder where he is heading off now.

This feels like red riding hood entering granny's small home before being eaten by the wolf.

I opened the door and closed it behind me. Looking around the home I noticed it was rather small but cozy, a fireplace was still one with what seemed like the smell of tea inside. There was a small living room area with a kitchen and a bed almost by s corner.

"Jack." I softly spoke his name when I reached the bed and saw Jack slowly waking himself up. He was covered by a cloak..just a cloak. I tried to not look when I sat over by his side and saw his hair all messy.

"Ted?" I scoffed and shook my head.

"Do I look like Ted?" I joke and watched him sit up and groan a bit.

"(Y/N)?! Dios mío. Did I hurt you?" He asked concerned and tried to stand up.

"You stay still. Yes, I am completely alright." I said pushing him against the bed making his head hit the pillow.

I continued to sit down next to him and watched his tired eyes. "I wasn't scared Jack. I knew you wouldn't harm me and I was right."

Jack smiled a little and reached his hand to rub my shoulder. "I would rather die than to see you harmed by me."

I blushed staring down at my lap and turning to look up at him again. "I'll always love you you know? No matter if you're a monster or a human." Before he had the chance to talk again I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips.

I closed my eyes and slowly I began to pull away. Unexpectedly Jack grabbed the back of my head and made me lean to kiss him again. I felt his hands grab my face while he continued to kiss me.

We both blushed looking at each other. That explains his possessive side then. "I...I want you Jack." I shyly admitted and saw him raise his eyebrows surprised but he smiled.

"A-Are you sure, (Y/N)? I mean I want you t-too, but if we continue I won't be able to stop myself. I can be a bit..rough." he shyly admitted as well looking away.

I reached back and planted another kiss on his lips. I felt my stomach turn when I let my hands wander down at his covered waist, the only thing hiding his bare self from me was the damn cloak.  "I like it rough." I whisper pulling away from the kiss.

I felt his breathing fasten and heard him growl when I let my hand wander under the cloak and my hand gripped his member and I began to pump him in my hands, making him begin to harden himself and feeling his precum on the tip. I shrieked when I felt him tighten his grip on my neck and felt him begining to kiss and bite my neck leaving marks.

I bit back a moan when he kiss the back of my ear and lightly bit on it making sure that he'll leave bruises. Jack made me stand up making me stop touching him, he pulled me on my feet and began to get rid of my clothes.

Jack turned me around and began to unclasp my top. I shyly slid the straps off of me leaving my upper body exposed. Jack's hand quickly began to kneed my breasts making me let out a moan when he began to massage them and pinch my nipples.

I rested my head against his chest when he leaned down to fully take one in his mouth, licking and lightly biting my nipple, sucking on my breasts until they would pop out of his mouth and he would resume the action. I hissed and reached my hand down to continue to pump his member making sure to apply a bit of pressure at the tipo making him kiss and bite my chest when I did it.

"Let's get this off." Jack began to slid the torn pants off of me, the wound wasn't entirely healed yet but it was closed and not bleeding. "Are you sure to continue?" He asked concerned over my leg.

I nodded my head and eagerly told him to continue. "As you wish, mi vida." Jack said kissing my thigh and making me fall back onto the bed, he got rid of the last remaining thing hiding my body. He got rid of my underwear and gripped my legs so I would open them.

My heartbeat got faster and I saw his excitement clear when he stared down at me surprised. Jack cursed in Spanish when he noticed my wet slick waiting for him.

Jack continued to praise me in Spanish when he knelt down by the bed and pulled me closer to the edge, with one of my legs over his shoulder.

"You're so beautiful, (Y/N)." Jack said leaning over to kiss my thigh and then the next before he dove straight in.

I gripped the sheets under me and squeezed my eyes shut and let out an almost pornographic moan when I felt his got tongue in my pussy. I felt one of Jack's hand open my folds while rubbing my sensitive nub and with the other he began to insert two fingers while continuing to swipe his tongue inside, I could feel my juices running down my thighs and how wet the sounds Jack was making with his tongue and how obscene it sounded throughout the room.

"J-Jack!" I gripped my chest and continued to pant searching for release when I squeezed my eyes back again and felt a tight inside of me. "I'm s-so close." I moved my hips along to his tongue.

"Let it go, mi querida. Quiero que acabes en mi boca." As soon as he spoke Spanish and said those dirty words my hands flew down, gripping the back of his head as I came undone.

I felt Jack hum against me as he eagerly collected all of my juices and kisses my thigh when he stood up. I sat up and wrapped my hands around his neck pulling him for a kiss and feeling myself on his tongue.

I kissed him again before I turned around and got on all fours, sticking my ass out for him as he watched my glistening cunt begging for him. "I want you inside of me daddy." I spoke dirty and felt a bit weird using that term.

"On all fours like a dog?" He asked and chuckled rubbing my eyes and slapping it once then twice making me moan and rest my face down on the sheets.

"Please touch me." I said already feeling like a dog in heat, begging for his touch. I gripped the sheets when he did as told and bit back a cry when he began to rub me in circles.

He is on his knees behind me in an instant, and you I feel his heat and dangerous intention, and I am aching for it.

"Uhh that feel so good." I shrieked when he lightly began to play with my nub and sliding one finger in and then pulling it back out.

His fingers pulled me back when I felt his hands on my waist, and the other guiding his cock to my entrance. I jumped up and shivered when I felt him deciding where to slid it. "This is going to hurt." I heard him warn me.

I wasn't ready when he said that and I felt him inside my ass, i clenched onto his member making him say a few more curse words in Spanish when he leaned forward and rested his forehead on my back.

"Que rico te sientes. Te voy a llenar toda, mi amor." Jack whispered talking dirty in my ear when I felt his hands around my body and play with my breasts.

A couple of seconds later he pulled back out and then back in, the rhythm continued slowly until he saw that I could take it. He wasn't that rough but still went at a not so slow pace as he held onto my hips pulling me back to him. I threw my back when he pulled out and now roughly began to push back in.

I lose control in myself at the feeling of his chest and abs working against my back. I felt his hand right on my hip making sure it'll bruise while I felt his other hand go to the front to continue to circle my clit. "Oh f-fuck!" I cried out and painted loudly when he continued with his assault. I clenched around him milking him while he continued with his now rough pace.

Jack grabbed my throat holding me up so my back was pressed against his chest, he leaned over my eyes continuing to praise me in Spanish and tell me how good I've been.

"That's it, just like that. You're taking me so well, mi niña." He grunted into my ear and made me fall back onto the bed and I came for a third second time.

Jack reached back and pulled me into a spooning position now. Holding my leg up while he positioned himself between my legs and now easily slipping through my folds. Jack had wrapped his arm around my hip holding me in place making sure continue to hit the familiar spot he's been hitting all too well.

I felt myself getting more tired and not being able to last longer anymore. Becoming more exhausted the more he continues to take me  and fill me in. Jack folds me in an embrace kissing me gently while I continue to feel him inside and occasionally slipping out.

I pulled out and sat down on his side and forced Jack to lay back when he began to question me. I sat over his lap and grabbed himself to guide him above me, while I slowly sank and I felt Jack's hands rest on my thighs. I suck in a breath and drop my head forward, I rest my hands on Jack's chest and feel him pulling me close to him while his hips do most of the work while I occasionally bounce when regaining mg breath.

Jack continued to hold me tight in his embrace I whimper and moan loudly, he begins to kiss my shoulder, and  his hands reaching around to cup my breasts when I fully sat back up to bounce on him. His fingers tweaking my sensitive nipples, skin to skin.

One of his arms fully wrapped around my waist pulling me back then when I lean down to kiss him.  "Estoy cerca cariño, aguanta un poco más." Jack says in his native tongue when he feels me ready to come for the last time.

After a few minutes Jack's grip on me tightens. I moan when I came around him and buried my nails into his shoulders. Jack moaned out and clasped my hand over his, holding me tight. He lets out a loud, guttural moan and I can feel his muscles against me with the effort of emptying deep inside.

I tiredly pulled myself out from him and sighed peacefully when Jack embraced me once more and slowly began to kiss me, both of us shaking and breathless while we continue to hold each other. Jack leans his forehead against mind and gently kisses my lips and down neck.

"I love you, (Y/N)." Jack stare staring at the ceiling once I fell over his side and tiredly looked at him and smiled.

"I love you too, Jack." I respond tiredly reaching to play with his hair.

A light awkward cough comes from him, "I know it isn't the right moment, but I wonder where Ted has run off." Jack says slowly sitting up and staring down at me and rubbing my arm.

This is definitely how I didn't expect you start my day. "Want to take a bath together?" I ask slowly sitting up and seeing a pout on his face.

"You don't think I'm done with you just yet. I was actually going to offer you another round." He says grinning and chuckling at himself.

I huff but smile at him and leaned back to kiss his lips. "First a bath and then we'll rest, big guy." I promise him and slowly I started to head into the bathroom with Jack trailing behind me.

#werewolf by night #werewolf by night x reader #werewolf by night jack #gael garcia bernal #gael garcia bernal x reader #jack russell x reader #jack russell #jack russell x reader smut #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #marvel imagines #marvel smut

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Sorrow (Mine was purple)

Original work

Additional notes - based on Greek Mythology, Love story, Angst, Like big Sad, can be read as a period piece (I think?), excessive flower symbolism, religious homophobia

TW - Extreme homophobia, Death

I had been fascinated by the ancient gods of Olympus. Gods now forgotten to time and buried in ruins, but once mighty and powerful, ruling over their world on their golden thrones. Divine in their power and their name. The influence they had over the ancient civilisations for centuries.

I loved it.

The tales, the heroes, the battles. The blood and ichor that rained down on the fields of Greece. Twisted stories of love and greed.

I loved it all.

My favourite was Apollo. God of the sun, of all trades, of healing. He pulled his chariot across the sky, with horses of blaze and fire, showering us in his light.

Mum hated him. She hated all of mythology really, but she hated him the most. She didn’t hate him for the blistering summers or the pathetic winter sun. Not for the death of Patroclus, not for Daphne. No, she hated him for much worse.

His lover.

Hyacinthus.

I had a lover of my own. His parents were just like mine. A love like ours was just impossible. 

Unnatural. 

Disgusting. 

Sinful.

Those types of people should never be allowed to run around as they pleased. What if they get to the children? Stay away, they’ll make my sons just like them! Wicked. Evil!

It was the whole village really. They didn’t like it. Threatened to line them up against a wall. 

Bang!

There was no place for those who couldn’t follow the Lord’s word. No place on earth for them.

My Lord would never hurt us. Not under the rays of his celestial divinity. Under his star, we were safe.

So, we never told them. We kissed behind locked doors, and held hands among the trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves, with only critters and the druids to witness our affection. Away from their Lord and Savior. He could never see us.

One night, we loved in front of the peering eyes of not a mouse but a girl. His little sister. We sprang apart but it was already too late. And as we listened to the hurried steps grow fainter through the underbrush, we finally prayed to the one god we never believed in.

I walked him home. It was unavoidable. It was futile to delay it so we went. We could have run, we could have fled and never looked back. But we didn’t, so we went. 

We stopped a stone’s throw away from the house, peering into the illuminated living room, where his mother and sister cried. Cried over their loss. Their curse. 

What have we done to deserve a son like this?

He didn’t look back as we finally parted, didn’t hold my hand or kiss me good night. He marched forward with his head down and didn’t hesitate before opening the door.

Soon, he appeared in the living room window. His mother yelled but the words were muffled to me. His father stepped into the room. His yelling was loud. Fiercer than his mother’s. More violent.

And if only his father weren’t a proud hunter, deer heads mounted on the walls.

If only his father’s prized hunting rifle hadn’t been sitting on the mantle.

Bang.

The bullet pierced his skull. He hit the floor. 

Cold. 

Dead.

I stared.

Is this how Apollo felt when he watched the discus meet Hyacinthus’ skull? Did he watch as the blood splattered on the floor with the same horrified incomprehension? Did he see his lover’s body hit the floor, first with numbness, then with all-consuming despair? Did he curse the night, the Fates that watched over the same way I cursed our God and all that made him holy?

I imagine he rushed forward, fell to his knees by Hyacinthus’ side, cradled his head and cried. I didn’t run to him. I stood – voice hoarse, tears, now frozen on my cheeks, stinging my eyes and skin. I didn’t beg the god of the Underworld as I watched his life flicker out his eyes, I didn’t immortalise his soul as flora. I simply stood. Stared at what had once been my love. 

A corpse.

Dead.

I don’t know for how long I stood there. I didn’t approach. I didn’t leave. I just stared through that cursed window. The blood had long stopped flowing from the wound, now a congealed mess on the floorboards – the maid was going to hate cleaning that up. I didn’t quite realise when it got dark, or when it got colder, or when the streets went silent. Because all I could see was him.

The curtains were pulled shut at some point – I could no longer see into the house, only the ugly mustard of the living room curtain. Eventually, I made it home. I don’t know how; the next time I blinked, the cold October sun was filtering through my window. Still in my clothes from last night. It wasn’t important. All I could see was the bloom of red spider lilies on the wood of that house.

I eventually learned that they had ruled it a suicide. They said he had taken the gun, pointed it at his own head, and shot himself. Right there in his living room. Nobody said it, but they all knew he had done it because of what he was. Nobody said it, but they were all secretly glad the sinner took care of himself.

 They all reckoned I wouldn’t be too far behind. 

He hadn’t been given a funeral. Just a simple burial.

His family moved soon after. To where? I don’t know. I was too hollow to care.

Sometimes, I wish my story had ended there too. A bullet to my head. By my own hand or somebody else’s. It didn’t matter.

But time went on instead. Days became months. The seasons changed. As the days grew colder, so did my heart.

The bitterness and resentment only grew as the nights did. That’s when I dreamt of his father. I’d dream of holding his own rifle up to his face. 

Bang.

Just like his own son.

It was just a coincidence that one chilly day in December I overheard in a conversation that his family had moved to Alaska. It was less of a coincidence that the next day my bags were packed. A boat ticket to North America sat on top of them.

Dreams were the Oracle’s prophecy sometimes.

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Originally, I wrote this for my A-level coursework and then submitted it as part of my portfolio for my uni application, but both of those are done now so I can post it here -Rem

#Rem writes #tw death #tw homophobia #lgbtq #lgbtqia #gay character #gay boys #writing #creative writing #original writing #original work #greek mythology #apollo #greek gods #greek myths #hyacinthus #angst #hurt no comfort #heavy angst #I made my beta cry #honestly quite proud of this one

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

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