#some of them were drifting around and then jerking towards the walls

[emuwarum]

MY SHRIMP HAD BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO TINY

#Emu tries to post #shrimp #Aquarium shrimp #ojhhhhhhh #I spotted them yesterday #and saw one of the ones that was pregnant had only one egg left in her belly #And another one also had less #checked this morning and there's still babies #didn't look at the females again though so not sure if the other eggs are out now #this is. This is what baby shrimp look like right? Just making sure? #I think they weren't more than a few hours old when I took the photo #some of them were drifting around and then jerking towards the walls #and some of them were already sitting on the walls #I crushed an algae wafer for the babies.. not sure if I should do anything else #there's a mesh bag put on the outside of my filter because I was worried about the adults getting stuck inside #And it seems that was a good decision since the babies came so quick #But I want to get a sponge filter when we can

[enha-stars]

✧ thats enough, i think

pairing: enha!hyung line x fem!reader (mdni)

summary: you rarely act like a brat, but when you do, it always leads exactly where you want it too

warnings: brat tamer hyung line (YAS), jealousy, oral (f & m rec.), slight voyuerism, minor breath play (i think), unprotected sex, kissing

a/n: for my favourite, endearing brat @ak4e7a i hope i did this justice.

✧ heeseung;

“why the attitude, pretty? didn’t i fuck you hard enough earlier? or maybe you miss my mouth on you. is that it? need my tongue in you? wanna cum all over my face?”

the music is loud and the lights are dim, but not dim enough to hide the scene in front of you. you watch with hard eyes as the blonde gently trails her fingers across heeseung's arms.

he's not paying attention to her, probably doesn't even notice the way she's undressing him with her undeserving eyes, but you are. you stepped aside for a minute to grab some water and the blonde wasted no time.

you narrow your eyes when she gets bolder and places her hand on heeseung's forearm, turning her body fully towards him, ignoring jake's look of disdain. your eyes travel down her body before they drift to heeseung, waiting for him to push her hand off.

he doesn't.

he does, however, turn his head when he feels your stare on him. his lips lift into a smile when his eyes meet yours but you only scoff, rolling your eyes at him. his smile twists into a frown and his eyes sharpen.

instead of going back, since he seemed so interested in the conversation, you simply turn your head and walk towards jay and sunghoon.

you can feel his eyes on you but you ignore them, purposely standing closer to sunghoon than you normally would. if heeseung could let someone touch him, then you could too.

you talk to sunghoon and jay, laughing about something niki did when you feel it. his presence is overwhelming and you would know him by smell alone. so when heeseung walks to you, you know it's him before his chest presses into your back.

his hand is on your waist and he's holding a water bottle in his other hand as he smiles at his friends, seemingly calm as he joins the conversation. your back is rigid but you don't lean away from his touch.

"why didn't you come back to me, pretty?" heeseung whispers in your ear, his breath warm.

you scoff and turn your head, crossing your arms. "why would i want to interrupt your conversation with the handsy blonde?"

heeseung smiles in a way that isn't really a smile and gently grabs your chin, making you face him. "what are you talking about?"

you jerk your chin out of his hold and step away from him, missing his heat instantly. sunghoon and jay have stepped away from you both and now you and heeseung stand in the middle of the party, music and sweaty bodies surrounding you.

"since you were having so much fun with little miss blonde over there, you can go right back. i'll go find someone else who'll entertain me."

heeseung turns to face you, a smirk on his lips at the sight of your narrowed eyes and crossed arms. he liked you like this, all bratty and annoying. but he didn't like what you were implying. didn't you know that he belonged to you?

instead of answering you, he steps towards you and you instinctually dropped your arms, fingers pulsing. you wanted to grab his shoulders, wrap your arms around him, but you were still annoyed with him.

he smiles softly at you but you see the fire in his eyes, the only hint of his actual feelings. he gently grabs your hand and laces your fingers together. you don't have enough time to pull away before he's guiding you through the crowd, easily steering your body at will.

he pushes the washroom door open and pulls you inside, slamming the door shut and locking it within seconds. your pressed against the wall as he stares down at you, grinning at your flustered expression. he presses himself closer to you, bringing his hands on either side of your head as he leans down.

"why the attitude, pretty? jealous of that girl, is that it?" his breath tickles your cheek and he kisses it softly. "scoffing at me and rolling your eyes as if i didn't fuck you in the car."

your breathing heavily and you can't look away from his eyes. they're shiny and dark and so hot. his words make you shiver and you squeeze your thighs together.

his smile turns menacing as he sinks to his knees, his hands sliding down the wall. he keeps his face close to your body, nose and chin hovering against your skin.

with his face hovering near your heat, you naturally spread your legs and he grins at you. "wonder if i can still taste my cum on your pussy," he whispers.

he doesn't even lift your skirt as he presses his nose against your cunt, breathing in deeply. you whimper and arch your back, hand immediately grabbing his hair.

"still smells like me," he says before he hooks his finger under your panties and pulls them down. he doesn't even warm you when he licks at you harshly, eyes on your face.

you pull at his hair as your knees buckle. "hee, oh my gosh."

"where's that attitude, pretty girl? still wanna find someone else?"

you shake your head and he presses a soft kiss to your clit. "cum on my face to show that blonde and everyone else who i belong to."

he wastes no time as he uses his fingers to spread your folds only to shove his tongue deep within you. he's sucking and licking and you can't breathe.

his fingers rub your bud as his tongue assaults your clit, pushing in and out of you as he laps up all your juices.

just as you're about to reach your limit, he moves his head back and his tongue messily slips out of you, string of saliva and slick shining under the bathroom light.

you whine and stare down at him with watery eyes. he just smiles at you and kisses your inner thigh.

"next time you act like a brat, i'll fuck you in front of everyone and won't let you cum even once."

✧ jay;

“you know i adore you, angel, but when you don’t listen to me… it makes me want to shove my cock down your throat. can’t be bratty when you can’t really breathe, can you?”

familiar dialogue fills the room as the quiet sounds of chewing can be heard from around you. you're pressed against jay's side with his arm hugging you close. your calves rest in jake's lap and he uses them as a stand for his popcorn.

you stare at the tv screen with little interest. it was sunghoon's turn for movie night and of course, he chose a superhero movie. one you all had seen many times.

jay had smiled at your exasperated smile and softly kissed your head when you simply just held your tongue and snuggled with him.

trying to stimulate your brain, you glanced at the other sofa and smiled at the sight of sunghoon's head in heeseung's lap. he would never beat the soft allegations and you made a mental note to tease him about it later.

you sighed deeply and jay's gaze flickered down, smiling softly at your wandering eyes. he just watched you as you looked at different things, eyes briefly trailing back to the movie every few seconds.

he rubbed your arm and you smiled, looking up at him. he tilted his head down and bumped his nose against yours before giving the tv his attention. you internally sighed, finding it amazing that all four of them could rewatch the same movie hundreds of times.

you tried to pay attention to the action happening on screen but it wasn't new, and therefore, was incredibly boring. you tightened your hold on jay's lower abdomen and he shifted slightly when you slipped your thumb under his shirt.

at his movement, you smiled as realization set in. you slowly rubbed circles into his skin, testing the waters. when he said nothing, you let your hand trail lower until your fingers brushed the bulge under his sweats, glad you weren't sharing a blanket with jake.

he squeezed your arm once in warning but you simply rested your hand on his bulge, pressing down. jay bit his bottom lip to muffle the hiss that almost escaped him.

he looked down at you sharply but your eyes were on the movie. his hand trails up your arm until its in your hair and he lightly pulls up, forcing you to look at him. at the pain, you almost grin.

"quit it," he mumbles, eyes ablaze.

you ignore his words and do nothing for a few minutes. thinking better of you, jay releases your hair and rests his hand back on your arm.

simply having your hand on his cock with all his friends around is making your head spin and suddenly, you need to do something. after a few more minutes, you begin rubbing your hand back and forth over his sweats, smiling when he hardens under you instantly.

he flexes his thighs and his grip on your arm tightens as he grits his teeth together. he can't do anything or say anything because jake is right there and if he moves, he's afraid the blanket will slip off. he tilts his head down until his lips are touching your ears. "stop it," he grits out.

you don't stop.

with his free hand, he grabs your wrist under the blanket and brings it to his chest, keeping it there. his grip is tight but not enough to hurt you. you lift the arm that was between his lower back and sofa and slip it under his shirt, nails slightly scratching the skin.

knowing he couldn't do anything, he simply lets you touch his back. when your hand slips below the waist of his sweatpants and closer to his ass, he clenches his teeth together so hard they might crack.

thankfully, the film finishes and jake, sunghoon, and heeseung leave after they pick up all the trash. neither you or jay move as per tradition, since the rule is that they clean up if you provide the snacks.

once they door clicks shut, jay throws the blanket off you both and shifts his body upwards as he pushes your shoulders down. now, your head is against the arm rest as the rest of your body is on the couch. one of his legs is on the floor and the other is fitted between your body and the sofa.

he stares down at your with hard eyes and a clenched jaw. you're grinning up at him and he scoffs. you're in between his legs and you seem incredibly pleased about it. he doesn't waste a second before he cups your jaw and leans closer.

"you know i adore you, angel." he waits for you to nod. "but when you don't listen to me... it makes me crazy."

you have the audacity to pretend to frown. "sorry, baby. but the movie was so boring and i couldn't help myself."

jay kisses his teeth as he pulls the waistband of his sweats and boxers down. he watches you as you stare at his cock, a look of need in your eyes. "you think that means you can't listen to me?"

you try to answer but he thrusts his cock into your mouth. it hits the back of your throat and you gag, eyes immediately watering. he's so big and tastes so good.

"i don't wanna hear anything from you," he mutters as he rocks his hips back and forth harshly. "such a brat."

you open your mouth further and use your tongue, trying your best to fit him. your eyes are blown wide and jay can't help but roll his eyes at your sounds and drool.

"look at you," he cooes. "you can brealy breathe, angel."

you don't really hear him, too busy having your mouth fucked. you can taste his precum and it's enticing. you open your eyes and catch jay's harsh gaze. his tip hits the back of your throat and you can't really breathe.

"good," he says, smiling. "can't be a brat when you can't breathe, can you?"

✧ jake;

“if you wanted my attention so bad, baby, you could have just asked. you know i’d give you anything. what do you want? to be fucked silly?”

the lights in the living room are dim as some old episode plays on the tv, forgotten and boring. you sigh to yourself as you stare at the ceiling, blinking when a commercial interrupts the pleasant background noise.

you turn your head and eye the bedroom door when you hear jake's loud laughter. a smile naturally lifts onto your lips but it's quickly replaced by a frown.

jake had promised you that he would only game for a bit, but it had been two hours and you were annoyed. you wanted him to play with his friends but you were growing tired. you finally had some time to spend with him tonight and he chose to game the night away.

you turn to face the tv and try to pay attention to the plot and characters but all you want is your boyfriend. suddenly feeling chilly, you pushed yourself off the couch and trudged to the bedroom to grab a blanket.

you quietly push open the bedroom door and your eyes immediately land on jake's hunched figure, the blue light washing over him prettily as his fingers move rapidly against the keyboard.

jake sees your figure in the reflection of his screen and turns his head, smiling widely at you before turning back to the monitor. "hi, baby."

you don't respond to him and walk to your bed, grabbing your blanket. at your lack of response, jake mutes his mic and turns his head again, frowning. "what's wrong, baby?"

you shake your head. "nothing," you mutter. you almost throw him a pointed look but decide against it.

"come sit with me, baby. you know you're my good luck charm."

you scoff and jake raises an eyebrow, surprised at your attitude. "i don't want to sit with you. be your own good luck charm."

at your words, jake's eyes widen and his frown deepens. "excuse me?"

you stare at him with narrowed eyes and grip your blanket tighter. "you heard me. play your stupid games all night, i don't care."

you really did care, but you were annoyed and his friends were screaming at him through his headphones. you don't wait for a response and throw the bedroom door open, slamming it shut to prove a point.

you're not sure what point you're trying to prove, but it feels good.

you throw the blanket on the couch and make your way to the kitchen, suddenly hungry.

jake stares at the door with a dumbfounded expression, not quite believing that you had both rejected him and slammed the door shut. slowly, he turns back around but your words are replaying in his mind and he can't stop hearing your scoff.

he unmutes his mic and teels heeseung that he's not playing anymore, leaving the game before anyone could say otherwise. he throws his headphones to the side and pulls open the bedroom door.

he steps out of the bedroom, expecting you to be on the couch but you're in the kitchen. your back is to him and he just stares at you for a while, the sight of you in only panties and his hoodie is enough to have his mind reeling.

"baby," he calls out. your back stiffens and you stop cutting the apple. "wanna watch a movie?"

he's testing the waters, trying to understand your behaviour. he has a feeling he knows, but it never hurts to check.

"no," you respond, without turning. "i'm good. go back to gaming." you do want watch a movie with him, hell, you just want him. but you refuse to give in instantly. he made you wait, so he should too.

jake grins widely before shaking his head at you, slowly walking towards the kitchen. you can hear him getting closer but you don't move, focusing on the fruit salad you had started.

jake wraps his arms around your waist and presses his chest to your back, smiling when you stiffen. you don't move for a few second before you go back to cutting, putting in all your effort in ignoring him.

"watch a movie with me."

"no," you murmur. jake kisses the back of your neck and you shiver, his breath warm.

"you trying to ignore me?"

you say nothing and he laughs softly against your neck, pressing his hips into yours until his clothed dick lines up with your ass. he rotates his hips softly and you drop the knife.

"if you wanted my attention so bad, baby, you could have just asked." he presses further into you and you whimper, gripping the counter. "instead, you deny me and slam the door in my face."

his lips are hovering your neck and he whispers the words against your skin, making your entire body go hot. he grinds against you a bit more before he kisses your shoulder.

"i guess i should pay more attention to my little baby." he takes his cock out of his shorts and pulls your panties to the side, thrusting into you without warning.

you moan at the feeling, head falling back as your grip on the counter tightens. he pushes himself deep within you before pulling out completely. you mewl at the emptiness but then he grips your waist and slides back in, pushing you into the counter.

"fuck, baby, so tight."

he fucks you harshly, grip on your waist tight as you moan and whimper. he sucks on your neck as his balls slap your ass. your pussy clenches around him and your eyes water.

"jake," you say, breathless.

your orgasm is close and you push your ass against him, trying to reach your high when suddenly, jake stops moving. you cry out, the build up slowly dissipating. your eyes are watery and you're mumbling incoherent things.

jay kisses your shoulder as he grips your hips, stopping you from trying to reach your high.

"weren't you trying to ignore me, baby?" he smiles wickedly when you whine his name. "rude little brats don't get to cum, baby."

✧ sunghoon;

“you’re really pretty, bunny. but you’re even prettier when you’re being fucked. that’s it, lay back for me. this is all you wanted, isn’t it? some cock to keep you calm.”

soft music plays from your laptop as you stare hard at your phone, a frown on your lips. you stare at sunghoon's contact picture, hoping it would magically entice a response from him.

you sent your texts almost twenty minutes ago and there was still no response. annoyed, you toss your phone to the other side of the bed. you stare at the teddy bear that sits beside you on the bed, huffing.

you're not sure what it was, but you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. not literally, since sunghoon's grip on your waist was strong, but metaphorically.

you woke up in a bad mood which only worsened when sunghoon, instead of showering you in attention and love, decided to head over to jay's place for lunch.

your behaviour in the morning pissed him off and he fucked it out of you, but it was back and he wasn't here. he had hoped that fucking his cum into you before he left would be enough to keep you pleased but it hadn't.

so, you sent him a few nudes and risky texts to entice him. despite his angry texts telling you to 'behave' and 'fucking stop,' you couldn't help yourself.

the last text you sent had been an impulse decision. you knew that texting him 'since you're not here, i'll just touch myself' wouldn't necessarily sit with him well, but if you were going to be a brat, you might as well do it right.

you obviously don't touch yourself, knowing that your own hands had become useless. you needed him, and until you had him, you wouldn't be pleased.

you reach for your phone and begin scrolling, ignoring the chill. you had worn his favourite white lingerie set simply for the fun of it, but it didn't do much to hide you from the cold.

you're so invested in scrolling that you don't hear the apartment door open. you don't hear the deep breathing or the heavy footsteps. when your bedroom door clicks open, you glance up before looking back at your phone, only to look back at the door with wide eyes.

sunghoon stands in the doorway, breathing lowly. he's staring at you with such sharp eyes, gaze trailing the length of your body like a predator sizing up a prey.

you drop your phone and stare at him, eyes wide as he steals all the air in the room. you look like a deer caught between between a lion and a hard place, and it makes you shiver.

"hoon," you whisper. "what are you doing here?"

sunghoon smiles and it makes you squeeze your thighs together. it's dangerous, the way it curves up and reveals his fangs. his eyes are wild and his hair even more so.

slowly, he walks towards the bed and begins unbuttoning his shirt. he has yet to say anything and you can already feel your voice disappearing.

"you think you can act like a fucking brat and i won't come fuck it out of you?"

his voice is deep and it makes you want to cry. he's angry, you realize. angry, and slightly pissed off, but incredibly turned on.

trying to do some damage control, you shake your head, eyes on his pretty hands as he undoes the last few buttons of his shirt. "i'm sorry," you try. "i just missed you."

instead of responding, he shrugs off his shirt and tosses it. you eye his chest and neck and your cheeks heat up at the marks you had left behind not even two hours ago.

sunghoon says nothing as he stands at the edge of the bed and grabs your ankles, easily pulling you towards him. you squeal and grab the bedsheets, eyes wide.

he's looking down at you with purely dark eyes but then he smiles. "do you know how badly i wanted to shove my cock down your throat when you sent me all those texts?" he begins to unbutton his pants as he fits himself between your legs.

"i'm sorry."

"don't care," he grins devilishly. "you need to be taught a fucking lesson."

he pulls his pants and boxers down and steps out of them, taking his time. you can't stop staring at his hard cock as it slaps his stomach, leaking all prettily over your legs.

he doesn't say anything when he lifts your hips off the bed and pushes his cock into you, hissing as your pussy sucks him in.

you moan out his name when his thrusts quicken, slamming into you at an unforgiving pace. your blabbering and breathing heavily and he grins down at you, but there's nothing soft in it.

"you're really pretty, bunny," he says, "wearing my favourite set." his grip on your hips tighten and he leans down a bit. "but you're even prettier like this."

still fucking into you, he sets your hips back on the mattress and pushes you further on the bed, crawling between your legs.

he leans down and places a hand on either side of your head, kissing your cheek. "this is what my dumb little bunny needed, isn't it? my cock to keep you calm?"

you can't answer him, too obsessed with the feeling of his dick hitting your cervix. sunghoon smirks at the fucked out look in your eyes, his anger and frustration slowly lessening and igniting.

he feels your pussy clench around him and he waits until the last second, until your crying and legs are shaking to pull out. you wail at the loss and cling to his shoulders, a bubbling mess.

"hoon, hoon, please." you beg, tears spilling down your cheeks.

he presses a soft kiss to your lips and bites your bottom lip. "only a good bunny gets to cum. and you," he smiles, "haven't been good."

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[ectologia]

EXPRESS

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + FEMALE READER

WARNING: DUBCON/NONCON, PROFANITY, DRUNK READER, PUSSY WEDGIE, EXHIBITIONISM, PUBLIC TRAIN MASTURBATION, FOOT HUMPING, HUMILIATION

Your feet drag along the raised concrete, you can barely take a step without tipping head first into the nearest wall or inconveniently placed bin. It’s unfortunate nobody took it upon themselves to actually walk you home, you’re fucked out of your mind — who let you drink this much anyway?

The clusters of people gathered in the station only glare at your clumsy stumbling, shuffling and shifting away into themselves once they see your staggering form sway towards them.

Your requests to borrow somebody’s phone are denied or out-right ignored instantly, left clinging to the rim of the greasy bin for some kind of stability.

“Escuse m’.. Uhm.. ‘s this m’ train..”

Trimmed brows furrow at your mumbling, their eyes drifting around uncomfortably before you can finally muster up a proper sentence. “Uhm.. Yeah. That’s your train.” You nod along dumbly, following their finger as they point to the still train currently boarding.

You’re sure you’ve stepped over eight peoples toes already, but you don’t really care when all you’re focused on is not puking your guts out. A fist curls around one of the grab-handles for support, giggling and squealing like a child as the train bumps to a start. Your limp body is practically thrown onto the floor of the train, left to hug and lean on the vacant seats.

Your clouded eyes blink down at the pair of tattered, red sneakers crossed by your feet. A hoarse growl grabs your attention, tilting your chin up to squint your swivelling eyes at the hooded figure. His face is overcast with a dim shadow, what’s not concealed by his hoodie is curtained by thin, static tresses of alice blue.

The grim line that makes up his lips quirks upwards at your dopey expression and disheveled appearance. On instinct, you smile back, mistaking his fiendish smirk for something akin to friendliness you can’t help but shuffle closer on your bum, reaching your arms out to hug his leg.

Your fellow passengers grimace at the display, pivoting their heads to look out the window, clutching their belongings closer.

If you were any other dumb, drunk bitch, you’d be a pile of dust by now. But he’s had a long day, so he decides to indulge you’re intoxicated idiocy. He opens his knees, man-spreading across the fortunately empty seats either side of him, he doesn’t blame the rest of the pathetic lot on the train for not wanting to sit next to the creepy man dressed in all-black.

His foot shimmies itself in between your spread thighs, opting to have you sit on it for him. You cock your head once you feel the ridges of his shoe circle the chubby mound hidden in your panties.

“Hump it.” Shigaraki hunches, bending down to whisper into your ear.

You suck on your bottom lip, wiping your face into the denim of his jeans before propping your chin on-top of his knee, purring. Your stupid little brain clearly isn’t comprehending what he’s saying at the moment, so he helps you out. You let out a breathy giggle as the metal rings and harsh material of his sneakers grind beneath you, bumping into your hooded clit with every jerk.

You don’t understand what’s happening, but you can’t find it in yourself to stop when your hips begin to move on their own, wanting to bounce your horny cunny on some random man, in public no less.

A sizeable portion of the passengers shuffle out of the cart with disgusted frowns, while other on-lookers distract themselves with their phones or reading books, glancing at your perverted antics every so often.

Shigaraki smiles down at you, slipping his tongue out to wet his lips as he watches you hump his leg like a dog. He’s no longer moving his foot along with you, letting you fuck yourself on his dirty sneakers at your own pace. You’ve latched onto his leg now, cuddling into him while your tongue lolls out of your mouth, leaving a dark, wet patch of drool to seep onto his thigh while you’re sloppy, dribbling pussy leaves it’s own trail of fluid along his shoe.

Your ears perk at the sound of a shutter, looking up to see a shiny phone being shoved into your face. Your movements halt as you squint at the white light.

“Hey.” Shigaraki lifts his foot up, giving your puffy cunt a little kick. “Keep humping girlie.”

You’re bounced a few times before you’re able to get the ball rolling again. You continue to grind your clothed pussy down onto his shoe, shaking your ass as you desperately try to get to your orgasm.

He rasps a laugh at your fucked out expression, zooming in on your sloppy face before bending down to lift your dress up, getting a nice shot of you masturbating your horny pussy on his foot. Two fingers dip down to tug at the cotton of your panties, pulling the crotch nice and tight against your hard clit while your fat pussy lips spill out the sides. Your contorted slit is given a few harsh smacks before he sits back up.

He’s hard as a fucking rock but he doesn’t really feel like getting his massive cock out right now. Might scare the on-lookers. He lets you have your fun, cumming your little heart out while you fuck yourself on the floor. He takes a few purposeful glances at you before turning his attention back to his phone, thumbing the screen.

5 IMAGES

2 VIDEOS

TOMURA: train slut lmao

DABI: holy shit

DABI: look how wet her fucking pussy is

DABI: why’s she humping ur shit on the fucking train lmao

TOMURA: dirty twat

You’re propelled backwards onto the ground once the train stops, blinking up at Shigaraki’s tall stature as he stands, swiping at the linoleum floor with the slicked up rubber of his shoe.

You half expect him to bid you some kind of goodbye or atleast acknowledge you as he steps over your panting, crumpled form. You stare at him almost longingly as he makes his way to the exit, only pivoting his head to look back at you with a lecherous grin before dispersing into the crowd of people gathered by the doors.

Your face burns red and warm once you realise how many people on the train are staring at your wet little pussy.

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[mehidktbh]

A Little Injury

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get shot at during a mission but after seeing Soap getting injured too you decide to keep yours a secret. Until your lieutenant catches on.

Warning: Guns, violence, serious-ish injury, reader shoots someone, blood, you're in a ton of pain, swearing, crying?, reader gets shot, yelling/shouting, Ghost is a bit of a jerk but not really because he basically patches you up in the end <3

A/N: I'm so sorry if I messed anything up plot-wise mainly because I'm not too familiar with MW2 and how the military work. I only know some parts...

(I'm sorry that you don't have a cool nickname to go by, I was struggling on a name anyway)

"Motherfucker!" You yell, quickly grabbing your gun again before you pulled the trigger, (attempting) shooting the guy in front of you. Ten bullets drop at your feet as you continue to unload at the man in front of you. Stopping suddenly as your arms tremble, you reload and shoot the guy again, just to be sure. The adrenaline wears off quickly as you drop your gun in agony, groaning and gripping your leg in pain as you tried to breathe in and out slowly.

Looking up your eyes scanned the now-dead man in front of you, his body slouched over on the wall with his gun in his lap. His hand was unresponsive and lifeless, you could barely see through your squinting how you just barely missed his heart. Your mind was racing the second he shot you and you had no time to perfect it.

A loud screech came through the walkie-talkie you had strapped to your chest armour, your ears ringed and your vision blurred as you mentally cursed yourself. "Y/N come in!" You recognised John's booming and aggressive voice, "Y/N Do you copy-" "Yes, yes I copy." A relieved sigh could be heard from the other side, "Status?" You looked around you, your eyes inspected and examined the room ignoring the voice in the back of your head to state your injury.

"I'm alright, do you need me?" Gunshots could be heard from outside the building, and streets were littered with violence and war. "Soap is down, injured badly we need everyone grouped up now!" Before you could reply John left, a static screeching out from the walkie-talkie just as you let your finger go of the button. But you pulled through, giving yourself a pep talk before grabbing your gun. Aiming it before leaving, your leg getting worse with every step.

♡ ♡ ♡

Limping around the corner you were met with your task force, John, Gaz, Soap and Ghost, their heads all turning to look at you. Soap was in the backseat of one of the military cars, bandages wrapped around his arm as he smirked at you. "Took your bloody time." Ghost mumbled roughly behind his mask, watching as you laugh before opening one of the doors. "Yeah yeah"

Getting in the backseat you were squished against the window, Soap leaning on the other side while Ghost sat in the middle. John and Gaz swearing about what you guessed to be themselves or arguing over another safehouse to stay for the night. Looking out the window you tried your hardest to focus on the horrible environment rather than your arching leg, the sounds of echoing shouting only died down once you got further away.

"Fuckin' battlefield out there" Soap spat, your head turning towards him, "How'd you get injured anyway? Tripped over?" Your teasing tone only made Soap feel better, his ruff chuckling made you smile as he pointed over to Ghost sitting in between you both. "Asshole doesn't know when to move." Ghost eyed him, giving him that jokingly shit-eating look before he continued, "Always in my damn' way." Your eyes drifted between the two of them, the thick tension could be felt between the three of you.

The agony of your leg coming back to ruin the moment, you huffed in frustration as you tried to catch a quick (Sneaky) glance down at your leg. Your heavy cargo pants felt wet when your fingers glided along the fabric. Looking at your fingers more you could spot your blood sliding down them before quickly wiping it away. Unknlowly catching the attention of Ghost.

♡ ♡ ♡

"Fuck I need to take a piss," Gaz said before disappearing into the bathroom. After what seemed like hours of torture from riding in the car ignoring your leg you guys came to a stop at a dingy motel. A more suspicious owner who glared at all of you when you tried to reason with him to get a room. Only the room was not clean and had a weird vibe, looking around you spotted a small TV sitting on a stand with 2 bunkbeds facing the opposite side.

Soap seemed to already claim the bottom bed with his blood and clothes as he tried to quickly discard them to unravel his bandages. You instead took the opportunity of claiming yourself on the top bunk - even though you did want the bottom - you took your time to slowly get up the ladder, hissing under your breath when you put too much weight on your other foot.

You stare at the ceiling, the beige colour was all you could think about as you drowned out everything around you. Your mind raced with thoughts, "Am I going to die?" "It hurts so much" "No one wants to patch you up" "No one cares" The thoughts were the only thing polluting you, they screamed and shouted at you as you tugged yourself to sleep. Telling yourself it'll heal in the morning and no one will know a thing.

The noises of the TV blurred in the background, the sounds of laughing and talking could be heard from below you but you paid no attention. Slowly and painfully drifting to sleep.

♡ ♡ ♡

You sniffled, shutting the door quietly behind you as if the guys would hear you through the loud TV playing an advertisement that no one was paying attention to. Turning on the light a quiet humming filled the bathroom, the uncomfortable, plain beige wallpaper followed into the bathroom as the white tiles fell hard against your boots.

Gripping onto the cold and slippery sink you had no intention of using the bathroom only the thought of weeping silently to yourself. You could have taken some of Soap's bandages or alcohol-free wipes but your mind was only focused on getting to the bathroom you didn't have time to think.

A loud knock shook you out of your struggling state, you nervously looked towards the door before preparing yourself to act normal. "Yes?" You questioned, your happy and normal voice didn't get past Ghost as he replied. "Open up." His British accent was demanding and serious as he waited for you to open up, "Go back to bed, Ghost-" "Open this fuckin' door. Y/N." He interrupted you this time more demanding than before as he knocked more forcefully.

You opened the door after what seemed like forever to him, you were met with his usual mask and muscular body. His eyes scanned you from top to bottom, raking over your puffy eyes and left leg that was lifted off the ground. He pushed his way into the room, closing the door behind him with his foot as he signalled you to sit on the sink. You watched as he dropped the first-aid kit next to you, scavenging through it before he pulled out some cotton swobs and some alcohol-free wipes.

His eyes were met with yours as he stared deeply at you, he didn't say anything but he didn't need to. His pupils told a thousand words, like how wanted to ask you if it was okay to touch your leg, his hand hovering over your injury waiting for you to answer. And when you did he slowly pushed your cargo pants higher up your leg, giving him full access to your bare leg and bloody injury.

"Why didn't ya' tell me." He cursed at you, his fingers gently patting the cotton swab on your leg, soaking up and cleaning all the dripping and dried blood away from your leg. But you only shrugged your shoulders in response, "I can take care of myself" Your low, soft voice replied sounding determined but failed to get through Ghost as he stood between your legs.

"Clearly not." His husky voice only made you feel guilty, the long painful sensation felt sweet against his touch. "You not only failed me but the rest of the team" His stern and disappointed voice affected you, not only did you blame yourself before but now it only felt worse. "I'm-" You hissed feeling the throbbing and piercing sting of what could only be described as hell but instead it was Ghost trying his best to slowly and softly wipe the alcohol-free wipe across your injury.

"I'm sorry..." You huffed out, your gentle and drowsy voice pleaded and sounded genuine to Ghost. He hummed in reply, his clothed fingers dancing and massaging your leg, sometimes you swore he could squeeze or go higher up your thigh. His low and husky breath could be heard through the low humming of the bright bathroom light, leaning against the mirror you felt relaxed now that there was no pain.

"Don't try that shit again, you hear me?" Ghost wrapped your leg up and let go of your leg now he only stood between your man-spread legs. Arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you, "I'd hate to see you hurt again." His dreadfully quiet tone was possessive and penetrating, you swore he grinned once you smiled in return.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #mw2 ghost x reader #ghost #ghost mw2 #mw2 x reader #fanfiction #my little meow meow #simon riley #cod ghost #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you

[strawbsj]

Counting sheep’s!

Pairings: G!p Soyeon x fem reader!

Warnings: Somno!! Unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), tit job, body worship,squirting, creampie, p in v and just smut. Lmk if I missed anything!!

Request

Word count: 1k-ish (?)

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As Soyeon stepped into your shared apartment, she appeared visibly exhausted and worn out. Her arms were full of bags, and her eyes were shadowed with dark circles. Her hair was messy, which was probably due to the headphones she had been wearing all day long to record their new song. She let out a deep sigh and walked towards you, seeking comfort.

You were enjoying a peaceful nap on the couch, waiting for your girlfriend Soyeon to arrive. You had challenged yourself to stay awake, but your head had unknowingly come to rest on the arm of the couch, and your body had settled in comfortably. Before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep, counting sheep in your dreams.

As you lay there sleeping, Soyeon couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked in your oversized white shirt. The way it draped over your curves and highlighted your feminine features was truly captivating. You were enveloped by a chill breeze as you lay still. Which caused your hardened nipples to poke out. Soyeons mouth watered at the sight, how could this cute face have such a sexy body? This was a question Soyeon always asked herself. Even now your peaceful sleeping face was the complete opposite of your gorgeous form.

Soyeon's body is overwhelmed by the exhaustion of the day and she is in desperate need of some stress relief at the moment. So when she looks down and sees the visible tent under her clothing. She is quick to have an idea of how to wash off the stress of the day. The best and most effective way!

And as a person who thinks mostly with their dick, she was quick to place her warm and wet muscle on one of your nipples over your shirt. Sucking and lapping them, and the other hand was roughly massaging your other pair. Even while in deep slumber you let out the dirtiest noises. Which never failed to make Soyeons length twitch inside her pants. A loud groan fell past her lips and her hand massaged your soft mound intensely. A wet spot formed on your white shirt over your sensitive buds from her saliva.

She felt bad for using you in your sleep, even tho you have told her many times that she can have you whenever she needs to. A low sorry came from her. “I’m sorry baby” she uttered while her mouth continued sucking on your nipple like a baby.

Her erection started to hurt and as much as she loved your breasts she needs to do something for down there. Luckily, your clothing was easy to discard. Or not really, she only had to slide your shirt over your breasts. A loud husky growl spilled from her lips. The sight in front of her straight from some pornography she watches in her studio, jerking off to the thought of you. Your bare tits and cunt, welcoming her.

With seconds all of her clothes were all over the floor, her cock swallowed by your warmth. Your brows furrowed and small whimper fell from your lips. To her luck you were a deep sleeper, It would take a lot of effort to wake you up. She wanted to be careful and gentle but the way your cunt was basically eating her made her hazy and mind filled with nothing but the tight suck of your pussy.

Her hips started rocking against yours, in a fast pace. Satisfied moans coming out of her lips. The fact that you were unconscious was more alluring to her. Your body on full use for her, her cock sliding in so deeply and smoothly inside your silky walls, the room spinning around her. Using you like her own personal fleshlight.You weren’t aware of the pleasure her cock was giving you but your body damn well was. It was like you weren’t awake but your body definitely was.

Clamping against her length with every thrust, or wetness increasing with every move of her hips against yours and in no time she let out a loud moan her semen filling you up. She fucked herself through orgasm and your unconscious mind gave your juices away.

She slid herself out of you, her body now having a new type of exhaustion, a good one, one full of satisfaction. Her body against yours, exchanging body warmth. Her hot breath fanning on the shell of your ear. Not long after she went and counted the sheeps with you.

#gidle smut #soyeon smut #gidle x reader #gidle x fem reader #gidle soyeon #gidle Soyeon smut #jeon soyeon #jeon soyeon x reader #Jeon soyeon smut #gidle

[buckysgrace]

Work It Out

Challenged by @sadhours for my first ever Harringrove piece so here we goooo :)

Warnings: Handjobs, masturbation, semi public masturbation, lots of pining

Steve is bad at measuring.

The morning had been slow. The math class he sat in was even more tedious as he continued to find himself staring off towards the back of Carol’s head. He wondered if she knew about the tiny pieces of lint that had settled at the bottom of her red strands. He doubted it.

He’d already finished his assignment for the day, finding it easier to deal with numbers than anything else. He enjoyed reading, but he thought the literature discussions were dumb. Full of fake answers that people thought of to look smarter than what they actually were.

His eyes drifted about, scanning briefly over the various math posters and examples on the board until he settled over the large windows. He stared at them for a moment, longing to feel the warm sun on him once again. He hated the weather now, hated how the sun could look so hot and warm but still be cold outside. He didn’t get it. He missed his home.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a pencil tapping. He moved his eyes in that direction, taking in the messy haired boy who seemed to be deep in thought. He clearly hadn’t knocked his assignment out, as he actually looked to be struggling with it. 

He liked looking at Steve. He knew he shouldn’t, but he did. He liked tracing his eyes over Steve’s moles and soft lips. He liked his dark eyebrows, his strong nose and how he chewed on his eraser when he tried to seek the answers to whichever problem he was stuck on. 

The sunlight dipped in through the windows, lighting Steve into a golden haze that danced off of his warm skin. He was tapping his pencil against his textbook, his lips moving softly as he repeated the question over and over again. 

Billy was enamored with the way Steve’s lips moved. They were pink, curved softly and decorated with the prettiest cupid's bow he’d ever seen. Billy had an urge to trace them, to rub his finger across Steve’s lips until he tired of the feeling. He wondered if Steve would lean against him, if he’d pull him closer. He dreamt of Steve gripping his wrist and kissing each of his fingertips, his brown eyes locked onto Billy’s the whole time.

Steve paused mid tap, shook his shoulders and then quickly jerked his head in Billy’s direction. Billy snapped his head back down to his desk, narrowly avoiding the inquisitive look on Steve’s features as he rolled his tongue around in his mouth.

He pressed his fingertips together, doing his best to keep from shaking as he suddenly felt the dire need for a cigarette. He felt a warmth flowing through him, spreading from the top of his forehead down to the tips of his toes as he felt Steve’s eyes lingering for just a moment. Just a small second. Just enough to make him feel like he was losing his sanity.

Billy couldn’t help the ache that formed in his chest every time he looked at Steve, bitter and angry that he wasn’t able to control his feelings. He couldn’t understand why Steve had such an affect on him, why he was the only person that made Billy feel like he could be wanted.

He’d push him in the halls, shoving him up against walls and lockers as he passed through. If Billy got the chance, he’d tug on Steve’s hair and steal the dessert from his tray with little to no protest from the brunette. Sometimes he’d lean forward in his chair and mock him, only feeling proud when Steve would audibly sigh and roll his eyes. The days that Steve smarted back to him were his favorite. He felt like Steve actually saw him on those days.

It was hopeless. Billy knew it was, no matter how tightly he clung to his hope that he may have some sort of chance. Billy saw the girls that Steve dated, saw how he interacted with other guys on the basketball team. His eyes never lingered, never wandered or became suspicious. He wasn’t interested. He wasn’t messed up in the ways Billy was.

He’d had odd feelings before, but they had never been as strong as what they were now. He felt like he was in middle school again, like he’d just discovered what it was like to have a crush on someone. The way he acted around Steve was the same way he acted around girls when he was too young to know what his feelings meant. He knew what they meant now. It scared him. 

Steve made it hard to concentrate during games, during school; just seeing him walking in the hall made Billy’s heart seize. It was ridiculous. He hated himself for it. It only made him angrier, made him wonder where his lines had gotten crossed.

He was too tired to dip back into his conflicting thoughts on who he liked. He still liked girls, but Steve made him think that he could like men too. That he could be with someone who was who had similar parts to him. He wanted it to be okay.

“What did you get on number four?” Steve’s arm was on his desk suddenly, nearly smearing Billy’s neat handwriting as he lazily rested there. Billy stared at the moles on Steve’s arm for a moment before he found the courage to face him, his mouth suddenly dry in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

His eyes were brown, but in the sunlight they looked like warm honey. Almost golden. It reminded him of the hot sun on the beach, of how he used to just close his eyes and absorb the rays from the sun. 

“S’not any of your business,” Billy piped back, finally able to speak as he pressed his fingertips against Steve’s elbow to shove him away, “Not my fault you don’t know how to count.” He snapped back, instantly feeling his insides crush into tiny pieces at the way Steve’s expression fell. 

He watched, feeling frozen in his spot as Steve gave a shrug of his shoulders and slumped back into his seat. He kicked his long legs apart, spreading them as he brought his pencil back against his desk and began to tap again. He didn’t work on the assignment the rest of class; just avoided looking at Billy the same way that Billy was avoiding looking at him. 

Two weeks passed before Billy had his next bump in with Steve. He avoided him in the halls, in the classrooms. He acted like he didn’t exist during basketball practice. It hurt. It made him feel sick. He missed the warm way Steve smiled, how his eyes lit up when he got excited. He missed watching Steve brush his fingers through his thick hair, how he’d occasionally tug on the locks if he got too deep into his thoughts. 

“You’re doing that wrong.” Billy pointed out as he leered over Steve’s shoulder, watching the way he was incorrectly setting up his geometry problem. Billy tilted his head, sure that Steve had incorrectly measured all of his angles.

“I can count,” Steve replied through barred lips, looking irritated as he spared a glance up in Billy’s direction. Billy felt the corners of his mouth twitch, his stomach fluttering as their eyes met, “I know.” He mumbled as he turned away.

Billy watched him for a moment, expecting him to correct it as Steve kept his pencil pointed at the paper. He felt a laugh bubbling in his chest as Steve quickly dropped his palms onto his paper to hide his work away.

“I don’t think you’re doing anyone a favor there,” Billy snorted, wondering if Steve was the reason that Tommy had failed so many of his classes, “You’re supposed to use centimeters, not inches.” He reminded him, hoping that Steve may realize the error of his ways on his own. 

“Since when?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows together, then squinted his pretty brown eyes as he held the paper up to examine it. Billy paused before he settled his legs over one of the extra stools. 

“Says it right there,” Billy pointed out to the top of the paper as he straddled a stool next to Steve. He stared at the words, trying not to focus on the feeling of his knee pressed against Steve’s thigh, “You’re not labeling your units either. That’s why you got this problem wrong.” 

“Oh,” Steve drew out softly, blinking as he examined the directions again, “Right. I see that.” He mumbled as he took a hold of his pencil, twisting it around a few times between his fingers before he began to erase what he’d already worked on. 

“When you measure,” Billy began as Steve pulled his ruler up to the triangle, “You should start here. The numbers come out more accurate this way.” He explained, his fingers lightly pressing against the ruler to drag it down to the correct spot. He watched the way Steve’s fingers twitched away before their hands could meet, like he was too nervous.

“Alright, yeah, I guess,” Steve mumbled as he shook his head, “Is your mom like a teacher or something?” He grumbled but looked to be more jealous than anything, like he wished that he had something similar. Billy snorted in response, wishing that it was that easy. 

“She’s dead.” Billy said simply, unable to hide the bitterness and anger that rolled off of his tongue. She wasn’t dead. Rosemary was very much alive, he was sure of that. But to him, she was dead. 

“Oh,” Steve’s brown eyes widened, his jaw going slack as he looked at him stunned, “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know.” He spit out quickly, a flush settling over his cheeks as he seemed to be trying to dig himself out of the hole he’d just created. 

“S’fine, it’s none of your business anyways,” Billy brushed him off quickly, “That number is way too small.” He changed the subject quickly, not wanting to linger on thoughts of his mom. It was easier to point out Steve’s mistake. 

“It’s-,” Steve huffed in frustration as he erased his answer hurriedly again, “Funny you say that, considering that’s the size of your dick.” He grumbled to himself, like it was supposed to be some sort of insult. Billy stared at him for a moment, certain that he had heard the brunette wrong. 

“My dick is not that small,” Billy defended himself, “Plus, yours is even smaller than that.” He said quickly, not wanting to be stuck in some rumor over having a small dick. His was not small. 

“I do not have a small dick,” Steve huffed out, his cheeks beginning to burn, “I have a large one. Eleven inches, actually.” He replied proudly, dropping his pencil like that was the last word. Billy raised an eyebrow. 

“Your dick is not eleven inches.” He dismissed Steve as he shook his head. He hadn’t seen what Steve was packing, but he was quite confident in his answer. There was no way. 

“How would you know?” Steve challenged, “Are you peeking?” He asked quickly, looking a little horrified as he moved a hand over his junk. Billy felt his eyes widen, his heart falling to the floor in panic. 

“No,” Billy spit out quickly, “There’s just no way you were blessed like that.” He said at last, suddenly wishing that he hadn’t approached in the first place. Why did he approach? He was suddenly reminded of how annoying Steve was. 

“I’ll show you,” Steve said, then briefly paused, “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant like, I will prove to you how long my dick is. By measuring it with you.” He spit out awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal. 

“Doesn’t sound very exciting.” Billy replied dryly, though he could feel a certain jolt rushing down  his body. He mentally cursed himself, unable to believe that his body was getting excited over something so dumb. 

“Are you scared that I’m right about something?”Steve challenged, looking like he was quick to defend himself. Billy raised an eyebrow, but kept himself from retorting that he didn’t think Steve’s counting skills were all that.

“You’re on.” Billy said at last, unable to stop himself as he slowly dragged his eyes away from Steve’s amused ones and landed on his pink lips instead. He was fucked. 

They both waited until practice was over and everyone else had left. Billy felt odd sitting around in his towel so long and had hastily decided to redress himself. He already knew how big his dick was, he had nothing to prove. 

“See,” Steve proclaimed proudly, “Eleven inches.” He grinned from ear to ear, looking entirely too cocky as he held his ruler against his dick. Billy looked up at him incredulously. 

“You can’t count the balls.” He pointed out, feeling like it was a known rule to keep from measuring your balls. It didn’t count, not at all. 

“That’s part of my dick!” Steve protested, “It so does count.” He gestured back towards himself, looking a little angry as he stared at his cock. It had been awkward waiting earlier, as Steve had swore that the only right way to measure himself was by getting hard. Billy had waited on the opposite side of the lockers, sure that Steve was probably beating his dick to some old memory. 

“Here,” Billy grumbled as he yanked the ruler free from Steve’s grasp, fully lost in the need to prove him wrong, “You start here and place it here.” He directed him, his eyes slightly widening at the realization that his fingers were brushing against Steve’s dick. Steve lurched forward, a shrill whine leaving his lips at the same time. Billy gulped, feeling his own cock hardening in his pants. 

“I-,” Steve gulped, “I’m sorry, I just-,” Billy cut him off again, his body warming as he slowly wrapped his fingers around Steve’s girth. Steve gasped again, his tone shrill as he jerked his hips forward. He rutted himself against Billy’s palm for a moment, his features wrinkled in bliss. 

Billy felt his heart hammering in his chest, beating against his ribs and nearby organs as he stared down at both of their bodies. He knew it was dangerous, knew that anyone could walk in at any time. He didn’t care. He was too last in the moment, in the thrill of keeping Steve’s gaze on him. 

“What was that?” He hummed softly as he moved behind Steve, feeling his confidence grow at the whiny sounds that left Steve’s mouth. He pressed his chest against Steve’s back, soaking in the warmth from the other boy as he felt his own cock aching in his jeans. He fought the urge to rock his hips forward, to grind against Steve.

“It feels,” Steve gulped harshly as Billy tilted his head, looking at how his eyes grew hazy and his cheeks pink, “It feels good.” He groaned, his eyes flashing in desperation as he turned towards Billy again. 

“Don’t let me stop you,” Billy mumbled from against his mouth, his lips slightly dragging against Steve’s warm skin as he moved his hand from Steve’s cock and towards the other side of his hips, “Go ahead.” He urged the brunette, enjoying the soft croon that fell from Steve’s lips as he wrapped his long fingers around his leaking cock.

Billy watched in fascination, doing all that he could to keep from rubbing himself up against Steve’s soft backside as he slowly began to stroke himself in his hand. Billy dragged his fingers across Steve’s waist at the same time, enjoying the hot sensation that grew from his touch. 

“Oh,” Steve trembled against him, his pink lips pouting out into a breathless moan as he rocked his hips forward to meet the rough movements from his hand. Billy exhaled softly before he pressed his tongue against the crook of Steve’s neck, licking away his sweat as Steve once again let free a whimper, “Fuck.”

Billy felt like the room had grown far too hot, almost blistering as he found his fingers twitching against the skin near Steve’s belly button. He kept reminding himself that he was okay, that he wasn’t actually doing anything. He wouldn’t let himself, no matter how badly he wanted to. 

“You’re such a good princess,” Billy teased, watching the way Steve rapidly blinked his hazy eyes, “Such a good cock slut, aren’t you?” He felt his own desire pooling into his stomach, the lust growing deep inside of his chest. He wanted Steve, in a way he’d never wanted anyone else before. 

Steve turned towards Billy then, his brown eyes shot and filled with lust as he parted his pink lips as another moan fell from his tongue. Billy felt himself digging his fingers deeper into Steve’s flesh, enjoying the feeling of Steve’s warm breath rolling over his features. He smelt like bubblegum. 

Their noses brushed against one another’s as Steve moved his hand faster along his cock, his eyebrows furrowing together as he writhed against Billy’s touch. Billy felt his own mouth parting, nearly feeding the temptation of meshing his mouth against Steve’s. 

He flicked his tongue across his bottom lip, as if he could lick away Steve’s heavenly sounds as he pressed himself closer against Steve’s round ass. He squeezed at his flesh, anchoring himself from moving any closer as Steve continued to rut into his hand. 

“S’yeah,” Steve spit out, looking a little desperate as Billy continued to drag his fingers in the hair underneath Steve’s belly button, “I’m your cock slut.” He whined as he twisted his hand a little harder, moaning at how easily he moved his hand along the length of his cock.

Billy was sure the sounds that Steve was making would forever haunt him. He’d never hear anything as melodic, as sinful and full of want and need again. It was better than the songs that he listened to. He savored the sound in his ears, praying that he’d never forget them as his cock continued to throb in his jeans. 

“Oh, oh,” Steve grunted as he moved his hand faster, his eyebrows knitting tightly together as he cried out, “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming! Oh fuck!” He hissed entirely too loud, his whole body thrusting forward as he reached his eye.

Billy groaned, watching the thick globs of cum shoot out against the lockers. Steve painted them white as he shook, falling back against Billy’s grasp as he continued to whine and plead. His moans were nonsensical, broken apart as he tried to catch his breath. 

Billy pulled away for a moment, listening to the rough way Steve was breathing as he reached between his thighs. Steve halted, freezing as Billy scooped up a glob of cum onto his finger. Steve’s eyes were wide, shot as he watched Billy bring it up to his mouth.

Billy parted Steve’s lips slowly, utterly in awe with how Steve had such a slutty mouth. He had a craving to feel his lips against Steve’s, but he ignored it. Instead he pushed his spunk covered finger through Steve’s open lips, fighting back a groan at the way Steve instantly began to suck on it.

He watched the way Steve’s eyes darkened, how they gleamed like they awaited Billy's approval. Billy felt his air hitching in his lungs, enamored with the way Steve licked his finger clean. He allowed himself a second to savor Steve’s mouth around his finger, knowing that he’d picture Steve’s lips around his cock later.

“S’not bad,” Billy mumbled softly, unable to pull himself away as Steve seemed to creep closer to him, “You’ve got it all worked out now.” 

#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove smut #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington smut #Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove #Harringrove smut #Harringrove #Harringrove fic #is dick measuring a tag idk #dick measuring #boys will be boys

[softagenda]

devil's claw (leander)

leander x reader(neutral)

injury / hurt & comfort

originally posted on ao3

masterlist

Preview

“Where’s the fire,” you asked, surveying the empty Wick as the barkeep wiped down a mug with a ratty towel. Even in the late morning, you could usually find a group or two of hounds eating an early lunch or sleeping off a hangover in the corner booth.

“Wall Day.”

“What?”

“Once a month, the Bloodhounds perform a sweep of the monsters surrounding the city walls.” Barkeep yawned. She set the glass down and hooked the kettle with a finger. After refilling your tea, another mug appeared and she poured herself one.

You paused, staring into the murky tea as steam drifted across your nose and cheek. Most monsters lingering outside the walls were Soulless, drawn to the city by the immense, compressed aura of the souls living within. Still, there were other monsters - natural beasts of the land that sometimes wandered too far outside their natural habitat.

The armored dingonek for one. Massive reptilian lizard with venom and a nasty temper. Then the wildewolves that roamed the wastes in packs. Rumors of a naga had passed around the bar not too long ago too.

Leander’s confident, cheery smile drifted across your thoughts, before you shoved it to the back of your mind. He would be fine. You’re not worried about him. A mage of his caliber, he’d incinerate most any monster with a snap of his fingers. It’s the others you’re worried about. Most bloodhound members were human who knew their way around a weapon of some kind, but their strength lied in their numbers.

Their fearless leader did have a reckless streak, though. He’d dared to touch your cursed skin, regardless of the consequences.

“Do you know where they start? What direction they go in?”

Barkeep’s brow lifted, her gaze knowing and amused. “East. Chasing the sun.” She watched as you tossed the mug back, scalding your throat in the process, and slid a coin over the counter. “They’ll be back any minute. Not much point in joining them now.”

“Don’t have any plans today.” Not exactly true - you’d intended to grab another job out of the guild hall, possibly stop by Leander’s clinic and offer your time to grind herbs or organize his files - but this seemed more… time sensitive.

“Mmhm.” Barkeep’s smirk was just visible over the rim of the mug.

“It’s not because…”

“Sure, sure.”

Your lips pressed together, prickles of heat blooming on your cheeks. “...don’t say anything?” You slid another coin over the counter.

Without a word, she slipped the coins off the counter and into the till. Barkeep winked before striding off to the kitchens, adding that vegetable soup would be on the menu that night.

With a grumble of thanks, you slid off the stool and checked your coat, cataloging your weapons with a touch and checking your spare potion. That should be enough for a simple culling of nearby denizens. You started toward the exit when the doors of the bar were thrown open.

Three men stumbled inside, one with his arms thrown over the others. Two bloodhounds carried Leander’s weight forward, speaking under their breath with hurried tones. Your stomach dropped at the sight of him.

The massive nub of a black talon jutted out from his side, spearing through his clothes. Blood seeped from around the talon, slipping in rivulets down his thigh and falling to the floor in a trail of ruby drops. Leander’s face was twisted in pain, his eyes glowing green - using magic to halt the flow of blood to that area as much as he was able.

“The fuck are you bringing him here for?” you asked, sprinting forward, heart hammering in your chest. “He needs a doctor - take him to Kuras!”

Leander’s head jerked up at the sound of your voice. He smiled wanly, his face pale. “Finally awake? You missed out on all the fun.”

The men propped him up on a seat for a moment, hovering around him with panicked faces. “We took’m there first! The doctor wasn’t in!”

You blanched. Gritting your teeth, you shifted through your options in a panic before turning on your heel. “This way.” 

Heaving their leader between them, the hounds hurried to follow, sweat pouring down their faces. 

“What happened?” you snapped, holding the door to the back rooms as they passed through. 

“Griffin,” Leander hissed, jostled by the tight squeeze through the door. “Got the better of me.”

“Clearly.” 

He shot you a pained half-smile through the messy fringe of his hair. “Wish I’d had you to guard my back.” 

Turning to hide the flush that threatened to rise in your cheeks, you stormed down the hall ahead of their huddle and threw open the door to your rooms. Leaving it gaping into the hall, you straightened the sheets on the bed and dropped to the floor by your trunk. Kuras had given you a small medi-kit shortly after your arrival in Eridia, with a pat on the head and an earnest if soft request that you bring any serious injury to his clinic.

Boots and bodies shuffled behind you as they finally reached your door. 

“On the bed,” you ordered, tugging the kit and opening the contents onto the table by the window. 

“Can’t tell you how long I’ve hoped to hear those words from your mouth,” he sighed, then grunted as his men lowered him onto the mattress as gently as they could.

You paused as the words sunk in before shooting an incredulous look at the two hounds. “Did you give him drugs on the way?”

“Uh. No.”

Then why would he - “Oh, just delirious with pain then.”

Leander let out a thin, wispy laugh. “Just delirious.”

When you turned around, bandages and numbing agent in hand, his men avoided your gaze. “What should we do?”

“Do either of you have any experience with first aid?”

“...Not me.”

“Nor I.”

You shot Leander a pointedly flat look. His smile thinned. “Been meaning to address that sooner or later.”

“Too bad it’s apparently ‘later’ than a griffin punching a hole in your abdomen.” To the hounds, you said, “Go back to Kuras’ clinic. The moment he returns, bring him here. Anything I can do will only be a temporary fix.” 

They bolted out of the door, managing to look both uncomfortable and relieved at the same time. 

When you turned back to your would-be patient, Leander’s eyes had fallen shut, his jaw tight. Sweat poured from his temples. His skin, already pale, looked sheet white. His magic might have slowed the bleeding, but you doubted it had done anything for the actual pain of the injury. Swallowing around a dry throat, you brought the whole kit over to the bed and crawled up beside him, each movement ginger and slow to keep from jostling him.

The shirt would have to be cut away. A shame, as Leander invested in magi-armor fabric - thin and smooth as silk, but strong enough to withstand any number of perforations. Exceptionally expensive. The kind you’d acquire from a Hightown armory.

You whispered a silent apology before lifting the scissors from the kit and slowly cutting the fabric away from his skin. More chiseled muscle bared with every section you removed. Occasionally his stomach would flinch at the brush of your knuckles against him. The rest of him had survived the battle fairly unscathed. Without the fabric soaking up his blood around the wound, you could get a better look at the damage.

“Magi-armor took the worst of it, from what I can tell.” You didn’t dare tug around the wound itself, but the talon seemed to have punctured through only at the tip of the claw. Horrid, undoubtedly excruciating, but not nearly as bad as it could have been.

“Figured. Otherwise my organs would be griffin baby food by now.” Leander squinted through his lashes at you, his smile strained. 

You lifted a small bottle of dull yellow liquid. “Want this?”

He read the label through hazy eyes before a short bark of laughter rattled through his chest. “Devil’s claw. The irony.”

“You know what they say. Hair of the dog. Or in this case, claw of the griffin that hooked you.”

“No white willow?” At your grimace, he nodded. “I’ll take it.”

Scooting closer on the bed, you uncorked the bottle and brought it to his mouth. You lifted the back of his head with one hand, just enough to swallow down the potion, before letting him down again. Without thinking, your hand brushed the hair back from his face, smoothing back the sweaty fringe.

Leander’s eyes closed for that brief second, his chin tilting up like a cat, before opening once more to fix you with an inscrutable look.

You brought your hand back, flustered. Why did you do that?

Clearing your throat, you said, “I won’t even attempt to do something about that - the talon’s holding your gut in place, at least. Kuras never strays from his clinic long, so…” Help should come fast. Your gaze trailed down his body, taking in the nicks and torn fabric in places. “I could treat other things while we wait.”

“Thanks.” His voice raspy, Leander’s head lolled slightly as the concentrated devil’s claw began to take effect, soothing his pain. 

Worried he might fall asleep, you nudged him on the arm. “Nothing wrong with your head, right? Apart from the usual.”

“Ha ha,” he echoed, a true laugh slipping in and evoking an immediate wince as his torso moved. “No. Just the usual.”

With that, you began carefully pulling away pieces of fabric from his trousers, dabbing a cleansing solution on any cuts or abrasions you found. “These pants are headed for the trash.”

“You can take’m off for me, if you want.”

Your hand slipped with the edge of his thigh, nearly sending you face first into his crotch. “I’ll leave that to the fallen angel and psuedo-family figure.” Righting yourself, you perhaps dab a little too enthusiastically on the next cut below his knee.

“I deserved that.”

“Mhm.”

You smoothed a numbing salve across his injuries, pressure as delicate as you could make it in light of the pain he must be in. Occasionally a shiver would work its way through his body. You checked his forehead to make sure the devil’s claw hadn’t dropped his temperature, avoiding his gaze with your hand on his brow.

“Your bedside manner,” he started, his tongue appearing to swipe across his dry lips. “It’s good.”

“I’ve wondered what would get you to talk less. Mortal wounds. Noted.”

“I’m serious.” Leander panted shallowly, staring up at you. “...water?”

With a quick nod, you climbed gingerly off the bed and grabbed a small kettle from the top of the dresser. You cleaned it quickly and thoroughly before returning with a fresh, cool well. He turned his head and drank from the spout, small sips to keep from upsetting the wound. When a drop escaped from around his lips, the curl of your fingers automatically caught it before it could sink into his collar.

On accident, you looked up and met his gaze. Your cheeks heated.

“I should - I should go see if those hounds are back yet. Maybe they forgot which room to go to.” 

“No, wait.” Before you could vault off the bed, Leander’s hand caught yours. His skin burned, feverish and clammy. “Stay,” he asked, low and hopeful. “Please?” Silvery green eyes begged from a flushed, sweaty face, and it shouldn’t work, it shouldn’t give you terribly inappropriate thoughts given the situation, but - 

Damn it. 

“...sure you don’t want a whiskey?”

His mouth curved into a half-smile, strangely gentle and knowing. His thumb slowly stroked over the ridges of your knuckles, his callouses like cat’s tongue on your skin.

When Kuras arrived ten minutes later, his full surgeon’s bag in hand, the doctor paused just by the foot of the bed. You initially thought he was inspecting the massive talon in Leander’s abdomen, before realizing his gaze was fixed slightly beyond that: where his hand was still wrapped around you.

Leander’s wounded look at your sudden leap from the bed seemed somehow more genuine than the one he’d worn after arriving at the Wick earlier.

*

“Now that we’re alone… I have taught you how to heal such a wound.”

“Hmm.”

“Was it worth half an hour of excruciating pain?”

“Every second.”

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a/n: comments and likes are appreciated! thank you for reading!

#leander x mc #leander x reader #leander fic #touchstarved imagines #touchstarved fic #touchstarved fanfic #touchstarved leander

[sessswifey]

Fantasy-RIIZE

♡︎ 이 안톤 - 𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗲

Warnings:

Penetration K!nk,Oral Giving and Receiving, Praise K!nk,

Word count- 1014

"Night Anton" you told your boyfriend who was laying on the other side of the bed. You lay down on your side and start to drift off to sleep. As your starting to fall asleep you feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist then all you can see is a dark room filled with nothing but blackness

You had just gotten home from a long day at work. You were hoping that your boyfriend Anton would be waiting at the door for you as always. As the door opens you step though and start to take your shoes

As you walk around the house you hear a couple moans coming from you and your boyfriends shared bedroom "Mhm-nh~" you slowly tiptoe to your room. As your getting you hesitate thinking should you really go in there

❥ Your body is filled with adrenaline and you cant control your urges you walk in the room to see your boyfriend with his cock in hand breathing heavily flushed cheeks sweat on his face making his strands of hair stick to his face jerking harshly hoping for that sweet release "Anton?~" you call out in a seductive voice "Y-Y/N what are you doing here" anton says in his whisper voice as he hurrys to cover himself with the blanket "i thought you weren't home till another hour" he says blushing wishing he could disappear right now "I got off early i had called you but i guess you were busy" you say in a sarcastic tone "Need some help with that?" you say pointing to the obvious boner under the blanket "please" you hear him say in a whisper you pull off the blanket with anticipation and crawl towards your blushing boyfriend. You slowly grasp his cock and start to jerk it slowly earning a moan from him, the moan was like music to your ears are he moans more and more you start to jerk him faster "Y-Y/N" he moans loudly "you feel good baby" you smirk as the words come out your mouth after you slowly start to shove him down your throat

You make all kinds of gagging noises as you swallow him whole. "Mhm" you moan as you gag on his cock antons hand makes a way to the back of your head. Your eyes start to tear up as he pushed your head down with a groan "Fuck baby" he moans as he starts to tense up "I'm about to cum" he manages to get out in a huff of groans and moans as you take him deeper in your throat you feel a hot sticky substance hit the back of your throat "Are you ok?" He asks checking up on you "More than ok" you say biting your lip "Could you maybe.." you trail off "Return the favor?" "Yes" he's says. He takes his hand and puts it on your waist and start to kiss your neck "mhm" you reply to the movement his hand starts to move up your back while his other goes inside of your pants. You gasp at the sudden feeling. He slowly pushes his fingers in your pussy "Fuck~" you moan out in pleasure he starts to finger you faster getting harder at the sound of your mews and cries. As he is finger he takes his other hand and plays with your boob. He pulls his fingers from your pussy and unbuttons your pants. He pulls them down in a hurry and snatches your panties with them "I'm hungry" he says with a growl as he dives head first into your pussy "A-ah" you moan loudly. Anton curves his tongue on your clit making your legs shake as pleasure takes over.

You grab his head and push it down hoping to feel a better angle until you do. You gasp as you feel your orgasm coming near "Anton" You moan so loud it sounds like a scream. Anton gets up as you finish your orgasm and grabs his dick slightly jerking it before putting it in your hole. He slowly thrusts in and out making a wet slapping sound when your hips collide together. He starts to thrust harder and faster making the bed rock and hit the wall with a boom sound. "You're so good y/n" he moans as his head falls back. His hand crawls up your shirt and grabs your boob squeezing it. You tighten around him as you feel your second orgasm creeping in. Before you were even ready to prepare Anton flipped you your stomach and pounded into you with force. You turned back to see him with sweat falling downs his shiny face. Anton's hand reaches for your hair and grabs your hair and pulls it moan louder. You feel Anton is near his orgasm as his thrust start to get softer and sloppier. After 7 more thrusts he finished with a huff

"Sorry baby" he says as he watches his cum fall out of you "No problem im on the pill anyway" "ok" is all you hear him say before he goes to get rag. He comes back to wipe you with it. Once he's done he comes to bed and wraps his arms around you "good night baby"

♡︎ You wake up to hear Anton snuggling up into you snoring and he's fully clothed meaning everything that just happened was all in your head. As you turn around to face your boyfriend you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his neck. He groans as he is waking up "morning" is all he says in a deep sleepy voice "good morning baby" you say as you kiss his neck. "Have a good sleep?" he asked getting up and yawning and starts to go to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for a busy day as an idol. As he says that you get and follow him into the bathroom and stand next to him and say "very good" you reply thinking of the best dream you had last night

#riize #anton #anton lee #riize anton #riize imagines #riize smut #riize x reader #riize wonbin #riize sohee

[staycalmandhugaclone]

You'll Have to Go Through Me Pt 5

Part 5 of You'll Have to Go Through Me, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

It's come to my attention that my previous attempts at tagging through this arc were wildly unsuccessful. Here's to hoping it works this way, but, for those of you who are just learning about this arc, at least you have plenty to enjoy! (my bad, guys)

Warnings: Nightmares, guilt, reference to torture/gore, reference to murder/assassination, profanity

WC: 4,150

Waking from sedation isn’t the same as waking from sleep. There’s a long moment in which your body is awake – you can see and hear and recognize the world around you, but you aren’t really there. I felt the rumble of subtle snores vibrating against my cheek as I stared blindly toward the empty bunks across from us without granting them a moment’s thought as to why they were empty, vaguely noting how Wrecker held me tightly to his chest with his back resting against the rear wall of his bunk, that his head had tilted forward so his lips still just touched my temple.

My entire body shifted with each lazy rise and fall of his deep breaths as I listened to a distant, rhythmic hum that sounded nothing like the Marauder’s engine, and I remembered counting him through slowing his breaths, willing some trace of calm into him. That felt like months ago… maybe it had been months…

Thoughts drifted through my mind absent intent as that memory led to the first time I’d guided him through that simple exercise in the hopes of lulling him into a quiet that would let me work the tension from his muscles. I thought about those precious seconds that eased Hunter from that agony tearing through his head and the tears Echo shed in the quiet isolation of the storage room as he felt touch offered for the simple comfort it could bring void of expectation or necessity. I remembered how Tech had needed his datapad to distract himself initially, but then grew so relaxed that he managed to fall asleep in my arms. I remembered the note of surprise breaking through Crosshair’s rage as I pushed the inflammation from his injured hand, how long it had taken for him to finally begin relaxing into that gentle trance as I worked over each knuckle…

The sickening pop of wrenching those fingers from their sockets.

My chest jerked with a tiny gasp, eyes going wide as my body tensed, forcefully swallowing back the sudden rush of nausea from that wretched memory. I tried to keep myself still, reluctant to risk jarring the man behind me from his sleep even as the violent surge of panic left me shaking. He hadn’t noticed yet, unhurried breaths still dancing lazily through him.

Movements carefully mediated, I guided first one massive arm away from me, and then the other before slowly easing myself to my feet, tense sigh flowing past pursed lips upon finding no signs that Wrecker had noticed. I didn’t know how to feel upon waking in his arms, nor was I prepared yet to discuss why I’d needed such comfort at all, still mortified that, of all the members of the squad, it had been him to see the monstrous scene left in the wake of my desperation. That was something I couldn’t avoid for long, but I was eager to delay it for at least a short while more.

The ship was unnaturally still, and it didn’t take long to realize that the distant humming was ocean waves rather than the Marauder’s engines. I tread quietly toward the medbay to confirm that Echo was also gone, and dread pierced my chest. Had he been awake last night? Did he hear what I’d said? Maker, I hoped not… I didn’t want to risk him feeling even a whisper of guilt over what I’d done to save him…

Moving quickly passed Wrecker once more, I ducked into the main cabin and was surprised to note that most of the others’ armor had been left behind. Hunter and Tech had taken only their lower gear, while Echo didn’t bother even with that. Crosshair, however, took not only his full kit of armor, but his rifle as well…

Beyond the open ramp lay a blanket of tawny sand dappled beneath flickering shadows of palms dancing overhead. I could feel the ocean breeze, could taste the salt weighing down the damp air, and I wanted to let myself imagine what it might be like to be granted the freedom to enjoy the paradise awaiting me just outside the metal walls, to relish its beauty in the company of this incredible family free of impending horrors and inescapable regret that clung to every impossible step forward in this wretched war.

I wanted to hear Wrecker’s laugh and savor Hunter’s smile. I wanted to listen to the wonder in Tech’s voice as he spoke of the intricate secrets hidden beneath the waves. I wanted Echo to enjoy the warmth of the sun’s light. I wanted to watch Crosshair nap in the shade without fear of what dangers might lurk within the trees. As I began walking down that ramp, however, I knew I’d find none of those precious moments awaiting me in the deceptive beauty of this hidden land.

The crystalline sands were just hot enough to nearly burn my bare feet as I sunk a few inches in just that first step. Impatiently, I reached down to pull up the fabric about my ankles so the abrasive grit wouldn’t get trapped between the cloth and my skin but found myself wincing at the attempt to use my right hand. My jaw tensed at the memory of why that pain emphasized even subtle movements, and I forced myself to finish the task regardless, almost spiteful of the way that memory made my heart twist within my chest.

Arms wrapping around my waist, I glanced down to look over the collection of footsteps disturbing the wind-kissed grounds. While there was a clear trail leading away from the distant roar of waves, the path going slightly downhill was far more heavily traveled. Gently sloping dunes dusted with tall grasses that swayed elegantly in the winds obscured the ocean I found myself repeatedly assuming to be just over the next ridge, but it was several minutes before I saw anything beyond the picturesque landscape.

The instant we saw each other, Hunter went just as stiff as I did, wide eyes carefully studying me as though he’d come across some feral animal rather than the friend who’d held him when his headaches got bad, the squad member who’d spilt blood and tears to keep them safe, and a cruel whisper churned like poison in the back of my mind that maybe he was right to find himself so on edge around me.

He'd just crested a rather steep hill, wind lashing his hair about his face as he stared down at me, and I couldn’t help but loath the knowledge of what he was looking for, brows furrowing slightly as my hands tightened against the urge to turn and run, to flee before I could see those eyes tainted with pity or disgust from what I’d done, from what had done to me.

“Are… are you…” The words fell from his lips in an almost nervous whisper, and I found myself rebelling from the concern in his voice. I think I wanted him to be repelled by me, to justify my own self-revulsion even as I still couldn’t bring myself to regret it.

“Awake?” I offered in a mockery of the teasing lilt I once used so freely with him, and quickly looked away upon hearing how broken it sounded. “Yeah.” I added shortly. I wasn’t sure what I expected. Would we fall back into that rage-filled tension? Would he awkwardly strain for a gentleness that would never feel natural between us again? Or would he merely continue on silently as though neither of us had spoken at all?

When the hiss of falling sand voiced rushed movement before me, I looked up in surprise to find him quickly moving forward, heedless of how he stumbled and slid as the shifting ground latched around his feet with every step down the abrupt edge of the dune. There was no reservation to the urgency of his strides nor the heartbreak twisting his handsome face, and I couldn’t begin to react before his arms locked around me, wrenching me against his chest with a desperation that left me stunned.

“I’m sorry.” He pressed the strained words into my hair. “I…” A sharp breath escaped him in something too near a sob. “I’m sorry.” Finally, I remembered how to move, how to think as a relief so consuming it nearly broke me anew burst through my chest in a flurry of heat that sent tears clawing up my throat.

“It wasn’t your fault.” I whispered, tilting to press my cheek to his, lips nearly brushing against his ear. “What happened… It was a trap, Hunter. Nothing would have changed if I’d been with him from the start.” He shook his head, breath catching to voice some argument, but I didn’t wait for him to explain. Those soldiers had entered that room ready for a fight. If I’d been there, I probably would have been killed long before anyone even knew what was happening. Taking them by surprise was likely the only reason I’d been able to rescue Echo. “It wasn’t your fault.”

My hands slowly reached out, touch hesitant at first as it slipped over the nearly trembling muscles locked taut along the length of his back, his shoulders, before finally letting my fingers tangle into his hair, clinging to him with the full brunt of a need I’d forced myself to deny, that I’d buried and crushed beneath anger and fear and any other emotion that might let me hide from the agony of thinking I’d lost him forever, and he held me even tighter because of it. Still, I didn’t want him hurting beneath a guilt he didn’t deserve.

His shoulders crept forward, breath steadily losing its fleeting grasp of stability until he finally let his head fall, face nestling against my neck, and I wondered if he was listening to the too-quick beating of my heart, if he could smell the unshed tears burning my eyes. For a long while, he merely held me, and I shamelessly relished every passing second, fingers absently tracing meaningless lines atop his scalp.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you away like that.” When those hushed words fluttered over the sensitive skin just beneath my jaw, I couldn’t help but shiver as gooseflesh danced down my arms. Letting out a slow sigh, I shifted to press my lips to his brow.

“I think we both made some mistakes.” I murmured against him. “I shouldn’t have run off the instant we got to Kamino… and I shouldn’t have ignored your messages.” He let out a small scoff.

“Not like we were being very understanding of things.” He offered quietly, and a small chuckle shook through me.

“Probably should have done a better job breaking the news.” Hunter shook his head and, taking a final, deep breath, stepped back. I didn’t want to let him go, teeth quickly catching about my lip to force my arms back to my sides.

“It’s…” He glanced briefly away from me as he thought over his words. “It’s going to be hard… getting used to this.” He explained in something that almost sounded like a question, and I so nearly reached out for him all over again at the sorrow bleeding through the apology in his eyes. “But Wrecker’s right… you both deserve whatever happiness you can find.” I swallowed back the fresh surge of tears, swallowed back the words vying to be shouted from my lips telling him that he deserved that happiness, too… but that risked touching something I couldn’t let myself acknowledge, and I had to turn away from him to steel myself against the agony of forcing those thoughts into silence once more.

“Are… are Tech and Echo…” I started, both desperate for and loathing the need to offer us both some distraction.

“Yeah,” He murmured with the same resigned acceptable I felt sinking through my chest like ice. “They’re both on the beach.” He didn’t meet my eyes as he nodded over his shoulder, tongue absently slipping over his lips. “Tech’s been checking over Echo’s cybernetics practically since he woke up – hasn’t found any issues yet.” That, at least, granted me a relief I felt no need to hide, shoulders sinking in a rushed exhale.

“Good.” I breathed, but, when he offered nothing more, I couldn’t keep the note of guilt from my voice, “And…?” Still, I couldn’t bring myself to say his name, not when even that felt like it might rekindle the horrid tension between us, but Hunter didn’t hesitate.

“Cross went off on his own.” He looked past me, and I thought of the second trail that led away from the sound of crashing waves.

“‘Went off on his own’ to mope or to keep from shouting at everyone?” I asked, and my heart leapt at the earnest laugh that drew his lips into a grin.

“Might have been a bit of both.” There was a warning and an apology in those words, and I readily returned his smile with one of my own.

“Well, I’m either going to make it better or much, much worse.” I sighed. “Wish me luck.” Smirking, he reached out to let his hand trail down my hair before pulling away to let me leave.

“Hunter.” I called, freezing in my tracks after barely a handful of strides. He said nothing as I glanced back toward him, attention focused on me with that familiar attentiveness as he heard the sudden dread in my voice. “Don’t…” I started, stumbling over the effort to force myself to speak, to remember that fight and the nightmares it brought, “Don’t tell Echo…” His shoulders sank with understanding before giving a small nod, and I was so violently grateful that I didn’t have to explain what I meant. I didn’t want Echo to know what I’d done, nor how those actions had broken me, and I didn’t doubt that Hunter knew exactly why I was so eager to keep that knowledge from him.

“Thank you.” I whispered before continuing once more back toward the Marauder.

Wrecker’s snores still hummed steadily from within those metal walls as I continued past the ship deeper into the tropical forest garnishing the heart of the island. Brightly colored wings flashed between the dancing fronds, fleeing my presence with a chorus of offended cries. The air felt heavier the further I walked from the oceans, that luxurious breeze stifled by the trees, trapping the damp heat within their dancing canopy. Even the taste of salt faded beneath the oppressive humidity. This far from the beach, the sands steadily morphed into something more akin to soil, but I was still able to follow those tracks with little difficulty.

He didn’t move when I finally found him. His rifle lay forgotten at his feet, arms locked tightly across his chest as he leaned back against one of the swaying palms, body hidden by that darkened armor. Drawing a steadying breath, I stepped quietly toward him. Still, he wouldn’t look at me even as I leaned against that same tree, purposefully letting my shoulder gently bump against his.

“I’m sorry if I worried you.” I whispered, eyes turned blindly away from him. A silence hung between us, pressing me to say something more. “But I had to do it.” I continued, throat shifting uncomfortably over words I was still trying to force myself to believe. “We would have lost Echo if I hadn’t.”

“I didn’t know how to help you.” My gaze darted toward him, caught off-guard by the depth of remorse in those words he barely let himself whisper. The lower ridge of his helmet clicked against his chest plate, and I didn’t need to see him to know exactly how the muscles locked about his jaw, teeth grinding beneath the effort to force his voice steady. “You were…” His mic caught the slow breath he forced himself to release before he continued. “I had no karking idea what I was supposed to do.” His armor creaked from how tightly his hands clenched around his arms.

I wasn’t expected that. I’d half feared he was mad that Wrecker had comforted me through the night instead of him, or frustrated that I’d placed myself in such a dangerous position to save Echo… but this…

Movements hesitant, waiting for any sign of refusal, I stepped in front of him, hands tentatively reaching for his helm, but he made no effort to evade me as I gently eased it free. His brows were furrowed sharply above eyes glaring at the dirt beneath our feet. I set that delicately calibrated bucket down before reaching for him, hands whispering softly up the sharp line of his jaw as my thumbs danced lightly atop his cheeks.

“You did help me.” I murmured, but his frown only deepened. “You took care of me… You may not think that was important, but it was.” His shoulder tensed, and I could see the dismissal just pulling his lips into the beginnings of a scowl.

“Didn’t do a damn thing to keep you from breaking down last night.” He retorted, disdain dripping from every word.

“Yeah…” I breathed, that familiar guilt rekindling through my chest. “But there was nothing you could have done to stop that, Crosshair.” His scowl only deepened.

“Didn’t take Wrecker long to figure out how to help you.” That’s what I was expecting; the way he nearly snarled his brother’s name despite how clearly his anger was directed only toward himself.

“I didn’t come all the way out here looking for Wrecker.” I whispered, hands stilling against him in a silent plea, and I nearly sobbed when his eyes reluctantly met mine. I’d never seen him so full of doubt.

“I tortured him.” I whispered suddenly, and I told myself it was to break him free of the self-deprecating thoughts that tormented him, to rend myself open and reveal that raw, festering truth both as distraction and to alleviate those whispers of inferiority. This was something I hadn’t told his brothers, wouldn’t tell his brothers, and, as his attention darted fully to me, I knew he understood that.

“I broke his elbow so he couldn’t fight… and then I hit him… I hit him until he could barely speak…” My voice sounded… hollow, lips still frozen in that earlier smile though I was certain it looked wrong beneath the emptiness of my eyes. “Echo was trapped. I couldn’t get his scomp out of the terminal… He wouldn’t tell me how to get him out… so I broke his fingers… and then I shot them off.” There was an edge of horror darkening that gorgeous amber. He wasn’t horrified by what I’d done, but I wanted him to be. I wanted him to berate me for my monstrous actions so I wouldn’t be alone in my disgust, but I knew his horror was only for the way my own words ruined me.

“I broke him… and I got Echo free…” My voice dropped into a hoarse whisper, tears I’d barely noticed clawing up my throat finally slipping down my cheeks as I added, “And I killed him.”

Crosshair’s shoulders rocked beneath too-quick breaths, brows drawn together sharply enough to form a deep crease between them. My hands belatedly pulled away from him to return aimlessly to my sides.

“He’d already given up.” I whispered. “I’m a medic.” Finally, my voice broke. “I only wanted to help people.” His throat shifted stiffly, lips parting but unable to bring himself to speak. “The way he screamed…” My faltering breaths robbed those words of their clarity, but he understood, and whatever spell had held him still broke as his arms darted around me, clutching me against him for mere seconds before his hands frantically reached up to cradle my head, fingers burying themselves into my hair. His forehead pressed almost painfully against mine as he fought to steady himself before pulling back just enough to meet my gaze.

“Damn it.” The growled curse hissed through gritted teeth. “You should never have had to do that…” I stood unmoving before him, frozen by the rage in his voice despite knowing it wasn’t meant for me. “But you didn’t do a damn thing wrong!” He nearly snarled, straining to keep himself under control.

“I took an oath, Cross… and I-”

“Yeah, and I shot your damn brother, but you don’t blame me for it!” He snapped suddenly. The silence that followed forbade either of us from moving, from breathing. Neither had brought it up since that night. Whether that was because time simply hadn’t allowed it or due to some unspoken fear of what might happen if we breached that silence, I couldn’t bring myself to say, but he couldn’t take back those words regardless the regret that washed through him. They hung between us like poison; bombs waiting to see who might trigger the first explosion.

“That was different.” I listened to that vain effort to fight back the tension between us before even realizing I’d begun to speak.

“The only difference,” he argued quietly, “is that you knew why you were doing it… You knew that it would make a difference – that it would let you get Echo out of there.” That wretched darkness tainted the brilliant gold dancing through his eyes, and I wanted to sob at the sight of it. I remembered the emptiness he’d hid behind to mask the sorrow in his voice when he’d told me that it wasn’t his choice to become a sniper, that the choice was forced upon him purely due to the nature of his mutations.

“The only reason I had to pull that trigger… were orders from someone I’ve never met.” His hands fell away from me, and I had to fight to keep from reaching up in a desperate plea to keep him from pulling away.

“You’re right.” I said, almost shocked to hear the anger suddenly fueling my voice. His eyes widened in surprise before that heartbreaking resignation stole over him, as though he’d been awaiting this for days. “You had the choice to either follow that order or be chastised for failure. You had the choice to kill a soldier of the enemy army or risk whatever kriffed up punishment those damn long-necks have waiting for soldiers who refuse to thoughtlessly obey.”

Each word grew sharper, louder, emboldened with a rage all my own that he was placed into that position at all, and I was suddenly struck by the realization that we’d both been forced by circumstances beyond our control; that he was right in comparing how effortlessly I blamed myself with how adamantly I refused to blame him. That realization must have shown through in my expression because his eyes refocused intently on me.

I drew a slow, deep breath, gaze softening as I looked up at him. Without a word, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him. He paused for only a beat before returning the embrace, hands slipping lightly over my shoulders.

“Thank you.” I breathed, and his touch instantly lost all hesitation. One hand slipped up my neck to again let his fingers tangle through my hair while the other wrapped around my lower back, locking me against him, the edges of his armor pressing unapologetically into me. “I really hate your armor sometimes.” I mumbled. He was quiet for a moment longer before letting a breathy chuckle escape him, and my heart leapt at the sound as he leaned over me.

“Can’t make it that easy for you to get me undressed.” He teased, lips dancing lightly atop my forehead.

“I haven’t gotten you undressed yet.” I reminded almost petulantly, brow hitching as I shifted just enough to glance up at him. He returned my glare with a quiet smirk that sent warmth fluttering through my chest.

The shrill chime of an incoming message drew a short sigh from him, attention reluctantly falling to his comm.

“Hunter’s asking if you found me. I’m tempted to say ‘no’, but apparently, he wants me to bring you back for lunch.” He droned in feigned annoyance, and I found myself biting back the threat of laughter as he tucked the comm away without replying. “Come on.” He muttered, stepping away to grab his rifle and helmet before looping his arm around my waist. “If we wait too long, he’ll come hunt us down himself.”

“Cross?” I called hesitantly after we’d begun walking back. His gaze shifted toward me, but I didn’t turn from the path stretching out before us. “Don’t tell Echo what I did.” I whispered the plea before glancing only briefly at him. His thumb brushed against my hip, fingers tightening so gently around me, I almost missed the comforting gesture as he continued forward in silence, but I didn’t doubt he understood.

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Office Most-Eligible

Daniel Sousa x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 20 Prompt: "This better be good."

Summary: When Jack ropes Daniel into eavesdropping on the telephone ladies' breakroom, they both might hear a lot more than they'd bargained for.

Word Count: 2,387

Category: Fluff, Humor

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Daniel's POV

I sighed as I shuffled the papers in my hands, mentally running through the million things I had to do today. Peggy, Jack, and I had managed to stop Leviathan from leveling New York City and destroying Howard Stark, but that didn't mean the last six months since then had been any more relaxed. If anything, it had gotten busier than ever before.

There had even been talk of opening another branch of the agency in LA, which was a whole other insane possibility fluttering around in my mind. It was enough to distract me to the point that I didn't notice Thompson, half-hidden by the entryway to the agency, until I ran into him.

"Thompson? What the hell are you-?"

"Sh!"

He raised his finger to his lips and glared at me. I glared back.

"Why are you-"

"Sousa! Shut up and listen," he hissed, jerking his head towards a grate in the wall. I frowned and made a demanding "what?" gesture, but he just nodded towards the grate again. I sighed, so long-suffering it wasn't even funny, but shuffled closer.

"This better be good," I grumbled. Jack just waved his hand at me.

Through the grate, I could hear voices talking and giggling loudly. It sounded like all the ladies who sat outside the entrance to the agency, guarding the door and keeping up the front that this was a phone company, talking together like they were in the break room. I paused, curious enough to entertain Thompson's nonsense for another ten seconds.

"-saying is, there's a definite ranking of all the guys in this office. And yours ain't it."

The girls dissolved into another fit of giggles, and I scowled. I grabbed Thompson's arm and yanked him away from the grate, out of earshot.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded, keeping my voice low just in case. "You're eavesdropping on coworkers in their breakroom? Instead of working? You're the Chief!"

"I don't know if you caught it, Sousa, but they're talking about us. Specifically which one of us they'd most want to date. I'd call that research and intelligence work for future opportunities."

Jack gave me a smirk as he drifted back towards the vent. I scowled and followed to drag him away and make him do his damned job, but froze when I heard the ladies welcoming our newest addition to the agency, the second female agent in SSR history. She'd been here a little over five months, had become instant best friends with Peggy Carter, and had me head over heels within a week of knowing her.

And apparently she'd just walked into the breakroom.

Jack gave me a knowing smirk and raised an eyebrow, and I glared right back. But I couldn't quite manage to drag myself away either, no matter how much my brain told me I should.

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Y/N's POV

"You came at the perfect time!"

I pulled a snack out of the fridge and looked suspiciously at Mary, one of the switch operators who worked outside the SSR. In the short time I'd been here, I'd gotten to know her and Rose pretty well, since they mostly alternated shifts for our main door guard. Rose and I had quickly bonded over our mutual feminism and desire for independence; Mary and I had bonded through being troublemakers, and I had a feeling I was about to see some more of that.

"Why?" I asked, drifting halfway to the door now that I had secured my snack. Mary smiled.

"We were just talking about the boys in the office. We have a few different opinions about who would make the best boyfriends and husbands, and since you know them all so well... I mean, I can't think of anyone else with a better reason to chime in."

I scoffed. "Nice try Mary, but no way am I engaging in this conversation. See you all later!"

The rest of the women in the room booed playfully, but I didn't turn around as I reached the door. Mary, however, knew me well enough to figure out how to stop me in my tracks.

"Well, I guess that means Jack Thompson is the definitive winner!"

I narrowed my eyes and stared at the door in front of me, hand on the half-turned doorknob. I'd come so close to avoiding this nonsense, and it still wasn't too late for me to take the exit. I scowled and scrunched my nose, then turned around to squint at all my coworkers looking back at me.

"Be completely honest, I'll be able to tell if you're lying," I started, still only half-turned away from the door. "How many of you would put Jack Thompson at the top of your 'SSR's Most Eligible Bachelor' list?"

A few hands shot into the air, followed by a few more tentative hands that must've heard the disgust in my tone. All in all, about half the room had their hands up for him. I sighed, long and heavy.

"And the other runners up were...?"

A few people called out names of other men in the office, most of whom were barely better (or definitely worse) than Jack. I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head.

"You all have terrible taste in men."

Half the room, Mary included, started laughing, and the other half looked offended. I shook my head and turned to leave again, but Mary stopped me again before I could go.

"Who would you choose then, if not Thompson? You can't criticize our taste without giving us some insight into your process."

Her grin stretched across her entire face as she stared at me, waiting for me to take the bait. Her hand had been the first in the air for Thompson, but I could tell she genuinely wanted to debate me more than she wanted to defend him.

I sighed.

"Fine. But I'm going to make this quick and then I'm gonna go do my job, because I have a ton of stuff to do today," I said, finally stepping away from the door to stand in the middle of the room. Everyone stared at me, leaning forward in their seats a little, Mary most of all. "...I can't believe I'm about to engage in this."

Mary scoffed and I rolled my eyes, but then took a deep breath and dove in. What the hell, right?

"Okay, first of all, let me clarify: I can understand, from a surface level, why you might pick Thompson. He's handsome, and if you didn't spend much time with him, I can see why you'd think he might make a good partner. Honestly, in the five months I've known him, I've even seen a few glimmers of hope that there might be a heart of gold underneath all that arrogance, posturing, and chauvinism. However. In terms of best guy in the office to have as a partner? He does not even come close to touching Daniel Sousa."

A few people raised their eyebrows, half leaning forward and half leaning back and crossing their arms. I ignored them all (especially Mary, who beamed at me), and continued.

"Listen. Sousa is... kind of ridiculously attractive. He's handsome, with the warmest brown eyes you've ever seen in your entire life... and he's super strong. I've seen him one-handed lift a bunch of different things the other agents struggled with using their whole bodies. He looks incredible in a sweater vest, to say nothing of suits and non-sweater vest clothes."

I saw considering nods around the room as people took in my words. I paused and took a deep breath, then continued.

"More than all of that, though... Daniel is kind. He's strong in his morals and his character, not just physically. He's got a great sense of humor, and his jokes don't rest on being a mean, close-minded jackass. And, above anything else, he respects me. He respects Peggy. He treats us as equals. I don't know about you guys, but... that means everything to me. And finding a man who's kind, smart, strong, handsome, and will treat me as an equal partner? Come on. Daniel's got it all."

I hadn't been paying a lot of attention to the expressions of everyone else around the room while I was talking, but now I focused back in to see the majority looking thoughtful. I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious, and started backing towards the door.

"Uh, anyway... long way of saying I'd put Daniel at the top of my list."

Mary grinned at me as I continued heading for the door, then pushed out of her chair and called out to the whole room.

"Hear that? Sousa's off limits, these two are going to be dating in the next month if we have anything to say about it."

"MARY!"

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Daniel's POV

Jack and I stood in the hallway, stunned into silence as we stared into space. My brain had been telling me to stop listening a while ago, but I'd been shocked enough that my body had refused to listen. Now, my heart was telling me I was on the verge of a cardiac arrest.

"You go get him, girl!" Mary's voice continued through the vents. Then, with determination and glee dripping from her words, "I'm staying after Thompson. I'm gonna fix him."

I heard some light-hearted laughter, and then a door shutting. In a few seconds, the girl who'd just poured her heart out to me without realizing it would be coming into the office, a few feet from Jack and I's stupid hiding place.

"You look like you're about to puke," said Jack, a beaming grin on his face. I scowled.

"Why don't you? You just got called a couple pretty bad things."

"What? Like 'attractive'? All I was hearing were positives." He grinned at me, then sobered slightly before slapping me on the shoulder and taking a few steps away. "Don't psych yourself out on this one though, Sousa. She's a catch, and she's clearly in love with you. If you don't take a shot, I might have to."

I scoffed and shook my head. I knew Jack didn't really mean that; it was his own, terrible way of trying to be supportive.

I sighed and tried to brace myself as I walked over to the entrance to the SSR. Thompson was wrong about many, many, many things, but he was right about this: I needed to take my shot.

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Y/N's POV

"Holy- Daniel!" I nearly dropped the snack I'd taken a detour to retrieve as I cleared the SSR doors and came face to face with Daniel, especially since I'd just poured my heart out about him to a bunch of our coworkers. "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Uh... sorry," he said, shifting his weight around a little and running a hand through his hair. He looked almost as comfortable as I felt.

"Is, uh, is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Well, sort of. I just..." He cleared his throat, then jerked his eyes away from the floor and the wall to meet mine. "I need to tell you something, and then I need to ask you something."

"...Okay?"

"First, I... I heard what you said in the breakroom. About me. And about Jack, which was fun too, but... It feels important that you know I heard the stuff you said about me."

My heart stopped in my chest, and I blinked a few times as black spots danced at the very edges of my vision. I was going to kill Mary.

"Uh..."

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry," he said, holding up a hand. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just... I let Thompson suck me into something I should've known better about. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Daniel," I said, a little breathless as my legs finally started working to move me past him. I could not deal with this a second longer. "Don't worry about it, I'll... I have to go-"

"Wait!" he cried. He put one hand on my arm to stop me, then quickly dropped it when I turned back to look at him. I watched him take a deep breath, my heart hammering a thousand times even though it only took a few seconds, then he continued. "Look, I know I might've lost a few points in your book for the eavesdropping, which is fair, but... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't head over heels for you too. Have been since the first few days you got to the agency. You're smart and strong and funny and... God, listen to me."

He looked down and shook his head, and I noticed a slight blush rising up his neck and cheeks. Slowly, my heart dropped back to a normal rhythm, and I started to smile.

"Okay, what I'm trying to say is... I feel the same way about you that you do about me," he said, finally looking up at me again. "And if you'd still be interested... I'd love to take you out to dinner sometime."

I beamed at him, unable to stop the smile completely overtaking my face. I looked down, and when I looked up again, Daniel's stare was still on me, a smile hopefully flickering in and out of place.

"Daniel, I'd love that," I finally said.

"You would?"

"Yeah. I really, really like you, eavesdropping and all."

He huffed a laugh, the shaky smile turning into full-on beaming.

"Great! How's tomorrow night sound?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Good. I'll pick you up at eight." He started to back away, so both of us could get to the mountain of work we had to tackle at some point today, then stopped. "If that works for you, that is?"

I smiled. "That absolutely works for me."

"Alright, great! I'll see you then. And, uh, around the office, I guess."

"I'll see you around the office."

We shared another set of dorky, ridiculous smiles as we backed away from each other, going to do our separate tasks for at least part of the day. Thank God Thompson wasn't around to see either of us.

At some point, he and the rest of our coworkers would probably catch on to the two of us dating, unless the first date somehow went so horribly there wasn't a second. But I'd meant every word I'd said to the rest of our coworkers about Daniel. And if a little eavesdropping had led to him asking me out, I couldn't bring myself to be too upset about any of it.

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Mama: Chapter Two

A/N: Another Repost, looks like I'll be able to upload once a day (if I get my break)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Angst

Words: 676

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

After a while of humming and the gentle movement of the plane, Lillith drifted off into slumberland again. I had no idea how she could do it-it took me forever to fall asleep. And even then, it was even harder to properly fall asleep and not get jerked away by a laundry machine or any small noise my old apartment had made. 

I just held her and rested my head against the wall, resting. Today was a bit tiring. I never get good sleep anymore, not with her to worry about, and my nightmares and the hypervigilance that had never turned off once I joined my first firefight in the US Marines when I was twenty. 

So young still, yet so old. 

I closed my eyes only to be jerked awake again when I saw images of her on the floor again. It wasn’t even two minutes since I closed my eyes, yet in that time my breath rate had picked up. Lillith was stirring on my chest, and I gently slid her off and onto the floor next to me, using my backpack as a pillow for her. I readjusted my leather jacket and brought my knees to my chest. 

I leaned my chin against them, trying not to fall asleep. I studied the people around me until my eyes were blurry. I was so tired. I only slept a few hours last night, less the night before. I groaned and put my head in my arms, resting them on my knees. I tried to think of anything else besides her lying on the floor, covered in blood. 

I was expecting tears to fall, as they usually did along with sobs. I hated crying in front of people-Hydra had told me over and over and over and over again that emotions are a weakness. 

Instead of the usual sadness and sobs that hurt my diaphragm, I was met with anger. Anger. That’s the main emotion I felt when I walked into camp that day. Anger. The bodies of my team-my family- lay strewn around the room like some fucking halloween decor in the middle of April. It wasn’ until I reached our shared quarters did I realize that they got to you. 

“We need to stop to refuel at the next base. We’ll be landing in five minutes, and wheels will be up in ten after that.” spoke one of the pilots. 

I brought my head out of my arms and looked to Lilith, who was sleeping so peacefully. 

How could I, a monster of rage, bring this life into the world? I am anger, so much anger…

I looked to Clint, who was watching me with a worried expression. 

I felt the quinjet start to descend, and I got up off the floor. 

“Can you watch her please?” I asked him. He nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but I walked to the back of the plane just as it landed. The bay doors opened and I walked off, trying to find the nearest restroom. 

After getting directions from one of the agents refueling the jet, I walked towards it. I noticed a certain red-head following me. I quickened my pace and kept going. 

As soon as I got in the bathroom, I closed the door and locked it. I went to the sink, splashing cold water on my face. I looked up at myself, the water dripping off my face and before I knew it, my fist was through the mirror. 

I gasped, and took my hand away, watching some shards fall into the sink. I shook my head, and put my face in my hands and repeated over, and over, and over, and over

“She’s gone. She’s gone. She’s gone.” 

I pulled my hands away and took several deep breaths, reminding myself that my daughter needed me. She needed a mother. 

I opened the door and walked back to the quinjet, oblivious to the fact that Natasha had heard the entirety of what had happened, and had seen the aftermath. 

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As for the ghost crew, I’d only request something platonic as I adore their found family relationship and couldn’t view them as anything else. I particularly love Kanan and Hera as parental figures as they are so sweet!

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐓!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a simple day on the ghost goes awry as chores are assigned, and the age old law of Not It is enacted.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ghost crew x gn!reader

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: food,

𝐚/𝐧: i had a lot of fun with this! the part two to the ezra fic might take a min, but its in the drafts! 💙

You pressed on the stitch in your side, lips split into a smile, and whipped around the corner. Ezra’s orange jumpsuit disappeared as the door to the common slid shut behind him. The pang of your footfalls across the durasteel floor resounded off the walls.

Not waiting for the door to part entirely, the second it cracked open you slinked through and scanned the room, finding not a flash of dark hair or orange clothes in sight. Only Sabine sat slouched at the corner booth, already rolling her eyes as she propped her chin on her palm.

“Where—”

“Sorry,” she cut in, sly grin sliding onto her face. “I’m no snitch.”

Some choice words crossed your mind, your lips pulled into a purse frown. You were on the verge of letting one or two fly in hopes of swaying her when you caught her eyes darting to the left. She shot you a cheeky smile as your gaze drifted to where three crates were crowded in the corner, creating a little hiding spot in the middle of them.

“Come on,” you complained, making your way over to the crates. “Just a hint?”

“Nope,” she said, popping the p.

“You’re no fun.” You leered over the gap in the crates, wicked grin wide on your face, and planted two hands on a crate to launch yourself over Ezra’s hiding place. “RAH!”

Ezra jerked backed and hit his head on the metal, grunting as he held his head in his hands. He let out a huff and glared up at you. “Sabine!”

She raised her hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t say anything!”

You snickered behind your hand as he stood and jumped out from between the crates, folding his arms over his chest. “This game is stupid,” he quickly informed you.

Laughing behind your hand, you plopped down beside Sabine, leaning back. “Someone’s a sore loser.”

He rolled his eyes and trudged toward the cabinet, aggressively grabbing some waffles and going to sit across from you. You settled down, catching your breath, and felt content with relaxing the rest of the day. You'd hardly had nay breathing room with everything going on, and a free day was definitely in order.

A moment later the doors opened again, yet when you looked up, there was no one there—until you lowered your gaze. Chopper rolled in, beeping his droid language you had yet to master.

Unsure what he was saying, you turned to Sabine. “Translation?”

She listened before letting out a groan. “Someone’s gotta clean refresher. Hera’s orders.”

So much for a free day.

Instantly, the tension rose, and your eyes locked with Sabine’s. A secret message passed between you as the pair of you tapped your finger out your nose, eyes darting to Ezra. 

“Not it,” you and Sabine cried in unison.

Ezra sputtered, gaping as he made excuses left and right, when suddenly the door opened again and in walked Zeb. You smacked the table erratically. “Quick!”

In a flash Ezra was tapping his nose too, and the three of you shifted to stare at the Lasat. He paused in the doorway, glancing between all of you warily. “What…”

You all practically yelled, “Not it!”

Zeb blinked, brows drawn as he assessed the situation. “What…?”

Chopper chirped a reply, and though you couldn’t understand, the way Zeb’s face scrunched up was enough said. “I’m not cleanin’ the refresher.”

“You must respect the law of Not It,” Ezra deadpanned.

“It’s very rude to dishonor it,” you added with a firm nod. Sabine stifled a snicker behind her hand.

Zeb growled lowly, snapping, “I did it last time! I’m not doing it again!”

“And anger the gods of Not It?” You shook your head and frowned sorrowfully. “We will mourn when you’re gone.”

“I’m not doing your stupid game!”

Whilst Zeb fumed and the three of you did your best to hold back a laugh, in walked Hera, confused, with Kanan right behind her. 

Hera was on the verge of asking what they were shouting about, but she caught herself as she took in the finger tapped to each of your noses. Forcing back a grin, Hera elbowed Kanan and swiftly pressed her fingertip to her green nose, watching Zeb grow incredulous as Kanan did the same.

She shrugged. “Not it.”

“I—What? C’mon, Hera,” Zeb nearly whined, shoulders slumped forward. “Kanan?”

“Sorry,” quipped the Jedi. “I don’t make the rules.”

Turning his wide stare around the room again, Zeb grumbled a swift “karabast” and swept out of the room. You bit her lip to hold back a laugh, locking eyes with a smirking Sabine. 

“Don’t look so smug,” Hera snipped, wiping the smiles off all your faces. “You all are helping him.”

Immediately, the three of you were set off whining, still tapping your noses like idiots. Hera shook her head and went to get a glass of water. “Sorry. Captain over rules the almighty Not It.”

You slumped back into your seat and ran a hand over your face, Sabine and Ezra huffing at your sides. Moments after Hera left the room, Zeb’s voice echoed back down the hall, “Ha! Wait, I’m still doin’ it?”

Safe to say, all your evenings were ruined by the daunting task of refresher duty. You only hoped with the lot of you doing it, the job would be done fast. Or, at the very least, you’d get the least gross chore.

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Eventuality Pt.6

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Captain Price hadn’t taken me out on a mission since then. He either thought it was too risky, or that I was the risk. Hardly twenty hours passed since I woke before pulled me into his office and chastised me, reminding me of my real role here; and he was right. I was here to help, yet all I’d really accomplished was endanger everyone else that night. Something he said then stuck with me for the rest of the week.

‘Your father would never have let that happen.’

Half-way across the world from where I saw him for the last time, and yet I could never escape his ghost. His eternal legacy followed me everywhere, and I stood inferior in his wake. I cried that night too, for the first time in a long time alone in an empty room. Tears of frustration over my own idiotic fuckeups. I compromised the safety of the same people I took an oath to protect.

My heart ached to reach out for comfort, but Konig had been sent out on another recon mission days prior. Price found some kind of technology on our target from before, and it alerted them to a second location. I was practically lowest on the totem pole, so any relevant information anyone might have had regarding the captain and the other KORTAC men, were no more than rumors drifting around the empty base by the few soldiers that remained. The sandy dunes felt even more barren with so many gone. I hadn’t interacted with anyone outside of my work, so by the end of my shift I returned to my equally as barren room- loathing the lonely simplicity.

I tossed my jacket onto the steel desk welded to the wall, door swinging shut behind me. Just as it clicked a paper slid from out my breast pocket. I watched in silence as it floated to the floor face down. It settled on the hard ground, a starch white sheet collected with the dust. I stared at it there, kicked my boots from my feet and eventually turned to enter the bathroom. So the photo stayed there, another three days. Everyday I came back, or passed it when I woke, I thought about picking it up. Binding it tight within my jacket again.

But it was too heavy.

Price’s group returned eventually, the mission went smoothly from what I heard echoed in the halls. No hiccups, save for some typical scrapes and scratches I offered to help clean up.

I was in the infirmary when Soap crashed through my doors yelling.

“Right where I left ya!” He was loud, and I could tell even from my distance that he had too much to drink. His breath stunk of whiskey, or scotch. I couldn’t tell. That stupid smile plastered over his blotched face. “It’s like you haven’t even moved,” he laughed out, hand smacked flat against my desk when he approached. Besides his thickening accent, his movements were smooth and slow and I knew he was drunk off his ass, a displeased look was probably evident on my face. I said nothing.

“Come’on Mack~” He purred, pulling me up from my seat by my bicep. “Am going out on the randan! eh.. night troops, och!” His toe stubbed the edge of a cot, and the movement jerked me towards him suddenly.

We fell back onto the cot, but I caught myself on my arms extended above him. He flailed lazily underneath me, laughing, “Oops.” He shrugged out, and a hand rested on my hip. I scoffed and made a move to push off him, but the hand at the top of my jeans tightened and pulled me that much closer to his hard and toned body.

“Oi where you off to Bonnie lass..” He cooed and I shoved his hand off me, a noise scratched at the doorway behind us. I turned my head to look, but Soap replaced his hand over the small of my back and tugged, pulling me down on top of him harshly. His other free arm reached out and tugged the curtain that hung from the wall around us with a loud ‘shhhuck’. He laughed again and shouted out, “A bit of privacy here, eh mate?”

My brows raised, someone was at the door. I scrambled to my feet, and Soap let me go this time- his fun over. I swung the curtain back and the chain scratched against its railing. Konig hovered in the doorway and my stomach dropped. We made eye contact only briefly before he curtly turned to leave. His body disappeared down the hallway and I moved to chase him.

“Konig!” I shouted, adjusting my shirt and rushing after him. The length of his legs let him reach the end of the hallway before I was even out of the door. He made a sharp turn right and continued his way out of the main building. “K-Konig!” I shouted again, following him out.

The entrance doors slammed shut behind me, the cold and brisk air pricked at my skin, drawing away all the heat my body provided me. It pulled my emotions up angrily, and I skirted to a stop, “Konig! Stop, please.” I practically begged out into the pitch black night.

He did, a few feet in front of me, a cloth mask shadowing his face making it appear even more dark and distant than normal. I huffed when he stopped moving, back towards me. I approached him slowly, until I was but an arms distance from his front. His head turned off to the side and he avoided looking down at me. His eyes were cloaked in the dark, two holes mirrored the empty pit in my stomach.

“You didn’t tell me you were back.” I spoke softly, searching for every slight movement he didn’t make. Standing as still as usual, as if any moment he would turn into stone and never have to face me. Was he embarrassed about what happened between us before? Was it a lapse in judgment at the time for him? Adrenaline running, looking for any kind of release.

I cleared my throat when he didn’t respond. “Uhm, nothing happened with Soap just then..” I cast my eyes down at our boots. I wondered if he wore them when he was out of uniform too.

“He’s,” I faltered, “He’s just drunk, all the guys got back and talked about a liquor stash and-“ I stopped myself from rambling. I glanced up at Konig again, his face had turned slightly towards me, watching me talk but his eyes were still dark and unreadable. I licked at my chapped lips, the cold desert doing me no favors.

“Konig,” I whispered out for the upteenth time, leaning closer to him. “Please, talk to me.”

The door behind us slammed open again, and I was quickly pulled around the corner of the building, Konig’s hands either side of my face. He huffed angrily above me, watching the small drunk crowd that stumbled their way over the courtyard. My breath caught in my throat when his eyes met mine, after the wasted soldiers faded from view. For the first time in weeks I saw the steel blue of his eyes again. I greedily drank the sight of him in, hunched low over me so that I could meet his gaze without having to crane my head up too far. His large body encompassed mine completely. I must’ve been just an afterthought when God made him, a boulder- no, an entire cliff face made from the purest carved stone, and I was just a speck in the sea that sat below him. Dreaming all my life that I could see over the top of his enormity.

Those eyes bore through mine, and I itched to touch him again. He was so close. I reached a shaky hand up to where the warmth radiated out of his chest. His gloved hand caught my wrist before it could touch him, but his heat burned through the dense cloth anyway, warming up all the goosebumps that shivered their way up my arm.

Frustration coursed through my blood, “What the hell is wrong with you!” I shouted more than asked. “You were practically begging for my touch a week ago, and now you can’t even look at me.”

“I waited,” I continued, words spilling as my patience faded, “Since you left me in that cot, Konig, I waited for you for so long.” Tears brimmed the corner of my eyes, and I blinked them away angrily. “You’ve been back for how many days now and you didn’t even bother to come see me.” I tugged at my wrist, attempting to pull it away from his hold, but he didn’t budge even in the slightest. Soaking up my words. I huffed again and threw my head up at the sky.

“Nothing even happened with Soap, you just have shitty timi-“

His lips were on mine.

Warm, wet, desperate lips smothering mine. I kissed him back without hesitation, arms pulling his neck down, a frantic attempt to pull him closer to me. We made out half-hazardously like this until my lips burned and his tongue grew scorching hot. Both of his giant arms caged my body against his, chest to chest until the outside was no longer cold. I could feel the beat of his heart as it pounded into my own rib cage, syncing with the rapid beating of my own. He’d thrown his mask down, I saw it over his bicep on the dirty ground. The scruff of his hair scratched my cheek when he buried his face in my neck. He didn’t have a balaclava on like usual, and if it was possible, my heart thumped faster. Not even when I helped patch him up that first day had I seen his face, yet here he was. Completely exposed to only me and the night sky.

He started to pull back and I squeezed my eyes shut. He puffed a laugh out into the air when he retreated from me, arms still wrapped tight around my center. The only noise that he let fill the air for what felt like forever and I swooned. The melodic noise coaxing my eyes open. The moon was nowhere to be found in the night sky, and the floodlights did nothing from round the corner. The only distinct features I could see were those bright steel eyes, and the tip of his strong hooked nose. He stood up tall and straight and I creened my neck up to remain close to him.

“Maus..” He whispered into the air between us, like it was a breath, barely audible. But all of my senses were focused into him, and I ached to share the same space as him. His thumb came up to wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes. Gentle and slowly he pulled me from him to look me over head to toe. I let him do his little examination. His hands hovered over the side of my temple, only a slight pain remained.

“I’m fine, Konig.”

“Say it again.” He spoke after me, immediately.

I paused, “What?”

He tipped his head to the side and I swooned.

“My name.”

“Konig.” I said slowly, letting each syllable form whole in my mouth.

His lips were on mine again, considerably more gentle and light then before. Every bit of him threw me for a spiral. He wanted me, he didn’t, he ‘couldn’t stay away from me’ but then made me chase after him. My head spun, but I had no choice other than play his game and go at whatever page he set. I was ready for this, I craved all my life for someone’s love and attention, and I wouldn’t deny him his if he asked for it.

His body pressed me tight against the cold wall, pinned between his furnace-hot warmth and the bite of the cold stone made my bones shiver. I let my hand slide from the back of his neck to his lower stomach and he groaned, deep and guttural. It made my insides twitch. He placed a large hand flat over mine when it lowered, cupping his rapid growing hardness with both our hands and forcing mine still.

“I’m sorry,” he bit out embarrassed.

“What for?” I asked, he twitched under me at the sound of my voice. I bit back a smile.

He sighed out heavily, and it sounded more like a whine then anything. His fingers held my hand still and he breathed out heavy, forehead returning to my shoulder.

“I can’t,” He bit back, “I can’t control it around you.”

His voice shaky and innocent, it took everything in me to not moan out loud right there. Here this giant hunk of a man stood, twelve times the size of any average Joe, and quivered under my touch. I clenched my palm closed around him and another breathy huff escaped him. He shook his head in my neck, pressing soft kisses and whispers there.

His hands fisted into my sides and his voice was strained as he spoke, “Maus, wait.” He pulled his hips back, forcing my hand to drop from the length of him. “I want to do it properly, you deserve-

“Babe,” I interrupted, and he stilled at the use of the name, I used his hesitation to grab at his belt and tug his to me. The bulge in his pants stuck rough against the center of my stomach, just below my belly button.

“Are you able to calm down then?” I questioned, eyeing the comically obvious thing below us. I didn’t get to look at him when we fooled around before, but even through his pants he looked massive. Like every other part of him, and with what I remembered- my hands tingled.

He shook his head, “You smell good, my little Maus. You surround me.” My face heated up when he spoke. He talked like this sometimes, as if it was a normal thing to say and it ruined any composure I thought I had.

I dropped to my knees and unzipped his tan cargo pants in a swift movement, palming him through his boxers.

“Scheiße! What are you doing?” He yelped, hands reaching to the pits of my arms in an attempt to pull me up. I wiggled out of his grasp and centered his hips in front of me. “M-Mau-

“Shut up Konig.” I mumbled, bringing my face close to his pelvis, planting gentle kisses against his clothed length. “We have to get you calmed down somehow, right?”

He choked back a moan and settled both of his hands palm flat against the wall behind me, still hunched over.

With an new invigorated courage I pulled the waistband of his boxers down, and his hardness sprung out into the cold air- glistening with wetness, a glob of pre dripped down from the tip of his slit and I tapped at it with the pad of my finger, then placing it flat on my tongue. Konig made a noise in his throat above me, and bent forward even more, leaning the most of his weight over his forearms on the wall. He was swollen and shaking, cock an angry dark color.

I wrapped my hand around his base, stroking upwards once. The statue above me tensed, and I could see his abdomen quake in direct line of my sight. I didn’t bother to look up at him, knowing the moment I did I’d loose all confidence.

Sticking my tongue out I let the head of him fall against the muscle, he was salty and hollow. He tasted like sweat, and more pre-weaped from him so much that I thought for a second he finished just then. There was a sharp inhale from above me as I wrapped my mouth closed around his tip. His hips recoiled slightly, and I followed his movement back, taking more of him in my mouth.

“S-so warm.” He whispered out, hand finding the top of my shoulder to slow how much I pushed into him. “Scheisse.. so so so warm.” He muttered curses in German over and over again, egging me to pull more of those noises from needy form. His thumb caressed up the bottom of my jaw, rubbing at where it stretched open wide. I could feel the heat of his gaze as he stared down at me, but I let my eyes close instead focusing on opening up my throat to let the entire thickness of him in.

There was another groan either he or I made when the tip of his dick touched at the back of my throat. I choked over his girth and my eyes glossed over behind their lids. He pulled almost all the way out when the dirty noise reached him, afraid he hurt me probably. I fisted the base tighter, and started a slow rhythm- my hand reaching my lips every time as he slid back across my tongue. One of his knees popped loose, and he involuntarily jerked the entire length of himself down my throat. I flexed back an inch before grabbing at his hip bones to pull him back into me.

He muttered apologies down at me, stumbling over his words. “Can you do that again, Liebling?” He asked finally, hand sliding up my cheek, settling on cupping down my jaw, just under my ear. He moaned again when I hummed in agreement around him, taking him almost completely into my mouth and hovering for a moment- my throat clenching in effort to swallow all of him down.

We did that a handful of times until he was a mess above me, and I was able to take him all the way in. I pulled back countless times to gasp for breath, and every time he let me regain my composure. Slinging praises down at me, telling me how good I felt around him and asking if I was okay.

He helped set the pace for me too, sliding his hips in and out of the tight seal my mouth made- wet noises squelching when he went just a little bit too far, groans always quickly following.

Both hands cupped my face now, and he pulled his cock almost completely from my overstretched mouth, then slid back in slowly, inching my face to take him deeper and deeper. My teeth scraped at his base and he whined, I was afraid I hurt him for a moment.

“Bitte, Mause, please again.” He begged, and I let my hands wrap around the mass of his muscled and tense thighs, taking him deeper until I couldn’t breath and grind the tips of my teeth at his rough base. His pubic hair scratched at my face and he apologized again for it, asking for more more more.

I could tell he was close now, his muscle twitched underneath me and he moved his hands from my face, settled at my shoulders, attemping to nudge me away. “Maus, slow down.” He pleaded and I hesitated a moment before taking him all the way inside me once more.

I kept him lodged deep as he came, whisper-shouting German curses up at the sky, fingers and thighs twitching with his release. His warmth spread in my mouth and I swallowed as much I could, the rest pooled out of the corner of my mouth, dribbling down my front.

After a second he pulled himself from me with a ‘smack’ and wrapped his large hand around himself, tugging at it rougher than I had. More of his thick cum seeped from him, and drooped down into the ground below. He tucked himself back into his pants and reached down to pull me up to him, nose buried in my hair grabbing me taut against the lean muscle of his body.

He hugged me, one hand at the back of my head, the other wrapped around both of my hips. Gently, like I would fall apart in his arms if he squeezed me too hard. “Danke, Liebling,” he sighed content, “You are too good to me, little Maus.” I hummed into him, my throat aching too much to speak any good words. I latched onto the fabric of his shirt and pressed my body against him.

A noise scuffed around the courtyard and we both whipped our heads over to look- clinging to the other.

Soap made his way out of the building and into the dark, one foot stumbling over the other. Konig and I held each other still in the shadows- half praying he didn’t look over. He was singing something in Gaelic under his breath, but ultimately made his way over to the barracks where he disappeared behind yet another door.

We both let out a laugh, tension escaping out bodies in waves. He scooped me up into his arms after my heaves died down and spun me in a circle, then set my feet gently back down onto the ground, scooping up his discarded mask along the way. I put my mouth up to his ear when he rose back up.

“Take me back to my room, Konig.” I whispered, and he obliged happily, trailing behind me so close I could feel his thighs brush against the back of mine with every step.

#konig x ofc #konig #konig smut #konig call of duty

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hellooo!!! may i request a regressor!stiles and cg!derek fic? im thinkin maybe some of the pack heads to the mall for the day, stiles is running on something like 3 hours of sleep and just cant stay in it so he slips! derek helps out? maybe by making the mall trip more bearable for him or getting them out of there?

maybe this could be one of the first few times hes seen stiles regressed so hes still not entirely confident in what to do?! anyways the rest is completely up to u ^^!

- @bebbie-bilinski <3

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|| derek hale x stiles stilinski | read on my ao3

notes: this got so derek centric & so long my apologies

warnings: mentions of derek’s family, stiles not taking care of himself properly, pet names, pacifiers

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Derek’s hand twitches by his side, an urge to reach out and place it on Stiles’ shoulder, to stop and ask if he’s okay. As the mall trip progresses and the longer they spend walking through each store, the more exhausted Stiles looks.

It’s been at least three hours by now and while Kira’s finished up her shopping, including helping Scott pick out a new heft of clothes, Lydia’s gotten her selection of makeup bought; they’re all still trying to help Malia. This is the first time she’s been in a mall since she turned back into a human, it’s overwhelming for her, Derek can only imagine how her supernatural senses are making things sound and smell. Peters been helping Lydia guide Malia through what to buy, how to find the right sizes and what materials she likes, everything that’s needed for a successful shopping trip. And while Derek would love to indulge in seeing his uncle act so tenderly and be so welcomed by the pack, his mind keeps drifting to Stiles.

They drove here in Stiles’ jeep, just them two, and normally that’d mean Stiles would ramble happily to Derek, but today it was almost dead silent. Part of Hale had been worried it was because of their newest development in their relationship, him watching over Stiles when he’s regressed, but then Stiles had yawned loud enough for Derek to cue into what’s going on with him. He’s far too tired to be on a mall trip, never mind one that runs over three hours.

Derek knows he should take Stiles home and get him tucked into bed, let him sleep the rest of the weekend if he so pleased to. There’s still a hesitation to take that authority, to decide for Stiles, he doesn’t want to push too hard. Risk breaking the trust Stiles has put in him.

“Derek?” Peters voice drags Derek back to the store they stand in, he glances around a second to gain his bearings. Kira, Lydia and Malia are by the dressing room, Scott trailing behind them as he talks to Melissa on the phone, Derek can tell it’s Melissa because Scott never speaks that much Spanish with anyone else. Finally he lands on Stiles, where he leans heavily against the stores wall and struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Are you okay?” Peters hand is firm on Derek’s shoulder, gripping it the same way he did when they were kids, when Derek had been plagued by nightmares that made him scream out for Peter, for Laura, for Talia.

“I think I’m gonna take Stiles back to the loft, he needs sleep.” He thinks he sounds like they did, like Peter, Laura, and Talia did, making the decision for Derek that he needed to be looked after. Cared for. He wants to be that for Stiles, to be the safety he once needed and can now give.

“Okay, text me if you need anything. Take care of him.” Peter pats Derek’s shoulder before he stalks back over towards where Malia’s waving for him. Derek takes a breath to steady himself then turns on his feet to walk to Stiles.

-

“Stiles? Hey, hey, easy, just me.” Stiles jerks more awake when Derek shakes his arm slightly, watching how the brunettes eyes flick around quickly before settling on Derek’s face.

“We movin’ stores?” It comes out slurred and groggy, Stiles reaching to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“We’re going home.” Derek keeps his voice as soft as he can muster without letting all his concern show through.

“We’re done?” He nods instead of trying to explain that they’re the only ones leaving, knowing that Stiles would just fight to stay and give a million reasons why he needs to be there. Derek always appreciates the stubbornness Stiles put up, it reminds him of himself, but Stiles isn’t in any state for an argument.

“Yeah bud, we’re done. I’m gonna take you back to my loft.” He takes Stiles hand when the little leans onto Derek’s shoulder, all his weight shifting to be against Hale. It breaks Derek’s heart. He wishes could scoop Stiles into his arms and carry him away, make sure he never exhausts himself like this again. He settles on squeezing Stiles’ hand tighter.

-

They make it to the loft with no complications. Derek’s even able to talk Stiles into riding on his back up the stairs so he could stay in the half asleep state he fell into on the ride back.

“There we go, comfortable?” He asks once he’s taken Stiles’ shoes off and laid him back in Derek’s large bed. He debated taking them back to the Stilinski house but figured they’d have less of a chance of getting interrupted here.

“Jeans aren’t.” A huff of a laugh escapes Derek, he nods before tuning over to his dresser. The bottom drawer has become Stiles designated drawer for all his little gear, it’s not a lot, nor does Derek think it’s enough, but he’s able to pull a pair of fleece pajama pants out and a pacifier Stiles adores.

“Here, now lay still as I get your jeans off.” The idea of causing some type of harm to Stiles or making him more uncomfortable pains Derek. He takes his time pulling the jeans off before slipping the fleece pants on. He darts his eyes up to Stiles as he works, watching with a small smile how Stiles happily sucks on the green pacifier that he’s taken to quickly.

“Feel better?” Stiles nods along before his arms open up, urging Derek to come lay beside him. Derek’s heart stops for a split second seeing it, knowing how much trust it takes for Stiles to be so vulnerable, he’s heard a couple times about how Stiles’ regression is something he doesn’t share with many. With anyone really, Scott and Lydia know, Alison knew, and now Derek knows. That’s it.

So Derek graciously shrugs off his jacket and climbs into the bed, allowing Stiles to curl into his side and place his head on Hales chest. It doesn’t take much longer for Stiles to fall asleep, his heartbeat and breath pattern even out, a comforting rhythm that Derek sits awake to listen to. He carefully moves to take the pacifier that’s gone slack out of Stiles’ mouth, placing it on the bedside table for when he wakes up, before Derek allows himself to drift off. He hopes Stiles feels the safety and security that in Hales arms that Derek did with his family after those nightmares, when he had caregivers looking after him.

#jj writes #teen wolf agere #little!stiles #caregiver!derek hale #derek x stiles #stiles stilinski #derek hale

[deanstead]

Pieces (14): Our Jobs

Chapter Summary: Jay takes Y/N and Chloe out for a kid-friendly date which is interrupted by an unforeseen circumstance.

Word Count: 1,928

Warnings: canon-typical mentions of guns, injuries, GSWs

A/N: I'm back with Chapter 14! I'm just really thankful for all of you who have stayed on to follow this series, I hope you guys like this too! Remember to stop by and let me know what you guys think!

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Between Jay’s work at Intelligence, your shifts at Med, as well as Chloe, time passed quicker than you could ever imagine.

You’d been waiting for the thing to happen. The thing that would break this fairy tale apart, that moment when Jay would turn around and tell you he couldn’t do it, that it was too hard between your work, or with Chloe. But it didn’t come.

You were prepared again that first time you disagreed with something Jay said, the day you’d had a fight. But it didn’t come either. And when you asked him about it, your boyfriend looked at you like you were crazy. “What am I, an authoritarian? You’re entitled to disagree with me and to do whatever the hell you want. And if anyone says any different, you kick their ass. Me, included.” Jay had said with a smile.

Again, and again, Jay continued to show you that he most definitely meant everything he said.

“The park?” You asked him, an eyebrow raising.

Jay smiled. “Come on, the weather is going to be great, we just closed a big case so I have more time this weekend and I know you still have a day or two from the time you swapped with Connor. Or you can make Will work.” He paused. “I’ll make him work.”

You laughed, nodding. “But let’s not tell her yet, just in case.”

Jay nodded, smiling. The nature of their jobs, mainly his, meant there would be emergencies, or sudden calls that meant he had to take off, and he really didn’t want to be the person who disappointed Chloe, or you.

The weekend came around and everything seemed stable so you’d woken Chloe with a “Do you want to go on a picnic?”

“A picnic?” Chloe asked. “Can Jay come?”

You smiled. “Yeah, he’s coming to see you anyway.”

The little yelp of happiness made you smile. The last time you’d seen her so excited was when her father had agreed to take her out to a theme park, although that had been followed by the small disappointed look on her face when her father had canceled. Even though you had offered to take her anyway, Chloe had smiled and shook her head, asking if the both of you could go get ice cream instead.

And now looking back, you realized that all it chalked down to was effort. Effort that Jay could do, which was at least ten times what Caleb could do for his own daughter.

“Mom, hurry up!” Chloe yelled from where she was already up front with Jay.

So you’d spent the afternoon at the park, munching on sandwiches and other picnic food, watching Chloe run around, sometimes accompanied by her excited shrieks while Jay chased her.

As Chloe dragged Jay off a little further out, you leaned back, inclining your head back up against the clear sky. You forgot how much you liked watching the clouds drift by.

Then a shot ripped through the park.

You froze, sitting up with a jerk. Jay had paused as well from where he was playing with Chloe. There was a silence, where you figured maybe it was just a tire going off, or some other similar sound when a bunch of other shots went off, followed by screams.

Jay scooped Chloe up with one arm, both of them coming towards you quickly.

“Come on.” Jay whispered, readjusting Chloe onto his arm and taking your hand, leaving everything else behind, his only thought to get the two of you out.

You’d almost reached the parking lot when you saw him, a guy holding a gun, laughing and marching across the field to his friend. Jay pulled you down behind a small dividing wall made of stones.

“This is Detective Jay Halstead, badge number 51163. I have two active shooters in the park. Send some cars and ambos. Be advised, plainclothes officer on the scene.” Jay spoke into his phone in a low voice.

He turned back to you. “I need to make a break for it, alright. Get Chloe out of here.”

Jay pressed the keys of the car into your hand now.

“Jay…”

You knew that if you didn’t have Chloe with you, you might have stayed. You’d have argued that you’re a doctor and you could help. Somehow.

But you weren’t alone. You weren’t just responsible for yourself.

Jay put his finger to his lips and glanced at Chloe. “Take care of your mom, alright?”

Chloe didn’t say anything, just studied Jay’s face before she turned to put her arms around him in a hug and nodded.

You took Chloe from his arms and nodded.

“I’ll cover you. So whatever you hear, don’t look back. Just drive and get as far away from here as possible.” Jay nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

You swallowed before you nodded and Jay pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, before he gently touched Chloe’s head. “Be safe.” He whispered.

Your eyes lingered on his for just a moment longer before he nodded. You squeezed his hand.

“You come back to us, you hear?”

Jay smiled and nodded.

You kept your body crouched low, Chloe pressed against you as you ran straight for the car. You’d barely closed the back door behind Chloe when you heard shots ring out, bullets sounding like they were crossing each other.

“Y/N, go!” You heard Jay yell and you pulled yourself into the car, hitting the accelerator.

You spotted Jay in the rearview mirror but you wrenched your eyes back onto the road, turning away from where you could still hear gunshots.

Just as Jay thought you’d be able to at least start the cae before the shooter noticed, he’d turned and aimed his gun right at you.

With barely any consideration for the fact that he didn’t even have his police vest on, Jay had shot out of the corner he’d jammed himself into, firing the weapon he already had with him with no reservations now that you and Chloe were not there. Especially Chloe.

Jay rolled back down behind cover as he heard the sound of your car drive away and he allowed himself just a second to exhale and get his head back in the game before he peered out again and moved, exactly like he was trained.

You’d driven straight to Med.

“Y/N? Aren’t you off today?” Maggie asked, the confusion written across her face as you marched into the ED with your daughter. “Everything okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, there’s a shooting at the park. This place is gonna be flooded. I just…”

Maggie glanced at Chloe and nodded. “We can take her to the daycare.”

You looked at Chloe. “Can you go with April?”

“You need to go too?” Chloe asked.

You smiled. “Yeah.”

“With Jay?”

Your heart clenched and you nodded, smiling and giving her a kiss. “We’ll come and get you as soon as we can, alright?”

As April took her gently from your arms, you paused as your brain had an internal battle all on its own. All you wanted was to dash back to the park to make sure Jay was alright. You had the one car you'd driven out in together this morning, the keys felt like stones in your pocket.

But the rational part argued against it. Other than the obvious danger you’d be putting yourself in, there was literally no value in you being there in a dangerous situation and there was a higher possibility in Jay getting hurt just to protect you.

“Y/N?”

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Will touched your arm.

“What are you doing here?”

You shook your head but then glanced back at him before you pointed to the doctor’s lounge, to which Will nodded.

Will closed the door behind him, before he looked at you. “You okay? I thought you and Jay…”

You nodded, taking a breath, feeling your heart pump a little harder as the memory hit you again. “We did. We were at the park. There was a… shooter. Two? I don’t know, Jay made me take the car and leave and I just… I just drove here.”

Will was blinking back at you, his eyes wide. “Should I go back?” You asked him now.

Will shook his head. “Listen, Jay’s going to be fine.”

“Liar.” You shot back at him, studying his face. “You’re worried too.”

Will smiled. “Being worried and believing he’s going to be fine are two separate matters.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Hardly.”

Will nodded. “Chloe’s upstairs, isn’t she?”

You frowned and nodded, wondering where he was going with this. Will reached over and threw your scrubs at you. “Let’s do our job then. We’ll be useful here.”

You stared at the scrubs in your hand for a bit before you nodded, glancing up at him. “I know.”

Before long, the ED was flooded with all sorts of injuries. There were the serious gunshot wounds, then the slightly less serious ones that came in with fractures and sprains from the stampede.

You’d been kept so busy, you didn’t have much time to let your mind wander. Not that you’d forgotten. It felt more like a nagging feeling, a stone at the base of your stomach, or sometimes it sprouted in your chest when you were least expecting it and you had to take another moment to breathe.

“Maggie, if you see anyone from CPD, or Intelligence, can you let me know?” You leaned in across the counter.

Maggie glanced up at you and nodded. “You want me to make some calls?’

“If you can.” You nodded. “Thanks.”

You were interrupted almost immediately by Ethan calling for help and you turned around, heading for the treatment room at the back.

“I’ll intubate.” You said, the moment you entered, moving as quickly as you could. “I’m in.”

The beeping sounds got steadier and you glanced at the monitor, before you looked at Ethan, who was studying the ultrasound.

“She’s bleeding into her belly. She’s got to go in to surgery.”

You nodded, “I’ll call ahead.”

You followed Ethan to the lift before he nodded at you. “I’ll bring her up. You better stay down here, just in case.”

Patient flow had already stabilized. Most of the non-emergent patients had been treated and the emergent patients were mostly upstairs already in surgery. But Ethan was right, you just never knew. Just then, you heard the sound signaling an ambulance had brought in another emergency patient, so you nodded at Ethan and headed back to the front, freezing as you watched the paramedics wheel him in as Connor reached them.

“GSW to the chest, intubated in the field. He lost consciousness halfway.” Sylvie’s voice felt like it was coming from another dimension.

The breath caught in your throat as you saw him, everything felt like it was going in slow motion as you stared. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, watching as he was wheeled into a treatment room.

“Jay.” His name left your lips through no will of your own.

“Someone get me Dr Choi. Y/N and Will, out.” Connor barked.

You couldn’t have been of any help anyway as you stood mutely there next to Will.

The worst was the sound that followed, the sound that came from the machine Jay was already hooked up to. The sound that echoed in your ears, in your mind, that terrified you to your bones. The sound of a flatline.

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Epicenter

'1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, this place took a header, right into the crack. Now it's ours.'

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Sleep all day, party all night, ever grow old and never die. Vampirism indeed had its perks.

Those were of course the obvious ones. There was also the ability to stuff yourself with more substances than could kill a bull elephant and get up the next night perfectly fine (if perhaps walking a little wobbly.) You could hear a mouse's heartbeat from half a mile away (if you really wanted to, and if your packmates would stop projecting that stupid fucking song into your head for half a fucking minute.) You could even fly!

That one really did have basically no downsides, save for being a mite hungry after an extended time in the air. Nothing above you but stars and the moon, falling upwards into a velvet void, while the world dissipated below. Weightless. Careless.

The senses made for things humans didn't need.

David supposes it's why he could tell something was off enough to rouse him from the daysleep only moments before it happened.

One moment he was unconscious, drifting, in that space were dreams have ended and there is only rest, and the next, his eyes are snapping wide open, and staring at the far wall like he expects it to come forward and hit him.

In fact, maybe some part of his brain actually does expect that. There was a tension in the back of his head, and it was pulling tighter and tighter with ever second, his claws digging into the bar above him, unable to make sense of what was happening when a sudden pit of move now, move now, MOVE NOWNOWNOW- dropped like a lead weight in his chest.

"UP!" He shouted, reaching to the side. "UP, NOW!"

He hits Dwayne first, closest to him, who startles awake enough at the hard physical contact, but the moment he returns to consciousness, the shrieking in David's head enters his own, and he's moving like lighting. No questions, no panic, (thank god, David doesn't know what he'd do without Dwayne's steadiness to calm his own flighty anxiousness at times...) Just pure, concentrated action.

Dwayne flips around, reaching out and shoving Marko and Paul, arms locked around each other. Again, the moment they wake, they're like skittering animals in each other's heads.

Well, Paul is anyway.

Marko, on the other hand, has a moment of fear, bleeding over from David and Dwayne and Paul, and then it's almost like...expectation settles over his features. A calmness that seems almost incongruous with the rest. Much like Dwayne, anyway, he's a pragmatist, and doesn't give way to panic.

The four of them don't waste time, however. David is first down, swinging to catch his hands on the roosting bars and swing around to land in a crouch on the ground. The others follow, Dwayne landing like a cat, Marko bounding a few times as he lands, and Paul somehow managing all his gangly limbs in something almost graceful.

They're out of the crawl space in seconds, speed being the key. They can't be in the enclosed space.

Luckily, it's far enough in the day that the long hours of afternoon are passed, and the sunlight can't get through the few cracks in the 'roof' of the hotel atrium. It's dark, but they aren't going to be lighting any fires.

The pack gathers upwards, towards the ceiling, perching on an old beam. Not on the floor, not in the shadows of the old, massive marble pillars. They sit, claws digging into cracks in the stone.

A second ticks by. Then another. That feeling builds in David's head, like a breath inwards but too much, twice as long.

And then it breaks.

The the fist of an angry god, like the world itself fracturing, it shakes.

Paul cries out, and Marko reaches out to steady him. Dwayne presses against David, who presses back, keeping each other from tumbling even with their grips. Like someone had gripped the Earth as if it were a card table and then violently started to push and pull at it, the stone under them jerked. Plumes of dust and dirt rained down from the ceiling, little rocks bouncing off their heads. Below, their trinkets and baubles rattled and crashed against each other - something deep in the back of the caves crashing and David hears Paul's distant hope that a nook where he stored his stuff hadn't collapsed.

And....it's over. A single, frantic movement of the world, and then it's over.

Marko and Paul don't let go of each other, blinking. David pulls away from Dwayne, and takes an immediate look around.

There are still wafts of dirt shimmying from the ceiling, letting in a dangerous bit of light (to a human it would be imperceptible, but for David and his, it spells a nasty burn if they're not careful.) There are more roots hanging down, displaced. Some of the rock formations that held up the shape of the cave have shifted, and at one side, a marble column that had fallen at an angle years and years ago, had now fully collapsed to the ground. (So much for the books Dwayne had stashed under it...)

But. No one was hurt. Nothing had been lost that couldn't be dug out, or dusted off, or done without.

David breathes a sigh. Finally, the tension was gone.

"Just call you Mister Richter, huh?" Marko says.

David rolls his eyes.

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