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repulsiveliquidation · 6 months

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“I don’t need you.”

“You don’t, but we do.”

Leah Williamson x Georgia Stanway x Reader

2.8k, I went overboard lol but this was fun to write. Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of blood and knives. Euros 2022 Final where you’re hurt and the two of them struggle to keep you alive. It gets dark so read at your own risk!

Lionesses v. Germany, Euro 2022 Final. The changing room is tense, all the girls quiet and getting into game mode. You’re in your cubby, listening to a playlist Georgia insisted would get you into the right headspace before a game. Leah sits across from you, leg bouncing and face in a deep frown. Georgia is messing about with Alessia, giggling about some video they saw on Instagram. Everyone has their own way of getting into their headspaces and you find yourself making eye contact with the best captain in the world. Your headphones come off and you walk up to her, eyes softening when you see the fear in her eyes that she so desperately tries to get rid of.

“Come with me for a minute.” You tell her, reaching for her arm.

“I can’t, the game starts in 20 minutes!” Leah loudly whispers but follows you, being dragged into the showers for a little chat.

Georgia had been watching this interaction, excusing herself and following behind Leah quietly. She knew that Leah would be stressed and knew that only you could calm her. She was met with a Leah that was almost in tears and you cradling her head against your chest in the furthest shower stall there was. She sighed softly, heart breaking for Leah. She quietly came towards you, hands wrapping around you both with kisses to both of your foreheads.

“How we doing, Lee?” Georgia asks quietly, hand slowly moving lower to rub her back as you kissed Leah softly and pushed her baby hairs out of her face.

“I feel like my hearts gonna give out. Fuck I can’t catch my breath. What if we lose? What if we just fucking throw this game away and fuck up and it’s all my fault? I really don’t know what Sarina was thinking, picking me as captain. Someone else deserves this arm band, I might just-“

She was cut off by half the team in the showers looking at her and hearing her ramble. She was so in her head that she didn’t notice that Georgia had taken your spot and you went and called the rest of the girls still in the changing rooms into the shower to comfort their captain. Tears stained her cheeks and Georgia did her best to wipe them away. You were beside her again, holding her hand and rubbing her forearm.

“No one would have been able to bring us this far, Lee. Everyone on this team knows you’re the only one who deserves to wear that arm band.” Lucy spoke up, all the girls nodding in agreement.

“You’re the best part of all of us, Leah. Come on, we’ve got a trophy to win alright? Save some of those tears for after will ya? Don’t waste them!” Ella yelled, all the girls cheering their captain on as she finally had a smile on her face. It was the most beautiful smile both you and Georgia had ever seen and you wanted to keep it on her face for as long as possible.

Kick-off

The game was going alright. Germany had maintained good defense over the first half, nearly scoring but Mary Earps was a force to be reckoned with. The second half saw Tooney thrust the Lionesses into the lead with a beautiful chip over the keeper. Germany doubled down and equalized ten minutes after, the wear and tear of the tournament finally showing as the Lionesses let that one slip. Of course, it had to be Chloe Kelly who sent in the winning goal, doing a well-earned shirtless celebration as the final whistle was blown two minutes later. You all piled on top of her, celebrations rampant as the Wembley stadium erupted with the same shouts of celebrations.

You didn’t see him coming. You didn’t see the glint of a 4-inch blade drawn from his back pocket. Security too busy holding out other fans from spilling onto the pitch. He made a beeline for you, eyes dark and angry. He grabbed you by the shoulder and before you knew it, the knife stabbed into the right side of your abdomen. The sheer shock of it all sent you to the ground hunched over, hand pressed to your side as he pulled the knife out and disappeared into the crowd.

Leah notices first. Her eyes looked all over for you till she heard yells from the crowd of your name. A little puddle of red alarmed her as she suddenly saw you laying on the grass in a pool of your own blood.

“Y/N!” she yelled. Crouching down beside you, holding your wound. “FUCKING CALL THE MEDICS!” was what registered next. Georgia suddenly appeared beside you; hand pressed over Leah’s as they both tried to stop the bleeding. The crowd was so silent you could hear a straw drop.

“You’re going to be okay, darling. I need you to stay awake for me, sweet. Keep looking at me baby, shh shh it’s okay. We’re getting you help.” Georgia spoke but she sounded so far away. Your eyes closed for a second before Leah slapped your face gently and your eyes opened again. She was crying, Georgia was too. “Stay with me, love. I love you so much,” was the last thing you heard before you couldn’t fight the urge to sleep any longer.

That beeping noise was immensely irritating. Beep, beep, beep. Why were there so many tubes and shit tangled around me? It’s a little chilly in here, would it kill you to turn the heat on? I mean seriously, these tubes are a nightmare. Your thoughts are interrupted by a pair of blue eyes that would make anyone look twice. Leah’s eyes. You could pick them out in a crowd. So blue and so full of emotion you could read her like an open book. What was she doing here?

“Y/N/N, welcome back my darling.” Leah says, her voice still distant but clear.

“She’s awake? Don’t lie to me Leah, it’s not funny.” A second voice enters the room. It’s familiar too, accent thick with worry. Georgia’s dark brown eyes show themselves as they both hover over you. It’s nice, they’re doing you a favor by blocking out those pesky bright lights.

There are suddenly more people in the room than you’d like, poking and prodding at you. Hands that you do not want touching you thankfully do their work fast and efficiently. They switch out your oxygen mask for tubes and give you another pillow and your sad hospital lunch. They’ve left the room in 20 minutes, the two girls whom you want near you finally able to settle on either side of your bed away from prying eyes.

“You scared us half to death, Y/N.” Leah says with a sad voice you never want her to use again. Tears well up in Georgia’s eyes and they both hold your hand that is resting on your stomach.

“What happened? I-I can’t remember it that well, it’s all so hazy.” You say with a sore throat. Georgia is quick to give you some water, holding the straw for you to sip. You drink for a while, thankful for the cold liquid soothing your parched throat.

Leah’s eyes are uncertain, doubtful if she wants to make you relive yesterday morning. The stabbing had sent you into a deep sleep, thankfully only for a day. The ambulance that brought you here was at the pitch within two minutes of the call to 999. The two girls never left your side, Georgia following you into the ambulance as Leah was driven right behind the ambulance by Alessia and the rest of the girls. The win was forgotten, every single one of them only had you on their minds. Leah was a mess in the car, shaking like a leaf as Alessia sped after the ambulance. Tooney and Lucy held her, keeping her calm and reassuring her that you’d be alright. She believed them, telling herself over and over on the quick ride to the hospital that you’d be okay.

Georgia kept it together in the ambulance, one of the loves of her life holding on as much as she could. It was so hard to look at you in the stretcher, beautiful face pale and sickly. Her hands and shirt were covered in your blood, the paramedics managing to stuff your wound with gauze and the bleeding was controlled. She knew you’d be okay, her heart hoping Leah knew that too. She held onto your hand tightly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fell in and out of consciousness. She recognized the white Mercedes weaving through traffic, hazards on and following the speeding ambulance. She told you that the girls were right behind us and that Leah was right there with them. She told you to hold on, she told you they didn’t know if they’d be able to live without you. You heard her, wanting so much to hold her and tell her that you loved her and that you would be okay but, everything hurt and you were too numb to move.

The doctors worked swiftly on your wounds, the knife barely missing your diaphragm and nicking your large intestine. You had lost too much blood and flatlined once, the doctors quick to pounce on your chest and resuscitate you. You were fighting, you knew people relied on you too much for you to give in. The five-hour surgery was a success and soon you were being wheeled into a private room as the doctors told the entire team occupying the waiting room the relieving news. There wasn’t a dry face anywhere, tears of joys pouring out at the news of you making it through the hardest part of this long journey. Leah and Georgia rushed to the room they now knew you were in, the rest of the girls hanging back knowing you only needed them.

The sight of all those annoying tubes broke their hearts. You looked so tired and used, fresh tears falling down their faces. Both girls silently moved to one side each, hands reaching for your cold ones as you slept peacefully. Soon the repetitive beeps of the machines lulled them to sleep, thankful that you were alive and here with them.

Lucy walked in with Alessia and Kiera. They smiled softly at the sight of the three of you sleeping. They gently woke Leah and Georgia, having brought food and a change of clothes for them. The doctors updated them on your condition, Kiera shooting a quick text to the group chat to ease their worries. Leah shot up, eyes red with fatigue and a stiff neck. She reached for Kiera, hugging her tight and thanking her for the food and clothes. Alessia gently helped Georgia wake up, guiding both of them to the table in your room to have some food. They found it hard to swallow anything but tried, knowing they needed to. Alessia and Lucy watched over you as they ate, Less softly brushing your hair out of your face as Lucy rubbed your forearm softly.

Kiera had to force the pair out of the room to change, dragging them away to the showers to force them to take one, their hands still slightly caked with your blood. They showered together, helping one another to clean up which made them feel better to have familiar hands do the work. They couldn’t do it for themselves but they’d be damned if they didn’t take care of the other before themselves. Leah held Georgia’s face in her hands and Georgia stared at her as her hands held her wrists, gaze holding the same tear-filled eyes she had despite standing under the rain shower. They kissed hard, kisses full of too many emotions for them to express any other way. “She’ll be okay, Gee. She’s a fighter, she is.” Leah said softly, willing her heart to believe her own words. Georgia could only nod, muttering a soft “I know,” before leaning in to kiss Leah again. They held each other under the warm water, Kiera having left to give them both a minute.

They walk back into your room looking fresher than before. Hair both damp and wearing clean clothes. They both needed that shower and intimate time with each other, it soothed worries that they did not know how to voice; so glad that their relationship was strong and deep enough that they did not need to use words to express their feelings. “Any changes?” Georgia asks, moving to the couch to snuggle with Alessia as Leah returned to your side. “No Gee, she’s still asleep.” Lucy told her, hand lacing into Leah’s as they both sat with you. Kiera walked in 10 minutes later with steaming cups of coffee and a few more Lionesses. They all hung around, speaking to each other and taking turns watching you. You made noises a few times, shifting in your deep drug-induced sleep which made Leah and Georgia’s hearts leap out of their chests as you merely went back under.

“I’m sorry I scared you girls.” You say after listening to Leah and Georgia fill you in. “I’m okay now, you two look exhausted.”

“Don’t be sorry darling, nothing compared to the day you’ve had, love. They say you can go home tomorrow now that you’re awake, hm?” Leah tells you, eyes happier than you’ve seen in the past two days. Georgia begins to open up your lunch, gently pushing the table over to you to eat. “The girls went over to the house and set up the guest room for us. That way you don’t need to worry about the stairs. Lotte’s got Marlo too so he isn’t a bother for a bit. I think Less and Tooney drove my car over too so we can go home tomorrow, how’s that sound?” Georgia tells you, grimacing at the sickly-looking hospital food.

“Better than that looks, that’s for sure.” You quip, a look of disgust on your face.

This makes Leah laugh, leaning forward and kissing your forehead then whispering “There’s my girl.”

The first week back home was unlike anything you have experienced before. The pain was unbearable and the nightmares were something you didn’t wish on your worst enemy. You couldn’t remember your attackers face, but the news refreshed your memory when he was caught just four days after the attack. Cameras from the stadium managed to pick him up leaving the stadium after and they found his car abandoned before he was arrested and convicted. The three of you felt relief wash over you, knowing he was gone from your lives for a long time. You naively thought the nightmares would stop since you were really just worrying about him finding you but they somehow got worse. Leah and Georgia could barely keep you asleep for an hour before you had another one, shaking and sweating with shouts of their names. It frustrated you and broke their hearts into a billion pieces each. Both of them wanted to take your pain away and it physically hurt them to see you suffering.

One night you had another nightmare but somehow didn’t stir the two girls sleeping on either side of you. You carefully crawled out of bed, grabbing a fluffy blanket around your shoulders and walking out to the living room. You sat on the couch, mind racing faster than you liked. You began to rock back and forth, knees pulled to your chest. You couldn’t catch your breath, head spinning as the memories flash before your eyes.

Strong arms suddenly wrap around you, another pair grabbing your crying face. “Y/N, look at me!” Leah said loudly. A wave of anger came over you, pushing both of them away and standing; hot, frustrated tears flowing down your cheeks. “Leave me alone! Why the fuck are you always meddling? I don’t need you to coddle me! I am capable of taking care of myself! I’m not fucking helpless like you think! Just because you don’t have pain or just because you can fucking sleep doesn’t mean you need to pretend to want to help me! I DON’T NEED YOU!” you yell, voice hoarse by the fourth statement you make. You’ve fallen to your knees, Georgia catching you just in time before you crumple to the ground. They both hold you, your frustration let out in huge waves. You cried for half an hour, hearing both of them repeating the same thought you had in the operating room that kept you fighting “You may think you don’t need us baby but we do. We were both a mess when you got hurt, I don’t think either of us would have survived if it wasn’t for you. You hold us together baby, we love you to bits for it, you’re our special girl.”

It made you cry more, their words sinking into your head. You were wrong, you did need them. You needed them more than ever and they weren’t going anywhere.

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Your alpha gangster claims you

General Plot: You are a humble omega working in a bar and are kidnapped by an alpha!

I just wanted to do some alpha and omega smut and it's my birthday...so here ya go

Alpha (Jude) x omega female reader

Word Count: 2k

W: noncon/dubcon, alpha/omega dynamic, size difference, nsfw monster smut, some vague violence and choking, knotting and biting

You huddled behind the bar whimpering as you covered your head. Around you guns popped and bottles burst into splashes of the fluid inside. Maybe you were screaming, maybe not, but at some point it became silent. Only your breathing seemed to echo in the room.

You gasped, panting into your knees. This wasn’t something you were used to. You were just a waitress at your uncle’s bar, an omega who no one paid any attention to most of the time. He’d gone out for some supplies, leaving you alone to watch the place. Clutching your chest you heard the heavy crunch of footsteps approach you.

“Poor little omega is terrified, I can smell you from here,” a deep voice said, deeper than a beta’s voice…an alpha.

You gulped and tried to make yourself small, shivering. There was nothing you could do. The horror and shock from the shooting were forcing your body to produce omega pheromones, calling an alpha to come claim and protect you. Your scent was strong and sweet, filling the destroyed bar.

You’d been polishing glasses, keeping an eye on your one table a handful of guys who were talking quietly just a few minutes ago. Suddenly, someone, you hadn’t had time to see who, burst through the doors and started shooting. You’d ducked behind the counter and that’s where you were when the alpha’s form loomed over you, his eyes glowing, backlit by the bar lights.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you took him in. He was huge, as all alphas were, eight feet tall and wide, with big teeth that barely fit in his mouth, sharper than a betas. He was dressed in a suit that must have been custom made to fit his enormous body. Dark hair fell into gold eyes.

He holstered the smoking gun he was carrying and crouched down to look at you. His thick fingers roamed over your sweaty cheek and he drew them back tasting you. He smirked.

You’d been sheltered from alphas coming from a poor but genuine family of betas, who loved you. They hadn’t sold you to one of them as most parents did when their child’s undesirable omega traits emerged and they kindly kept you hidden away when you were most vulnerable to kidnapping.

This alpha was the first one you’d seen up close. You whimpered, overwhelmed by the musk he was putting off. It smelled strangely pleasant, but the familiarity scared you. He was a stranger. He shouldn’t be touching you. Your cheeks flooded with color as slick poured from your pussy, responding to his pheromones. He drew in a heavy breath and smiled.

“You smell good little omega,” he purred, hoisting you up like you were luggage under his arm.

“W-wait! W-what are you doing?” you howled.

He frowned.

“This will be easier if you are quiet,” he hissed, his forearm locking around your neck.

You gasped for a breath that would never come until spots formed in front of your eyes, bleeding together to black.

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You woke up rubbing your cheek on something warm and soft. Looking around you found you were in a nest. Not your nest at home, full of your childhood blankets, but a nice one, to say the least. You were surrounded by soft blankets with designer logos on them, fluffy pillows, and stuffed animals.

You hopped up to your knees to find two things. One you were chained to the wall by a collar that looped around your neck. Two, you were wearing lacy white lingerie that was more expensive than anything you could ever afford.

“Good morning, sunshine,” the deep voice of the alpha said.

In a streak of sunlight he sat in a chair in front of the window, smoking a cigar and spinning some amber liquid in a stout glass. Shadows from the still early morning cast his face in stark relief making him look even more monstrous.

“W-where a-am I?” you stammered, “W-what’s going on?”

He smiled at you and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his legs.

“I’m making you mine, angel,” you said, smirking, “I’ve never seen such a pretty little omega in my life…as for where…you don’t really need to know that. You’re somewhere safe.”

You squealed.

“B-but you- y-you’re…” you sputtered, not really sure what you were trying to say.

“But I’m a gangster?” he laughed, standing up and crossing the room to you.

You tried to squirm away from him, his scent invading the safety of your new nest. He crouched down and pulled your chin between his fingers, gathering the drink and the cigar in the other hand. The smell of cigar smoke mingled with his smell.

“That only means I can protect my little pet like no one else can, the name’s Jude” he said, smirking at you, “what’s yours or should I just call you angel?”

“(Y/N),” you stammered.

He got up, putting his burden down on a side table and started to slowly undress, his fingers surprisingly nimbly removing his gun holster and unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. You watched in awe as he revealed his rippling muscled body, your cheeks pinkening and slick dampening the little panties you were in. He sniffed the air and bared his big, sharp teeth while he shucked off his pants. You felt your skin heat, starting to burn as his pheromones sunk into it, the extended exposure triggering your heat.

“Are you getting ready for me, angel?” he cooed, stalking across the room towards you, his massive erect cock bobbing in front of him, “are you gonna take my knot and my bite like a good little girl?”

You tried to scurry away, but he was on you like a panther, pushing you down into the soft floor of your nest. You whimpered and trembled underneath him as he sniffed you, aroused by your omega scent, but not just any omega scent. His omega was shaking underneath him and that made his cock painfully hard.

“Sh, sh, sh,” he soothed you, petting your hair, “you were made for this, angel.”

Kissing you, he forced his tongue past your lips, possessing your mouth. You tasted him, bourbon and tobacco, a bit sweet on your palette. His kiss was wet and possessive, making you take him, forcing your tongue to respond to his.

He jerked away from you and pushed your head into the pillows, propping your ass in the air, so he could bury his face in it, drawing a squall out of you.

“Mmmm,” he grunted, inhaling you and dragging a long lick over your pussy at the same time. You felt his thick fingers prod your puffy lips, shoving the flimsy fabric of your panties to the side as he explored you with the tip of his tongue. You moaned and whimpered into the pillows, shuddering under his touch.

“That’s it. Cry for me,” he said into your pussy, his deep voice carrying.

That’s just what you did as his fiendish tongue flicked over your clit until you were sobbing in an orgasm. Pleased your pussy was sopping, he shoved two large fingers in, pumping you mercilessly to stretch you open.

“You’re tight, angel,” he purred, “but you’ll take it.”

You screamed at the rough invasion, whimpering as his big hand found your breast and he kneaded it. He was hovering over you, his massive form making a cave over your body. He was so much, his scent in your space and your nose, all over you. His pheromones made you dizzy and sensitive, producing more and more slick as you prepared to be bred.

He pulled the cup of your bra away from your nipple tugging at it, while he fingered you open. You sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body and mind were grinding against each other. Your biology wanted it.You needed to be marked, knotted, and bred by a strong alpha, but your mind was aware you were chained to a nest, who knows where and you were scared.

Your biology won as you felt his cock nudge your entrance. Slick streamed out of your pussy, leaking down your thighs. He didn’t give your virgin cunt any mercy, roughly thrusting inside and rutting you with a fierce pace. All you could do was scream and drool as your body was savagely jerked down on his cock over and over again. Holding you by your tits, he used you, making your tender core his playtoy. Your fingers scrabbled hopelessly on the blankets, trying to ground yourself, but there was nothing you could do. He was strong and large, throwing you around like a doll.

“You’re gonna take my knot, angel,” he grunted as you felt it swelling at the base of his cock.

You tried to wriggle away, but it was no use and your body was made for this. You wailed as he forced it inside, fucking you with it, in and out, before it got too big to be used to torture your little entrance.

“I-I- can’t!” you gasped, sure it wouldn’t fit inside of you.

“Yes, you can, my love,” he purred, kissing your wet cheeks gently, “you can take it.”

Finally, he jammed it in, painting your womb with cum and roaring his dominance.

The swollen knot was thrust deep inside of you making you moan and cry, your eyes crossing from being so full. You were barely aware of him dragging your neck bare by the collar around it and clamping his teeth down on the spot where it joined with your shoulder. You screamed at the wild orgasm that overtook you, clouding your vision. Your omega body knew this was right and was rewarding you. You were supposed to be bitten, knotted, and claimed. He rocked his knot inside of you, his cock still hard, unlatching his teeth from you. Your brain was so close to shattering you didn’t even feel the pain of the bite.

His thick fingers found their way to your clit and one pulled the hood back and circled the tender nub.

“N-no, n-no,” you whimpered, not sure you could take anymore, but his other fingers found your nipple and he played with you like an instrument he was tuning all the while rocking his knot inside of you.

You exploded in a squirt of slick and a scream, your cunt clenching down around it and forcing more of his cum deep past your cervix. He gasped into your ear at the pleasure of being milked.

“Good girl, I told you, you could do it,” he cooed and you couldn’t help but preen at his praise. This was right. You’d been claimed and knotted. At that moment his cum was sealed inside you where it should be. You went slack against him, purring, his scent finally blending with yours in an appealing musk that perfumed your new nest.

“I’m going to take good care of you, angel,” he whispered as he got comfortable with you spooned beneath him, his knot linking you together.

He pulled your sleepy head up to him to look at you.

“You have two choices,” he told you, his voice a commanding baritone, “you can stay chained in this nest like a fuck doll if you want to be a bad little omega or you can stand by my side as my woman and be treated like a princess, which will it be?”

You hummed with exhaustion and surrender.

“I’ll be a good girl,” you agreed quietly and he smirked, leaning down and covering your lips with his.

“I figured as much,” he said smugly, petting you as he finally let you rest and drift off to sleep.

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 30 days

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Words: 9,001 (yeah, she's a beast!) Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria S9, post-Negan war, before the bridge Warnings: language (duh, it’s me), violence (no sexual violence), injuries to main character, blood, some kind of dark Saviors shit (not like line-up level dark but kinda fucked), mild angst, Protective!Daryl, hurt/comfort Summary: The war is over, but it isn't all peaches and cream. The Sanctuary struggles to function and Daryl and Y/N struggle with ghosts of their pasts after Rick asks them to take things over there. Deciding they've had enough, they decide to depart for Hilltop but Y/N stays behind for a couple days to help Carol get started taking over. The past comes back to rear its ugly head... A/N: This is an epilogue to the Sacrifice series, but you don't necessarily have to have read all 29 previous parts to appreciate it (though you def should!) [Spoilers (or reminders) for context start here -> -> -> The war is over, Y/N was once one of Negan's wives in order to protect her brother, she went back to Negan to break Daryl out of the Sanctuary, Daryl ends up shooting Negan to protect Y/N when a plan of theirs goes awry and the war ends, Y/N was also shot in the process but survived]

_ _ _ _ _ _

You and Daryl stood off to the side, watching the group of people gather around Rick, flooding the open space on the Sanctuary’s factory floor. You gently touched him on the arm and his blue eyes landed on your face. “Are you going to talk to him tonight?”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. I gotta. I can’t—we can’t stay here any longer. I dun want you here either. Bein’ in here, in these walls again, it feels like it’s slowly poisonin’ us…” He glanced at the fresh graffiti someone had sprayed on the wall. We’re still Negan. Saviors Save Us

Your hand slipped down his forearm and you laced your fingers with his. “I know. It’s the right decision.”

“Yeah,” he mused. “Ain’t sure Rick’s gonna agree though…”

“Rick isn’t the one here dealing with all these people, reliving everything every day. It’s too much,” you said. Daryl nodded in agreement.

“Yeah…” Just then, Rick finished talking to the gathered group and there was a smattering of applause and murmuring. You gave Daryl’s hand a gentle squeeze as Rick wandered over. “Good luck,” you murmured.

Soon, various business that needed to be discussed was concluded and the already dim torch and lantern lights on the Sanctuary factory floor were all but put out. Daryl and Rick retreated up to the catwalk.

As they stood side-by-side, looking down at the shadowy, rundown building below them, Daryl sighed heavily and Rick could feel the tension between them. Rick broke the silence first. “So, what’s going on?” he asked.

Daryl gulped and straightened up, looking his friend in the eye. “I don't wanna be the one leadin’ these people anymore.”

Rick’s expression was impassive. “Okay... Why?”

“Bein' here, behind these walls again... It just don't feel right, man. I'm better out there. I always have been. And I’ve got Y/N to think about. After what happened to her in here—with him—”

Rick sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Things happened to you in here too,” Rick said, perhaps realizing for the first time what he’d really asked of his friend, his brother…

“Yeah, well I care more about her than I care about myself. This is where her life was a livin’ fuckin’ nightmare. His wife…” he murmured under his breath. “She wasn’t his wife. She was his damn property. Her brother died here. He destroyed her group just like he destroyed ours. What d’ya think this place reminds both of us of?” He asked, turning sharp eyes to Rick. “Hmm? Did ya even think ‘bout that when ya asked me to come back here? Didya stop to think that ya might be askin’ us to relive some of the worst shit we’ve ever gone through?”

Rick hung his head for a moment, clasping his hands together. A wash of guilt and shame came over him. He hadn’t considered the full extent of it, no. But there was no one else to do the job and so he’d asked too much of Daryl, too much of you. “But you and Y/N have kept this place together. You’ve kept people in line here. We can't just let the Sanctuary fail after everything that's happened,” he said.

Daryl shook his head and paced a small, agitated circle. “Man, s’gonna fail anyway. Nothin’ grows here. It's a damn factory, man. Look, when Negan was around, he needed people to provide for him. It's still the same. Nothin's changed,” Daryl argued.

“It's different now. We give what we give willingly,” Rick retorted.

“And how long's that gonna last? Most of the bridges are out after the big storm. The highway's done. We've scavenged every drop of gas for miles. And we can't make enough corn fuel to run the cars or the trucks. Pretty soon, it's gonna be more than a day's ride from one spot to another.”

“Well, it's on us to figure out how to make it work,” Rick said, leaning forward on the rail again.

“Man, there ain't no ‘us’ anymore. Everyone's everywhere,” he pointed out. “I feel lucky that Y/N and I are even in the same damn place.” He let out another weighty sigh. “That small group we had back in the beginning... plus a few more of the people we picked up along the way, we could do anythin’. That was right. That’s what I know.” Daryl leaned forward beside Rick, chewing on his bottom lip in that signature way.

“Well, you wanna come home to Alexandria, then?” Rick asked. “You and Y/N?”

Daryl shook his head. “No. We'll go back to Hilltop, check on Maggie and the baby.”

“Well, you go, someone's got to take your place here. Rosita and Eugene are headed to Oceanside next. Maggie's sending food, but not people, and Kingdom's got its own problems rebuilding after losing its fighters. If Alexandria sends another person out, I could use the help back home.”

Daryl only let out a small huff.

“We're not together because things have changed,” Rick said again.

Daryl stiffened. “Mm-hmm,” he hummed. His blue eyes turned to Rick again and they were intense. “The thing is, you changed ‘em, Rick.” The tension felt hot and pulsating in the air like liquid mercury. He patted his friend on the shoulder. “But I get it.” And then Daryl took his leave.

On the staircase, Carol backed away as quietly as she could, only to be startled by your voice softly behind her. “Well, that didn’t go great,” you whispered.

Carol turned to face you, her face drawn. “Daryl is right though. Rick shouldn’t have asked that of the two of you after—after everything you went through here. And he should have known Daryl would have a hard time saying no to him.”

You nodded and straightened up, stepping toward her. “Rick’s his brother,” you agreed. “And there really was no one else. But Daryl’s right. We can’t stay here anymore. It’s—it’s wearing him thin.”

“And you?” Carol asked, worried.

You gave her a tight smile and shrugged. But when you spoke again your voice broke. “I’d almost rather be anywhere else…”

Carol nodded knowingly and then grabbed you into a hug. “I’m sorry,” she said. her mind drifted back to her own abuse at the hands of Ed and she felt a swell of affection for you and for Daryl, for both of you taking this on at all after everything… When she pulled back, she cleared her throat, pushing her emotion away. “I’ll—I’ll take over here a while. You and Daryl need to get out. I want to help.”

“Carol—”

“Don’t argue with me. My mind’s made up,” she said firmly.

You nodded. “Okay. Thank you,” you said. “I’m—I’m gonna go talk to Rick,” you said. “Make him understand.”

Carol nodded. “I’ll check on Daryl. Let him know what I’m thinking.”

“Okay. Good idea… Hey—Carol. This is—what you’re doing to help, it’s huge for us. So, thank you.”

She gave you a warm smile and you passed her on your way up the stairs to find Rick. He was still leaning heavily on the railing, clearly in deep thought over his discussion with Daryl. But he turned at the sound of your steps on the metal catwalk and straightened up when he saw you.

“Hey,” you greeted him stopping beside him and also looking down over the factory floor. No one was milling around anymore. Most people had drifted away to bed. “You okay?” you asked, giving him a knowing, sideways glance.

Rick laughed a little wryly and nodded. “Yeah… Just—tryin’ to figure out if and where I went wrong,” he said, clasping his hands together. “Things I’d do differently now…”

You nodded. “You have a lot of weight on your shoulders. Daryl knows that.”

Rick met your eyes again, clearly realizing you’d overhead their conversation somehow.

You straightened up and tilted your head toward the hallway down the catwalk. “Follow me. I want to show you something.”

Rick followed you as you stopped to grab a lantern and then led him down the hallway. This part of the building was mostly empty these days, except for a few people who had carved out some private spaces for themselves. The warm orange glow flickered past many doors and other halls before you turned right and came partially down the next corridor. The nauseous feeling and the heavy pit in your stomach grew as you walked, and before you knew it, your hand was trembling slightly holding the lantern. This place was full of ghosts.

Rick looked at you with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked. The tremble in your hand translated to a shakiness in the shadows cast by the light on the walls and it was easy to see.

“We’re almost there,” you said softly.

You walked in further silence for only another half a minute before you stopped in front of a gaping dark space in the wall, barely bigger than a closet. Rick gave you a questioning look and you lifted the lantern to illuminate it. The floor was filthy with layers of smeared dirt and who-knows what else. “This is where they held us. Me, when my brother and I were captured, and Negan singled me out from my group. And Daryl after the line-up with Alexandria.”

Rick stared at the dirty, dingy space and he could almost see Daryl huddled there in his mind’s eye, wearing that filthy sweatshirt. His brow furrowed and his face contorted.

You pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Your head felt a bit light and foggy. “I—I had the doors that used to be on the cells removed, because—I just couldn’t stand the sight of them closed up like that. I kept—kept imagining Daryl was still in there every time I had to walk past. Or that somehow, I was going to end up back in there.” You glanced over at Rick who was staring straight into the darkness. He watched as you raised your free hand to rub at your bad shoulder, the one Negan’s bullet had pierced. “They took all his clothes at first. Left him in there naked. Cold. Shot. Hungry. Wondering what happened to the rest of you. And the thirst… Then, Dwight humiliated him and they fed him dog food and blasted music to keep him awake. The same song, over and over. Then, they made him work outside in the heat and humidity in that filthy sweatsuit, chaining walkers to the fence for Negan or doing whatever awful chores they could invent. He had to clean up after Negan punished someone, mopping up shit or piss or worse… Dwight made him look at pictures of—of what happened to Glenn and Abraham.” Tears burned in your eyes and Rick’s shut and he dropped his head.

He lifted a hand to wave you off. “I—I understand,” he said in a low voice, his heart breaking. He’d been careless to ask Daryl to come here, too focused on his beautiful dream in the memory of Carl to realize what this would do to you and to Daryl.

“He didn’t want to say no to you when you asked him to come back here. You’re like a brother to him. He didn’t want to let you down even though—it’s literally the last place either of us wants to be.”

Rick sighed heavily and rubbed his hand over his mouth and chin. “I don’t have an excuse… I—I shouldn’t have asked it. Of either of you… I just—I was tryin’ to make this all work.”

You nodded. “I know. So does Daryl. But that doesn’t mean that it hasn’t been… We’ve both been reliving our trauma having to be back here. And we’ve hit our limit. That’s all.”

Rick met your eyes again. You hadn’t even talked about yourself, about what you’d been through here in the cell and with Negan after, not really. You’d mainly focused on Daryl. But Rick could guess well enough what it would have been like for you being one of Negan’s wives and living in that constant fear for your brother and yourself, what you’d had to subject yourself to.

He glanced again at that dark space in the wall. “We’ll figure something out.”

“Carol said she’ll take over here for a while,” you said, turning away from the cell and starting back the way you came.

Rick looked surprised but nodded, walking along beside you.

“I’ll—I’ll stay a couple days to get her going here and up to speed. And then I’ll go meet Daryl in Hilltop.”

“Alright,” Rick nodded. “It’ll have to work for now. But I can’t help thinking it’s a patch on the issue and not a fix.”

You laughed wryly again. “Aren’t most things these days? Rick, Daryl wasn’t wrong about The Sanctuary. It’s a resource sink. It doesn’t produce anything. You’re still going to have to square with that one day. I get what you have been trying to do, making peace with the rest of The Saviors, and not all of them are guilty of the awful things that happened during the war. But things are still festering here under the surface.”

Rick looked over at you, concerned. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged, about ready to part ways with him on the catwalk again. “You saw the graffiti. Negan might be dead but for some of them, it’s not over.” You gave him one last look. “Daryl and I know you have a lot on your plate, but it’s time for us to get the hell outta here. If we don’t… this place will consume us. We can’t move away from what happened while we’re here. It’s like—it’s like having it shoved down our throats every day.”

You took your leave from Rick then, leaving him again in deep thought. You knew where you could find Daryl, at a spot outside he liked to go where most people wouldn’t be able to disturb him. It happened to be someplace the two of you sometimes went to watch the stars. When you got there, stepping just one foot outside the building, you had to smile to yourself. Daryl and Carol were just sitting together, side-by-side, enjoying a moment after being apart for so long. You decided to leave them to it.

You made your way back to the room you and Daryl had claimed together in a different part of The Sanctuary. You hastily changed your clothes and got ready for bed, knowing he’d come find you there when he was ready. And it wasn’t long before he did, coming in to see you already cozied up in the bed you shared, reading a worn paperback.

You smiled as he came in. “Hi,” you said.

He stopped in the doorway and took you in, giving you a small smile back. “Hey. Sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” Daryl drawled, sinking down beside you on the mattress. “I was out sittin’ with Carol.”

“It’s alright. I know you were. I didn’t want to interrupt,” you said, reaching for a strand of his wavy hair and running your fingers down it gently. “You haven’t seen each other for a while.”

“Yeah,” he said, pulling off his boots. “Get this. Ezekiel asked her to marry him,” he said, giving you a conspiratorial look.

You pushed yourself up on the palm of your hand. “Oh my God!” you burst out.

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

“Well? What did she say?!”

“Ah… She ain’t ready yet,” Daryl explained.

“Wow.” You thought of Carol and Ezekiel together after the close call at the museum. They were good for each other. “Maybe someday?” you asked.

Daryl nodded. “Mhm.” His hand came to rest on the graceful curve of your neck. It was cool from the nighttime air. He leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling back just slightly to study the colors in your irises. “Listen—I told Rick—”

“Yeah, I know,” you interrupted him gently. “I could hear the two of you. And Carol talked to me too. She’s gonna take over here for a while.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. So, we can go. We dun have to be here anymore. Figured we can head to Hilltop tomorrow. Check on Maggie and Hershel.”

You nodded and then ducked your eyes. “I’m—I’m gonna stay here with Carol for just a couple more days. Help her get started and settled. Then I can meet you. I’ll take one of the horses.”

Daryl’s brow furrowed. You could see that he was getting ready to argue.

“It’s just a few more days,” you whispered, gently grabbing onto the front of his vest. “It’s the least I can do since she’s doing this for us, leaving her family and world in The Kingdom.”

Daryl’s stomach churned a little, leaving him feeling slightly nauseous. “She’ll have Eugene,” he pointed out.

“Barely. He and Rosita are heading to Oceanside next to get the fishery going.”

Daryl sighed heavily and moved back to sit on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slightly slumped. He was chewing on his bottom lip. You knelt behind him and draped yourself against his back, looping your arms around his neck and burying your face in the curtain of his wavy hair, breathing him in and leaving a kiss on his neck. “It’s just a couple days,” you said again.

He gulped. He didn’t know why, but there was a pit in his stomach. “I dunno…” he mused aloud. “I dun like ya bein’ here without me. Here of all damn places.” His mind went back to that graffiti sprayed on the wall.

“I know. I don’t either. But I want to help Carol as a thank you. And then I’ll come straight to Hilltop.” You moved around to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. “Hey—Look at me,” you urged him. “I can handle myself. Or did you forget?” you teased him, bumping into his shoulder. “It’ll be okay.”

“I know ya can handle yerself. It ain’t that… Somethin’ just—I dunno. Somethin’ dun feel righ’.”

You sighed and nodded knowingly. “It’s never felt right being here.”

“Yeah… maybe tha’s just it. I dunno,” he said finally, but you noted that he still looked slightly troubled. It had been a long day, and his talk with Rick was intense. He stood up and started getting ready to climb in bed with you. You watched the muscles in his back ripple, crisscrossed by his scars, as he pulled off his shirt. You crawled back beneath the sheets and waited until he slipped in beside you.

“C’mere,” he murmured softly to you as he settled into his pillow. You moved into him immediately and he pulled you against him. You tangled your legs with his and gazed into his bright blue eyes. He draped an arm over you and his hand moved to find the hem of your t-shirt before slipping underneath it and pressing against your bare skin, tracing absent patterns on your side, your hip, your back. Daryl leaned in and kissed you, one that was deep and full of wanting.

You felt a pooling of heat expanding in your chest as his lips moved to your neck. Daryl listened to your breathing hitch as he kissed your pulse point and grazed the shell of your ear. His hands wandered over the shape of you beneath the draping of your shirt. In no time, the two of you were completely lost in each other, melting into sensations and quiet gasps of pleasure, bounding hearts and heaving chests, skin on skin. Daryl’s fingers laced between yours, his other hand firm on your hip. Then, after you both reached your blissful highs, you fell asleep in his arms and neither of you woke until the sun was coming up.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You walked with Daryl to his bike and stood beside him as he strapped down his gear, giving him a smile when he looked up at you again.

“Are ya sure ‘bout this? Ya dun have to stay. Carol will be fine,” he said in a low voice. That pit in his stomach had returned almost immediately when he awoke and thought about separating from you.

You gently rested your hands on his sides, stepping in close. “Everything is going to be fine. Go help Maggie. Check on her and Hershel. I’ll see you soon. Okay?”

He looked worried, but nodded. “S’yer call. Two days,” he drawled.

You nodded. “Two days. I promise.”

“Alrigh’…” He leaned in and kissed you deeply, clasping your face and pressing his other hand into the small of your back to pull your body flush against his. You kissed him back heatedly and hungrily and sighed when you broke apart.

“Miss ya already,” he said, breaking contact with you and getting ready to climb onto his bike.

“Same,” you agreed, giving him a tight smile. “Love you,” you added, waiting until the last moment of separating to unlace your fingers from his.

He nodded and studied you, drinking in the view. “You too.”

Then, in a spray of gravel and a cloud of dust he was on his way. You didn’t see him glance back at you over his shoulder before he completely lost sight of The Sanctuary.

You found Carol already on the factory floor standing with Eugene, looking over whatever list of action items were on his clipboard that day. You were absently rubbing your bad shoulder as you came up. It had been aching since the day before. Had revisiting the cell stirred things up? Probably. Carol noticed immediately.

“You okay? Shoulder bothering you?” she asked.

You nodded. “Just a little. The old war wound acting up a bit,” you said with a wry laugh.

Eugene looked up from his clipboard. “I could potentially formulate a topical balm that may relieve some of your chronic pain symptoms, though most ingredients would not sufficiently penetrate the muscle in order to reach the origin of—”

You cut him off with a smile and a laugh. “It’s okay, Eugene. I’m fine. It’s not too bad. What do we need to tackle today?”

The three of you chatted briefly about what needed to be done urgently and then each picked your tasks to start with. Several hours later, you were nearly done trying to treat the small number of plants that were still surviving in the raised garden beds for some kind of insect pest when you were interrupted.

You turned at the sound of footsteps to see one of the Sanctuary residents approaching. You stood and dusted the soil from your gloves. “Hi. What’s up?”

“The guys getting that scrap metal from the upper floors found a water leak. Can you come take a look at it? We might be able to fix it, but we’d probably have to shut the water off completely for a while.”

You sighed heavily and pulled off your gloves. “Always something new, isn’t it?” you said dryly. “Yeah, I’ll come take a look now. Lead the way.”

You passed through the factory floor, noting that the graffiti discovered the day before had been freshly painted over as Daryl had demanded. Carol and Eugene were bent over a table in deep discussion over some new plan. Your stomach flipped as it always did as you passed the oven where Negan used to heat his iron or branding rods. You turned your eyes away.

Soon you were on the upper floors, walking through the dim hallways. It always felt eerily quiet up there. The resident you were following pointed ahead to the next doorway and then stopped to grab some work gloves from a pile of gear set in the hallway. You passed him and stopped in the doorway, expecting to see the group of other people working, but the room was empty. And there was no sign of a water leak. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. “Hey, are you sure this is—”

And then everything went black.

Carol was walking somewhat aimlessly back and forth across the factory floor, weaving through the supplies and little bunched groups of people. She craned her neck trying to see if she could spot you anywhere. The two of you had planned to meet for the evening meal after everyone was done for the day but Carol was suddenly realizing she hadn’t seen you since that morning.

Her stomach began to churn. She bolted toward outside where evening was beginning to fall. The garden beds cast long, deep shadows between them, but she didn’t find you crouched among them. The final place she checked was the room you shared with Daryl, now mainly bare of your items since the two of you had begun packing your belongings to leave. Daryl had already taken his few things away on his bike.

There was no sign of you.

Her heart started to pound. She’d questioned everyone she could think of as to your whereabouts. Where could you possibly be? An anxious thought flitted into her mind. Her stomach tightened into a fist. It wasn’t like you not to arrive somewhere you said you would…

The last thing to do was to search the rarely used upper floors. She knew a crew had been working up there earlier in the day, collecting and hauling scrap metal to be reused to patch the roof and fences. Perhaps something had come up and you were still up there assisting with a problem.

Her boots made a lonely, echoing sound as she rushed around corner after corner. There was a weighty silence and the farther up she wandered, the sicker she felt. Something was seriously wrong. She could feel it in her bones. She called your name out but it strangely didn’t seem to pierce the thick vapor of silence in front of her. Every step increased her heart rate and poured adrenaline into her bloodstream. She felt almost shaky as she loosened her knife in its sheath. Just in case, she thought. In case of what?

Another minute or two passed as she searched. Each moment felt excruciatingly long. And then all of a sudden, her breath caught in her throat. “Oh my God. Y/N!” Carol bolted toward the crumpled form halfway down the hall in front of her. “Oh, God…” The front of your shirt was soaked with blood and you were lying on the cold floor unconscious. Your face was bruised and swollen. There were cuts and smears of blood on your skin. But what held her attention horrifically was that whoever had done this to you had taken a knife and began to carve a word into your chest, just below your collar bone. SA and part of a V. Carol didn’t need to guess what they’d intended to spell. They were making a gruesome point. Her hands shook as they hovered over you for a moment. She said your name again and then gently clasped your face and gripped your arm. She jostled you a little. “Wake up. It’s Carol! Please, wake up!”

You began to stir a little and a grimace contorted your features.

“Oh, thank God,” Carol sighed, hanging her head in relief for a very brief moment before the nausea seemed to rise into her throat again at your condition. “Y/N? Open your eyes, hun!”

You let out a small pained noise and then your eyes did open blearily. You were immediately trying to sit up, pushing yourself up on the palms of your hands but your head felt split in two and your muscles felt rubbery and weak. “Fuck,” you murmured.

“Whoa—okay. Easy! Take it easy!”

You reached up and touched the back of your head. It was swollen with a lump and tender and your fingers came away slightly sticky. You looked down at them and registered the deep color of drying blood. Your chest burned. You looked down to see that the whole front of your shirt was stained crimson. Your body ached and panged with sharp pains. You could feel your heartbeat in your face.

“Is anything broken? Can you stand up?” Carol asked, her brow heavy over her eyes, but the light inside frantic and quickly turning furious.

“I don’t think anything is broken,” you said softly. Your jaw ached. You gave it an exploratory wiggle left and right and immediately regretted it. Your bottom lip was split and swollen. You winced again. “What the fuck?” you murmured. “I mean what the ever-loving, royal fuck?” you growled. The hot rage welling up in you was pushing some of the pain back.

“Let’s just get you up and off the floor, okay? Slowly.” Carol helped you to your feet. Your head swam and you squeezed your eyes shut, not letting go of her hands for a long moment until you felt steadier. Her expression said enough about what you must look like… “What happened? Do you know who did this to you?” she asked.

You shook your head a little, absently pressing a hand to the burning sensation on your chest, but you stopped as the burn surged when your palm landed flush on your skin. You took in a sharp intake of breath through your teeth. “No. Well—I saw one of them… they lured me up here. Told me there was a water leak they found while doing the scrapping and—and then someone hit me on the head from behind and I was knocked out. But I don’t know why. I mean, why me?”

Carol’s expression was taught. Anger swirled in her eyes. She knew exactly why. You couldn’t see it yet, but the word was partially carved into your chest. That graffiti on the wall out on the factory floor was just the tip of the iceberg. Things were rotting here just under the surface, and since you’d once been Negan’s wife, she imagined you were a perfect target for those who wanted to make a point. “Let me see the back of your head,” she said. There was a small split in the skin where you’d been struck, your hair stained rusty red, but she didn’t think you’d need stitches there and she was extremely relieved that it wasn’t worse... not much anyone could do from something like a skull fracture in the apocalypse. She sighed heavily as another flame of rage wicked upwards in her chest. “Okay… Let’s get you back to your room. Hold onto my arm. Can you make it?”

You nodded, gripping her to steady yourself on your shaky legs, and allowed her to lead you away. You glanced back over your shoulder and were sickened to see the smears of your blood shockingly deep red on the tile behind you.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Carol had you sitting on the edge of your bed and she set down a first aid kit beside you. You were looking up at her from behind a wall of swelling and bruising on your face. You tenderly wiggled your jaw again, testing opening and closing your mouth. It felt ready to lock up. She could tell from the way you’d moved on the walk back and how you were slumped slightly forward now that there was probably substantial bruising beneath your clothes that she couldn’t see. Your movements were tentative and cautious.

You hadn’t looked in the mirror yet. You were afraid to. The pain was bad enough. The fogginess in your head was bad enough. You were worried if you saw the results of the beating, it would only make it worse, more real.

Carol began unpacking supplies. “Tell me everything you remember,” she said gently.

You shook your head. “Not much. Like I said, I was out working in the raised garden beds and somebody came up to me.”

“Who?” Carol pressed you. “If you don’t know their name, what did they look like?”

“Uhh… his name starts with a ‘G’ I think… Give me a second.” You filed through names in your head until you got the right one. “Graham. I think that’s it… He’s tall. Long black hair past his shoulders.”

“Okay,” Carol nodded, opening an alcohol swab. “What did he say exactly?”

“He asked if I could come look at a leak they found while they were moving all the scrap metal. He said they thought they could fix it but they’d have to turn the water off. I went to see and I was barely in the doorway of the room he pointed out. There wasn’t a water leak. I was just standing there, about to say something and—something hit the back of my head. I don’t really remember anything after that. Some foggy pain maybe but… mostly nothing.”

“Do you think there were others waiting up there? Or could it have just been him?” Carol asked, dabbing at a wound on the side of your face. You shut your eyes from the fumes of the alcohol. She was starting to worry about just how many traitors could be in the walls.

“There was at least one other person. When I got hit, I was looking back at him ten feet away from me down the hall.”

Carol sighed heavily and nodded. “Okay.” Her eyes drifted down to the cruelly carved letters on your chest. Your chin tilted down as you tried to look but her hand on your shoulder stopped you. “Hold on,” she said. Her face contorted with emotion she was trying to hold back. “Better you see this now. I’m so sorry.”

You gave her a perplexed look. You knew you were beat up but what was she—

Carol grabbed the small mirror off the little sink in the corner and held it up so you could see yourself for the first time. Initially, all you saw was the swelling and bruising on your face but then your breath caught in your throat. S-A- and part of a V, cut into your skin. The cuts were deep and she had already had to apply some butterfly bandages to hold certain spots closed. No wonder your skin had burned and stung there since you came back to consciousness.

You felt like you were about to be sick and Carol must have seen you pale because she hastily put down the mirror and gripped your shoulders again as if she was afraid you were going to faint. “Whoa. Deep breaths.”

Your eyes shut and you did your best to swallow down the nausea. “What the fuck,” you muttered, reeling. You blinked away angry tears.

“I’m so sorry,” she said again. “It’ll be okay. We’ll get you cleaned up and then I think I have some of my special ointment in my bag. If you apply it at least once a day it’ll minimize any scarring…”

You let out a wry laugh. “Minimize,” you repeated. “But I’ll still have half of ‘Saviors’ carved into me for the rest of my life.” Tears burned in your eyes again. It wasn’t bad enough what you had gone through with Negan, with his men, with the war—now this? Would it ever be over?

Carol winced. “I’m so sorry… I had no idea things were this bad here.”

You sniffled and mopped gently at the tears that had broken out onto your cheeks. “I knew they were pretty bad but—can’t say I saw anything like this coming.”

“Well, who could? It’s—horrific.” She gave you a sympathetic look and then surprised you by pulling you gently into a hug for a long moment. Her eyes were teary now too when she pulled back, but she pulled herself together quickly. Back to business, she returned to the first aid kit and continued her ministrations. Your mind was endlessly turning.

“I wonder why they didn’t finish,” you suddenly said softly.

“Mmm,” Carol hummed, nodding, tossing down another soiled gauze pad and reaching for a new one. “They must have gotten interrupted. Maybe heard someone in that part of the building.”

Your eyes lifted and met hers. She paused at the expression on your face. “Do you think they were going to kill me? Leave me there with—with this cut into me to make a statement?”

Carol’s mouth dropped open and she shook her head. “I don’t—I don’t know,” she said, trying to keep her tone flat. Your question had been asked matter-of-factly and Carol was suddenly reminded of all you had gone through in the war and even before any of them had met you, when you’d just been a stranger with a mysterious backstory. “But obviously they knew they couldn’t take you in a fair fight. Fucking cowards,” she growled. “Had to ambush you to even have a chance.”

You sighed, shaking your head again, your eyes dropping to your hands. “They sure beat the shit out of me though,” you mused aloud. “It’s probably good Daryl isn’t here. He’d lose it,” you said, fiddling with another gauze pad which Carol took out of your hands and taped down over the now cleaned cuts below your collarbone.

She cleared her throat. “About that…”

You met her blue eyes again. “You radioed him? He’s probably way out of range by now. He’s probably already in Hilltop,” you said.

“Rosita rode out on the quad immediately to get within range. Eugene is doing a headcount as we speak to see who, if anyone, is missing…”

Another wry laugh left you and you nodded. “That’s why you took so long. And I just thought you couldn’t find the damn kit,” you said, shooting her a look, tears burning in your eyes. “Daryl is gonna go on a rampage,” you said softly.

Carol nodded. “Probably. But he should be here with you. And if I didn’t radio him, I’d be on the receiving end of that rampage. And I think we should focus it on the assholes that did this to you instead.”

You nodded and a sob tried to burst out of you. You suppressed it as best you could and it came out as a hitched breath. “Yeah,” you said, your voice a little strained.

Carol quickly grabbed you into a hug again. “Everything is going to be okay. Daryl will be here soon and we will figure this out.”

You hugged her back and nodded into her shoulder, grateful again for your found family.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Daryl was there in an hour, stomping through The Sanctuary with Eugene at his heels, mostly ignoring the stream of words out of the mullet-headed Texan’s mouth. Rosita finally grabbed Eugene’s arm and stopped him, clearly realizing Daryl wasn’t hearing a word of it, didn’t give a shit about anything but going to see you. He was at the door of the little room the two of you had shared before anyone could come to tell you he’d arrived.

Daryl froze and made himself knock lightly, rather than barely in. The last thing he wanted was to startle you. His stomach turned as he waited to hear your voice on the other side, inviting him in. “S’me,” he drawled, the jittery feeling that permeated his body translating to an ever-so-slight tremble in his voice.

You sat up in bed. “Come in,” you said hurriedly, already feeling the tears burning in your eyes again. You were in clean clothes now and thoroughly patched up thanks to Carol, but that wasn’t going to change how rough you looked and how hard it was going to be for Daryl to see it.

The door opened slowly, measuredly, and he took shape in the doorway. He froze for only a split second as his eyes roamed over your face, taking in the swelling and already deep purple bruises. Then he rushed to you and hugged you in against him gently. That was all it took for you to go to pieces against him, clinging to his leather jacket. “Jesus, what the hell did they do to ya? ‘M sorry. ‘M so sorry I wasn’t here. I shouldn’ta left ya. ‘M so sorry, babe. I shoulda been here,” he said into your hair, kissing you on the top of the head, holding you gently so he wouldn’t hurt you but firmly so you knew you were safe.

You sniffled and mopped the tears from your cheeks as he clasped your face and brushed your hair back. “Don’t—don’t apologize. It’s not your fault,” you said, looking up into his blue eyes. They were stormy and turbulent. “You couldn’t know…”

“Lemme see ya,” he said, looking you over. His heart ached as you showed him the bruising on your stomach and ribs. “Sit back. Rest,” he said, climbing into bed beside you where you were propped up against the headboard and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You tucked in against him. He left a kiss in your hair again.

“Did—did Rosita tell you what they—that—”

Daryl’s brow furrowed. “She didn’t tell me anything specific except that some assholes had hurt ya bad, beat ya up, and that I needed to get back here,” he said. “Tell me what?” His stomach churned around a hard knot. His mind began inventing all kinds of horrific scenarios immediately. What did you mean?

You could see him whirling and quickly tried to explain. “I was unconscious but—” Your hand landed on the gauze pad taped over the wounds below your collarbone. His eyes flitted down to it. “They used a knife and—” You couldn’t get any more words out so you simply lifted the bandage to show him, gingerly peeling back the medical tape and bandaging. Daryl froze completely. Every part of him stilled. He stared at the brutality someone had inflicted on you and hot rage boiled inside him. More tears leaked out onto your cheeks as you saw what it was doing to him to see that on you. You hastily covered it back up.

He softened again, coming back to himself, letting his anger flow away, and wiped the tears from your face with his thumbs. “Hey—it don’t matter to me what they—how they marked ya like that. Ya know that, right? Ya got every right to feel however ya feel ‘bout it. Ya do. But to me—” He shook his head. “It don’t matter, okay? I just see you. It’s all gonna be alrigh’.”

You collapsed into him again, finally letting yourself completely break down, wondering how the fuck you’d gotten so lucky as to find this man. He held you against his chest, his strong arms securely around you. He could feel the bump on the back of your head where they’d hit you. He could feel the swelling on your face and under your clothes, and he internally yelled at himself for leaving you behind, even if it was only supposed to be for a couple days, even though no one would have guessed that anything like this would happen, even though he knew how strong and capable you were. “‘M so sorry,” he murmured again. “I shouldn’t have left ya here… here of all places, with them.” His hands clenched into fists. “I’m gonna track down every one of these assholes and put ‘em in the fuckin’ ground,” he growled.

You couldn’t stand him blaming himself and you pulled yourself together. “It’s not your fault, Daryl. And—maybe… maybe I should have known something like this could happen…”

His brow furrowed. “What do ya mean?” He took a beat, his heart seemingly suspended somewhere in a gaping space that had opened in his chest. “Did somethin’ happen before this?”

You bit your bottom lip, your eyes still glassy. “No. No, not exactly. Nothing happened. I mean, people have—said things to me before. Made comments. I just—”

Daryl frowned, his brow heavy over his eyes, casting them in a deep shadow. “Like what? What kinda comments?”

You sighed and turned to face him more fully. You rested your hands on his sides. “Just—little shitty things. Because of what I’d been here,” you explained. “As Negan’s wife…”

Daryl was boiling again inside with anger. “Ya weren’t ever his wife,” he said. “That word means somethin’ else.” Your fingers went to touch the wedding band on your ring finger, the one Daryl had made with his own hands and given to you.

“Yeah. I know. It doesn’t matter,” you said quickly. “I just wrote them off and I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want it to be a big deal and I knew how upset you’d get. It just felt like shitty people being shitty at the time. Mostly…”

“Mostly,” he growled.

“I never thought anything like this would happen. I should’ve told you. I’m sorry.”

Daryl sighed and ducked his head, running his hands gently up and down the soft bare skin on your arms, marred with bruises and abrasions. “Don’t apologize. Ya didn’t do anythin’ wrong. I get why ya didn’t tell me… and yer righ’. I woulda beat the shit out of anybody sayin’ or doin’ anythin’ like that to ya. But tha’s my job. I wanna protect you.”

“I know,” you said. “We’ve just had so much on our plate here. I didn’t want to add something else. And I never thought—I didn’t think—” You grimaced as a wave of pain and dizziness hit you.

“I know. I know. Hey—it’s okay. We’ve talked ‘bout this enough. Ya need to rest. ‘M here now. S’okay.”

“I am really tired,” you agreed, shutting your eyes and waiting for the lightheaded feeling to pass.

He clasped your face again, his eyes flickering from this injury to that, and then he kissed your swollen lips as gently as he could. You managed to give him an overwhelmed, somewhat sad smile which he returned. “C’mon. Let’s lay down.”

Daryl helped you settle down on the mattress and fitted himself beside you. You tucked yourself against his body, breathed in his smell and safety, and shut your eyes. His fingers brushed through your hair, reassuring and grounding.

_ _ _ _ _ _

The next morning Daryl was awake early while you slept on. He carefully, ever so slowly slipped out of bed and pulled a change of clothes on. He snuck out and headed to find Carol, Eugene, and Rosita.

He spotted Eugene first and nudged his head up in a nod as a greeting. “Well, what d’ya got to tell me?” Daryl asked hurriedly.

“We were short five of the former Saviors at the headcount last night, and five again this mornin’. Carol and Rosita have been questionin’ people all night. We don’t think anyone here knew anything about it. They weren’t exactly gentle with their lines of inquiry.”

Daryl rubbed a hand over his mouth and nodded thoughtfully. “Alrigh’. As I thought then... Cowards took off right afterwards.”

“Indeed. I suspect they knew Justice’s hammer would fall hard and swift on them once their atrocious deed was discovered,” Eugene agreed. “No way to know now where they’re headed.”

Daryl sighed. “Hopefully righ’ into a fuckin’ herd of walkers,” he drawled. “Alrigh’. Well, we need to send out runners to get word out to The Kingdom and Alexandria so ev’rybody can watch out for those pieces of shit... Y/N and I will take news to Hilltop today, and keep our eyes open for any sign of ‘em on the way. If I get sight of ‘em, I’mma strangle ‘em with my bare fuckin’ hands…” He sighed again, even more heavily this time. “Thanks. For everythin’ ya’ll did last night.”

“Of course,” Eugene said sincerely. “How is her condition today?”

Daryl sighed and shook his head. “She’s still asleep. She was exhausted. ‘M gonna get back up there. I dun want her wakin’ up here alone and ‘m still afraid there could be somebody in here—” he hesitated to speak his fear lest it become real. “She’ll be alrigh’. She’s tough. But she was shaken up pretty good and I can’t believe how bad they beat her up... and what they did,” he said vaguely, referring to the letterds on your skin. “But she’ll be okay.” He patted Eugene on the shoulder gratefully and headed straight back to you.

_ _ _ _ _ _

With hasty goodbyes and thank you’s to your close, chosen family, still at The Sanctuary you departed for Hilltop on the back of Daryl’s bike. You held extra tightly to him the whole way, and often his right hand left the handlebars to smooth over yours for a moment. The Sanctuary shrank smaller and smaller behind you and then disappeared into a cloud of dust. Neither of you knew it at the time, but you’d never come to that place again while it was a semi-functional community. It would be only ruins when you sheltered there during the storm eight years after the war.

On arriving at Hilltop, Maggie threw her arms around you and tears of shock filled her eyes when she saw your bruised and swollen face. Enid insisted on checking you over again, but gave you the all clear after much expressed anger and concern. Maggie quickly carved out a space for you and Daryl to stay, close to the room she shared with baby Hershel in the big house up on the hill.

Your body had stiffened overnight and on the bike ride. Every movement caused aches and pains to shoot through you and Daryl was attentive and worried as you settled into your new home. When you settled into bed at first, Daryl kissed every part of you where he could see a bruise or injury. His fingers were light and gentle on your skin, and you were amazed as you always were that he could be so soft when he was so strong. Finally, the sun sank below the horizon and you were again laying side by side, your head tucked up under his chin, listening to the whoosh of air in his lungs and his steady heartbeat.

“I had an idea,” you said softly, breaking a long but comfortable silence.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“Maybe when I’m all healed up, if—if it scars bad, I can get someone to do a tattoo over it to cover it up.”

Daryl smiled. You were already thinking ahead to the future, thinking of solutions. That was a good sign. He hugged you more tightly against him. “What would ya get?”

“I don’t know. Something pretty… to cover up something so ugly,” you mused aloud. “Like, there are these flowers that only bloom once in their lifetime and it can take decades to happen.”

“Nah, tha’s no good,” Daryl said quickly.

“What? Why?” you asked, looking up at him with surprise from beneath your lashes.

“It don’t fit ya. Yer bloomin’ all the time. Every day. Ya always have been, even when ya couldn’t see it,” he drawled. He pressed a kiss softly to your forehead.

You smiled at him sleepily.

“Was that too cheesy?” he asked with a gruff laugh.

“No. It was just the right amount,” you said. “Okay… maybe I’ll just get ‘Property of Daryl Dixon’,” you joked.

“No good. Ya ain’t nobody’s property. Ya belong only to yerself. ‘M just lucky that you share with me,” he said, his fingertips tracing vague shapes on the bare skin of your hip, exposed from the way your shirt had draped.

You sighed and nuzzled in against his neck. “I was only kidding,” you said, closing your eyes.

“I know. But it’s true.”

You yawned. “Maybe. But I do also belong to you, by my choice. I have since that night you fell through that rotten floor,” you said with a laugh. Daryl’s chest moved as he joined you with a low chuckle. In another minute, you were asleep. Daryl whispered ‘I love you’ into your hair, and shut his eyes too.

He meant what he’d said—he’d find whoever had hurt you and end them if he could, but after that, he wouldn’t allow the shadow of the past to dim another day. He’d walk with you forward, facing the sun in the same way you’d been doing together since the end of the war. And he hoped this time all of it, all the Saviors, The Sanctuary, the fear and pain, was really behind both of you.

#sacrifice #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl fanfic

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ill-say-anything-i-hafta · 1 month

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I wrote a Jack & Crutchie story for @loiteringandlurking re: his post about Jack who is an amputee.

One-Handed

In the circulation yard, Crutchie watches the new kid with the knotted-up shirt sleeve, watches how he holds the top of his bag open with his stump and then shoves the papes in one-handed. Crutchie knows that dance; he's got two good arms himself, but one of 'em's always occupied. It ain't as easy as it looks.

Kid says his name is Jack. He's straight from a factory job -- by way of the charity hospital on Hudson Street -- and can't hawk a headline for shit, but he can tie a bootlace real tight, a hard-won skill he's clearly proud of. First, he does up the dangling lace on Crutchie's bad foot. Then he tackles the other side for good measure. Double knots on both scuffed boots. And Crutchie lets him. For once, he don't care who sees him getting help because it makes the guy so happy.

Crutchie lets Jack follow him around, too. Teaches him the ropes. Why not?

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August in the crowded dormitory bedroom, hot and airless. Most of the boys have stripped to their undershirts, including Jack, sprawled out on his bottom bunk. Crutchie glances quickly away from the place where his right forearm abruptly ends, the scar still red and angry, and looks down at the sketch slowly developing. A nighttime scene in a desolate place, a wolf howling next to twin pine trees, mountains in the background, a crescent moon riding overhead. Jack scratches his pencil along the wolf's back. His neck flushes with frustration. He still ain't used to drawing with his left hand.

"Looks real good," Crutchie says quietly.

Jack spits out the rubber eraser he's been holding in his teeth. It lands on his pillow and Crutchie waits for him to say something mean. But he only uses the eraser to rub at some of the smudges. "Not every day you gets to see talent like this up close, huh?"

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Someone sends word that Jack's old man is doing poorly, so he stops by with a carton of cigarettes he bought. The place is a tenement on Mulberry, prostitutes coming and going. Jack insists that Crutchie wait on the stoop to protect their pile of newly bought evening Worlds. He's back in less than ten minutes, looking slightly out of breath.

"If he lives so close, how come you don't stay with him?"

"Well, I used to," Jack says, though that don't answer the question at all.

"He hit ya?"

"Nah, never." Jack seems to realize he's walking too fast and slows his pace. "Sorry. I think maybe ... I think seein' me makes him feel bad. So I just don't go by there too much."

Crutchie knows exactly what Jack means, and it makes him mad. He stops in the middle of the street to call the headline to an old woman in a kerchief. Jack waits, lighting a cigarette one-handed, while Crutchie juggles his crutch to make change. "You's still a kid," he says. "Your pops should be helpin' you out. If he ain't gonna do that, the least he could do is be proud of how good you is doin'."

"He don't need to be proud. I's just livin my life," Jack says. "Not everybody's gonna understand." He slings his good arm around Crutchie's shoulders. "But I got you."

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Ladies like Crutchie. They always have. They want to help him; they buy his papes and sometimes they gives him food and things. But it's girls that like Jack Kelly -- girls their same age.

And Jack seems to like them back, too. He'll pick someone out special to pass the time with, take her to the music halls -- he can sell a hundred twenty papes on a good day and always burns through his money -- draw pictures for her, tell her all about the Wild West. When the boys at Duane Street tease him, Jack tells them to shut up: this is the one.

Somehow, none of them girls ever is. But when it ends, Jack don't seem too heartbroken. Nothing bothers Jack, nothing Crutchie has ever seen.

Maybe he is the wolf in the picture. Maybe he is the moon.

Seems awfully lonesome.

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When Jack talks about New Mexico, Crutchie can't help but worry. He's been working to support himself ever since he was eight, but he's only ever done the kind of jobs people think a cripple can do. Who says anybody would hire guys like them them for farm labor?

Jack hooks his right arm over the top rung of the fire escape ladder and reaches his hand down to take the crutch. He says, "We'll just hafta show 'em, pal. We can find a way to do most anything we wants to. Can't we?" And he pulls Crutchie up behind him.

They stand together on top of the world. No mountains, no majestic pines. Just them and the buildings that crowd all around them, the landscape of the city where he was born. Life ain't fair; he's always knowed that. But in this moment, Crutchie thinks what Jack says might be true.

Because he ain't never felt sorry for Jack, not for a minute. Why would he? Maybe there is folks out there who won't feel sorry for him neither, who will see him for all that he is.

FIN.

#jack and crutchie are bros #why did i write this?#amputee jack kelly #disability solidarity #jack kelly #crutchie morris #newsies #livesies #newsies fanfic #jackcrutchie #tw ableist language #bonnie's newsies aus

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wayfayrr · 9 months

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Cannibros the interlude with cal and wild

this was written with my lovely wives @angry-trashcan and @neverchecking <333 It's a continuation of these two fics! It was so stupidly fun to write - like anything working with my wives <3 - and this time no one gets eaten! It's about 4.5k words of househusband au world building and is just <33

“Wild was gonna light someone on fire. No, not quite a someone. That would infer they were little more than a pest he was gonna squash between his toes. Little more than a dead cockroach walking. Wild would show that little shit what was coming to him. It was just a matter of time before he slipped up and Wild could pin him in a corner and give him the worst wedgie he’s ever received-

“Woah there, champ-” Twilight quickly grasped his arm, slowing the stewing teen down to a halt. “What’s got your britches in a bunch?”

“That little, no good, down right awful, bottom feeding, waste of a good set of lungs-”

Twilight raised a brow. “...Are-...Are you talking about Wind?”

Wild fought the urge to hiss at the name of ‘He-who-Shall-Not-be-Named’. “Don’t say his name.”

“...Enil-?”

This time Wild did hiss, throwing up his hands with his fingers curled into claws.”DON’T-”

“DAD! DAD WILD WON’T STOP CALLING ME INSULTS!”

“Mother fucker…”

“Great, you see what you did Twi, you encouraged him”

Nursing the fresh bite on his arm that he got as wind struggled out of his hold that he barely managed to get him into, barely, barely getting him and twilight interfered. Now all he has to show for it is the growing bruise on his forearm.

“GET BACK HERE YOU LIL’ SHIT!”

“You two need to cut the shit.” Twilight hissed, grabbing at Wild’s arm.

“He need to leave me alone!” Wind cried out, running around Sage’s back and hiding behind it.

“I need to eat you fuckin’ alive.” Wild yelled lunging towards Wind. Wind cried out, hiding behind Sage completely. Sage rolled his eyes, laughing a bit. Twilight did the same.

“I think you two need to go to bed is what needs to happen.” Sage pulled Wind around to the front of him before pushing him in the direction of his room.

“Dad he’s going to kill me!”

“He ain’t gonna kill ya.” Twilight laughed, doing the same to Wild with a small huff.

“You don’t KNOW that, though!” The kid retaliated, turning to watch Wild snarl at him like some form of predator. He wasn’t scared of Wild, oh no, but he did want to save his poor ego the blow once Wind kicked his butt.

“You have my scout’s honor, pup.” Twilight winked. It did not reassure Wind. Twilight was not, was never, and probably would be a Scout.

He was going to die. And they were going to let it happen. He knew he should’ve donated Wild to the local animal rescue when he had the chance.

“Are you two still fighting over the last kinder?”

“Stay out of this cal.”

“So you are then?”

His smug look did nothing to help calm wild down, and seeing the look worsening like that did nothing to help reassure wind either. Not that it was supposed to. Cal being the “innocent” one that he is could afford to rile them up all he pleased but never have the blame fall onto him. Why would the top of the class student do that after all? “Wind shouldn’t have taken something that wasn’t his, He knew it was mine.”

“He’s a pirate - he was a pirate, can you blame him?”

Something about that little bit actually stuck wind worse than anything else that was said to him by wild earlier. The reminder that the things he cared for like that were stuck far in his past now.

Wind froze in his spot, looking down. “You didn’t have to fuckin’ remind me.” He whispered, turning to the hallway. “The damn egg is in the second drawer in the kitchen. You can have it.”

Cal watched as he went down the hallway before Wild hit the back of his head, “You idiot. Why’d you say that?!” He rubbed the place he hit him, not looking away from the hallway. “Did you get some kinda joy out of that?”

Cal shook his head, “No, I just wanted you to shut up. It was annoying.”

Wild hit him again, this time in the ribs. “You’re fuckin’ annoying.” He turned to the hallway himself, making his way to the twin’s shared room.

“Calcifer, that wasn’t okay. You know that.”

“How would you know what’s okay? Your moral train isn’t exactly linear.” Cal snarled angrily, hackles raising as he watched Sage carefully. Something flickered in his gaze, something quick and something damn near dangerous before it fell away. A twinge of regret bubbled in his gut at the reminder that he had hurt Wind in his anger, an innocent party in all of this really (Well, Semi-innocent, he did steal that damn-forsaken egg). But Wind was gone and all that was left in front of him was Twilight and Sage. Twilight, who he was sure was in on it as well and Sage. The mastermind behind it all. He didn’t think of Sage as overly smart, but since the revelation a part of him knew better. Sage was smarter than the rest of them thought he was.

“I have enough of one to still know what is and isn’t right.” “...”

The dirty glare leveled towards his “father” was enough to both chill the room and clue them into the fact that he knows something that by Sage’s standards he shouldn’t. Not enough to know what it is that he knows, but enough to know.

“You should keep a closer eye on Wind, you don’t want him learning the wrong things, do you?”

“What are you implying with that Calcifer… what would I ever need to be careful of him learning, I know what to be careful of.”

“Well after all you and I are rather similar… I’m just… better.”

The silence was enough to chill the room even further, making it easily mistaken for a freezer, clearly he said something that pushed Sage’s limits.

Sage’s eyes were like daggers on the boy. “I think you should go to bed, too.”

“You’re trying to send me off too?”

“Cal-”

“The only use for a motor not meant to start, is to become an expendable part.” Cal breathed out, looking to the ground.

“Cal, I agree. Go to bed.” Sky spoke up, standing from the table.

Cal looked over to him, his eyes void of anything signifigant. “You too? You’re just going to push me away?”

“That’s not what I’m saying-”

“Goodnight.” Cal turned to the hallway, his hands digging into the pockets of his pajama pants as he did. He rolled the recorder over in his hand, flipping the switch to the ‘off’ position. He sighed heavily before he opened the door to his shared room

Left behind, eyes trailing after the boy, Sage felt his lips fall into a scowl. How dare he. Did he not understand what Sage had given up for him? For them? For this Family?! And for him to imply that he did something immoral to get what he wanted?

,,,He was right, but that wasn’t the point. He shouldn’t have suspected anything to begin with. Sage’s ear flickered as he licked at his gums. Calcifer was digging into things he shouldn’t be. And that was dangerous. Didn’t he see that? Did he not see that everything Sage was doing was for them?

Slapping on a grin, he turned to Sky and Twilight. They watched him carefully. “You guys should head to bed too. It’s been a night.”

They exchanged a look. Twilight took the initiative. “What about ya’?”

Sage waved him off, “I’ll be right there. I’m just gonna go check in on Wars. Maybe check in with Wind. Won’t be too long. Don’t worry about me.”

“.... don’t - I shouldn’t - I … I didn’t want to.”

“Well then little interloper, how are you holding up.”

Wars’ already quiet speaking silenced as he made his presence known next to him, the traumatised mumbles turning to sheer fear at the instigator standing - no - sitting by him. Sage’s eyes giving away how he truly feels about the whole situation, a small amount of apprehension but at the same time there was also some sick and twisted pride in his eyes. Pride at seeing the captain so broken before him.

“Do you think you’ll crack anytime soon now captain? Or have I solidified your resolve enough to prevent anything that you could regret?”

“Take your time, there’s not too much of a rush to answer.”

Warriors didn’t look up from the bed, only listening to his words. Was he going to crack? What kind of question was that?! “I-” He fell short on words again, his breathing breaking back into short sobs.

“Oh, come on, none of that now.” Sage patted his back in a hardy manner, causing Wars to lean forward with every hit.

He tried to stuffle in his crying, daring to look up at Sage who was looking across the room. “You didn’t tell Legend already, did you?”

“No! No-I would-”

“Good boy.” He patted his back again, looking over to him. “Now, if you’re alright, and gonna keep your mouth shut, I’m going to bed.” He stood from the bed, using Wars’ shoulder for support as he did so. Once he reached the door, he turned back to him. “Sleep well, don’t let the nightmares in.” He closed the door behind him.

That was problem one taken care of, now all that was left was the other one. Turning on his heel, he made his way to Cal’s room, a fire of pure fury igniting in his gut. He’d get to the bottom of this. If it was the last thing he did.

<><><><>

Cal was pacing back and forth in front of his bed, the black screen of his switch staring up at him from where it laid on his bed. This was bad. So very bad. Sage was onto him. Sage was onto him and now it was just a matter of time before he was hunted down and pinned to the wall, having answers demanded from him left and right. If he was lucky, it would just be Sage. Twilight and Sky would be sent off to bed to minimise the damage.

So it would just be Sage. Him and Sage. Alone. It would be fine.

The door behind him slammed open and Cal whipped around, fingers twitching towards his bedside drawer. However, the blond he was expecting was not the one standing there. Wild was watching him carefully, a brow raised and pulling at his scars. “...Hey there, buddy…” He muttered, waving slowly.

“HI- Hey….” Cal shook his head, resting his hands by his side once more. “Hello, Wild.”

“...You doing…okay? You really crossed a line back there.” Wild prodded, eyes watching the other’s figure before falling to the bed. “What’s that?”

“Don’t worry about it Atlas, it’s one of my roommates' things at uni. They just asked me to look after it.”

“Come onnnnn Cal, we share everything - We’re twins remember, we don’t do things alone.”

Cal’s face looked purely regretful and upset for a split second, knowing that they aren’t related - not in that way, more in the same person way. And that was all it took for Wild - for his brother to know that there is something heavy weighing on his mind. Something he needed to press for the details on.

“Whatever it is, it’s making you feel bad. Couldn’t you just give it back to them?”

“Not for a while. Till I get back to uni at the earliest.”

“Why not just hide it then, so then you don't have to worry about it? Or you know… tell me what it is to get it off of your mind??”

“No, it’s something I need to think on myself more.”

“Caaaalllllll-”

“I said no, Atlas.” Wild huffed, making his way to his own bed and sitting on it.

“You never share anything with me. You think you’re so much better than me since you went off to uni.”

“Wild-”

“It’s true! You can’t say it’s not!”

“It’s not true! I think you’re great!” Cal turned and faced his brother, throwing his arms open wide as he did.

“Oh, shut up. You know it’s the truth! I’m a no good wash up! That’s why Sky is only paying for your college and not mine. That’s why they still see me as a kid and not you. I’m older than you! Even if only by a few minutes but still!”

“Atlas, can you listen to me, pleas-”

“NO! I won’t listen to you! I’m tired of always listening to you!” WIld stood, pacing the room.

“Wild!”

His head shot over at his other name, “Don’t you dare call me that.”

“You need to listen to me and listen to me closely.”

“I already told you! I’m-”

“Wild- Atlas. This is important.”

“Oh, so it’s only important when it comes to things about you, huh? Because perfect Calcifer can do no wrong. Only fuck-up Atlas, right?” Wild shook his head, giving Cal the chance to close in, clamping his hands around the other’s arms.

“Listen.” He began, swallowing harshly. His eyes went from the switch to Wild. This wasn’t Wind, so he had a shot. Wind believed everything Sage told him, no qualms about it. But Wild? Wild wasn’t tethered to the same degree Wind was. Cal could find an ally in his Twin. “This…This world? It…It’s not ours.”

Wild scoffed, in his face like a heathen, trying to shrug off the hands. “Your crazy- Can you get your hands off’a me? Jeez, what have they been feeding you at Uni?”

“What have they been feeding you here is the real question.” Cal tightened his grip, a crazed look in his eye. “Atlas, I need you to listen very carefully-”

“We. Are. Not. From. Earth.”

“The thing you were asking me about, I’ll show you it, I’ll answer any questions you have. Just listen to me very carefully and you cannot. I repeat CANNOT tell Sage, or ANYONE what I’m going to tell you. Understood?”

Sheer aggression thinly veiled within Cal’s voice gave Wild the impression that his brother was being deathly serious, that despite his own feelings this was more important than him. That this trust wasn’t something to be toyed with, that if it was broken it would be impossible to repair.

“...okay.”

Breathing a sigh of relief cal, after checking the door was shut and unable to be opened took his switch and powered it on, briefly creating an account with a profile picture sharing his brothers face. Opening a game with it, so that he could have the full experience.

“I know ‘dad’ said games were bad, but just - just play it. Then tell me what you can remember.”

Handing the switch over to wild with a more pleading look now he got his first look at the game opened.

“Breath of the wild? What’s so important about it?”

“Please, just play it for a while before you ask questions. I am sure they will all be answered.”

Wild blew hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear and looking back down at the game in his hands. “How do I play?”

“It’ll tell you. Just read what it says. Use that stick to move.” Cal pointed out the joy stick, showing him how it worked.

Wild fell into silence watching the beginning cut scene. Cal’s eyes went between the screen and Wild’s, watching, waiting, for something. He went through the basic tutorial easily enough, claiming the Sheikah slate for his own and climbing out of the shrine. Conventaly missing the chests of clothes on his way. The doors opened, Link shielding his eyes from the bright sun as he stepped outside and onto the grass. Once he reached the edge of the cliff, Wild’s eyes went wide.

“This is… really pretty…” He muttered, eyes glancing about the screen. Cal took a few jagged breaths.

“That- That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“...should there be more?”

“...Yes?!” Cal was gonna commit a crime. “There should be so much more- I just- We don’t have time for this. Give me that.” While he demanded the switch back, he really just took it, exiting out to the menu once more. The profiles were switched over quickly as Cal reopened the game. This time, instead of the character stumbling out of a weird cave, Link was standing in front of some sort of house. It was beige and stone, with a sign in front. Cal moved the character forward for a second before opening the inventory and switching screens, clicking on some sort of block. The screen faded to black and it was handed back to Wild, who watched with wide eyes. The colors on screen flashed across his face, brown then an assortment of reds and blues. Rapid beeping and hurried footsteps rang out and Wild’s eyes widened, jaw hanging open.

Cal swallowed.

The doorknob to their room shook for a second. Then a knock. “Boys?”

Cal choked on his spit. Wild was still watching the memory playback, eyes now gleaming with the shine of unshed pearls, unresponsive to anything else around him. The knock cam back harder, faster, more desperate. Everything in Cal’s body was screaming at him. He knows, he knows, he knows, he knows, he knows, he knows- “Yeah, dad?”

Cal’s voice quivered.

“Can we talk?”

“I-If you give us a minu-ute! I’m changing! I spilt something onto my shirt and it spread and I’m soaked so I’m - I’ll just be a few minutes!”

Please, oh please, just let him believe it. Just get enough time to get changed and rip the switch away from wild, to let him get the hint he needs to lie. It should be easy, it’ll be fine, everything will be fine, he’s the better one.

…

And the knocking paused, intime with Cal’s own heart.

“Okay. I’ll give you a few minutes to change - if you’re not in the main room, both of you, in ten minutes I’m coming into your room.”

Ten minutes. Ten minutes is perfect, he can change, he can come up with a somewhat convincing lie to get out of this, hide the switch and get a video alibi on his phone to claim why wild is so upset.

He can do this.

He can - Wild is crying. He’s full on crying.

what , no - no he wasn’t supposed to get this upset, he was - he just wanted him to understand.

He watched the screen closely as he pulled his shirt over his head, digging another one out of a drawer. The screen faded to fuzz and black as he pulled it from Wild’s hands, new shirt going over his head. He knelt down, getting in his face. “What did you see?”

Wild shook his head, tears and sobs falling from him faster. “I- I”

“Wild, I need you to focus and tell me what you saw.”

“I- I saw me. It- I-” His blurry eyes met Cal’s, “I died, Cal.” Another broken cry came from him, shaking his whole body.

Cal pulled him into his chest. “I know. I know it’s hard. But I really, really need you to focus and listen to me right now.” Wild nodded, tears wetting Cal’s new shirt. “Okay, good. Sage isn’t- he’s… up to something.”

“What- what do you mean?”

“I don’t… I don’t know for sure. But something is happening. And he tried to come in here while you were snapped out of it. We have to go talk to him in,” He checked the clock, “Six and a half minutes. So we need to put together out stories.”

“I can’t- I don’t want to lie.”

“Then don’t. Say you were taking a nap just now and I woke you up to come out. It’s not a total lie, is it?”

No. He supposed it wasn’t. That still didn’t make it right. Wild’s face scrunched up, cheeks made puffy by his most recent fit. Sage? As the bad guy? It just…didn’t commute. Right now, honestly, he just wanted to man to make it right. Sage has a way of just making things right. But Cal said they couldn’t tell him. “What do we do?”

Cal swallowed. “...Our best, I guess.”

Extracting himself, he quickly looked around the room. He needed an alibi. And he needed it fast. His eyes landed on a Capri-sun that Wind must’ve left in their room last time he was in there. With a curse under his breath, he quickly grabbed it, retrieving his previously discarded shirt before sacrificing the article of clothing (He sent a silent apology to whoever does the godforsaken amount of laundry in this hell house.). The juice quickly spread, drenching the shirt and making Cal wince. He liked that shirt.

“Okay, the alibi is set in stone. If Sage asks, you were napping, I spilled juice on my shirt, I woke you up because he wanted to talk. Sounds good?”

Wild gaped for a second before swallowing around his dry tongue, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Sounds good. I just-” He rubbed his cheeks and eyes, hoping to lessen the redness around them. “Yeah.”

“If he asks about your red eyes, you smoked pot.”

“Cal, no I did not. I had a bad dream.”

“...Better idea.”

“Of course, it's a better idea, why was pot the first thing you thought of? Sage would kill you - HE’D KILL ME!”

“I don’t know, red eye’s smoking - checks out.”

“Have you smoked??? Holy shit Cal that’s so illegal!?”

Silence was the only response to that, the wordless admission that he was right. That his ‘perfect’ younger brother wasn’t really that perfect. But this isn’t really what he should be focusing on at the moment, there are more vital things to worry about, for instance the - shit! Two minutes!?

“Right Wild, are you ready now. We only have one shot at this.”

“I am, given that you don’t go with the pot plan.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m going to tell Sky you smoke.” With a side eye to rival his ‘father’s’ Cal turned to his older brother with a smug smile, a truly shit eating grin. And with only one minute left till they face death.

“What makes you think he hasn’t smoked with me before?”

With that he threw open the door, making sure that it was loud enough to be heard from the living room. “Come on sleepy head.” He said out to Wild, nodding his head to the hallway.

Wild nodded back, following him out into the hall, closing the door tight behind him. “Why’d you wake me up?” He played along, his voice wavering a bit.

“I told you, dad wanted to talk to us.”

“Fine, fine.” They made their way into the living room, only to find Sage sitting on the couch. The only light in the room a lamp next to him.

“Nine and a half minutes.” Sage said, not looking over to the boys. “Thirty more seconds and I would have had to come on in myself.” He laughed a bit, pushing something up under the couch with his foot. “I’m glad you made it on time.”

“Me too. What is it that you wanted to talk about?” Cal asked, taking a seat on the edge of a chair across from him. Wild stayed standing next to him, jittering slightly.

Ur turn loser cinder I’m not a loser >:( Ur the loser neither of you are losers <3 (She’s talking to me, not you bailey) I hate that we cant get divorced bc then the whole world would then collapse.

“Why don’t you take a seat, Atlas? I’m sure you’re still tired.” Sage let a smile widen on his features, crossing one leg over another before leaning back. “It’s been a long night.”

“You’re telling me.” Wild mumbled, quickly finding his own seat. He picked at the skin on his hand, tracing the scars there. His breath hitched in his throat. He looked up from his hand. Don’t think about your death. Don’t think about your death. Sage can probably read thoughts.

“About earlier,” Sage rolled his shoulders. “...What’s going on with you two today? Normally, you're a little more…patient.”

One of Cal’s feet knocked against Wild’s. Sage’s eyes followed the movement. “Something you wanna tell me?”

Cal swallowed. “Is there?”

“You tell me.” Sage always had a way of looking intimidating. With the low light reflecting off his cheeks and the low hum of the lit fireplace in front of them, it seemed like they were well and truly in purgatory. Or some convoluted version of hell. Whichever was worse really. Moreso when he leaned his elbows on his knees.

“...No.”

Sage’s eyes narrowed further.

“Wanna try again?”

“Atlas had a nightmare and I had to wake him, I didn’t want to mention it because I know he gets embarrassed by them. I’m sorry bro…”

“Oh so now you rat that out. I trusted you.”

Sage’s eyes narrowed even further, both suspecting their lies as being too - too there’s not a good word for it but they seem too good to be true but why bring their family into question. Perhaps now would be a good time to lessen their privacy, losing door privileges might be a good start for now, see if that makes anything better, stops them from hiding things in their room.

“I’ll let this off for now. Seeing as you’re so focused on it and you don’t seem to be budging anytime soon.”

“Let this be a warning to you both. Neither of you will get away with something like this again. Got it?” As the twins replied in unison before getting up to go to their rooms with wild leaving as quickly as he could without drawing any attention to himself.

“Not you Calcifer. I’d like you to stay a minute more”

Why does it feel like his throat is closing in on itself, like it’s hard to breathe…

… Is his eyesight getting darker?

“Okay…” Cal sat back down in his seat, wavering slightly when he hit the cushion. Shit, what is happening?

“Are you ready to tell me what is going on?” Sage’s voice was dripping in venom as he spoke.

“Nothing is going on.”

“If you’re going to lie don’t look so sick while doing it.”

Cal’s blinked away blurry vision, willing himself to just breathe. “I’m not lying.”

Sage’s eyes bore into him, watching his every move, every blink, every breath of air he took into his lungs. Sage shook his head, looking down. “I can see I’m not getting anything out of you. All I have to say is that you need to watch yourself.”

Cal nodded, swaying as he stood and turned back to the hallway. “Oh, and Calcifer?” Cal looked back over his shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “You should really make sure you don’t drag your brother into this. He’s a good kid.” The door slammed to their room once he was inside. As soon as he took a few steps in, his vision went black as Wild called his name.

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To Ascend Again

Summary: After falling from the Celestial Realm, the seven brothers must rely on each other emotionally to cope with the loss of their sister, Lilith. Meanwhile, they are also trying to adjust to their new forms and heal both the physical and emotional wounds caused by the Celestial War. Their bonds become stronger than ever since the fall, and they learn to rise again from the calamity that befell them.

Genre: Angst/Hurt

CW: Nothing really in this chapter, but there is slight discrimination against the brothers.

A/N: Chapter 9 is here! I hope you are all enjoying! Since Nightbringer came out, i've been feeling very inspired yet also very overwhelmed with all the content. I'm currently starting lesson 11, and there's so much I can include. Please, if you guys have any scenes you want to see, please send me an ask or a message!! I will gladly include what you guys want to read as well! It will also help me narrow it down. But I do have the worry and fear that it'll drag too much if it's too long, I hope i'm wrong T_T. Please let me know your thoughts! Enjoy some fluff with Satan! He deserves it. As usual, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 9: The Return

A couple of days had passed since Satan’s outburst. Diavolo and Barbatos had whisked Satan away to the castle for the time being, and the house was now eerily quiet. Lucifer didn’t want to admit it, but he felt guilty for granting the Demon Prince permission to take little brother away. He was only a young demon, and his creation was no one’s fault but his. The eldest demon sat in his study, staring down at a single paper that Diavolo had given him to sign. He rubbed his temples as he read the one statement over and over again.

I, Lucifer Morningstar, grant Diavolo, the next in line as King of the Devildom, permission to hold Satan, The Avatar of Wrath, within my care for the safety of all Devildom citizens until he’s of age.

Normally, Lucifer wouldn’t even question it and sign it without a second thought. But he felt…responsible, and it was eating at him like a crow pecking at a rotting corpse. A knock on the door interrupted his internal stewing. “Come in.” he sighed. He glanced up to see Mammon poking his head in the door. “Uh, Hi. Is this a good time?” Lucifer nodded, gesturing for the 2nd born to enter. Mammon strolled in, taking a seat at one of the chairs at Lucifer’s desk. He leaned forward, folding his arms together and resting his head in them. “What are you doing here, Mammon?” the raven haired demon asked. He glanced down at Mammon’s exposed forearm, which was wrapped tightly in bandages after being bitten by Satan. “Uhh so… you aren’t gonna actually sign that are ya?” Mammon asked hesitantly, taking a quick glance at the paper on his desk. Lucifer sighed, pushing himself out of his chair and going to stand at one of the large windows. Thunder sounded in the distance and he watched intently as rain droplets began to fall in waves against the glass. “I…don’t know,” he finally replied. “Aren’t they just throwing him in a cell in the Castle dungeon? He’s just…” Mammon lifted up his head from his arms, his golden-blue gaze filled with worry. “He’s just a kid…yanno?” Lucifer sighed, turning around to meet Mammon’s eyes. “I know. I can’t help but feel he’d be safer here, even if he absolutely despises us.” Mammon nodded in agreement. “You should talk to him.” Lucifer’s crimson eyes widened at the suggestion. “About what, exactly?” Mammon shrugged. “I dunno, about everything? Like, you haven’t exactly been a great brother to him either.” Lucifer crossed his arms against his chest. “Excuse me? I haven’t exactly had an opportunity where he isn’t lunging at my throat or someone else’s.” Lucifer sniffed, glancing away from his younger brother and sadly looking down at his feet. “His eyes fill with nothing but wrath every single time he looks at me.” Mammon got up out of the chair, slowly making his way over to Lucifer. “I know that. But we have to teach him a buncha other things besides wrath, right? So how the hell is that gonna happen when he’s locked away in a prison cell?” Lucifer raised his head, meeting Mammon’s intense stare. “...You’re right. I’ll talk to Diavolo immediately.”

Lucifer had shooed Mammon away to go check on Beel. The 6th born had also obtained minor injuries from Satan’s temper tantrum, and it’s been a little bit since he’s checked in. He also just wanted to call up Diavolo and get this discussion over with. Lucifer took a deep breath and tapped the little sigil of a phone next to the Demon Prince’s icon on his D.D.D. He listened as it rang only twice before Diavolo’s voice could be heard over the line, “Hello? Lucifer, what’s going on?” Lucifer shook his head, “Ah, Diavolo, hello. I was only wishing to speak with you about something…it’s regarding Satan’s current arrangements.”

That evening, Lucifer called a meeting with all of his brothers in the living room. The 5 of them all wandered in, curious about what Lucifer had to say. They knew that Satan had been taken away, and to be honest neither of them were feeling very good about the decision even though Beel and Mammon had been hurt by his hand. Once everyone was settled, Lucifer cleared his throat. “We’ve decided to bring Satan back here.” To his surprise, they all let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank goodness.” Asmo breathed, bringing a hand to his chest. “I know he hurt us but…the poor little dear doesn’t deserve to be locked away all alone.” Levi nodded in agreement, hugging a pillow to his chest. “Y-Yeah, I know he can be scary sometimes but…” Lucifer smiled softly and glanced over at Beel and Belphie. “What do you two think about this?” Beel wore a tank top which exposed the now healing cuts and scrapes that he had obtained from Satan himself. The pair of sweatpants he also wore covered the rest, but Lucifer had seen them all the day it happened. Because of this, he was worried about Beel’s opinion on the matter. “I think it’s the right choice.” Beel finally said, fidgeting with his hands. Belphie nodded. “If Beel thinks it’s okay, then I do too.” Lucifer dipped his head. “Then it’s settled. Diavolo agreed to the matter as well, as long as we keep him confined to his room for right now.” Mammon scratched his head, looking conflicted. “But that’s still keepin’ him prisoner…” Lucifer nodded. “I know. But we’ll work with him. He’s got to learn how to keep his wrath in check, and at least he’ll be home.” The others nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, a knock on the door made everyone freeze. “That must be Diavolo.” Lucifer said, getting up from his spot on the couch. He made his way to the front door, opening it to meet Diavolo and Barbatos. Next to them was Satan. His wrists were bound in shackles, and he wore a gray, tattered looking oversized shirt. He looked exhausted, dark bags under his eyes and his blonde hair sticking out all over. “Come in.” Lucifer said, guiding them into the entryway. “You didn’t have to come all this way in the storm.” Diavolo shook his head and smiled. “That’s why we have Barbatos now isn’t it? Now, allow us to assist Satan here to his room.” Lucifer nodded, leading them up the stairs and down the hallway to Satan’s bedroom. Mammon, who had been eavesdropping, followed behind, anticipating Lucifer’s need for assistance. “I apologize for his unruly state, but he kept tearing apart anything we gave him and he refused to get any rest…” Barbatos whispered. Lucifer shook his head as they opened Satan’s bedroom door. “It’s quite alright, I understand. We’ll get him cleaned up.” They led Satan into the room, and gently sat him down on his bed. Mammon stood in the doorway, his claws unsheathed and wings spread in the event that Satan has yet another tantrum. “Now Satan, we’re leaving you here okay? Please remember what we’ve told you and go easy on your brothers. Otherwise you know what your consequences will be.” Satan lifted his head up to gaze at Diavolo, his emerald green eyes dull in color. “Okay.” he said, his voice quivering slightly. Barbatos kneeled in front of him on the floor. “Please allow them to help you get cleaned up and ready for bed.” Diavolo turned to Lucifer. “We’ve begun to work with him a little regarding his emotions. I trust you and your brothers will be up to continue the process.” Lucifer nodded, glancing at Mammon in the doorway who was also shaking his head. “Of course. We’ve already discussed it. I believe… we’re ready.” Diavolo smiled, patting Lucifer on the shoulder. “If you should need any assistance, please don’t hesitate to call us.”

After a few more goodbyes to Satan, Lucifer and Mammon were left alone to tend to the child. Lucifer slowly approached Satan, sitting next to him on his bed. “Satan, would you mind if we helped you get ready for bed?” Satan glanced up at Lucifer, a flash of wrath glimmering in his eyes, but only for a second. He didn’t seem to have enough energy to fight. “N-No…” Lucifer gestured for Mammon to come closer. “Very well, we’ll get a bath started for you. Does that sound okay?” Satan swallowed nervously, but nodded. “Satan, do you want to use my special bathtub?” A voice sounded from the doorway. They all looked up to see Asmo, who was holding out his hand. Satan’s eyes widened at the offer. “Y-Your bathtub?” he asked hesitantly. Asmo gave him a wide smile. “Yeah, my GIANT fancy bathtub, remember? You were all fighting over it when we first got here. Let’s go, I’ll even put some bubble bath in it for you!” Lucifer and Mammon glanced at each other in surprise as Satan hopped up from his bed and ran over to take Asmo’s hand as best as he could with his wrists in the shackles. “I’ll take it from here.” Asmo winked before leading Satan down to his room. “Thank the Devildom for Asmodeus.” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Sometime later, Lucifer decided to head down the hall to Asmo’s room to check in. He knocked gently on the door, and after a few seconds it opened. “Shhh, he’s sleeping.” Asmo whispered, pulling Lucifer in with him. Satan was fast asleep on Asmo’s bed wrapped up in a very large, fluffy towel. He also took notice of how Asmo had already decorated his room, which was mostly now adorned with flowers. “Asmo, how did you…?” The 5th born only giggled. “I talked Barbatos into showing me a spell or two for the flowers. They’ll never die! Isn’t it lovely?” Lucifer nodded, taking in the strong, floral scent. It was a very familiar fragrance, and he found himself being transported back to the Celestial Realm. Asmo smiled at his realization, “I couldn’t help myself. I’m going to miss walking through the gardens…” Lucifer smiled sadly, watching as his brother’s face fell. “I think it’s a very charming decision, Asmodeus. They’re beautiful.” Asmo’s eyes shot up to meet Lucifer’s crimson gaze. “Lucifer…thank you.” he said, his voice slightly wavering. Lucifer dipped his head and cleared his throat. “I should probably get Satan back to his room.” Lucifer said, taking a step towards the bed. He saw that the shackles were no longer around his wrists. “Wait, did you take off…?” Asmo pouted, “Yes, the shackles. But he was fine I promise! He had so much fun. But here…” he said, reaching for the metal object on his dresser. Lucifer nodded as he took them from him. “Thank you. I should really get him back to his room.” He gently lifted Satan into his arms, who thankfully remained asleep. “Thank you again Asmo. This was a huge help.” Asmo gave him a wide smile. “Of course! He’s welcome anytime to share my bathtub.” Lucifer made his way back to Satan’s bedroom where Mammon was waiting to help get Satan dressed and tucked into bed. The 4th born sighed softly and stretched as they got him into some clean clothes and under the soft covers. Lucifer sighed in relief, thanking all the possible forces of the Devildom that Satan hadn’t woken up. “Oh, one more thing.” he pulled out the shackles he had tucked away in his pocket. He delicately clasped them to Satan’s wrists. “Good night, Satan.” he murmured before leaving his room, locking the door behind him.

A few days later, their RAD uniforms arrived. The boys were bustling with excitement as they tried them on right there in the living room. Lucifer had forced them all to go with the same style of jackets, undershirts, and pants, but allowed them the freedom of choosing the color and styles of their ties. Lucifer himself had chosen a longer version of the jacket, reaching down past his knees. He also chose to wear a black undershirt with a mandarin style collar which was adorned with 7 buttons traveling down his neck. Of course, his brothers didn’t think it was fair, but he was the oldest and was assigned to be working as Diavolo’s assistant. “Speaking of jobs,” Lucifer stated, and they all groaned. “You all should be starting to look for a source of income.” Mammon’s eyes lit up. “We can do that, huh?” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Legal sources of income are preferred. Diavolo has granted us permission to go to the village for school supplies if you’d like to look around at job opportunities.” Asmo spun his head around from helping Satan adjust his tie. “Yes, let’s do it! I want to go!” Lucifer chuckled, “Alright, let’s break in our new uniforms. But please try not to get them dirty.”

They all began to head down to the village, the air smelling like rain and the pavement still wet from the rain that had persisted the past few nights. Asmo was bouncing excitedly as he held Satan’s hand. Levi however, looked nervous. “G-Guys, are you sure this is okay? I mean we haven’t been out at all, really…a-and Satan…” he said, anxiously. “Come on Levi, it’ll be alright! Just stick by us.” Mammon said, patting his back. “Satan has promised to be on his best behavior today as well, isn’t that right?” Lucifer asked, glancing at the small boy. Satan briefly looked back at Lucifer, shooting him a nasty glare. However Asmo squeezed his hand once more, and he turned his attention back in front of him. Once they entered the village, all eyes were on them. The cobblestone road was bustling with demons of all kinds. Lucifer swallowed, trying not to let their judging stares take a hit to his pride. “Let’s keep going. Just ignore them, and don’t start any trouble.” he murmured to his brothers. They decided to keep walking to a less crowded area, where they came across a store with a variety of magical objects on display in the window. “Hocus Pocus?” Belphie said, reading the large sign that hung outside the shop. “Oh, this is perfect. Let’s have a look.” Lucifer said, guiding them all through the door. They were browsing for only a few moments when they heard a voice from the shop counter. “Excuse me, I'm terribly sorry, but we don’t sell to Angels.” A pang of anger began to bubble in Lucifer’s chest. “I’m sorry, what was that?” he said, his crimson eyes locking with the older demon sitting at the register. “I said, we don’t sell to your kind. Now please leave.” Now he was angry. “I’ll have you know, we are among the most powerful demons here in the Devildom. I would advise you to rethink your decision.” Lucifer hissed. The shopkeeper didn’t seem phased. “And I would advise you to get out, or I’ll be taking measures to have you removed.” Suddenly, a hand rested on Lucifer’s shoulder, causing him to flinch. “Let’s get outta here Lucifer. Ya told us not to start trouble, right?” Mammon whispered in his ear. Lucifer sighed and shot the shopkeeper one last deadly gaze before heading out the door.

“So you’re telling me none of these places are going to sell anything to us? Because they think we’re still Angels?” Asmo asked, sadly. Lucifer sunk down onto a nearby bench, rubbing his forehead. “I have no idea. Most demons here are born and raised in the Devildom. We, however, are not…” He glanced up as Beel walked over, holding Belphie’s hand in one and a bag of some sort of food in the other. “Yo Beel, where’d ya get that?” Mammon asked, pointing at the bag. “They’re Demon Zebra Churros. I got them at that cart over there.” he said, pointing over to a small street food cart. “So they sold something to Beel? Maybe not every place will do that to us then.” Levi said with hope filling his voice. “Yeah, and that puts a downer on the whole job search too, huh?” Mammon grumbled. Lucifer sighed and stood up from the bench. “We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” The rest of the day carried on, and they were surprisingly successful with buying a few items that they needed such as bags, quills and ink, and other supplies they’ll need for RAD starting the very next week. Unfortunately, there was still no luck with either of the brothers getting a part time job, as they were all immediately rejected almost before they could even get the question out. Despite the disappointment, they ended their outing with getting a take out dinner from Hell’s Kitchen and headed back home to the House of Lamentation to enjoy their food. Once they were done, Lucifer stood up, ready to head to his room for the evening. “As you all know, RAD starts next week. You’ll be expected to attend the classes on your provided schedule. As for Satan,” he said, glancing down at the youngest, “You shall be staying by my side as I attend classes, and when I'm helping Diavolo, Asmodeus will take over.” Satan huffed, shoving his hands down onto his lap. “Ugh, I don’t want to be stuck with babysitters all day. Especially if it’s you.” Lucifer frowned. “Likewise, but until you can be trusted to behave accordingly, this is how it will have to be.” Satan shot him a glare before jumping up from his place at the table. “I’ll be going to my room now.”

Satan half-heartedly slammed his bedroom door behind him. He could barely do anything with these stupid shackles on his wrists. His tail lashed in anger as he paced back and forth. “I don’t want to go to this stupid school…” he muttered, sitting down on his bed with a growl. One of his brothers would be coming to get him ready for bed soon and he wanted to savor the time he had by himself. He leaned back on his bed, turning his head to stare out the large window above him. The moon was unusually bright that evening, shining rays of pale blue light into the room. Satan sighed as he thought back to the events of the past few days. Being held in a cold, dirty prison cell. Finding himself truly alone for the first time since his unforeseen birth into this world. Tears of sadness and anger pricked his eyes as he remembered actually missing his brothers in that moment. It was a strange feeling, and almost felt wrong. He also thought back to the unfamiliar feeling of joy he felt when Asmo offered to let him use his bathtub that was so large, he could practically swim in it. And lastly, the feeling of belonging he had today while exploring the town with his brothers. Despite his urges to lash out, he found himself holding it in. He really didn’t mean to start trouble, he hated being a disappointment. Satan sobbed quietly, allowing the tears to finally fall. His chest heaved and ached. What are these feelings? Why do they hurt so much? He thought. His brain was so scrambled from all of these different emotions, and he had no idea how to handle such overwhelming feelings. Suddenly, his door cracked open, allowing light from the hallway to shine in. “Satan, are you ready?” Asmo asked, inviting himself into the younger demon’s room. Satan sat up quickly, attempting to use his bound hands to wipe the tears from his eyes. “Oh, darling, are you okay?” Asmo asked, quickly trotting over to his bed to sit down next to him. Satan shook his head. “N-No…It’s all so confusing…” he mumbled. Asmo offered him a small smile as he held out his arms. “Do you want a hug?” Satan blinked, confused at the offer. He stared at Asmo’s outstretched arms, unsure about how to proceed. “I-It’s okay, you don’t have to!” The 5th born said, laughing awkwardly. Satan’s emerald eyes welled up once more, and he suddenly threw himself into his brother’s arms. Asmo gasped at the sudden force hitting his chest, but very quickly wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. “Oh, Satan…” he sighed as he began to rub his back. Satan was a sobbing mess, leaving tears and snot all over the front of Asmo’s shirt. Normally the Avatar of Lust would be completely grossed out, but this just felt…different. “It’s going to be okay, Satan. You’re already learning so many things! I’m so proud of you.” Satan sniffed, his eyes now puffy from crying. “T-Thank you, Asmo…” he whispered. Asmo smiled, running a hand through Satan’s blonde locks. “Of course! It’s what brothers are for. Now, let’s get you to bed shall we?”

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niaswish · 7 months

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For Want of Common Sense

Chapter 7 Summary:

In need of a distraction while he walked through his worst nightmare, Wato solves the Quartering Duke Cases. Then finds the detectives.

Chapter 7: As the first Ideal Detective, he was going to lecture Seika on the need for some common sense.

As he walked, Wato went over the information on the Quartering Duke's cases. He needed something to focus on while he walked through the maze that once imprisoned him, and it had been the reason for the DA to gather so many detectives. It would take him at least a few hours to get through to where the others were, even if he met them on the way.

At least this time, he wouldn't have to worry about the sentries.

Wato heard them before he saw them, Posh's voice loud even through the wall. With a smile of relief -the dots had been comforting but nothing could beat seeing them in person- he reached out and activated the hidden door. It slid open with a low grinding noise which drew everyone's attention.

The last bit of his worries slid off his shoulders as he finally saw them. They were all alive. They were... He frowned as he saw Senior. The old man was cuffed and had new bandages over his forearms. Then it clicked and he sighed, it was another piece of evidence confirming his deductions.

He had no more time to think about Senior as something slammed into him, forcing him back a step. "Wato! I thought you died!" Seika hugged him tightly. "How? Your room was completely gone by the time Rowdy smelt the smoke! How are you alive?"

Wato hesitated a moment before reaching out to rub her back soothingly. "And here I thought you weren't as much of a crybaby as back then." He tried to keep a teasing tone to his words but he was worried about her.

"Back then?" Seika suddenly jerked away, eyes red from barely held tears but firmly searching. "Did you...?"

"Get my memories back?" Wato finished with a nod. "Some. Enough to know we're going to need to talk about things once we get out."

Before he could say anything else, someone started clapping from the back of the group. "How touching." Renegade declared dramatically, "As disappointing as I find your survival, Incompetent, perhaps you could explain how you managed to escape the flames?"

"Renegade!" Workaholic snapped at the man. Posh just a moment behind in her recrimination.

Still, the interruption was enough for Seika to step away from him and regain her composure. As she turned to deal with the brewing argument Renegade had started, Armor and Rowdy came over. "Glad ta see ya alive, Incompetent." Rowdy smiled awkwardly before suddenly bowing to Wato. "Sorry for not being able to protect ya!"

Wato was taken aback by her words, doubly so when Armor followed suit a moment later. "What? No! It's fine. I'm sure you did everything you could." Wato scrambled to wave their apology off. "If anything, I should be thanking both of you for protecting everyone since then. I'm sure it can't have been easy." That seemed to do the trick as Rowdy and Armor started sputtering that they were just doing their jobs.

A few minutes later, Wato found himself explaining what he'd been doing since last night. "I survived the fire last night because I wasn't in the manor to begin with. Long story short, I snuck out of the manor shortly after checking in on Mystic to call for help from the DA."

" 'Snuck out but how?' The girl demanded more information from the source of her confusion."

Wato smiled, "The same way I first entered the manor." He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him at the blank stares the detectives were given him. "Honestly, none of you have any common sense."

He turned to address Bookworm and Techie specifically, "Both of you should learn from this, and work on always keeping up with what is considered common sense, unlike these guys."

Posh's outraged demands for an explanation was ignored as Wato returned to his explanation. "Look, none of you ever asked me how I got into the manor, even after I told you that the main door was part of a trap meant to kill Senior and whoever opened it in the first place." He turned to the old man and Downtown, "Which was part of a suicide pact between you two, right?"

"How?" Downtown gasped.

"Because it was too similar to the Quartering Duke's cases. All of which were mutually assured suicides." Wato's declaration stunned the group.

Seika's smile was proud and affectionate as she murmured, "I knew you could do it." In a louder voice, she asked, "Do you have proof of this?"

Wato shook his head, "Not yet but I know how to get conclusive proof. And that's on top of whatever testimony those two are going to give about their involvement with the Duke." He motioned towards Downtown and Senior. The rest of the group, minus Renegade, suddenly started demanding explanations from him until Seika raised her voice to put an end to it.

When she motioned for him to continue, Wato did so. "We can discuss the Quartering Duke case on our way back. To finish my explanation, I managed to get to your boat and use the radio to contact the DA. They should have sent a rescue team by now, though I have no idea when they might arrive. I... kinda panicked when I noticed the smoke and realized the manor was burning. I told them as much, then bolted, only to find the manor more or less destroyed by the time I arrived." He scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

"Well, I am very glad you were not hurt." Workaholic sighed. "However, I have a lot of questions to ask you as we walk. So please don't stray too far, alright?"

Wato ducked his head in a quick nod, he figured something like that would happen. He could hear Seika giggling at his situation by his side, yet couldn't find it in himself to be annoyed. He was just glad to have found everyone safely.

#tantei bokumetsu #process of elimination #Wato has common sense

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andy-clutterbuck · 6 months

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SDCC 2015 | PHOTOGRAPHED BY MAARTEN DE BOER

#F O R E A R M S #HE #Andrew Lincoln #*#al #SIR EXCUSE ME COULD YOU BE QUIET #v e i n s #also his arm hair but i'm not gonna be that weird right now #not sure a baggy sad lookin shirt has any right to look good like that but here we are #ya ever want to rub someone's forearm #no just me #ok #bram stoker is outside #he's sick of this #*holding onto the crook of his elbow like the girl who dies at the start of every horror movie latches onto her dumb bf*#......

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drades-lair · 9 months

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5 Days of smut (straz): Sounding

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Straz

Rating: M

Chaz didn’t ask for much when it came to the bedroom thus the odd occasion when he’d request something from Striker, the imp would be happy to grant it. Tonight, was one of the few nights when Chaz wanted to do something different stating, he had a surprise that he wanted to use on Striker meaning he had a new toy. Striker wasn’t a fan of using sex toys on himself, on Chaz it was different the shark enjoyed them and who was he to judge what got someone off, but past some light bondage Striker was as vanilla as they came in the bedroom. Once more Striker didn’t want to deny Chaz as the shark didn’t ask for much from him thus here, they were on the bed in the motel room with Striker laid on his back as Chaz passionately kissed him. Honestly everything for the past hour had been power for the course, some light groping, kissing and various forms of fondling however nothing too out of the norm making Striker wonder what Chaz was working up to. Both were butt naked sporting hard-ons that rubbed against each of their stomachs, smearing precum over them both. Once they were both hyped up Chaz stopped what he was doing to get up drawing Striker’s curiosity as he watched the shark go to his bag only to return with a small metal rod in hand with a ring on the end making it look like a keychain of a sort.

“What is that?” Striker asked eyeing the suspicious little rod.

“This is the surprise I told you about,” Chaz briefly explained, crawling up between Striker’s legs.

“Uh-huh? And what is it yer fixin’ ta do wit that?” Striker wondered cocking an eyebrow at Chaz.

“Well, you ever hear of sounding?” Chaz asked gingerly taking Striker’s cock in hand making sure that the imp’s spines were in between his fingers.

“No, what in the hells is that?” Striker responded now watching very carefully where Chaz’s hands were.

“Basically, sounding is where you stick a metal rod, like this in the tip of your dick, then you or your partner edge you. It feels great I promise,” Chaz assured Striker making the implication he’d done this before.

“Yer gonna stick that…where!? Ya done this before?” Striker retorted feeling a little uneasy as he began to regret his decisions.

“Yeah, I had several partners in the past do this with me and it felt amazing plus the orgasm is so intense…I’ll understand if you don’t want to do this, but I promise if you do I won’t hurt you,” Chaz assured Striker still just holding the imp’s dick in his hand with the rod in the other as he waited for Striker to give the all clear. Striker took a moment to think it over eventually giving in, putting full trust in Chaz as he leaned back on his forearms.

“Alright, I’m trustin’ Ya,” Striker stated causing a beaming smile to spread across Chaz’s face.

“Okay, just relax and if it starts to hurt let me know,” Chaz reassured Striker moving the tip of the metal rod to the slit of Striker’s dick.

Reflexively Striker gripped the bed sheets as Chaz gently circled the imp’s slit with the rods tip causing precum to bead creating lubricant. Holding Striker’s cock steady Chaz gently pressed the rod into Striker’s slit immediately making him hiss through clenched teeth, it didn’t hurt necessarily it was more of a pressure slightly more forceful than taking something up his ass almost like when he was about to cum.

“Are you okay?” Chaz checked, watching Striker’s expression as he stopped pushing the rob in.

“Y-yes…it feels weird,” Striker admitted in a breathy tone.

“Okay, again just let me know if it starts hurting,” Chaz reminded his partner before continuing.

The rod slid smoothly into Striker’s cock till a small ball at the end just below the ring popped into his slit making Striker groan slightly. Chaz pulled his hand back promptly leaving the rod inside Striker’s hard cock, spines slightly flaring as he panted again it felt so strange like he’d not cum for weeks and needed release as soon as possible.

“N-Now what?” Striker asked having forgot what Chaz had said earlier.

“Now, I edge you,” Chaz smirked, hand still wrapped around Striker’s cock shaft.

“Wait, what!? You know I hate being edged,” Striker growled shakily.

“Trust me, I promise it’ll make it feel amazing,” Chaz reassured the imp.

“Ugh, fine…if Ya say so,” Striker conceded.

That was all Chaz needed to start twisting his wrist around Striker’s shaft, due to the imp’s spines he couldn’t stroke up and down like normal however he’d figured out that this was just as stimulating for Striker. Chaz rubbed his thumb along the underside of Striker’s cock to feel the metal sounding rod inside him making the imp moan loudly, biting down on his lower lip as the knot in his stomach grew, thrusting his hips into Chaz’s grip. Adding his second-hand Chaz stroked Striker’s cock base in time with the shaft strokes causing Striker to open mouth moan however just as his cock began to tense Chaz stopped everything he was doing, watching as Striker’s cock twitched a few times and the imp groaned irritably. After Striker calmed down Chaz started massaging the shaft of his cock again followed by pulling the head into his mouth, tongue swirling around the crown before sliding up to toy with the end of the metal sounding rod eliciting a deep guttural groan from Striker as his hips bucked upwards. Chaz felt Striker starting to tense again as well as his spines starting to flare thus, he pulled off once again watching Striker’s cock bob a few times while the imp moaned irritably, panting heavily with a deep crimson flush across his pale skin including his cock. This time Chaz rubbed the pad of his finger over Striker’s tip, running over the rods end, absently toying with the ring as precum oozed around the rod’s end out of Striker’s slit, the head of his cock a rosy, red color that spread about halfway down his cock shaft.

“Fuckin’ hell Chaz! Get on wit it already!” Striker demanded through panting breaths, glancing down at the shark through half lidded eyes.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” Chaz chuckled, sliding off the bed to go to his bag again.

Upon returning Chaz popped the lid on a bottle of lube he’d grabbed, drizzling a small amount onto his fingers that he pressed to Striker’s entrance. Chaz managed to insert two fingers rather easily indicating Striker had done some prep previous, pulling them free Chaz lubed up one of his cocks. Striker shifted his hips to give Chaz better access, the shark gingerly held the imp’s hips as he pressed forwards sliding nearly halfway in a single go eliciting a deep moan from Striker, cock straining for release as the sounding rod remained in place. Chaz waited a couple minutes for Striker to adjust then pressed the rest of the way in, waiting again before setting up a rhythm yet he subtly started shifting around in search of Striker’s prostate only knowing he found it when Striker arched off the bed with a high-pitched moan. Chaz continued to assault that spot with deeper, quicker thrusts while one hand came up to the ring attached to the rod inside Striker’s dick. Striker barely had time to register that Chaz had hold of the sounding rods ring before everything went white, he cried out in a breathy tone, head flung backwards and back arched clear off the bed as his orgasm wrenched through the imp. When his senses started to come back to him, Striker’s entire body ached, and he could feel the warm sticky feeling of cum on his stomach as well as the warmth of it trickling out his ass. Glancing around Striker spotted Chaz coming out of the bathroom drying off the sounding rod before placing it back in his bag then he walked over to Striker revealing he also had a cloth in hand.

“Didn’t I tell you it would be amazing,” Chaz chuckled upon seeing Striker was back to his senses.

“Alright…fishy…you were right…that was amazin’,” Striker admitted with a breathy chuckle.

Chaz chuckled with the imp as he cleaned him up, tossing the cloth to the floor afterwards then curling up with Striker with a fresh blanket over them.

#HelluvaBoss #HelluvaBoss Fanfiction #HelluvaBoss Striker #HelluvaBoss Chaz #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Straz #Humor #toys #smut #fluff

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dadbodosamu · 3 years

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what’s my name? [daddy] || part 3

Stepdad Miya Osamu x Cis!Fem Reader x Miya Atsumu

WARNINGS: pseudoincest (stepdad and uncle), threesome, daddy kink, creampie, cum eating, lowkey miyacest but not really, anal (f receiving), oral (f receiving), double penetration, painal, anal fingering, light degradation, dacryphilia, rimming (kinda), UNREALISTIC AND UNSANITARY SEX DON’T DO THIS

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part one || part two || part three

“How’d’ya like the show, Tsumu?” Osamu asks.

Your head jerks around to see Atsumu standing across the room, palming his cock through grey sweatpants.

“Oh, it was great,” Atsumu says. “Liked that part at the beginning. Something about taking us both at the same time?”

“U-uncle Tsumu!” You exclaim, still sitting on Osamu’s softening cock.

“What is it, doll? Tell Uncle Tsumu what ya want,” Atsumu says, coming up behind you. His hands run down your sides and back up your shirt, cupping your breasts.

“Want Uncle Tsumu to fuck me,” you breathe, bucking your hips as he pinches your nipples. Osamu hisses from the overstimulation under you.

“Yeah? Ya want this?” Atsumu asks, moving one hand to grab his bulge. You nod.

“Want you to fill me up, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say, rolling your hips. Osamu’s cock twitches deep inside you, beginning to harden again.

“Want me to cum inside yer ass while Samu fucks yer cute, little cunt? Ya said ya would take both of us, doll,” Atsumu says, twisting your nipple. You moan lightly and grab Atsumu’s forearm.

“Wanna be full,” you moan as Osamu bounces you lightly on his fully hard cock.

“Is daddy not enough for ya, doll?” Atsumu asks, pulling your shirt off and tossing it across the room.

“Tsumu,” Osamu growls, squeezing your hips tighter.

“Daddy fills me up so well,” you say, running your hands down Osamu’s muscular chest. Osamu thrusts into you hard, pulling a broken moan from your lips.

“Stop hoggin’ her,” Atsumu says, pulling you up and off of Osamu’s cock. You let out a gasp at the sudden emptiness. Osamu’s cum pours out of you, running down your thighs and your eyes burn.

“Daddy!” You cry, reaching out for him.

“She’s not a fuckin’ toy, Atsumu,” Osamu sneers. Atsumu rolls his eyes as he carries you to his room.

“Are ya comin’ or not? How are we both supposed to fuck her on the couch?” Atsumu calls.

“Damn it, Atsumu,” Osamu swears, tucking his wet cock into his pants and following.

“Feel empty,” you pout. Atsumu lays you on his plush mattress gently.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’m gonna fill ya up real nice,” Atsumu says. He spreads your legs wide before pushing them up to your chest, revealing your messy cunt. Osamu’s cum oozes out of you, running down to Atsumu’s sheets.

“Daddy,” you whine as Osamu appears next to Atsumu.

“What is it, baby girl? Tell daddy and Uncle Tsumu what you want,” Osamu says. Atsumu catches the cum leaking out of you and slowly pushes it back in. You let out a small moan.

“I think I want her sloppy cunt, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, sliding two fingers in you.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you moan as he scissors his fingers, needlessly stretching you out.

“Why don’t ya prep her ass, then?” Osamu suggests, pulling his shirt off. “Bet her little hole is so tight. Ya got lube, Tsumu?”

“Middle drawer,” Atsumu says, pointing at his nightstand. “Bet I won’t need it. She’s so fuckin’ wet, she’s makin’ a spot on the sheets.”

Atsumu pulls his fingers out with a lewd, squelching sound and presses one finger against your tight asshole.

“Ts-Tsumu,” you choke as he slowly pushes his pointer finger in. “H-hurts so good.”

“She’s so fuckin’ tight,” Atsumu grunts. “She’s suckin’ my finger in like a slut.”

“Relax, sweetheart,” Osamu says, squeezing your thigh as he hands Atsumu the lube. “Lube. Now.”

“I think she likes the pain,” Atsumu says. “Is that right, doll? You like it when it hurts.”

You nod. The burn only makes everything feel so much more sensitive, and before long you’re fucking yourself on to Atsumu’s finger, begging for more.

“More, want more, Uncle Tsumu,” you whine, grinding your hips down, trying to get more friction. The burning is all but gone and you find yourself missing it.

“Do ya want the lube, baby doll?” Atsumu asks. You shake your head.

“Wanna feel you,” you say.

“Are ya sure, baby? I don’t want you to hurt too bad,” Osamu says.

“Wan’ it to hurt,” you moan. “Feels so good.”

Atsumu breathes deeply before slowly adding another long, thick finger. You let out a high-pitched moan, fisting Atsumu’s white sheets tightly.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Atsumu groans. “Almost wanna fuck her just like this.”

You clench around his fingers at the thought of him taking you with barely any prep. Your virgin hole stretching around his cock, with only Osamu’s cum and his own precum as lube. You moan as Atsumu scissors his fingers, stretching you out.

“Ah, she likes that,” Atsumu says. “Ya wanna take my cock just like this? Feel it for days, doll, ya wouldn’t be able t’ sit without feelin’ me.”

“Wanna be full,” you whine. You moan as Atsumu roughly twists his fingers deep inside you.

“Samu, why didn’t ya tell me yer little girl was such a pain slut? Look at her, practically beggin’ me t’ fuck her dry,” Atsumu sneers. He adds a third finger suddenly. The new stretch knocks the breath out of you, your back arches off the bed and you gasp as Atsumu quickly pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Hurts,” you moan. Your eyes roll back as Atsumu gathers spit in his mouth and spits directly into your hole.

“Aw, the little baby can’t take it, huh?” Atsumu coos, using his spit as lube.

“Do ya need lube, sweetheart?” Osamu asks, staring down at you worriedly.

“She can take it,” Atsumu says, fingers not slowing down. “Look at her, practically fuckin’ herself on my fingers.”

Your hips were meeting his fingers with every thrust. The stretch was burning all the way to your core and your juices were mixing with Atsumu’s spit, lubing his fingers in the process.

“She likes it so much, she’s creamin’ around nothin’,” Atsumu says. “Rub her clit, Samu.”

Osamu rubs his fingers through your wet folds before rubbing figure-8s over your clit.

“Oh!” You gasp, back arching. “More, more, please!”

Atsumu leans down and licks over your hole boldly before adding a fourth finger.

“What a slut, taking four fingers with no lube,” Atsumu sneered. “Bet ya could take my whole fist, isn’t that right, doll?”

“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. “Shut the fuck up before I end this.”

“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whine, walls clenching around nothing. “Wanna cum!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Osamu says. “Cum for daddy and Uncle Tsumu.”

You cum with a loud cry. Neither twin slows down, milking every last second of your orgasm. Your thighs twitch with overstimulation.

“I think she’s ready,” Atsumu says, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the empty feeling.

“Fuck me, please, I want it so bad, daddy, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg.

“You heard the princess,” Atsumu says. “How do ya want to do this?”

“Want daddy to hold me,” you say.

“I’ll be on bottom, then,” Osamu says. He leans against Atsumu’s headboard and pulls you on top of him, legs splayed out over his thighs. “Ya gonna be a good girl and take us both?”

You nod as you lift your hips. Osamu drags his cock along your slit. You moan as his cock catches your hole.

“Fuck me, daddy, please,” you whine, bucking your hips. “Please, I want you in me.”

Osamu lines his cock up with your hole, “Go on, sweetheart, take what you want.” You slowly sink down with a low moan.

“So good,” you breathe. “So deep in me.”

“Ya ready for me, princess?” Atsumu asks. His bare chest is warm against your back and you can feel his cock pressing against your ass.

“Please,” you say, arching your back slightly. “Wreck me, Uncle Tsumu. Make me hurt.”

“Fuck, yer sayin’ just what I want t’ hear, princess,” Atsumu groans. The fat head of his cock presses against the rim of your asshole. “Ya want it t’ hurt, huh? What’s the matter, daddy doesn’t give it to ya hard enough?”

“Yer a dick, Tsumu,” Osamu snaps.

Atsumu ignores Osamu as he pushes the head of his cock past your rim. You gasp and jerk forward unintentionally. Atsumu clamps down on your hips with an iron grip.

“Nah, princess, ya said ya wanted it t’ hurt,” Atsumu says. “I’m only givin’ ya what ya wanted.”

“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. You shake your head as tears burn at your eyes.

“More,” you grunt. “Hurts good.” You were more stretched than you’d ever been and Atsumu was barely in. Any pain you would’ve felt was washed away by the excitement of having both twins seated deep in you. You could already see the way your lower tummy would bulge once they were both balls deep. A shiver of excitement ran up your spine.

“Daddy’s so soft with me,” you say, slightly pushing back on Atsumu’s cock. “Want someone to fuck me until I’m broken.”

“Oh, I’m about to fuck ya until yer dumb, princess,” Atsumu says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Daddy’s gonna remember that, little girl,” Osamu whispers in your ear. Your walls clench around him at the thought of punishment.

“Might wanna hold her still,” Atsumu says, slowly sliding out. His grip on your hips hasn’t loosened and Osamu wraps his arms around you, holding you firmly to his chest. Atsumu leans down and presses a small kiss right below your ear.

“Still want it t’ hurt?” He asks, lips brushing against your earlobe. Before you can say anything, Atsumu’s cock is buried in your ass in one, quick movement. You lurch forward, trying desperately to escape the painful stretch. There’s no relief in the motion since you’re caged in by identical iron grips.

You let out a squeak of pain as tears cascade down your cheeks.

“So pretty when ya cry, princess,” Atsumu says, turning your head to the side. “I thought ya wanted it t’ hurt?”

You swallow a sob before you can reply. “S-so full, Uncle Tsumu. Gonna tear in half.”

“She’s fuckin’ chokin’ my cock,” Osamu moans. “She liked it. Her walls are just milkin’ me.”

“I told ya, ya had a little pain slut on yer hands,” Atsumu says. “She’s clenchin’ me so tight I can’t pull out.”

“Let her adjust a little, Tsumu,” Osamu says, “she’s already cryin’ like a little baby.”

“‘m not!” You protest, burying your face in Osamu’s chest.

“Oh, princess, ya shouldn’t’a said that…” Atsumu says. His hands tighten on your hips. “‘Cause if yer not cryin’, well then, I’m just not goin’ hard enough, am I?”

You hiss when Atsumu pulls out of you slowly.

“No, no, ‘m sorry, Uncle Tsumu!” You cry. “I’m crying!”

“It’s okay, sweetie, daddy’s got you,” Osamu says, holding you tightly.

Atsumu slams into you with a near thunderous clap . Your back arches as you dig your nails into Osamu’s stomach and you let out a loud yelp.

“Ts-Tsumu!” You cry as he pounds your ass relentlessly. The intense pain brings more tears to your eyes. Atsumu reaches around and roughly grabs one of your bouncing breasts.

“What’s the matter, princess? Too hard for you?” Atsumu grunts, rolling your nipple between his pointer and middle fingers. You moan loudly.

“Hurts!” You exclaim. “So good!” A sob wracks through your body. Atsumu moans as you tighten around him.

“What a pain slut,” Atsumu says. You nod as you cry. Osamu gently thumbed your tears away, pulling you down for a soft kiss.

“Yer such a good girl, takin’ us both,” Osamu whispers.

“Move, daddy, please,” you beg. Atsumu’s hard thrusts were pushing Osamu’s cock deeper in you but you needed more.

Osamu’s hands wrapped around your sides as he lifts you slightly off his cock. You whimper as Atsumu’s cock abuses you at a different angle. Osamu’s slow, deep thrusts were just enough to cancel the persistent pain caused by Atsumu’s hard and fast ones. You threw your head back in ecstasy as the twins fell into a brutal rhythm.

“Daddy,” you moan, hands running up Osamu’s thick chest. Atsumu grunts and twists your nipple. “Tsumu, ‘m so full.”

Your hand drifts down your own abdomen, tracing around the bulge where Osamu was seated deep in you. You moan before letting your fingers drift a little more until they reach your clit.

“Gonna cum,” you whimper as you rub the sensitive nub. Your legs twitch from all the stimulation.

“Go ‘head, baby, cum for daddy,” Osamu says.

Atsumu knocks your hand away, placing his own fingers over your clit, rubbing vicious circles around it. You moan loudly.

“Cum for me , princess,” Atsumu says. “Right. Now.”

You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach finally snaps. You gush around Osamu’s cock, walls squeezing around him as he moans.

“Fuck, squeezin’ me so tight, yer milkin’ my cock, sweetheart,” Osamu moans. His hips falter as his cock twitches deep inside you.

“Fill me up, daddy, please,” you moan, bouncing on his cock. “Want your cum in me.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill up yer slutty, little cunt?” Osamu asks. You nod. “Come ‘ere, sweetheart.” Osamu pulls you into a breathtaking kiss as he pumps you full of his seed.

“That’s enough o’ that,” Atsumu says. He pulls you up off of Osamu and into his chest. He easily manipulates your body until you’re face down in his mattress and your ass is up in the air. “Gonna fuck ya real well now, princess.”

“Fill me up, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg, arching your back. “Cum in me.”

“Fuck,” he swears. “Wanna cum in that sweet cunt o’ yers.”

“Please, please,” you moan as he continues to fuck your ass. “Want you to cum in my cunt.”

Atsumu looks at Osamu with the question written on his face.

“Go ahead, fill ‘er up, Tsumu,” Osamu says.

Atsumu pulls completely out, leaving your knees weak. He wraps one strong arm around you and plunges into your pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” Atsumu swears. “So tight, even after Samu’s filled ya up twice.”

“Fill me up, Uncle Tsumu,” you moan. “Cum in my tight, little pussy, please!”

“Whatever ya want, princess,” Atsumu moans. His hips stutter as you clench around him. “Fuck, gonna fill you up so good. You gonna cum for me again, princess?”

You nod as you reach down to play with your clit. “Want your cum in me, Uncle Tsumu,” you say.

“As soon as you- fuck!- as soon as you cum around my cock,” Atsumu says. “Want you gushing around me, milking my cock, princess.”

“So close, Uncle Tsumu,” you breathe. “Need more.”

Atsumu pulls out, flipping you over, before pounding back into you. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you into his chest. You moan loudly as he hits that spongy, little spot inside you head on.

“Cum on my cock, princess,” he whispers in your ear as you wrap your legs around him. You nod as he fucks you deeper than before.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moan, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You drag your nails down his skin as you cum hard, juices gushing, mixing with Osamu’s cum. “Please, fill me up, Uncle Tsumu! I need it, I need your cum in me!”

“Fuck,” Atsumu grunts as his cock twitches deep inside you. You roll your hips and your walls flutter around him as he paints them white.

“So, full,” you breathe as Atsumu fucks you through his orgasm. Your walls milk him until he hisses from overstimulation.

“Fuck, yer such a good girl, princess,” Atsumu says, laying you down next to Osamu.

You frown as you feel cum leaking down your thighs.

“It’s leaking,” you whine. “Wanna be full.”

Atsumu spreads your legs wide and leans down, licking a broad stripe up your messy slit. You gasp as his tongue pushes his cum back inside of you.

“Just gonna clean ya up, princess,” Atsumu whispers, pushing your legs up to your chest.

You clench around nothing, pushing his and Osamu’s loads out of your cunt. Atsumu licks it up with a low slurping noise.

“Come on, give me more, princess,” he says. He uses his thumb to rub circles over your clit. Your walls spasm from overstimulation.

“Tsumu!” You cry as you cum. Your juices squirt out, drenching his face.

“That’s my princess,” he praises, licking his lips. Atsumu wipes his face off before climbing up his bed to lay on your other side. “Come here, princess.”

You twist out of Osamu’s arms to face Atsumu. He grabs your chin gently and pulls you into a slow, soft kiss.

“I love ya, princess,” Atsumu mumbles, cupping your cheek. Your cheeks burn.

“I love you, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say. Osamu’s arms tighten around you. “I love you, too, daddy.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Osamu says. You yawn cutely and snuggle into the soft sheets below you. Atsumu yawns and tosses an arm around your waist.

“Next time, I get her cunt,” Atsumu says, closing his eyes.

“You’ll get what I give you, dumbass,” Osamu says.

“Bastard.”

“Bitch.”

You smile as the sound of the twins arguing fades as you fall asleep.

Next time…

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julesclues · 3 years

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Helloo how are you? I was wondering if you could do a jj smut in which him & reader are having rOuGh seggs but it's from jj’s pov. It’s ok if you’re not comfortable with it<3

You’re Mine

Warnings: smut, rough sex, oral (f receiving), choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please), jealous! jj, 18+ themes

Word count: 1.93k

Pairing(s): JJ Maybank x reader

A/n: this is my first time writing smut, so I hope it’s good!

Summary: JJ and y/n are dating but when she starts talking to some random touron at a party, JJ gets jealous and reminds her who she really belongs to. (JJ’s perspective)

I watched as John B twirled Sarah to the beat of the music. Kiara and Pope were at the bar drinking God knows what. It sure made them get drunk quick though. As for y/n, I watched her intensely as she danced alone, in the middle of everyone. A goddess was an understatement. I downed my beer and made my way to her. I felt myself getting hard by just watching her. The way she swayed her hips with not a care in the world made me wonder how I managed to find a woman like her. Why she would even think about being with someone like me.

As I made my way to her, I saw a man approach her. He had blue eyes, a bit darker than mine, and a bit of a stubble lingering on his face. He was obviously drunk, but y/n being the oblivious beauty she is, thought he was just being friendly. I felt my fist tighten as my knuckles turned white with jealously. He wasn’t touching her or doing anything to her, but his intentions were obvious. At least to me they were. I got closer to listen to their conversation, but made sure not to involve myself just yet.

“Ya from around here?” His hard accent asked her. I rolled my eyes at his cliche attempt to get into her pants. “Yeah,” y/n chuckled. “Born and raised.” Her answers were short and sweet, I knew she was just trying to be friendly. I trusted her to not cheat on me, of course. But I didn’t trust him to not make a move. “So, you single?” He asks, getting closer to her. I felt my blood boiling. “No,” you say awkwardly. “I- uh. I have a boyfriend.” He hums in understanding but still moves closer to her. “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him, right?” He puts his hand on her shoulder, and that’s why I finally interfere. “Y/n, baby,” I say, spinning her around to look at me. Her eyes lit up as she looked at me. God, she was beautiful.

“This the boyfriend?” The guy asks, and she turn to him. “Yeah,” she answers nonchalantly. “Come on, we’re getting out of here,” I say roughly. Before leaving though, I make sure the guy knows that she’s mine. “Don’t talk to her again, got it?” I hiss. He rolls his eyes and walks away without a word. I pull y/n all the way to her house and slam the door shut. She jumps a bit, knowing I was angry. “I hate that guy,” I admit, pacing back and forth. All she does is chuckle, making me stop and look up at her. “It’s fine JJ,” she says, trying to reassure me. But for some reason, that made me more mad. “You saying you liked how he was trying to get in your pants?” I ask, getting close to her. She blinks a couple times, her eyes flickering to my lips and back up to my eyes.

“N-no,” she stutters, squeezing her thighs together. I smirk, eyes roaming her beautiful body. She had on tight leather pants that I loved so much, with a deep v-neck shirt that was once mine. “I don’t believe you,” I whisper, as I start to kiss her neck. She moans ever so slightly into my ear, which sounded like pure bliss to me. I attack the other side of her neck now, pushing her slightly to trap her body against mine and the wall. “JJ,” she moans, but I silence her by kissing her harshly. She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging at it a bit. She drives me crazy.

I grab her hands and pin them to the wall, making her grunt with pleasure. “No touching princess. I don’t think you deserve it after what you did today.” She whines in disappointment which just fuels my need for her. I go back to kissing her neck just to hear those little whimpers I always longed for. “Up,” I command, and she obeys, jumping while wrapping her legs around my waist. I grab her ass, squeezing and carrying her to the bedroom. I throw her on the bed and she props herself up with her forearms, eyes scanning my body and I rip of my shirt. “You’re gonna be a good girl, right?” I ask, crawling on top of her and pinning her arms down. “Yes JJ! Anything for you,” she moans, as I grab her shirt and rip it off her body. I look down and realize she had no bra on. “I thought you were a good girl?” I question, as her face turns a bit red. I don’t give her time to respond though, as I bring my mouth to her breast. “JJ!” She moans in pure delight. As my mouth attacks her right nipple, my hand massages the left one.

She arches her back in pleasure, making her clothed core rub against mine, making me moan against her chest. The vibrations make her groan, causing me to smirk. Halting my actions, she whimpers as her nipples harden. I kiss down her stomach, leading to her core. I start to unbutton her pants and she lifts her hips so I had no resistance in taking them off. Her panties slip down with her pants, and I stare at her glistening pussy. I threw her pants somewhere across the room, not really caring at this point. I was painfully hard already, but had to make sure she knew who she truly belonged to. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” I admit and she giggles. “But you’ve been bad y/n. Talking to that excuse of a man. Not realizing he was flirting with you. I’ll show you who you belong to. I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” I lick my lips in anticipation and dive down to taste her.

I start to lick her folds, making her moan and shiver. “Oh, JJ!” I’ll never get tired of hearing her moan my name. My tongue swirls around her clit as she throws her hands in my hair and pulls a bit. As good as it feels, I throw her hands off my head and pin it above hers. “No touching,” I whisper and go back to tasting her. Using my free hand, I insert two fingers into her, but give her no time to adjust. “Fuck!” She moans loudly, arching her back. I thrust my fingers into her at a fast pace, while my tongue leaves wet circles against her clit. “Oh g-god! Pl-please don’t stop!” She moans and stutters. I felt her getting closer and closer with each thrust. Her legs start to shake and I feel her hands turn into fists. But before she could cum, I stopped completely and looked up at her. I removed my fingers and brought them to her mouth. “Suck,” I command, but she keeps her mouth closed.

I pull on her hair, making her gasp, and insert my fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself. “You said you were going to be a good girl,” I say in disappointment and lust. She twirls her tongue around my fingers as I keep talking. “But so far, you haven’t been. If you want to cum princess, then you better listen to me, got it?” All she did was nod in response, moaning just a little bit. I remove my fingers from my mouth and take off the bottom half of my clothing. Her breathing became more erratic as she stared down at my cock. I smirked, feeling confident. She grabs my cock in impulse, making me moan and throw my head back. “Shit,” I groan, but throw her hands off. “No touching,” I grunt. She whines and I get back on top of her.

I align my dick with her entrance, rubbing up and down her folds. “Stop teasing baby, p-please,” she begs. “What do you want princess?” I ask her, and she grinds against my cock. “Princess,” I warn, and she bites her lip. “I want you JJ.” I smirk and shake my head. “You want me to what, y/n?” She groans in frustration, just wanting me already. It was fun to watch her long for me. “I want you to fuck me JJ! Please, fuck me until I can’t walk.” My cock twitches at her words. “As you wish princess.” I roughly slam into her, not giving her time to adjust as I start to thrust in and out of her. She gasps loudly, grabbing onto my shoulders and clawing her nails down my back because of the pleasure. “Oh! JJ! Yes!” She repeats my name like a mantra, causing me to go faster and harder.

I put my hand on her throat, and she moans. “F-fuck yes! Choke me harder.” I moan at her words, pushing down on her neck harder. I make sure not to hurt her, but it was obviously she liked it a lot. I felt her pussy clench against my dick, which made me throw my head back. Each vein caressed her walls like we were made for each other. I felt her getting close, since I didn’t let her cum before. “Shit! I-I’m gonna cum!” She groans, but I squeeze her throat slightly. “Not yet princess. I tell you when to cum, got it?” She whines, not being able to respond. I loved watching her try hard not to cum for me. How badly she tried to obey me. “Be the good little girl you say you are,” I moan. She squeezes her eyes shut and opens her mouth. Her breathing became more erratic, making me only fuck her harder.

My thrusts started to become more sloppy as I felt myself wanting to explode in her. “Y/n! Fucking shit! You feel so good around me baby. Never going to talk to another guy again.” She moans loudly at my words, desperate to cum. I feel my orgasm approaching, as I stare down at her beauty. Her breast bounce with each thrust. This was definitely a moment I’ll think about while self-pleasuring.

“Such a good girl! F-fuck. Cum for me y/n. Do it baby. Cum around my cock!” Instantly, she moans load and claws against my back. I feel her milk my cock as her orgasm runs through her aggressively. My thrusts don’t stop though, as I help her ride through her orgasm. Though she had cum, I wasn’t giving up just yet. I started going faster, as the headboard of her bed shook violently. “JJ!” She screams, clenching her thighs together. I push them open though and hold them there. I don’t think she even knew she was that flexible. “Ah! O-oh fuck! I’m gonna cum again!” She screams, gripping the bed sheets with immense pleasure. “Cum with me y/n! Tell everyone w-who you belong to!”

I cum in her as she cums too, screaming my name. I thrust a couple more times, helping her ride out her high. After I hear her moans quiet down, I roll off of her and lay next to her. The room was silent, apart from her erratic breathing and my panting. “If I had known me talking to a guy would lead to this, I would’ve done it more often,” she jokes, making me look at her instead of the ceiling. I chuckle as she bites her lip. “JJ that was..” her voice fades, as she looks down and smirks. “That was fucking amazing.” I smile and climb back on top of her.

“I’m just getting started princess.”

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mizunetzu · 3 years

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ok ok so my request 👉🏻👈🏻

it’s the most obvious thing but i have a full crush on bakugou, so can you please write about him x male reader, where the reader is like.. having nightmares or almost doesn’t sleep because of his quirk (idk like maybe he can hear something special or predict anything bad, doesn’t really matter) but feels safe around bakugou so he always falls asleep around him or even oN him and katsuki is like “😡(❤️)shit whatever” and the reader is kinda shy about that but totally ok with their friends being like “wow bro that’s kinda gay :> ” because he is comfortable with “oh that’s because i aM the gay✌🏻” and his classmates love him and everything and would never mock.. but one time someone from another class was really really rude bcs of that or said that katsuki hates it so the reader starts to avoid bakugou and bakugou geTS MAD about it because reader is just his and no one else’s >:0 maybe a little confession from him in the end, maybe some.. *gay coughing* angy k*ss from him

please make it angsty but with a fluffy ending please please and thank you very much in advance💙 sorry if it’s too big i can’t explain my thoughts properly thaha

Bruh I just realized how long this request is 💀💀 also look at me, writing it like decades after you requested it 😭 pls enjoy I’m actually quite proud of it (also isn’t that gif perfect hahah get it bc the prompt was abt like sleeping and bakugou’s sleeping and-yeah I’ll let u read now)

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Bakugou x reader - Angry Insomniacs

⚠️Warnings - mild arguing, it’s not that bad

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“Why are you always fuckin’ sleeping on me?”

It first started during the Sports Festival. The chicken race and cavalry battle really took a toll on (Y/n), and he was suffering harsh quirk drawbacks. That, being drowsiness.

Somewhere on the stands, (y/n’s) eyes grew heavier and heavier until he realized he had fallen asleep. He also didn’t realized until he woke up that no one disturbed him when he was near Bakugou. Be it fear, or just plain respect, (Y/n) seemed to get the best rest when he was with Bakugou. Not even Iida dared to wake him up when he dosed off on Bakugous shoulder.

He always made it a point to be in Bakugous vicinity when ever he could, taking naps with his head buried in his arms next to Bakugou at lunch, or having his head resting on his shoulder in the dorms.

“Oi! Don’t drift off on me!”

“Mm? Sorry, Bakugou.”

(Y/n) rubbed his eyes as he weakly pushed off the common room couch, stretching and yawning as he did so. “Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

“N-no, dumbass! Fuck kinda question is that, shit-for-brains?!”

“I’ll see you there later then, Bakugou.” (Y/n) gave a slight nod, Bakugou practically foaming at the mouth already, before trotting off the continue his nap in his own room.

Before heading to his room though, he walked into the kitchen to grab a post-nap time snack. Tsuyu, who was already digging in the fridge, stepped back so (Y/n) could grab whatever he wanted.

Tsu eyed (Y/n’s) slightly tousled hair. “Did you take another nap on bakugou-chan? Kero.”

(Y/n) hummed out a “yes.” Tsu hummed back in acknowledgment. Kaminari and Kirishima, unintentionally, started listening in from their place in the kitchen after hearing Bakugou being mentioned.

Tsuyu put a finger to her lip. “Ne, (Y/n)-chan, why do you always take naps on Bakugou-chan? It’s always him, kero, and you go out of your way to make sure it’s only him.”

“Why?” (Y/n) pulled off the carton of milk stubbornly hanging on to the fridge. “Because I like Bakugou. Duh. And I sleep better near people I like.

Kaminari gasped comically while Kirishima sputtered and choked on his words. Not just listening anymore, Kaminari but in. “L-like? Like, ‘like’-like?!”

Kaminari and Kirishima joined Tsuyu and (Y/n) near the fridge. (Y/n) nodded out an “mm-hm.”, whilst grabbing a cup from the cabinet.

“So you’re like...” Kirishima made wild, indecipherable, gestures with his hand. Eventually, after realizing no one was taking the hint, brought his voice down to a whisper.

“...like...gay..?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell us?!” Kaminari grasped at his blond hair. (Y/n) thought for a moment, poured himself a glass of milk, and shrugged.

“I don’t know. You never asked.”

“And you’re so comfortable just telling us now? Why, kero-kero?”

“Because I’m gay as fuuuuuck.” (Y/n) took a swig of milk like it was a shot of whiskey. “And it’s not like it was a secret or anything.”

“Though I don’t think Bakugou knows. He’s too angry about me sleepin’ on him all the time to actually care about me.”

(Y/n) polished off his glass of milk. He set the cup down gently into the sink. “Eh, it’s not like I actually care for what he thinks about me.”

“See ya, I’m gonna finish my nap.”

“Uh-bye”

“Bye-bye.”

“Bye, kero.”

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(Y/n) yawned as his head lolled off of Bakugou’s shoulder. He hissed, dusting off his shoulder angrily.

“Go sleep somewhere else!”

“I’m just goin’ to the bathroom, Bakugou, I’ll be back. Keep your shoulder warm for me.”

(Y/n) weakly stood up from his chair, and sluggishly walked out of the cafeteria. Damn, his feet felt heavy. Maybe if he hurried to the bathroom, he’d get back in time to catch a few more minutes of sleep before Bakugou exploded on him or lunch ended.

(Y/n’s) shoulder accidentally caught on someone else’s, making him stumble back and rub his shoulder. Monoma tilted his chin up in a mocking fashion.

“Ara? Is that (L/n) (Y/n) from class 1-A I see?”

(Y/n) nodded, only half processing his words as he continued on his way to the bathroom. Monoma followed somewhat behind, spewing words and one-liners that went in one ear and out the other. That is, until,

“Honestly, you would’ve thought that angry blond kid would’ve told you by now”.

(Y/n’s) ear perked up. He halted to a stop, Monoma following suit and shoving his hands smugly in his pockets. “What’s this about Bakugou?”

“Oh? He really didn’t tell you, huh? That’s...” Monoma stifled a condescending snicker. “...surprising.”

(Y/n) stepped closer. “C’mon man, tell me what?”

Monoma sighed. “Well,”

“I heard that Mr. Blasty, matter-o-factly,” Monoma jabbed his pointer finger into (Y/n’s) chest. “Really, really hates it when you sleep on, or near him. Actually,”

“I think he just hates you in general.”

(Y/n) furrowed his brows. He’s lying. He’s lying. He likes him, doesn’t he? Bakugou likes him, or else he wouldn’t have lead him on for so long, right?

Because he wouldn’t let just anyone sleep on his shoulder...right?

“You’re lying.”

“Well, believe what you want, honestly,” Monoma made a show of crossing his arms dramatically. “But you should see the way he shit-talks and glares at you in you’re sleep. It’s not like he can push you off though, you’re ‘just so persistent you’ll never leave him the fuck alone’.”

(Y/n) shoved his hands in his pockets. Monoma raised his hands in defense. “His words, not mine.”

(Y/n) turned on his heel and began to speed walk to the bathroom. Monoma yelled out from his spot in the empty hallway.

“Oh? You don’t want to hear what he thinks about your little crush on him?”

(Y/n) froze. He was under the assumption that everyone but him knew, could he be wrong? He pressed his lips into a fine line, turning around as composedly as he could. Though, he couldn’t mask the fearful curiosity in his eyes.

Monoma grinned. It was an unpleasant, sarcastic grin, one that didn’t look peaceful or pleasing at all.

“Well, I doubt that there’s anything to to say at all, so does it really ma-“

“What...what does he say about me?” (Y/n’s) voice quivered. He knew he was falling into Monoma’s trap, that he was just trying to provoke him, that he was looking for any kind of reaction, but his curiosity got the best of him. It really did, because Monoma’s words stabbed spears into (Y/n’s) heart, word by word.

“Blasty thinks it’s fucking disgusting how you like him, like, as another dude. Like honestly, he thinks you take him for an idiot for thinking he actually didn’t know! And the fact you sleep so close to him know full well you want to get in his pants?! He thinks you’re a pervert! A lazy shit! A fag! Ahahaha!”

Monoma loud cackles were cut short when he suddenly slumped over. He sunk to the ground, revealing Kendo, holding one big hand up and the other to her waist. She most likely knocked Monoma out once she heard his condescending retorts from the cafeteria.

Kendo sighed, bending down the haul Monoma’s arm over her shoulder. Her heavy glare softened once she caught sight of (Y/n’s) buggy eyed face starting at the ground where Monoma was.

“Sorry...he didn’t say anything too harsh, right?” Kendo’s words were gentle, but they sounded practically inaudible to (Y/n’s) traumatized ears.

He wordlessly staggered past her, heading back into the cafeteria to grab his lunch and sit elsewhere. He supposed he wouldn’t bother Bakugou anymore. Since he’s so damn ‘persistent’, he figured he’d stop bothering him for the rest of the day.

He wished he wasn’t so curious about what Bakugou thought of him. Like people say, ignorance is bliss. He could’ve gone his whole high school career without knowing Bakugou hated his every being. How was he going to face him in class knowing every pointer glare, every scoff, every insult was genuine?

(Y/n) felt his throat tighten. For the first time in years, (L/n) (Y/n) was fully awake.

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It was the first time in many months that (Y/n) didn’t sit in the seat next to Bakugou, napping in his presence. He’d done it every day no fail, that is until this week. Actually, this is the 6th consecutive day he didn’t take a nap at all.

(Y/n) sat placid in his assigned seat, eyes wide and trying to keep awake. He couldn’t sleep without thinking of Bakugou, and every time he did it was always him scoffing and turning his back on him.

Every few seconds, (Y/n) would jolt harshly in his seat, rocking back and forth like a drug addict in withdrawal. He stared at his desk with eyes that could kill someone, and he dug his hands into his forearms to keep himself somewhat awake.

He didn’t hear Kirishima calling his name until he snapped his fingers infront of his face. The snap rang like a gunshot, surprising (Y/n) from his trance so badly he jolted back like he got electrocuted. Kirishima raised an eyebrow.

“You...ok man...?”

(Y/n’s) dry eyes landed fixed onto Kirishima. He relaxed, and let out a breath he didn’t know he was taking. “M’fine...”

His voice cracked like it hadn’t been used for days. (Y/n) let his eyes drift back forward, hunching back over and huddling his body like he was trying to squeeze himself to death. When Kirishima gave him a skeptical glare and crossed his arms, (Y/n) let out a small “m’ just tired, that’s all...” and gave the most pathetic smile known to man.

“If you’re so tired,” Mina, rested her arms on the back of (Y/n’s) chair. “Why don’t you sleep on Bakugou like you do every morn-“

“NO! I-I can’t do that!” (Y/n) whipped his head back, gripping the back of his chair so hard his hand turned white. Mina and Kirishima flinched, noticeably caught off guard with his sudden outburst. “I...can’t...I can’t do that...”

(Y/n) suddenly looked very awake, contrasting the way he looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open the whole time they were in class.

(Y/n’s) breath steadied as he shut his mouth awkwardly. “M’sorry...for yelling...didn’t mean to...”

(Y/n) scrubbed at his eyes. The rush of adrenaline was already wearing off. Mina set her dainty pink hand on (Y/n’s) hunched form. “Why not...?”

“I just can’t.”

(Y/n) said nothing more. He went back to his occasional jolts awake and scrubbing his heavy eyes every 2 minutes. Kirishima sighed, shaking his head towards Bakugou, before shrugging his shoulders then forming an ‘X’ with his hands.

Bakugou clicked his tongue angrily, turning and facing back forward in his seat.

——

(Y/n) was practically seeing stars by the end of hero’s class.

It was a relatively simple assignment, 1 on 1 sparring, but it caused a lot of quirk use.

He fought both his tired eyes and Midoryia, but ultimately failing due to his harsh quirk drawbacks. Midoryia barely had to break a sweat to have (Y/n) come toppling down.

(Y/n) was ushered back into the horde of students murmuring “don’t mind” and “you did great!”, but he just slithered past and stood a few feet away from them, all the way in the back of the field.

All might was explaining something (Y/n) couldn’t quite hear. Not only because he was standing so far away, but because his hearing had been considerably wonky, not to mention the hissing, ringing sound irritating his eardrums.

“Oi.”

And even if the ringing had stopped and he could hear, his brain was too tuckered out to remember anything past five seconds ago.

“Oi!”

Gosh, speaking of his brain-

“OI! SHIT-FOR-BRAINS! YOU GONNA KEEP IGNORING ME OR YOU GONNA TELL ME WHY YOU’VE BEEN AVOIDIN’ ME?!”

Bakugou set off a small explosion. The blast wasn’t nearly as loud or powerful as in combat, but to a tired mans ears, it sounded like nukes. The ringing in (Y/n’s) ears spiked, and he cupped his ears tightly.

“B-Bakugou, nows not-“

“OH, YOU TRYNA TUNE ME OUT BY COVERIN’ YOUR EARS NOW?!” Another explosion. Bakugou’s gauntlets had been out for repairs since his last hero training, so (Y/n) could clearly see the glowing red and yellow spark from his fist. The ringing spiked again. His vision burned with sparks.

(Y/n) winced, saying nothing, and brought his hands to rub at his eyes. Bakugou eyebrow twitched.

“STOP IGNORING ME!”

Bakugou brought his hand out, his gloved hand starting to glow red with his next explosion. (Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore.

He stumbled forward, and grabbed Bakugou’s wrist. He shoved it out of the way, but his hand still ignited and set off a blast that propelled them straight to the ground.

“G-get off-a me!” Bakugou tried pushing (Y/n) off with his free hand.

(Y/n) pinned Bakugou’s glowing right hand by the wrist, using his other to hold down his other shoulder. (Y/n) would’ve never done something as ballsy and stupid as this, but he was too tired, too done, too much in pain to care.

“What are you actually trying to say!? All that stupid extra yelling and petty insults, they get you fucking nowhere! Spit it out! Or does trying to intimidate every single fucking person you meet just self-satisfaction?!”

Bakugou growled. He grabbed at (Y/n’s) shoulders, pushing off of him and pinning (Y/n) to the ground in his place.

“Then what about you, huh?!” Bakugou was angrily spitting at (Y/n’s) face. “Why the fuck did you stop getting enough sleep for your quirk?! Are you just that dumb that you stay up at night?!”

“I don’t wanna hear it from a stupid fucker like you, who can’t even take care of himself!”

(Y/n) hissed. He freed his dominant hand from Bakugou’s vice grip and pushed at Bakugou’s face, grabbing a fistful of his hair. “All you ever do is shit talk! Shut up! No one thinks it’s fucking cool!”

“What the hell are you even talking about?!”

The two wrestled on the ground, angrily grabbing and tugging at each other, and rolling around on the floor. There were shouts of “get Aizawa-no, get midnight-sensei!” and “All might, stop them!”, but the two were so caught up in their fight they couldn’t hear anything.

“Can’t you ever learn to mind your fucking Business?!”

“What the fuck does that even have to do with this!”

(Y/n) flipped Bakugou over one more time. He pushed him down by the forehead, pushing his head down into the ground while Bakugou flailed and kicked from underneath him.

“SHUT UP! WHY DO YOU EVEN FUCKIN’ CARE, BAKUGOU?! WHY DO...w-why do...wh...”

A sweet, sweet smell flooded (Y/n’s) senses. It smelt relaxing, tantalizing, it smelled like sleep. It smelled like sleep. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep so bad. Maybe he could just...

(Y/n) slowly sank from his spot on top of Bakugou, flopping on top of his body and going completely slack. Bakugou’s eyes widened, and he covered his nose.

Midnight strutted from above the two, waving away a few stray wisps of her mist. Bakugou hacked out a new breath, while (Y/n) laid on top of him, peacefully asleep for the first time in days.

“Well, it seems like you two already know without me saying it.” Midnight motioned over to two small robots carrying a stretcher. “I’ll just take him to recovery girl and he should wake up in-“

Bakugou pursed his lips and wrapped his arms around (Y/n’s) sleeping figure when Midnight extended her arm towards them. He tightened his arms around (Y/n).

“I’ll do it. S-since this piece of shit attacked me first and...I’ll just do it-!”

Midnight eyed him knowingly, before waving him off and mumbling something about ‘youth’.

——

(Y/n’s) eyes fluttered open. His body felt like it was broken in every way possible. It was so sore, it hurt even thinking about moving. (Y/n) laid there, with his eyes half open, contemplating whether or not he should close them again.

Would he be able to sleep, though? Even if he’d started sleeping near Bakugou as a ‘don’t-wake-me-up’ measure, it slowly stopped being just that and more a matter of he felt safe and comfortable around him. In a way, he’s become a bit dependent on him, which is probably a bad thing, but he didn’t care.

Sleeping with Bakugou felt best. But that wasn’t an option, now was it?

(Y/n) pursed his lips, an involuntary groan rumbling from his tired vocal cords. He continued staring at the blinding nurse office lights, staring until he saw spots in his vision.

“Stop doing that-do you wanna go fuckin’ blind?”

(Y/n) flinched. He hated the way that familiar, aggravated voice still stirred butterflies into his stomach. He glanced to his side, as if to make sure he wasn’t just hearing things.

He met eyes with Bakugou.

“Bout’ time you fuckin’ woke up. Been waitin’ forever, shit-for-brains.”

(Y/n) averted his eyes back up to the blinding floodlights. Bakugou scowled. “Oi! Don’t ignore m-“

“How long were you here for?”

Bakugou went silent. It was his turn to avert his eyes, albeit more angrily.

“...I was here since you fuckin’ fainted in class, idiot. I even carried your stupid body here from the dumbass carrier bots.”

(Y/n’s) eyes softened, unlike Bakugou’s, who glared at the floor just beside the chair he was sitting in. (Y/n) checked the big black clock mounted on top of Recovery Girl’s desk.

It was 6:00 pm.

If Bakugou was telling the truth, he’d been sitting there waiting for him to wake up for 4 hours straight.

“Bakugou-its been hours since class ended-you should be at the dorms by now-! Why did you-“

“Well if you told me why you suddenly started avoiding me we wouldn’t be here right now!”

(Y/n) let his mouth fall closed. Bakugou scoffed. “Well?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth, but it clamped shut when Monoma’s words echoed in his mind. Bakugou looked at him with an expectant face.

“I can’t tell you.”

“WH-“ Bakugou sputtered angrily. “COURSE YOU CAN! THE FUCKS STOPPING YOU!”

“Nothing I-I just can’t!”

“WHY!? WHY NOT?!”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”

“OK AND?! I LOVE YOU TOO!”

“THEN WHATS THE PROBLEM HERE!” (Y/n) shouted, before he cupped his mouth in realization. Bakugou’s eyes went wide aswell. “Wait I didn’t mean that-“

“YEAH! WHATS THE FUCKIN PROBLEM HERE?!” Bakugou recovered from his initial shock, already back to yelling. (Y/n) furrowed his brows with a blush.

“Wh..wait so-“

“I LIKE YOU, YOU LIKE ME, SO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STOP SLEEPING ON ME?!”

“Wait but...” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. “Don’t you, y’know...not like it...when I do that-?”

“DUMBASS! WHERE’D YOU GET THAT FROM?!” It seemed like Bakugou got angrier and angrier each passing second. It was hard to tell what (Y/n) found so attractive about him.

“From...from Monoma...?”

Bakugou looked angrier than ever. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. “YOU-I CAN’T BELIEVE-! I-! FUCK IT!”

Bakugou snarled and practically shoved his face onto (Y/n’s), angrily stealing his breath away with a kiss. The kiss, surprisingly, was soft and gentle, despite Bakugou’s previous intensity. It seemed to calm Bakugou down, and cheer (Y/n) up.

The two slowly parted for air. It was quiet for a second, something that rarely happened near Bakugou.

“I thought you hated me...”

“W-why the fuck would I hate you...dumbass.” Bakugou rested his forehead on (Y/n’s) shoulder. His spiky tufts of blond hair tickling (Y/n’s) face.

“Because Monoma said so...?”

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Bakugou snarled, climbing into the cot (Y/n) was in. He pushed (Y/n) back down into the pillow, pulling up the white blanket and laying down next to him. He guided (Y/n’s) head-a tad bit forcefully-to his chest. “...after we sleep.”

Bakugou shut his eyes, half irritated and half embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled tiredly. He nuzzled his head into Bakugou’s chest.

“Goodnight, Bakugou.”

——

Extra:

Monoma walked into class 1-B the next morning. He yawned, still a bit tired, when he ran straight into someone.

“Hey, copycat fucker.”

Monoma looked up. The class was empty, with no one but Bakugou standing infront of him.

Fuck.

Needless to say, Bakugou got another 3 days of house arrest.

——————

Bru this was so long ong

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hyogonokitsune · 3 years

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blush -- suna rintarou x reader

here’s some soft suna smut, go fetch!

edit: here’s pt 2 and pt 3

virginity loss, slight praise kink, oral (f receiving), whoops! rintarou has feelings

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You were not quite sure how you all ended up on this topic, but it didn’t surprise you one bit that Atsumu was the one to bring it up.

“So how old were ya when ya lost it?” he asked with a grin on his face.

Suna glanced up at the sky as he thought about his answer. “Fourteen, I guess.”

“Ugh, man! You beat me!” Atsumu groaned in annoyance. “I was fifteen.” It was slight, but you caught Suna giving him a self-satisfied smirk. Atsumu turned to his brother next. “What about you, ‘Samu? I don’t think I ever asked.”

“Pfft, like hell I’d ever tell you,” was the only response he gave.

The four of you were walking through Inarizaki’s dark campus together after the team’s evening practice. It was early autumn, and although the days were still warm, the temperature at night was beginning to dip lower and lower. You shivered as a crisp breeze blew past, digging your hands further into your jacket pockets.

“What about you, y/n?” Atsumu asked, peering down at you. “How old were ya?”

You had hoped he’d forgotten about you, but now that he had directly asked you could feel your cheeks reddening slightly. “I, uh, I haven’t done it yet,” you answered sheepishly.

“What, seriously?! You’re a virgin?” Atsumu’s eyes widened in surprise, but they quickly squinched shut when Osamu smacked him on the back of the head.

“Yell it a bit louder, why don’t ya? I don’t think everyone on campus heard you, dumbass.”

“Ouch, sorry,” Atsumu muttered in apology, but your blush had already deepened. “I’m just a little shocked to learn that our precious manager is a virgin.”

“It’s not really that big of a deal, honestly,” Suna said, his voice low. It was a little unusual to hear him defend anyone, but you were grateful for it all the same.

“Ya know, y/n, if ya ever wanna lose your virginity, I’d be happy to help out,” Atsumu said, giving you a salacious smirk. You rolled your eyes at his offer, a small laugh escaping from your lips as you flicked him on the side of his head.

The path split then, and Suna turned left to continue on by himself to the campus dorms. He waved goodnight to the three of you, and you noticed that his eyes lingered on you for half a second too long before he turned away.

Click, click, click

Your thumb pressed repeatedly on the end of your pen as you stared hard at the words in front of you.

“Hey, knock it off.” You looked up at the sound of Suna’s voice, his irritation plain on his face. “It’s annoying.”

The two of you were sitting on the floor of his room, Suna propped up against his bed and you leaning against the opposite wall. Loose sheets of paper and an open textbook were on the floor between you as you both studied for an exam the next day.

“Sorry, I didn’t even realize I was doing it,” you muttered, turning your attention back to Suna’s notebook on your lap. You were reading through it, checking that there wasn’t anything he had written down that you had missed in class. In truth, you were finding it hard to concentrate on the notes, as something else was nagging at your thoughts. You hadn’t been able to shake the conversation you’d had the other night, and despite Atsumu’s suggestion, he wasn’t the one you had been thinking about since then.

You had heard rumors around campus, and stories from some of the girls in your classes. At first it had made you a little uncomfortable to know such personal details about someone you had to see every day, especially since he wasn’t aware that you knew, but over time you gradually got used to it, and you were beginning to wonder about what it might be like to experience that firsthand. You were sure that it wouldn’t get out. After all, those rumors that you had heard had come from the girls themselves, never him; if you didn’t tell anyone, no one would ever have to know about it. Besides, after two and a half years spent on the same team, you two had grown rather close. There were few people that you could trust more than him, and, in your opinion at least, that was the most important factor influencing your decision.

You just had to think of a way to tell him.

Suna’s low voice cut through the silence in the room. “Maaan, I’m beat. What time is it?” he asked, stretching his arms over his head.

You glanced at your watch, sighing a bit when you saw how late it was. “Half past ten.”

“Fuck.” He rubbed at his eyes. “I think we’ve crammed as much as we possibly can for tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you replied as you stood up. The two of you started tidying up his room, and you gathered your books and pens into your bag.

“You want me to walk you to the bus stop?”

“No, I’ll be alright.”

“’Kay.”

You had your hand on the doorknob, ready to leave, but you found yourself unable to turn it.

“Suna?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, and when he turned to look at you, you felt an unexpected surge of confidence well up inside. If you didn’t tell him now, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to.

Dropping your hand from the doorknob, you angled your shoulders to face him head on, willing yourself to look him in the eye. “I want you to take my virginity.”

There was a slight widening of his eyes, almost imperceptible, but you caught it before his face fell back into its usual indifferent mask. There was a moment or two of silence, and you tried to keep yourself from panicking; maybe he was just trying to gauge how serious you were.

Eventually he spoke, the corner of his lip quirking up into a cheeky grin. “You sure you don’t want Atsumu to be the one?”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling. “I think I’d rather die, if I’m being honest.”

Suna laughed then, short but genuine, and you felt the tension ease from your shoulders. “I’ll do it, if that’s really what you want.”

You gave him a quick nod, hand reaching towards the door again.

“Come back here tomorrow.”

You knocked twice on Suna’s door and it opened almost immediately. He must have just recently gotten out of the shower because his hair was still damp, a droplet of water clinging to a lock of hair next to his cheek as he stared down at you.

“I was half-expecting you not to show up,” he said, a slight smile on his lips.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked as you squeezed past him to step into the room; he offered no response.

You dropped your bag and blazer onto his desk chair, and when you turned around Suna had moved into the center of the room, within arm’s reach.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” There was an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice that made your heart melt.

You gave a slight nod, a small smile on your face. “I’m sure.”

Those two words were all he needed.

Suna closed the gap between you in one step. His left hand came to rest on your waist, his right moving up to cup your cheek as he leaned down to place his lips on yours. His kiss was unexpectedly soft, and you couldn’t stop a tiny gasp from escaping you in surprise. This wasn’t a Suna that you were familiar with; this was a Suna that was unbelievably tender with his touch, but you could feel a more passionate side simmering just beneath the surface by the way that his fingers ever so slowly applied pressure to your waist.

Unconsciously, your hands moved first to his shoulders, then to the back of his head, where your fingers buried themselves in his damp hair. Your touch encouraged him to draw you in closer, his arm snaking around your waist to press you against his body. His kisses were becoming firmer now, deeper, more urgent, his tongue slipping past your lips to brush against yours.

A feeling of warmth was in your chest now, spreading down throughout your body, and with it came a sudden feeling of uncertainty. Suna broke away from you and stepped back to sit on the edge of his bed, and the sight of him there suddenly stole away all the confidence you had felt earlier.

“Come here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The sound of it made your legs feel weak, but you forced yourself to step towards him. His hands moved to your hips, intending to pull you closer, but you put your palms on his shoulders to brace yourself.

“Wait a minute,” you said, a little breathless.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” Your voice trailed off and you swallowed hard. “I’m just a little nervous.”

You were embarrassed to admit it, but to your surprise Suna smiled, and the gentleness on his face was reassuring. “Yeah, I think it’s normal to be a little nervous.” One of his hands left your hip to move to your elbow. His fingers dragged lightly down your forearm and wrapped around your wrist, so that he could lift your hand and press it against his chest. “I’m a little nervous, too.” You could feel his heart against your palm, beating a little faster and harder than normal. The proof of his own anxiety made all of your apprehensions disappear, and you leaned down to kiss him. Before he could deepen it, you broke away again.

“Suna?”

“Hmm?”

“Could we turn the light off?”

“Of course,” he grinned, leaning over to switch off the lamp on his bedside table.

The room became dark, but the sun had only recently dipped below the horizon and your eyes quickly adjusted to the cold blue light coming in through the window. Suna’s body was outlined against the bed, his features hazy in the dim lighting, but his eyes were clear as he gazed up at you, imploring you to come closer.

He guided you down onto his lap, one of his hands on each of your thighs to place them at his sides. His kisses were needier now, almost hungry in the way that his mouth moved against yours. His hands slid up to rest on your hips once more, and when he slowly tugged them closer, dragging you over his hardening cock, you couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up from your chest. You could feel him grinning against your lips, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, not when the feeling of his body under your hands was causing that heat to grow in your core.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Suna asked, his voice breathy and low. A blush crept up your face at his words, the tone of them so much more intimate than anything you’d heard before. You grinded against him again, causing him to moan lightly into your mouth.

Your hands slid down to press against his chest, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He paused kissing you just long enough to take his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor before grabbing your waist and drawing you in even closer. Tentatively, you brought your hands back to his chest. The heat of his skin, the pounding of his heart, his heavy breaths emboldened you, prompting you to explore more of his body. Your fingers traveled lightly over his chest, across his collarbones, onto his shoulders, across the back of his neck, down to his shoulder blades; every place you touched gave way to growing desire.

Suna’s hands wandered up your stomach and over your breasts to undo the buttons of your blouse, but he couldn’t undo them fast enough for you; you suddenly couldn’t stand another moment with the fabric between you, you needed to feel your skin pressed up against his now. Your fingers moved to the bottom of your blouse and quickly worked their way upwards, meeting his in the middle before tearing the shirt from your body.

His eyes roamed over you and he whispered something that you couldn’t quite hear. Before you could say anything, his head moved to your neck, pressing hot kisses into your skin, down the column of your throat and over your collarbones. The top of his head tickled under your chin, making you giggle; his lips left your shoulder with a wet sound as he turned his face up to look at you, but you dug your nails into his arms and whimpered at the loss of his touch.

“Please don’t stop,” you breathed.

Suna gripped you tightly around your waist to lift you off of him and shift you so you were lying down on the bed, his body leaning over you. Pulling one of your legs up so that he could position himself between them, he resumed kissing your neck, his warm breath tickling your ear. His hands worked their way down your sides, a trail of goosebumps left in their wake, to come to rest at the waistband of your skirt. He lifted his head to kiss you on the lips briefly before carefully tugging your skirt down over your hips and off your legs. His eyes lingered on your purple lace panties, moved up to your matching bra, and finally to meet your own gaze.

“These are cute,” he said with a smirk, one finger lifting up the band of your panties and letting it snap against your skin.

“Shut up,” you groaned, covering your blushing face with your arm.

“Did you match these just for me?” he teased.

“I said shut up, Rintarou!”

You heard a sharp intake of breath, and lowered your arm to see that the look on his face had shifted into completely unconstrained desire. He kissed you then, tongue forcing its way into your mouth, greedily swallowing your moans. You could feel yourself getting wetter as he pressed his cock in-between your legs; the sensation was becoming almost too much to bear.

Suna pulled away suddenly, and a thin strand of saliva briefly connected your mouths, glinting in the low light. “Hey, do you want me to wear a condom?” he asked, rubbing his thumb slowly over your bottom lip.

“Oh!” You were lying in his bed half naked, and his tongue had just been in your mouth, but for some reason that question made you feel shy all of a sudden. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’m, uh… I’m on the pill,” you told him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. He only nodded once before leaning in to kiss you again.

One of his hands slowly slid up your side to your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. When he broke the kiss to move his lips to your neck, you leaned forward slightly to unhook your bra, tossing it on the floor with the rest of your clothes. Suna sucked in a breath at the sight of you, gazing at you almost reverently before placing his lips back on your throat, letting his hand blindly fondle your breast. Moving slowly, he made his way down your throat and over your collarbones, planting sloppy kisses every few inches, until his tongue was swirling small circles around your nipple, feeling it grow harder at his touch. At the same time, his other hand was pressing into your hip, fingers digging insistently into the soft flesh. That hand now started moving down over the outside of your thigh, pausing almost at the knee before running back up along the inside.

You gasped when he touched your clothed pussy for the first time, his fingers brushing against your clit through the fabric. You would have felt embarrassed at the wetness you felt seeping through your panties, but the feeling of having him touch you in so many places was too good for you to care. He was rubbing circles around your clit, causing a knot to form deep in your stomach. You reached with both hands into his hair, gripping the back of his head tightly as a pitiful whimper escaped you.

“Oh, Rintarou…”

“What is it, baby?” He leaned forward to plant a kiss on your cheek, his hand still working slowly between your legs. “What do you need?”

Another pitiful sound left your mouth and your nails dug into his shoulders. He sat up straight, his free hand coming to rest on your leg as his other continued to draw soft moans out of you.

A new feeling had settled in your chest, a need that you had never experienced before. It wasn’t enough to have him simply touch you; you needed to feel him inside of you.

“Rin, please,” you practically begged him, reaching towards the waistband of his sweatpants.

He gently pushed your hands away, a low chuckle rising in his throat. “You’re not ready yet, baby,” he told you in a soft voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Groaning, you fell back into the pillow, your breath coming out harder as he started kissing the inside of your thigh, slowly, painfully slowly, moving closer to where the heat was pooling between your legs. Both of his hands now hooked under your thighs to rest on top of your hip bones, pinning you in place. He kept his eyes on your face as his tongue ran almost lazily over your panties.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, and you could hear the smile in his voice. He was still licking you agonizingly slowly, relishing the way you squirmed around him. “Do you want me to taste you, baby?”

“Mm hmm,” you answered, a little too quickly in your eagerness to have him touch more of you. He moved one of his hands to hook a finger under your panties, pulling them to the side to reveal your glistening pussy.

His mouth was on your bare clit now, and the sensation was overwhelming. It was different from all the times you had pleasured yourself; this was warm and wet and achingly soft, and it was causing the coil in your stomach to rapidly tighten. He hummed lightly, the vibrations running over your clit and causing you to practically scream. When he lifted his face away from you, you nearly cried. He slid your panties down your legs and tossed them on the floor, leaving you completely bare before him.

Suna leaned back down, tongue running up and down your folds, swirling around your clit, kissing all over your pussy. Every single contact made your back arch, made your hands grip the sheets a little more tightly. He traced a finger along the edge of your pussy, gathering up the wetness before slowly pressing it into you. You clenched around him as his finger curled up to press into the soft spot within you, the spot that made your breath catch in your throat. You opened your eyes to look down at him; his mouth and finger were still at work on your pussy, but his gaze was trained on your face, sage-colored eyes glinting in the dark.

The coil in your stomach finally snapped, your orgasm falling over you in waves of intense pleasure. Your toes curled, legs tensed up around his head, hands reached down to wind into his soft hair.

“Rin-Rintarou!”

Suna kept his face pressed into your pussy, sucking gently on your clit as you came around his finger. The overstimulation was becoming too much, and your breath was coming out in labored sobs.

“Rin, p-please, stop!”

Immediately, he pulled away, crawling over your body to kiss you hard on the mouth. “I like the way you taste, cutie,” he sighed into your ear, nuzzling at your neck. “And I love the way you moan for me.”

You were panting, still coming down from your high. Suna’s hand came up to caress your face, thumb rubbing gently over your cheekbones. He waited for your breathing to even out before sitting up to remove his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his cock looked; you had no reference point, but you were pretty sure he was above average.

He lazily stroked his cock with one hand as he shifted your legs with the other, positioning himself close to your entrance. He dragged the head over your pussy, coating it with the wetness there.

Suna was looking straight at you again. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice breathless.

“Yes,” you told him. He leaned down to plant one more kiss on your lips, before slowly pressing his cock into you.

All the time he spent pleasuring you already ensured that you were relaxed enough to take him, but even so, he went slow. He sank in a few inches before pausing, allowing you to adjust to his size as he peppered your face with kisses, before giving you some more. It took a full minute before he completely joined his hips to yours, a soft groan escaping his lips.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice impossibly soft.

“Yeah.” You gave him a small smile, hands running up the backs of his arms to rest on his shoulder blades. It felt so incredibly good to finally have him inside you, to fill you up completely. There had been a slight pressure when he first entered you, but that was subsiding now, and you could fully enjoy the way his cock stretched you out.

Suna pulled his hips away from you, his cock dragging slowly along your sensitive walls. The loss of him drew a soft whimper out of you, turning into a moan when he pushed back in. His pace was unhurried at first, but with each breathy sigh you made he increased his speed, pulling out a little further each time.

“Rin, oh, oh…”

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned, lips capturing yours in a wet kiss. “You feel so good, baby.”

He bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make your spine arch, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly to let him know that you wanted more.

“Rin, I-I… oh god-”

He straightened back up so he could look into your face, his thumb and forefinger continuing to play with your nipple. “Does that feel good?” he asked in a low voice. You nodded, eyes squeezed tight against the pleasure, and another soft whimper left your throat. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby,” he murmured; you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten at his praise. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please, please…”

He quickened his pace even more, hips snapping into yours hard enough now to apply deliciously pleasant friction to your clit. You couldn’t have stopped the sounds leaving your mouth even if you wanted to; every thrust of his cock made you come undone a little more. The pleasure radiated throughout your entire body, making you feel slightly lightheaded.

Suna placed both hands on the backs of your knees and lifted them, pressing your legs towards your chest. The new angle of your hips allowed his cock to press into that spot inside you that made your breath burn in your lungs. The feeling was unbelievable; you had never felt pleasure like this before.

Your eyes snapped open. Suna was staring down, watching his cock sink repeatedly into your dripping wet pussy. When your hand gave his shoulder a small squeeze he looked up, eyes locking with yours. His face was etched with determination, all of his efforts going towards making you feel good. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his eyes contained something that you couldn’t quite place.

“Are you gonna cum for me, princess?” His voice was husky, gaze burning with desire.

“Yes, Rin, please don’t stop,” you breathed out between gasps.

He kept his pace consistent, hitting that sweet spot over and over and over again. Your nails were digging into his back, leaving tiny crescent-shaped indentations in his skin. The knot in your stomach was tightening, tightening, tightening—

“Rintarou!” you cried out as the second orgasm overtook you, breath catching in your chest. Your legs trembled under Suna’s hands as he kept fucking you through it, groaning as your pussy clenched around him.

He could feel himself getting closer. He slowed his pace, leaning over to press hard kisses into your neck as you came down from your high. When your breathing started to even out, his lips moved up over your jaw and to your mouth. You kissed him greedily, hands moving to entwine themselves in his hair.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked, voice slightly hoarse. He was still moving against you, cock pumping slowly in and out of your pussy.

“Ah… oh,” was all you could manage to squeak out.

“Hmm?” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, warm breath tickling your skin. “Where, baby?”

“Inside… I want you to cum inside me,” you whispered.

With a groan, Suna started thrusting into you harder again. The wetness between your legs was audible with each stroke of his cock, and the sound of it only made him come closer to the edge. The sensation against your clit was pushing you into overstimulation, tears springing up in the corners of your eyes from the sheer pleasure. You reached down with one hand to grasp at his thigh, nails digging into the muscles working to join him to you, desperately trying to pull him closer, closer.

“God, I’m so close…” he murmured, face held so near to yours that your noses bumped each time he pounded into you.

“Oh, you feel so good,” you moaned.

“Can you say my name, baby?” His voice was hardly above a whisper.

“Rin,” you sighed, and his hips snapped into you almost urgently. “Please cum, Rin, I want you to cum for me…”

He buried his face in your neck, groaning deeply as he came. “Fuck.” You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, hot cum spurting deep into your pussy.

He was still for a moment, breathing hard against your skin, before slowly pulling out and rolling over to lie beside you. You felt some of his cum drip out of you, blushing at the sensation. The two of you were silent for a while, your panting breaths the only sounds in the room.

“How was that?” Suna asked eventually, turning onto his side to face you. You suddenly found yourself unable to look at him, pressing your face instead into the crook of his neck and humming contentedly. He chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” he asked, an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice.

“Not at all,” you told him. “I liked it.”

You fell silent again. With your body pressed up against his, you could feel the beat of his heart, slowly steadying from its rapid pace. His skin was so warm, and you didn’t even mind the slight sheen of sweat covering both your bodies. You took a breath, inhaling his scent; you couldn’t describe what he smelled like, you just knew that he smelled good.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you must have been lying there for at least a quarter hour. You lifted your head to look at him and saw that his eyes were closed. Did he fall asleep?

“Rin?” you asked tentatively.

“Hmm?” His response was a low rumble in his chest; you could feel the vibrations against your palm. His eyes were still closed.

“Why were you nervous before?” You wriggled in his arms a bit, trying to get a better view of his face. “I mean, it wasn’t your first time.”

He opened his eyes, only to glance at you briefly before turning his head to look up at the ceiling. “It was my first time with you,” he mumbled, so soft you almost didn’t catch it.

With your hand still on his chest you could feel when his heart started beating faster. Peering at his face in the dark, you could have sworn you saw Suna Rintarou blush.

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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Beach day with the Slashers

Female Reader -Bo- Gender-neutral -everyone else-

Bo- Fingering but no penetration. Dirty talk.

Angst and Fluff with Herbert and Dan (They pronouns used for Y/N) Fluff with Michael and Jason.

Michael Myers (1978 with the extra height of the 2018 one)

> Wants to visit the beach during the day. He’ll even have his mask off. Instead of enjoying the beautiful view of the sun hitting the blue ocean, you spend your day staring at your handsome boyfriend.

> Michael is just there to scan for new victims. He kills people who litter, hates seeing wrappers and cigarette butts littered across nature.

> You egg him on to go swimming, it takes a lot of coaxing. “Please, Michael, just for a little bit.” He points to your belongings on the towel, “They’ll be fine, who’s gonna want to steal some sandwiches and some towels?” He shook his head. You got down on your knees and gave him sad puppy dog eyes. He grumbled then lifted you onto his shoulder, you squealed as you placed your hands on his firm back, rubbing his taut muscles.

> When he got up to his pecs in the water he threw you in. You came up for air, “Mikey, what the hell!?”

> “What? You wanted in the water.” He gave a small smile.

> He made you swim in front of the beach while he just stood in the water and watched. He knew you’d be fine, it was your belongings he was worried for. You caught his eyes, his already dark blue eyes were now matching the deepest parts of the ocean. He barreled through the water, pushing you aside. You watched him as he made his way up onto the beach.

> Some fuck had the bright idea to do some stealing. He just happens to choose the one man’s belongings you don’t fuck with.

> Before that guy had time to react to a six-foot-three man, hauling ass like he is a tiger chasing after a deer, Michael clocked him so hard in the face the man immediately went down.

> People stood around Michael, some congratulating him for knocking out a thief, others gawked “My God he swung that punch so hard.” “Is the thief even breathing?” Michael stood over your belongings, and turned back towards you, just making your way out of the ocean. Michael was mad, but not as mad at what he saw next.

> Some random beach Chad made his way over to you, “Yo, that was wild huh?” You gave a quick, “Ya.” not caring to speak to him, just wanted to get back to your boyfriend. “He just knocked that guy out in one punch.” You made your way up the beach, he grabbed at you “Hey, be careful, probably want to stay aw-”

>The poor sap never stood a chance, Michael swung his fist so hard Chad went flying back into the water.

> “I’ve had enough, we're leaving.”

> You were gonna protest, but when you scanned the crowd, you realized that yeah, we’re gonna go home.

> Walking back home, Michael held your hand, tightly. “Mikey?” He grunts, “You don’t like people touching your belongings, huh?” You turned to look up at him and he caught you in a kiss. He snuck his tongue in, dominating yours, you moaned and he pulled away. You whined and he smiled.

> “what’s mine is mine.”

Jason Voorhees

> He’s the beach’s lifeguard, so if you wanna spend a beach day with Jason, you’ll have to do it after hours. You would, but Jason takes the evening shifts too.

> Everybody loved Jason. Kids loved him, he was always so nice to them after all. He gave them swimming lessons. He was always so patient with them, never getting mad if a kid was struggling to grasp the basics.

> Men and Women loved Jason. His stoic demeanor, his calming presence...his bulging muscles. Jason was oblivious to all kinds of flirting. “Your hands are like, so big!” said a bubbly tanned beach bunny. Jason just grunts. A muscle-bound beach bro asked, “Bet you lift a lot eh, what’s your macros?” Jason just looked at his large bicep, he shrugged.

> When you visit him at work he gives you small waves then his eyes go right back to the water, not wanting to miss anything. Dedicated <3

> He doesn’t take a proper lunch break, he’ll eat his food while watching the beach, scarfing down the food as fast as possible.

> After a long day, you’ll finally have Jason all to yourself.

> Night swimming!

> You and Jason have splash fights, that he often wins, his large palms create huge splashes that knock you back into the water.

> Keeps you incredibly close in the water, will bug you to wear a life jacket if you ever swam without him. He’s very protective.

> Holds you close to him the further out you go. He won’t let you go, so it’s the perfect time to smother him in kisses.

> Jason hums into your kisses, his large hands running up and down your back, the water and his hands feel perfect on your skin.

> Jason couldn’t be happier that you're together.

Herbert West + Dan Cain - Poly relationship or what Derrick Barry calls a ‘throuple’

> “Please Herbert, for me?” He grimaced at you. Don’t you know how busy he is? Perfect specimens don’t just end up dead you know? Someones gotta end a life! You sighed and brought out the big gun. “Well, Dan said-” The moment Dan left your lips, Herbert was pushing you and him out the door.

> You and Dan had a blast, building castles, collecting seashells, playing some beach volleyball with another friendly couple.

> Herbert sulked under the beach umbrella, nose in a large medical textbook.

> “If you come with us, Herbert, we’ll get you a grape freezie!” Dan coaxed but it did not affect Herbert. Herbert waved you both off as if you were two mosquitoes bugging him.

> You and Dan walked hand in hand, swinging them in between yourself on your way to the little concession stand. “You sure it was for the best we brought him, Dan?” Dan looked at you and frowned, your eyes were a little glossy. “He only came because you were coming.” You felt the tears rolling down your cheek.

> “fuck, Herbert, you little monster.” Dan cursed to under his breath. Dan knew Herbert gravitated more towards him. It’s not that Herbert didn’t like you, just Dan was there first. Dan never told you but he often caught Herbert staring at you, a softness in his eyes that Dan knew meant one thing…

> “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, quickly rubbing the back of your hand over your eyes. Dan shushed you and brought you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

> “Don’t be, Herbert should be. Some Vitamin D is much needed for his pale little body. I’ll talk to him, okay? In the meantime, focus on me!”

> Dan and you continued with the most fun day ever. You ate your freezies, swapping flavors halfway through. A little boy asked Dan to help with flying his kite, Dan’s height coming in handy.

> Herbert stewed in his spot under the umbrella, watching you and Dan have fun, “Hmph, wasting time.” He kept peeking from his book, eyes on you, how you smiled when you looked into Dan’s eyes, how you leaned in closer, head resting on his shoulder. How Dan wrapped his arm around your waist, lips on your ear whispering...God knows what, Herbert can only imagine.

> “They could just yank me away from this, make me spend time with them...not that I want to. But if they dragged me away from my book then I’d have no choice.”

> When it got late, You and Dan packed away everything into the bags, Herbert supervised. How helpful/s

> Dan had you drop a few of the smaller items at the car on your own, he made Herbert help with some of the heavier items. As your figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, Dan turned to Herbert, “You know, they wer-”

> “I can’t believe you two, frolicking about so openly.” Herbert had cut Dan off. Herbert fumbled with the bags while trying to push up his glasses. Dan fumed.

> “You mean act like a couple, which we are, which you're a part of. Or are you only a couple with me?”

> Herbert snapped “excuse me, you and Y/N are most certainly a couple, which I have no part of.”

> Dan scoffed and shook his head “They want to be with you too, Herbert, They do like you, They feel upset with how you treat them. Now I know deep down you adore them, you best start showing it.”

> Herbert stopped, he looked at Dan and then at you in the distance starting the car.

> Later that night, Herbert had asked if you’d help in the basement. As tired as you were, you went to help. Herbert scarcely looked at you, but he found ways to touch you. Hands ghosting over yours as you handed him some flasks. Grabbing your hips softly to move you out of the way.

> “Everything good, Herbert?” You asked. His eyes looked everywhere but you. He stepped a little closer to you, His face only a foot away.

> He smashed his lips onto yours and wrapped you up in his arms. His hands rubbing along your sides, pulling you in so tight you were surprised he was strong enough to bring pain that way.

> “Don’t cry over me. Okay?” Your face felt hot, you nodded. “You are mine too, not just Dan’s, okay?” You nodded again. “Good. Now kiss me.”

> The kiss started tender but that just wasn’t gonna cut it with all the tension between you two.

Bo Sinclair /Female reader/

> Lookin’ at all the pretty girls go by.

> Catches you catching him staring, flashes his baby blues at you, “C’mon darling, you know you're still the apple of mah eye.”

> Gets pissed when other guys check you out. Strolls on over and wraps an arm around you, sneering at the Chads and Kyles.

> “You just had to wear that sexy little number, didn’t ya?” He snarled in your face. You grabbed your tits in the cute red bikini and gave them a Lil shake.

> Bo yanked you away from the beach, you protested, hitting his large forearm, “Bo, what the hell? Oh come on, you act like a leech an-” He cut you off, his lips slammed onto yours, the kiss was teeth and a little tongue action.

> Bo had yanked you away to some run-down looking bathrooms, the paint was so old it looked like the original coat from the 1960s

> “Now, Darlin, looks like you’ve just been wanting to rial me up now, huh? Wanting those sons of bitches to fuck you?” He leaned in close to your ear, his heavy breathing making you shake with anticipation. He suckled on it, causing you to buckle at the knees.

> “Bo, no I didn’t wan-want ah, the- them to” You were panting as he made small circles on your clit over your bikini bottoms. His fingers were calloused but he could be surprisingly gentle.

> “Now, yah best be quiet so no one hears ya, understood, Doll?” You whimpered and Bo flashed you his pearly whites. “That’s a good girl.”

> You should make him jealous more often.

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xmyshya · 3 years

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Juicy

summary: Thighs, thighs, thighs. This is just pure thighs worship. genre: smut warnings: thighs fucking (both ways), voyerism, some dubcon voyerism?, MINORS DNI @hqintheclub wc: 1.8k

You must have died. That’s the only logical explanation because why else would you be in heaven? You’re at the private beach, surrounded by absolutely smoking men, in an extremely hot competition. You’ve seen Bokuto do this, you’ve seen Hinata do this, hell, even Meian got caught in their shenanigans. Not that you’re complaining.

But now it’s your boyfriend’s turn. You watch him sit down on the sand, in nothing but very tight, very short swim trunks. His hair is still a little damp from the ocean, tanned skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. He looks like a young god with his perfectly sculpted body, hair and skin golden in the rays of merciless sunshine.

“Okay Atsumu-san, whenever you’re ready!” Hinata places a watermelon between the legs of his teammate, and the blonde nods.

“Start the timer, Bokkun.”

At the signal from the silver-haired man, Atsumu squeezes the fruit with his thighs and lifts his hips. You can clearly see all of his muscles tense and shift under his skin. Veins on his forearms and biceps become more prominent from supporting his whole weight. His abs flex and dip as if they were alive, pushing out his chest. Your eyes go lower, take in the v-line, visible now more than ever.

And his thighs, oh god his thighs. The quadriceps constrict and bulge out, all the way from his knee up to his groin, creating delicious looking hills and valleys. Atsumu’s calves are covered in a net of veins, face scrunched up in focus and tongue sticking out. He even lets out quiet grunts from the sheer power of his strain.

You’re staring. He knows it. The more he squeezes his thighs, the more you rub yours. He knows that too. Which is why he looks directly at you and winks, right before the fruit cracks and explodes all over him. Four seconds slower than Bokuto.

He may not have won, but he’s a winner.

Because there you are, walking up to him and kneeling between his ankles without breaking eye contact. Because you lean on your hands and lower your face to his thigh, licking off a long stripe of the dripping juice. Atsumu shivers from your action; someone whistles sharply, which makes you remember about the audience, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

You lap up the pinkish liquid in quick, short licks, and it tickles—but instead of laughing, the blonde only wants to fuck you then and there. However, he’s patient and curious, so he lets you have your way with him, lets you trail wet kisses along his skin and even suck harshly—and he’s sure it will bloom in beautiful marks later.

Once you’re done with his right leg, you shift over to the left one, repeating the process all over again. The other men can clearly see your face now—the bliss in your features, the juice dripping down your chin, the lustful haze in your eyes whenever you open them. They know they shouldn’t stare, know they should go back to the beach house and give the two of you some privacy, but the view is just too compelling.

“Are ya having fun, sweetheart?” Atsumu’s voice is mellow, honey-like, with an amused lilt to it.

You bite his thigh teasingly. “Actually, yes.”

Sitting up, you look at him with a smirk, which he reciprocates. Then his eyes trail down your body, and he doesn’t miss the way you rub your thighs together.

“Ya really like my thighs, dontcha, sweetheart?”

His gaze doesn’t move, trained on the way your movement down there halts for a split second. He knows the answer, he doesn’t need to hear it, and you know that he knows, but you still hum in response.

He leans in, close enough for his breath to tickle your earlobe, and his lips brush against it as he murmurs, “Then why dontcha ride it?”

You don’t have to be told twice, already lifting your hips and kneeling above his right thigh. Atsumu shoots a side-eye at his teammates and growls low at them to “scram.” He doesn’t miss the disappointment painted across their faces, but the men disappear into the house behind the blonde’s back.

Atsumu’s attention is back on you; he congratulates himself for buying you that swimsuit with strings on the sides of your panties because it really makes his job easier. The loose ends are caught between his fingers and pulled, and just seconds later you’re straddling him with your bare pussy.

It’s already leaking, coating his skin in slick and he hasn’t even touched you yet. There’s a heavy hand on the back of your head as he pulls you closer to his face, until your lips touch.

At first it’s just a featherlight peck, one that’s barely even there but burns nonetheless. Then your bottom lip is captured between his, grazed by his teeth as he nibbles on it gently. The third kiss is heated; your whole body tingles when he teases your lips with his tongue, and you part them for him, invite him deeper.

There’s nothing gentle in the way his tongue explores your mouth and tangles with yours; it’s predatory, possessive, as if he wants to devour you whole. His hand travels down your body, pinching your covered nipple on its way, until it settles on your hip with a tight grip.

You trail the path from his thigh up, gliding your nails on the skin of his abs and chest, just like he likes. Your fingers interlock with his hair, pull the strands harshly, and scratch at his nape, earning a low, vibrating growl from Atsumu.

“Move. Now.”

And you do; you rock your hips in a languid motion, back and forth, spreading the juices on his thigh. You’re already trembling and the blonde smirks into the kiss, knowing how turned on you are because of him. He loves the effect he has on you.

His other hand slips under the top of your swimsuit, squeezes and massages your soft tit, calloused fingers digging into the flesh. When his thumb flicks over your nipple, you gasp into his mouth as the warm tingling spreads through your body. It feels so good; he makes you feel so good.

“‘Tsumu…”

Your breathy call of his name goes straight to his cock. He’s painfully hard, has been for a while, and it takes everything in him to not bury himself balls deep in your cunt. It’s so difficult, given how wet you are, how your gushing juices soak his thigh with your every move.

Atsumu trails kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, sucking hot marks on your skin. He pinches and pulls gently on your nipple; your hips stutter in response, but soon enough you sway them again—a little bit faster, a little bit harder. The muscles under your pussy flex and shift, the bulge teasing at your folds and clit.

“‘Tsumu, I—ah—I need m-more.”

“Just a little longer, sweetheart. Yer doin’ so well.”

His praise makes you clench around nothing; it feels so empty without his cock splitting you open, without his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. Just the thought of it makes you moan and shiver.

“Hold on tight to me,” Atsumu says lowly, gravelly, as he leaves hot, wet kisses on your collarbones.

One part of your swimsuit is shoved to the side, allowing the man unhampered access to suck his marks on your chest. You’re his, and the whole world should know that. Or at least his teammates.

He closes his lips around your nipple and sucks harshly, flicking his tongue over the bud. The grip he has on your hips grows tighter; he’s the one controlling the pace of your moves—and it’s fast, his tongue matching the tempo. Your clit rubs relentlessly against his flexed muscles and it makes you dizzy, drunk of all the pleasure he gives you.

“Atsumu—oh—keep doing that—ah—feels s’good, ‘Tsumu.”

He can’t wait any longer. Your whines are driving him crazy, so he pushes you off his thigh.

“Atsumu, what the f—”

“Shhh, sweetheart, trust me, ‘kay?”

After you nod in confirmation, he tells you to turn around and takes off his swimming trunks. Next thing you know, you’re sitting on his pelvis, with his cock between your thighs and against your folds.

“Now move baby.” His breath is hot on your ear, “Make us cum.”

It’s difficult at first, but you try to lift your ass and rub his length against your cunt. The sight of his head disappearing and poking out from between your thighs is addicting—it drives you crazy, it drives him crazy—and neither of you can turn your eyes away.

If anything, it makes you feral, makes you squeeze your thighs and embrace his cock tighter, closer to your leaking core. It feels amazing to have him tease your entrance, to have his head and veins rub deliciously on your clit. It’s new, it’s obscene, and with the previous build up, it doesn’t take long for you to start moaning quietly.

“That’s it—ah—my good girl—fuck.”

You can feel Atsumu shift underneath you; he’s leaning on one hand now, the other moving to your chest. He cups your breast and squeezes gently, fingers digging into soft flesh. Two of them wrap around your nipple, pulling and rolling it between the fingertips.

He whispers praises right into your ear—his hot breath tickles your skin—and accentuates each one with a flick of his tongue on your lobe. He’s everywhere, overwhelming your senses with sensations, making you rock your hips faster and faster.

Your legs hurt; you feel the pain on the edge of your consciousness, but the pleasure pushes it out of your mind and fuels your movement. Atsumu’s cock pulses in your tight embrace. You can feel the flex of his abdominal muscles and the realisation that he’s close spurs you on even more.

“‘Tsumu, I’m—I’m gonna,” you tremble on his lap and your pussy flutters, “I—ah—feels good, so good, ‘Tsumu.”

“Keep goin’, baby, fuck, keep goin’.”

His voice is strained, raspy, and he sways his hips slightly as he groans your name. The grind between your folds and on your clit sends waves of heat throughout your whole body, and the knot in your abdomen becomes nearly unbearable. Your peak is coming, and it’s coming fast.

Atsumu bites and nibbles on your ear, sending you over the edge. Your back arches off of him, your body twitches, and your essence flows down to his balls and drips into the sand. Only then does he let himself cum with a loud shout of your name, spilling onto your still tense thighs in thick spurts.

Before catching his breath and wrapping you in the towel to carry you into the house, he shouts,

“Enjoyed the show?”

There is a faint sound of the balcony door being slammed, and he hopes he won’t find cum stains on the walls.

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