#(that is both a threat and me saying it's fine if you can't pick one)

[ghostly-valley]

(Like for a ghost to bully your character in your inbox)

[percervall]

it's a bad idea (fuck it, it's fine) — part 1

Summary: your housemates give you an offer you can't refuse. What's the worst that could happen? Pairing: Jenson Button x fem!reader, Fernando Alonso x fem!reader, Sebastian Vettel x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: smut, dirty talk, mild degrading, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, fingering, slight nipple play, hinting at m/m, mentions of free use, *gasp* and they were room mates Word count: 1.9k

Part 1 of the Fuck It series

The arrangement was, frankly, absurd. Had the offer come from anyone other than Jenson, you would have kicked them so hard they wished you had punched them instead. Part of you hoped he would have forgotten what he had said while heavily under the influence of too much champagne, but luck was not on your side. 

"Have you thought about my offer?" Jenson asks, innocently blowing on his coffee, making you choke on air. 

"The offer in which I pay my rent by, wait let me check my notes. Ah, yes, 'fucking you'," you reply, voice a lot steadier than you feel. Because truth be told, it had been impossible to not fantasise about getting railed into next week by him- by any of them. Oh, you were well aware of how much your life had become the plot of a rom-com ever since your landlord decided to be an absolute greedy bastard. Become a live-in house sitter for 4 millionaires they said, it'll be fun they said. Liars.

"Oh come on, it'll be mutually beneficial," Jenson argued. 

"Proud of you for using your big boy words, pretty boy but how exactly is this gonna end up in anything other than disaster?" 

"He's hungover and a himbo, why are you bullying him?" Mark mutters, voice still rough with sleep as he literally picks you up and unceremoniously plops you down on top of the counter. There are days where you curse your small stature and his strength, especially when it leaves your brain stuttering to process getting manhandled. 

"We'll set rules. All I'm saying is we're all adults-.." You can't help but snort at that. "Fine, whatever. I'm just saying that I've seen the way you look at them, seen the way your eyes flash with lust and I am pretty sure some truly filthy fantasies, and I know I can speak for all four of us when I say we would love to help you realise those. Also, we don't need your rent money and this is just so much more fun." Well then. You just got read for filth before even having had your morning coffee. Fuck him for seeing right through you. 

"Where's your sense of adventure, nena?" Fernando comments, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Right next to my 'I survived Multi-21' t-shirt," you mutter. It's a low blow, but getting bullied into sleeping with four drivers makes it hard to think.

Mark shoots you a look, eyebrow raised. 

"The mouth on you," he comments, "Seb was very apologetic. Made it up to me in the best possible way. In fact, I should make you apologise to the both of us the same way, sweetheart. On your knees." He whispers the last part in your ear and you cannot contain the whimper that comes out at his thinly veiled threat.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being made to kneel and take cock like the good little girl you are, hm?” 

“Mark-..” You have no idea how to respond to that and keep your dignity in tact. You try to look away but Mark takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb.

“I asked you a question sweetheart. Are you gonna be a good girl for us?” His thumb tugs on your bottom lip and all rational thought leaves you as you nod. 

“Mm, knew JB was right about you. Takes one to know one, I suppose.” You can hear a muffled what the fuck’s that supposed to mean? from the living room as Mark helps you down from the counter. You hadn’t even noticed the McLaren teammates had left the kitchen until just now. 

“On your knees, sweetheart,” Mark nudges you and you sink down onto the floor. The small kitchen runner is the only thing protecting your knees from the cold hardwood floor, but the prospect of sore knees is quickly forgotten now that you’re at eye level with Mark’s crotch. You can clearly see the outline of his hardening cock against his shorts and it has your mouth watering. Mark chuckles as he notices the hunger in your eyes.

“You’re lucky Seb is out for a run. Or maybe I’m the lucky one, getting to fuck this mouth all by myself.” The whimper you let out is involuntarily as you eagerly watch him hook his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down far enough to free his cock. You scoot a little closer, taking him in your hand, tongue darting out to lick away the bead of pre-cum. Mark hisses, head thrown back and that’s all the encouragement you need to suck the tip into your mouth. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he says, sounding absolutely wrecked already despite you not even having done anything yet. 

“You said something about fucking my mouth?” Mark looks down at you, pupils completely blown and he grins so wickedly, it leaves you breathless. 

“Are you absolutely sure sweetheart?” As you nod in response, he gathers your hair into a ponytail in his fist, angling your face. “Alright then. Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much and I will stop, okay?” 

“Okay,” you parrot, and move your legs apart ever so slightly to stabilise yourself. Mark drags the tip of his cock across your lips and you open up for him. He slides in, careful to not immediately choke you. You relax your jaw as much as you can, but god it’s been so long since you last did this. Mark sets a slow rhythm, letting the both of you adjust. Looking up at him through your lashes, you can see how he’s trying to hold on to the last shreds of self control, and well. That just won’t do. 

“Mark,” you say, slightly out of breath as you pull back, “you taunted me with using me. So for the love of God, fucking use me.” Mark chuckles and the sound has you aching. He tightens his grip on your hair and slides his cock back into your mouth. Resting your hands on his thighs, you close your eyes as he finally delivers on his promise. The sounds are obscene and if you had a functioning brain cell left, you would have been concerned about the two of you doing this in the kitchen, but as things stand, the only thing you can focus on is Mark’s throbbing cock inching down your throat. Forcing yourself to open your eyes, you look at him as you swallow around him. 

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m not gonna last, sweetheart,” he groans, pulling back. You hollow your cheeks while taking deep breaths through your nose, pulling another string of curses from the Aussie. You can feel his cock throb as he grunts above you.

“Gonna-.. Fuck.. So good, you feel so fucking good..” he mumbles, and throws his head back as he comes. 

“You better not swallow, Schatzi,” comes a voice from the doorway. Who are you to disobey? Mark pulls out carefully, tucking himself back into his shorts while Sebastian helps you up from the floor. He carries you bridal style into the living room, placing you down on the couch next to Fernando. 

“Show Nando, baby,” Sebastian all but coos and you carefully open your mouth. The underlying relationships? Questionmark? between your housemates makes your head spin, but judging by the way Fernando’s eyes darken, Sebastian knows something about the Spaniard you don’t. 

“Can I kiss you, nena?” he asks and all you can do is nod. Fernando cradles your cheek, pressing an almost chaste kiss against your lips before he runs his tongue over the seam of your lips. The moan he lets out as he tastes Mark on your tongue has you throbbing. When you break apart to catch some air, Sebastian leans closer and licks away the few drops of cum that spilled when Fernando kissed you. Am I dreaming? you can’t help but wonder. Out loud apparently.

“Very much awake, doll,” Jenson grins as he kneels in front of you, “Something tells me you’re absolutely soaking. Mind if I give a hand? I do so love making people come with my mouth,” he adds and you’re quick to raise your hips so he can pull down your panties, much to Jenson’s amusement. He pushes your oversized shirt up higher and parts your legs. Sebastian moves your face so he can steal a kiss and you moan into his mouth as Jenson drags the flat of his tongue over your oh so sensitive clit. Their hands are everywhere it feels like. You’re pretty sure Fernando has one up your shirt, teasing your nipple while he kisses your neck. Jenson’s are curled around the inside of your thighs as he holds you open for him while Sebastian has one hand on your cheek as he kisses you; the other mirrors Fernando’s. Needing something to hold on to, you bury a hand in Jenson’s hair. He sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning against your cunt as you tug. Breaking the kiss, you throw your head back with a moan of your own while you grind against Jenson’s tongue. 

“Need.. Fingers.. Please, Jenson, need your-.. Fuck, oh God..” Despite your incoherent state, Jenson understands what it is you’re asking of him as he carefully slides two of his long fingers inside of you. Sebastian and Fernando manage to strip you of your t-shirt, both of them taking a nipple into their mouth. 

“I’m so-.. So close.. I’m gonna cum, please can I cum?” you whimper. Fernando mutters a yes against your skin and something snaps; Your back arches as your orgasm hits you and for a moment you forget how to breathe. The loss of Jenson’s fingers makes you whine but your housemates more than make up for it when Fernando grabs his wrist in order to bring Jenson’s fingers to his mouth, moaning as he tastes you. 

“Just as I thought, you taste delicious nena,” the Spaniard comments with a grin. These men will be the death of me, you can’t help but think while Seb accepts the glass of water Mark hands him. The German driver helps you take a few sips as you slowly return into your body. Something tells you that this only scratches the surface of their underlying dynamics and you are dying to delve deeper.

“Told you it’d be mutually beneficial,” Jenson jokes, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“God, I hate that I’m saying this because your ego is fucking big enough as is-,” you start only for Jenson to interrupt with a that’s not the only thing that’s big, doll which makes you roll your eyes.

“I was gonna agree to your plan, idiot. You proved your point. Twice over. I- eh.. I can see the appeal,” you continue before downing the last of the water. The four men share a look that you can’t quite decipher and it makes you wonder: just what did you exactly sign up for? You pull your shirt back on, suddenly very aware of the fact you’re naked, needing something to act as a barrier between you and this crazy idea. 

“How about we discuss the details after breakfast? Don’t know about you, but I am starving,” Mark breaks the silence. You nod gratefully and let Sebastian pull you to your feet. A part of you is excited to see where this.. arrangement will lead you, but you’re also apprehensive that you might be about to bite off far more than you can chew. 

Welp. Here we go I guess. Updates are gonna be slow on this, so please temper your expectations. Ideas have been brain stormed, things are brewing in the ol' noggin, I just gotta write it 🥲

Massive shoutout to @curiousthyme and @feralnando for helping me brain rot about this and for holding my hand while I descent even further into chaos. This whole part was written while listening to Hozier's Too Sweet and Ethel Cain's Gibson Girl on repeat, so feel free to do with that information as you please

Please let me know what you think. Your comments, likes and tags mean the world to me 💜

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[sexilene]

lene we need some 80s slasher JB!!!

ohh shure! he gives creepy summer camp counselor vibes - 80s!slasher!john b

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, blood, violence, death, threats, slapping, spitting, obsessed!john b - ₊˚⊹

you'd gotten the most perfect job for the summer as a camp counselor at a sleep-away summer camp. after meeting everyone at the orientation you've become close to another counselor who will be working with you, john b. 

he was in charge of the boy's cabin and you the girls, and your groups would meet up for activities, bonfires, smores, and lunch. he'd honestly grown really attached to you since you were always doing things together, whenever he'd see you chatting with another guy he'd feel possessive and you weren't even dating! yet john b would also embarrassingly get hard watching you slide down your shorts, staring at how tight your bikini bottoms fit around your ass. he'd spend that night in his cabin jerking off, picturing your pretty body bouncing on top of him, wishing he could grab fistfuls of your ass. he'd finish in his fist all sweaty and out of breath. 

you sat at your group's table in the mess hall facing john b's table, both of you making eye contact every few seconds. 

when the dessert was ready, each table was called to go pick up their plate of cherry pie with vanilla ice cream. john b's eyes followed your figure as you walked up to the counter, waiting until all the little girls got their slices. one of the guys that was working inside the kitchen, clearly flirting with you, asks if you want some. you decline with a smile but the young man insists, saying he made it himself, he lifts up the fork with a piece of the warm pie and dripping ice cream to your lips. you indulge him by opening your mouth and closing it around the fork, swallowing the desert you widen your eyes and nod. "it's really good!" you smile, the guy's hand reaching out to swipe the little bit of ice cream that stayed on the edge of your lip. 

watching this, john b was furious, letting that fucking feed you, touch your lips....

that night, the little girls knock on your cabin door, right next to theirs. they complain that they heard someone scream coming from the mess hall and are too scared to sleep. you tell them it's probably nothing and to go back to sleep, that you'll check it out.

the girls do as they're told and you walk over to the mess hall and walk inside the dark space to see what could have been the noise, hearing some sort of noise coming from inside the kitchen you figure it could be an animal that got inside, you press your ear to the swinging door honestly too scared to actually look inside. 

the door then swings open, causing you to stumble back and meet eyes with john b, with blood on his shirt, hands, and on the knife in his hands. you stand there confused...'did he cut himself?' you think, then you see it, through the open door is the pie guy dead on the floor with his blood pooling around his body. john b's hand is quick to cover your mouth before you can scream, "shshsh, you don't need to do that bub, you're fine." he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you. 

you nod your head slowly, chest heaving. 

"i'm gonna let go now okay? need you to be quite f'me, can you do that?" he raises his eyebrows and you nod again, he takes his hand off our mouth. "m'gonna need to take your clothes off...got blood on them..." he tells you rather than asks you, he raises the knife and cuts your top up the middle. 

"john b? what's going on..." you whisper, clearly scared. 

"i can't wait anymore, you drive me crazy, i need to do this." he rambles while tugging off your shorts rather roughly. 

"john b did you stab the kitchen b-" he cuts you off with a rough kiss to keep you quiet. he manhandles you over one of the tables and lifts you on top, facing him. 

you whine as he brings the knife up to your face. 

"don't scream, don't want to whole camp to hear you, n'i don't want to hurt you pup"

you nod, tears spilling down your cheeks as he cuts your panties to get access to your hot messy pussy. 

"awww she's so pretty..." he coos, his big rough fingers slowly rubbing your clit, making you mewl. 

"jombee...i don't wanna...you killed someone!" you shake your head, almost hyperventilating crying. 

"hey, nuh uh, stop that." he pats your face to get you to listen to him. you watch as he pulls off his bloody shirt and unzips his shorts and pulls himself out, your eyes widening at the size. "he's not the only one i killed." he looks back into your eyes and you swear your heartbeat sped up and so did the pulsing of your cunt. 

"you're a murderer johnbee," you whisper but then gasp when you feel him start to push in, stretching your pussy. 

"i know, m'really mean, huh puppy?" he pouts mockingly and pinches one of your nipples making you squeal. 

"don't like being mean to you, but when you walk around acting like an angel, when i know you're a little tease...kinda have'ta put you in your place," he grunts, pounding into hard now, you can see the little bulge in your tummy. 

"i wasn't! i didn't mean to be! i didn't do anything!" you sob, one hand grabbing onto the table and the other hand gripping his bicep. blood sorta covering both of you from where he had touched you, he grabs your face with his hand and forces you to look at him. 

"wish you could be my good girl right now n'just take. it." he thrusts harder with his last two words. you wish you could scream at how scared you are of him but also at how good it feels. 

"open." he grunts, squeezing your jaw a little. you shake your head no as best you can, causing him to let go of your jaw and slap you, making your drooly cunt clench around him. "m'not asking again." he grabs your jaw again, and you open your mouth, and he spits into it making you whine in disgust. "swallow." you do as your told and swallow tears continuing to fall. 

"that's how a dumb little doggy gets treated, they get spit on." he grins and pulls out of you, manhandles you off the table, and bends you over, tits and face pressed against the wood. 

"nooo...no.." you drool onto the table. 

he bends down a bit to be right in front of your ass and spits on your other tight little hole, watching as his spit drips down to your pussy. you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling and sob a little louder. 

he stands up straight again and reaches around to pat your sloppy little cunt now covered in his spit, and slides his cock back in. 

"s-so gross..." you mewl, making him laugh quietly, bringing the back of his bloody hand up to your face. 

"cum around me or i'll smear this on your face, you want that? hmm? some guy's blood on your face?" he threatens. "c'mon..." he bends down to press icky wet kisses to your cheek that instantly make you cum on on him, pulsing and squeezing him as your mind goes dumb. his big hand covering your mouth as you moan.

"there she is, good girl...yeaaah" he praises, thrusting into you more sloppily until he's pumping you full, flooding your poor little pussy. 

after a few seconds, he pulls out and uses his tip to smear yours and his cum around your pussy lips. 

"here." he hands you his bloody shirt for you to put on knowing it'll cover you enough to get back to your cabin decent, you pull his shirt over your head and make sure it covers your ass.

"we'll talk more tomorrow, okay sweetie? gotta go...clean that up." he tilts his head toward the body. "goodnight kiss?" he bits his lip, squinting his eyes, taunting you. you stand there lifting your head, he leans down to give you one last kiss on your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away.  ᥫ᭡

[sadokasochism]

For me, the most heartbreaking aspect of Ivan is that the poor clueless bastard didn't have the tools to express his affection in any way that didn't involve violence or manipulation, or weren't too inscrutable, quiet, or unseen to be picked up by Till.

I definitely interpret Ivan as autistic for several reasons, a big one being their Segyein teacher's notes about him:

It's just. Classic ND behaviour to me.

Not only does expressing emotion and communicating the way other kids do not come naturally to Ivan, but it's not as if he's been given a great example of coping with this from the Segyein.

Ivan managed to mask in a way that made him popular with other students, and got him in the good graces of their captors. He did everything expected of him to survive and thrive in this environment.

Then he meets Till, inscrutable and very different to the other kids, just like Ivan is. Except, Till doesn't mask. He doesn't change or try to endear himself to their captors, and he doesn't bend to anyone, no matter how much he is hurt and punished for it.

This is a new situation for Ivan, and he's never had anything to compare his feelings to. He also can't figure out how to communicate with Till, every interaction, no matter how well meaning, seems to end in failure.

I bring your attention to the cheer up comic, and how, again, autistic this interaction feels:

There could be many reasons why Ivan chose to say what he did, but to me it feels like ND bluntness not being received well. And that's fair! From Till's perspective Ivan is being a jerk for no good reason.

Instead of responding with glee towards Till laying him out (as we see from Ivan when they're a bit older), Ivan justs seems... really confused. Like he didn't expect that statement to upset Till that much, and he didn't expect Till to respond in the way he did. Everything was fine a second ago, what went wrong?

Then, Ivan uses the phrase he learned from Till in an attempt to self sooth. It might have been the first example of comfort after an injury/hurt he had ever seen, given how he defaults to it. And it was from Till trying to cheer up a flower.

This also shows some of Till's blindspots. He has grown up having to be vigilant, because violence and hurt have been a core part of his upbringing. This leads to anything he doesn't immediately, clearly understand being perceived as a threat or a slight, and so he reacts violently to Ivan's statement.

I'll also draw your attention to this comic where, as far as we know, Ivan is simply stating a true fact in a blunt manner:

In my interpretation, these types of interactions keep adding up, and Ivan is grasping at straws the whole time, trying to be closer to Till and failing every time.

Eventually, the only surefire way to get Till's attention is to piss him off, provoke him, manufacture scenarios to talk to him. I'm not excusing this behaviour, but I understand where Ivan could be coming from, from the perspective of both an emotionally immature/stunted child and/or an ND child.

Despite how much they fight and bicker, at every moment it really mattered, Ivan was there for Till. It was always Ivan coming to free him, to take off his collar or gag, and it was Ivan who led their escape.

Ivan couldn't leave Till behind when he went back for Mizi. Even with the confirmation that Till would choose Mizi over Ivan every time, Ivan couldn't leave him.

The miscommunication goes two ways though. It's insane to think that Till didn't care about Ivan at all. They were close as kids, and I doubt Till ever forgot about the escape he gave up.

We have the graduation messages, where Ivan is able to write something that could be reasonably interpreted as affectionate or fond towards Till.

Meanwhile, Till's message-

If we're being charitable with our interpretations, we can say this was Till's way of saying 'of course I remember you' and attempting to communicate that Ivan HAD left a lasting impact on him.

However, how could any reasonable person be expected to get THAT out of 'you stole my fucking pencil'? Ivan could have taken this one of two ways:

1) Omg he remembers me 🥰

2) he leans into his 'i will never be loved back' bias and thinks that Till really doesn't care about him at all

Who the hell knows what goes through that weird little brain of his. But given how Round 6 went, and what Ivan had to say in the confession comic, he obviously didn't think his impact was significant enough.

Then Alien Stage happens, and in Round 3 Ivan is FINALLY communicating his feelings in a way that is vulnerable and might even have a chance of being understood as love and yearning!

Till is unconscious through it until the very end.

Then in the next round, Mizi goes missing, and Till can't care about anything anymore.

Ivan finds him after the private performance, takes off his gag, and just holds him. Again, Till is unconscious for all of this.

Then, in Round 6, not only is Till distraught from the disappearance of Mizi, but he's given no time to process what the fuck is going on before Ivan is dead at his feet. Till might have finally had a chance to really understand where Ivan was coming from, how he really felt all this time, and Ivan DIES.

And still, Ivan's most transparent act of affection? It's delivered with violence. He's kissing a distraught Till who tries to push him away, and neither of them are happy. He puts his hands around Till's neck, not really hurting him, but it's enough to look convincing for the cameras, and it's enough for Till to go limp and wait for death. Ivan's final loving act is to give Till a soft look with blood pouring out of his mouth, that Till still does not see, and then let go before falling to the ground.

It's just a collection of failures. We see from Ivan that he truly loved Till, made a lot of selfless decisions for his sake, was filled with so much longing and affection, but he just couldn't get it across in a way that doesn't seem fucking deranged from an outsider's perspective. And when he DID manage to communicate his feelings more clearly, it was to a Till that was unconscious, or too distracted/dense/traumatised to see Ivan's actions as ones of love.

There's no guarantee that Till would have reciprocated even if Ivan had managed to communicate his feelings in a healthier way, but there was at least a CHANCE. At least Ivan could have gotten some closure, even if he was rejected.

Instead Ivan died thinking he was completely unloved by the person who he cared about more than anything else, and his last ditch effort to make Till understand was deeply flawed and uncomfortable.

If these kids had grown up any other way, maybe they could have had a chance. Unfortunately, the world they were in didn't equip them to not hurt eachother in their attempts to grow closer.

[bonknigirlinthehood]

Daycare Day!!

HSR Daddies x Child!Reader (platonic)

Characters: Blade, Jing Yuan, Gepard, Sampo, Welt, Dan Heng and Luocha, and gn! reader(separate).

Synopsis: Hsr men's reaction to leaving their child at daycare for the first time.

CW: Family Relationship, Father-Child content.

TW: none

author's note: this is purely a word vomit. might contain bad grammar or spelling, and yes i have favoritism towards Blade and Jing Yuan.

BLADE

Blade doesn't like it when he must leave you with someone else during his mission. The other Stellaron Hunters are very busy and cannot help watching over you, not even Elio so he had no choice but to put you in a daycare for the time being.

 He makes sure to check the security of the daycare, even paying a huge amount just to add more security in there.

Making sure you know how to call him whenever you are in danger. 

Hates when there's another phone number in your (temporary) phone other than him, but for your sake, he allows you to have his colleagues numbers to call or chat.

Will put a different ringtone only for your contact, so he'll know if it's you who are calling or sending him messages.

Gets anxious when there's no chat or call from you for quite some time (even though Kafka makes sure not to spam your father with chats or else he'll get distracted from his job).

Constantly checking his phone whenever he can to see if you send any message.

At one point he will be the one who sends you a message first asking if you are doing fine at the daycare, if they give you food, or if you get bullied. 

The moment he is done with his work Blade immediately goes to the daycare and picks you up.

You will look happy and fine, a contrast to your father who looks stressed.

But his expression will brighten up the moment he sees your happy face.

Very anxious dad 0/10 he won't do it again (Kafka makes him do it again in the future because he had no other choices).

JING YUAN

He was sad to leave you alone, but with his secretary and Tingyun's assurance, he finally obliged.

Will make sure you get treated just as well as when you were with him.

Will give you allowance money to spend!.

Send you messages every 30 minutes.

He will ask Tingyun to send him some of your photos or even videos.

His knights would catch him giggling at his phone whenever he was doing a video call with you.

Constantly saying 'I miss my baby~' and 'Papa can't sleep without my baby kissing me :('

Fu Xuan would help watch over you, and will cringe whenever Jing Yuan makes those voices to you during the call.

Won't waste any time going to his office, he will go straight to where you were.

Fu Xuan knows he won't go to his office so she waits with you.

Jing Yuan would open the door with a big smile and arms open wide, waiting for you to run towards him.

And you will run and hug him, only for your father to notice Fi Xuan throwing daggers through her eyes.

She will scold Jing Yuan for not making a report and said if he doesn't finish it before your bedtime, she will revoke your permission to enter his office.

Both of you were shocked when she said that, and you gave him sad puppy eyes, saying "if papa doesn't work…i can't visit you anymore…".

Jing Yuan will immediately do a Speedrun of his reports. He can't work without you as his mental support!! He needs to keep you able to enter his office whenever you want to!.

Fu Xuan couldn't believe that threat would work. Your father totally forgot the fact his position is higher than hers 😭. 

GEPARD

Would leave you with Serval.

He loves his sister to death but oh how worried he was to left you alone with her💀.

You weren't given a phone so whenever Gepard wanted to ask how you are doing he'll need to ask though his sister.

Serval would send him photos and videos of you trying to sing and play musical instruments, and Gepard would chuckle at it.

Silvermane Guards will constantly see him glued to his phone during breaks (they think it's kinda cute).

Would do a sleep video call. He would video call Serval only to see you already in bed, wishing him to get back as soon as possible.

He would call again in the morning. Greeting your sleepy figure and getting a 'good luck' for today from you was the thing that got him going throughout the day.

Would buy you gifts on his way back.

Very happy to see you greeting him on the door and giving him a hug.

SAMPO

Put you under Natasha for obvious reasons.

Continuously asking her how you are doing to the point she actually mutes him for distracting her from working.

He said he will leave you for a day but he keeps showing up to the clinic almost every hour.

Same as Gepard, he would buy gifts on his way back.

He trusts Natasha, that's for sure, but he can't help but feel anxious about his bby! :( 

When he gets back, Natasha will scold him for giving you too much unhealthy food, even going so far as to give him a book full of recipes about food for kids.

Yet after the two of you were out and far away enough from the clinic, Sampo would pull out a back of fast food he got from overworld and your eyes gleamed at the sight. 

"If you promise not to tell Nat about this~" he makes the shush motion with his finger, and you nod vigorously. "Yes!, Yes!, I promise!".

The two of you happily eat the food together while you listening to Sampo's story about the overworld.

WELT

Was a bit anxious to leave you on a daycare of an unknown planet, but Himeko calms him quickly about it.

"It's okay, Welt. This will be a good experience" . "I know, but still…*sighs*"

Every 2 or 3 hours, Welt would send you a message, asking if you are okay being there.

Would daze off overthinking if you are okay at the daycare.

When talking with an important person from that planet, he will make sure everything goes smoothly and quickly so he can go pick you up asap.

Welt would drag Himeko to quickly go to the daycare.

Would check first if you got any injuries on your body before hugging you.

Will bring you to a nearby restaurant to eat dinner together alongside his other (not so) kids.

DAN HENG

Anxious? Anxious.

Dan Heng would swarm Welt with questions about the best daycare to go to.

His preparation, if not top notch, was too much. Even Welt had to warn him to not pack too many things onto the bag.

Dan Heng would be the type that needs so much reassurance. It's okay sir, your kid's going to be fine.

When he finally lets you go and walk away, he'll turn his head around every 5 steps, as if thinking this wasn't a good idea at all.

Would try to call you several times during the day, in which you answer every time; "I'm fine, papa!"

Buys cake for you when he is done with whatever job he is on.

When he arrives at the daycare, you would have already fallen asleep and the teacher had to carry you out of the room.

Dan Heng will immediately feel relaxed after seeing your face. He snuggles to you to comfort himself (my man is a dragon do not forgor).

LUOCHA

My man would do shit ton of research before finally deciding which daycare he would trust you into.

Like Blade, he would pay a hefty sum just to add additional security.

Luocha needs to calm you down at first because you refused to go to the daycare.

"It's alright…daddy will pick you up at 5pm. Be good for me, hm?"

Give a lot of kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

The type of dad that is always thinking about you whenever he passes by something and ended up buying it.

"That hair ornament would look good on my child, I should buy it". "Oh this children's book is popular, i should buy it too". "Oh and this–"

By the time he got back to the daycare, there would be many shopping bags around him.

You would run into him immediately and start babbling on what you did throughout the day. 

Luocha would bring you over to one of the most expensive restaurant in Luofu.

He also diligently listens to you while trying all the new accessories he bought on you.

Gosh this man spoiled you so much, well maybe a bit too much, but he can't help it since his baby is too cute!.

[ddejavvu]

reader being shy about her period even though she’s been with hotch for while and doesn’t want to talk about it with him, but he’s straightforward about it, knows reader is shy but they’re both adults! so he draws her a bath (and maybe joins her?) and takes care of her whether she likes it or not lol

basically something fluffy 🥺

Drawing your bath is something you do every single night, but tonight it feels different, weird. It's probably the looming threat of Aaron shuffling around in the bedroom, and you're not even halfway through working up viable excuses when he asks the dreaded question.

"Can I join you?"

He's already undoing his pants before giving you the chance to answer. You never say no, the question is more of a formality at this point. But this time you shake your head, turning around to face him head-on.

"Uh, actually, Aaron, I think I want to take this one alone."

He freezes with his hand down his pants. Apparently untucking his shirt leaves him in a position that makes him look like a depraved teenager.

"Okay," He nods, redoing his zipper, clearly taken-aback, "Is there any reason why?"

"My head hurts. I just- I kind of want to be alone."

His face drops sympathetically, and he nods along, already reaching into the cabinet for the advil, "I'm sorry, honey. Here, take some, and when you're out I'll run interference with Jack so that you can go and lay down."

The way he handles it makes you feel bad for lying to him, but you bite the bullet and take the medicine anyways. It won't do anything, and the worst it will do is give you a headache. Then at least you won't be a liar.

"Thanks, Aaron," You murmur, bumping your face into his chest in a low-effort hug that holds more sincerity than it seems to, "I love you."

"I love you, too." He hums, kissing the crown of your head. He makes for the bedroom again, about to leave you to bathe in peace, but he doubles back, "Oh, and just so you know, I saw you were running low on pads, so I picked some up on my way home from work, but they're in that cabinet."

He points beneath the sink and your stomach drops, "I know you usually keep them in your purse, but Jack wanted gum this morning and I saw you didn't have many left, so I just stocked them here. You can move them, it doesn't matter to me, I just wanted you to know where they were."

He barely glances up at you after he's done, but the momentary gaze is enough to see that you're frozen. He stills in the doorway, "Honey? Are you okay?"

"You bought me pads?" The question feels embarrassing, heating your cheeks and burning your belly.

"I made sure they were the same kind," His brows furrow, "Is that.. okay?"

"It's-" You stammer, lip quivering slightly, "It's fine, it's- great! It's too good, Aaron," Tears well in your eyes, "You're too good to me."

"Honey," He croons, rushing to catch you in a hug, "That's- buying pads is not 'too good for you'. You need them, it's just the same as when I make you dinner or drive you to work."

"Those are all great," You gush, staining his dark green polo with your tears, "You're the perfect man."

You don't need to feel his cheeks to know they're on fire, and he chuckles sheepishly, rubbing up and down your back, "I think that's debatable, you can ask a few higher-ups at the office."

"Well you've never bought Erin Strauss pads before, have you?" You sniffle, two damp blotches on his shirt left behind even after you pick your head up out of his chest.

"No," He grins, shaking his head, "No, but one year I bought her a #1 boss mug."

"#1 bitch," You mumble, turning away so he can't see your smirk as he laughs, "Oh, and Aaron?"

"Mhm?"

"You can get in, if you want." You offer, still residually hesitant, "I just- I don't really have a headache. I didn't want you to know about.."

"Your period." He finishes for you, voice strong and sure of himself, "Alright. Lemme just set Jack up with a movie, then I'll be back."

You take the time he's gone to peek under the bathroom sink, and sure enough, two large packages of your go-to menstrual pads sit beneath a pipe. They're lined up neatly beside his shaving kit, and you marvel at the domesticity they radiate together. You pluck one from the package, fresh and light pink. The wrapper crinkles as you set it on the counter beside your fresh underwear, and a wave of comfort washes over you. This is your house, and you're allowed to live in it.

Comfort steps aside for amusement, though, when you picture Aaron striding into a corner store in his suit and tie, picking up two packages of pink pads, and handing them over to the teenage cashier.

"What's so funny?' He peels off his shirt with ease now that it's no longer tucked into his pants, discarding it on the floor.

"Nothing," You insist, a smile still lingering on your lips, "I bet the 15-year old checker was fun to talk to."

[seramilla]

Something I think could happen in the Vaggie is Related to Carmilla AU, but after the reveal that Vaggie is her lost child, Carmilla occasionally gets nightmares that the Exorcist she killed was Vaggie

Sure she had already "fallen" at that point but now knowing the truth about Exorcists Carmilla has these nightmares of losing her daughter again, and that it's her fault again

(pretty much had this thought with both your AU and sunsetcougar's Biotech Exorcists AU)

For as long as she's been forging angelic weapons, the threat of the Exorcist horde has been a real, tangile reality for the Carmines, as long as they were putting themselves in the crosshairs of the conflict with Heaven. Carmilla had managed to mostly stay under Heaven's radar for a long time. Until the day she and her girls were discovered, and there was an attempt on her daughters' lives. Carmilla had only done what she had to do -- protect Odette and Clara at all costs, even if the cost is an angelic life.

The dreams have plagued Carmilla ever since. It's always the same variation of the same dream -- an Exorcist is attacking her girls, and she swoops in to save them, letting that infusion of adrenaline and fear fuel her actions, and chopping off their attacker's head at the neck. The sight had been traumatizing, grotesque, but also necessary. Still, Carmila worries if this is a new part of her punishment here in Hell for killing an angel -- to forever be plagued by those memories. Especially since they are worse now, knowing that Vaggie, her daughter, used to be one. Now Vaggie is the one invading her dreams.

Ever since this realization came to light, the dreams have twisted into an ugly, terrifying, evil approximation of the original nightmares she used to deal with. A part of her wishes she could go back to those, because now all she can when she's going in for the killng strike is Vaggie there in front of her. Every time, night after night, she kills her own daughter, and can't help but wake up screaming into the void of her dark, empty room, all alone.

She's tired. She needs sleep. She just wants the dreams to stop, so she can get some actual rest for the first time in weeks. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation, or her maternal instinct is finally getting the better of her; Carmilla isn't certain, but she reaches over to grab her phone all the same. The clock app says it's well after midnight. Still, Carmilla just needs confirmation. Needs to hear her voice. She just has to know...

Carmilla calls Vaggie. She doesn't know why she does this. Vaggie will either be angry at her for calling so late, or won't pick up at all, because her phone is on silent. Thankfully, blessedly, after four rings, Carmilla is sent directly to voice mail. She clears her throat, and waits for the beep to indicate she should leave a message. At least she can get some of her anxiousness out of her system this way.

"Vaggie...this is Carm--your mom. I'm really sorry to be callng so late. I was just...thinking about you. Wondering if you're okay. You don't need to call me right back. I just wanted to hear the sound of your voice. This is probably very strange. You don't even need to call me back, if you don't want to. A text would be fine. Just, please...let me know you're all right? Okay. I....love you. Good night."

Carmilla hangs up the phone, and rolls over to face another fitful night's sleep. She hopes Vaggie doesn't think she's crazy for leaving that voicemail. But Carmilla considers that is the least of her worries, right now. Just so long as Vaggie is okay, protected, and safe...then Carmilla will be okay, too...won't she?

[chloecherrysip]

it has been days and i haven't seen ANYONE mention this so fine, FINE, i will be the one to do it

"We'll see how tough this Mario is when he watches me KILL HIS BROTHER!"

THIS LINE ALL BY ITSELF FELT VERY SCARY AND I FULLY UNDERSTAND WHY THERE WAS NEVER A MOMENT WHERE BOWSER COULD ACTUALLY TRY TO MAKE GOOD ON THIS THREAT, THAT'D BE TOO INTENSE FOR THE TONE THEY WERE GOING FOR, BUT...

WHAT IF...

(look, all i'm saying is the angst gremlin inside of me came ALIVE for a hot second and started imagining scenes playing out in different ways where Bowser DOES have this opportunity with both brothers together before the final battle and it is extremely heartwrenching stuff, OKAY)

I was originally gonna end this post here but welp, now I brainstormed a whole alternative scene under the cut

Imagine this: we're on the Rainbow Road. The blue shell hits! DK does still fall into the ocean (maybe yelling "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAUUUUULT" at Mario as he goes down) but Mario is thrown back by the explosion onto the side of Rainbow Road with Cranky Kong and the other Kongs (he is definitely injured, though) and lands there as they freak out about DK. Peach and Toad are still safely on the other side.

Mario is thus captured with all the other Kongs and taken to Bowser's airship (Peach and Mario call out to each other worriedly but there's nothing she can do and the flying Koopas are coming after her too so Mario yells for her to run and her and Toad have to flee, waaah)

(This would also let Bowser and Mario actually get to meet before the end, which I think would have been nice! Not absolutely necessary, I think the movie works fine without it, but it would have really driven home the threat/stakes a little harder and created a stronger Darkest Moment, I think)

Bowser, seeing that Mario is captured, is just FILLED with hateful glee and wants to break this little man down so badly after he DARED to get close to HIS princess, and he asks Kamek to bring out Luigi from the prison

Mario, now in the airship and restrained, gets to actually SEE Bowser and register how big/menacing he is and they have some banter where Bowser is FURIOUS and Mario is honestly just kind of confused, like, "dude, what is your problem with me??? I just came to this world two days ago???" (He's scared, of course, he's never seen anyone quite like Bowser before, but he also knows his type right away - he's a bully, and Mario's dealt with his fair share of bullies, that's for sure)

But then of course the conversation comes around to "WHERE IS MY BROTHER, LET MY BROTHER GO" and then Luigi is brought in, hands bound, and the brothers can't help but have big, teary smiles and call out happily for each other

But that happiness ends QUICKLY because Bowser advances on Luigi and Mario realizes all at once what's going to happen and he tries to run at him but Kamek drags him back with the magic

And like...I am not one for anything TOO excessive here, I wouldn't want it to be TOO far outside what a movie like this would include, but Bowser does start to hurt Luigi - picking him up and throwing him down, kicking him, scratching him up, and Mario is just in AGONY and desperately struggling to pull free from the magic and begging Bowser to stop, please, if he's mad at someone, hurt HIM, beat HIM up, whatever he wants, but please, don't take it out on his brother, PLEASE, he'll do ANYTHING

But of course, that just makes Bowser taunt Mario more, because he CAN'T do anything. He wants to see Mario broken down and a pathetic mess and begging HIM, the great Koopa King, for mercy because the princess would never be attracted to someone like THAT, how could she, how shameful! Bowser will be sure to tell her ALL about it when he proposes, he is delighted

(oh man, Bowser could even say something like that "whatever happens to him is YOUR fault, you brought your dear brother down with you when you dared to meddle in my fairytale wedding!!!" And it's a ~*~THEMATIC CALLBACK~*~ to Mario's dad, waaaah)

And finally, it looks like Bowser is going to strike a BIG blow but Kamek gets distracted or Mario just becomes desperate enough to pull free of the magic's influence with the power of BROTHERLY LOVE and he gets a punch in on Bowser that knocks him back!!!

And then Mario is helping Luigi up, holding his bruised face sweetly and reassuring him that it's gonna be okay, they're gonna get out of here and go home, and they try to run but they get dragged apart by guards/Kamek/etc again

Bowser is EXTREMELY MAD but manages to calm down and says that he actually appreciates Mario interrupting him with his pathetic little punch because he almost acted too rashly. After all, if he kills Luigi now, he'll be one prisoner short for his ritualistic sacrifice for him and Peach's wedding! Can't have that! Too bad Mario's gonna miss it! And then he grabs Mario and carries him out while Luigi is being carried/dragged back to prison and they're both horrified and crying out each other's names desperately as they're separated AGAIN

Mario gets thrown off the airship by Bowser into the ocean and left for dead (Mario probably gets one more defiant line where he swears he's gonna stop Bowser and Bowser tells Mario that'll never happen but not to worry, him and Peach are going to be very happy together and Mario and his brother will be reunited soon enough - in DEATH [evil laughter])

And then Mario gets swallowed by the eel and DK is already there and things start to play out the same way as the movie from there EXCEPT that when him and DK snipe at each other, Mario starts to break down a little and the line "Well, at least your brother's not gonna die because of you!" has a LOT more emotional weight to it and it's just a longer, more heartwrenching Darkest Moment scene in general, sob)

(and you could also have a scene with Luigi back in prison where he is obviously extremely shaken up and hurt and not knowing what happened to Mario, what did Bowser do with him, is his brother even still ALIVE, why was he so WEAK and unable to do anything, unable to even protect himself or help Mario, etc etc and that helps him have a character beat that maybeeeee makes his surprise rescue of Mario at the end feel more earned????? HMM)

I'M SORRY, I LOVE ANGST (that eventually ends happily) AND IT COMPELS ME

i'm gonna have to write this as an actual, full-fledged fic, aren't I, lolol

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Busted - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Silco earns an ugly reckoning...

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Pearl lays her fingertips on his bruised jaw. "Let's get you inside. That needs cleaning."

"It’s fine."

"C’mon. We can sit, and sip whiskey, and wait up for the wagon. Or—"

"Or?"

Her voice softens. "We skip whiskey and go straight to bed."

Her fingertips are soft too. He feels their flutter like a moth's wing. But their heat is a candle, and he's never burned so bright. It hurts. Hurts to look at her.  Because if he does, he'll see himself reflected. The man Sil might've been, if life hadn't chewed him up and spat him out. If he hadn't found Zaun, or Shimmer, or Jinx.

If, instead, he'd had a blank ledger, a clean slate, and a future laid bare.

There are engines rumbling in the distance.

"I can't," Silco says. "Pearl, I can't."

Her fingertips stay on his skin. "You could. If you wanted."

"I can't," he says again. Then, as the ache grows: "Jinx."

"Jinx?"

Now he does look at her. The torchlight catches her face in fractured portions—the high arc of cheekbone, the fluent line of brow, the full dark lips. Her braid has slipped its tie, and falls loose to her shoulders. In this shadow, in this light, she was beautiful. Not just in her face, or her body, but her spirit.

The fire she'd lit in his own, after a lifetime spent in darkness. 

"Jinx," he repeats. "My daughter."

Pearl sucks in a breath.

"You—?"

"I told you," he says. "After this was done, you'd know everything."

Her fingertips tremble against his skin. But she doesn't pull away. Instead, she takes his face in both hands, and studies him. Searching, he knows, for the answer to a question she's asked herself, over and over. The answer she's known in her bones, but dared not say aloud.

The answer he'd given her, half-jest, half-warning, before she'd taken him to bed.

"Please," she whispers, and her voice threatens to break. "Tell me you're not—"

"Not who?"

"Him." Threat fractures into plea. "The Eye of Zaun."

Silco nods.

The townsfolk are still carousing. The torches still burn. The moon still cuts like a bloody fishhook. The engines rumble, closer now.

Between Silco and Pearl: silence. Total silence. Her hands drop from his face. The color leaches from her skin. She stumbles backwards, one hand rising to her mouth, as if to stifle a scream—or spewing vomit. Her eyes, locked on his, pick up the spooked gloss of a rabbit sighting a wolf.

Or a woman who's caught a glimpse of something unearthly. Unholy. 

Unforgivable.

"Oh my god," Pearl chokes. "It was you. The whole time."

Silco says nothing. He can't walk the days back, nor erase what's been said and done. He can't unsheathe his knife and slice out the memory of what they'd shared, or how it'd felt, or the secrets they'd whispered in each other's ears. Secrets that, in the dark, were real. Not a ruse, but a resurrection.

The first step towards something he'd thought, for so many years, lost to himself.

"I'm sorry," Silco says, and means it. "Pearl—"

"You bastard," Pearl whispers. Then: "You filthy fucking bastard! You've been here the whole time. Right under my nose. Playing me like a fool."

"Pearl, no—"

"My girls—what have you done to them? Have you hurt them?"

"They're safe. They're on their way. Pearl, I swear—"

"Don't fucking lie! You think I don't know the games you play? What business you traffic in? You've been poisoning this city for decades. Shimmer. Gangs. Bodies in the canals. You're worse than the Piltie fucks above us. At least they have the decency to pretend. But you? You revel in your sickness. Your poison. You freed this city only so you could choke it. Like you do with anyone who gets in your way. With those—those eyes of yours." Her hands knot in her hair. "Janna, those eyes. I've been smiling into yours every night."

"Pearl—"

"Oh, gods. How could I let you inside my house? Inside my—"

She stumbles, and her heel catches in a crack on the cobblestones. Reflexively, Silco catches her elbow. Her skin is ice-cold, but hatred leaps red-hot from her eyes. Catching her balance, she meets him squarely, toe-to-toe.

A sharp thwack, and her open palm collides with his right cheek.

Silco feels the imprint lacing his skin. It doesn't sting. But, for a moment, the world is tinged red.

"Bastard," Pearl spits. "Don't touch me. Don't even look at me."

"Pearl, sweetheart, listen—"

"Don't you dare call me that!" Her pitch cracks into a sob. She's trembling all over, and he wants, desperately, to hold her. But her stance promises a second slap. Or the business-end of her shotgun. "Don't call me sweetheart, or honey, or anything else.  Nothing about us is real. Nothing about Sil was real."

"Pearl—"

"This has all been a hit. From the start. You're here because Eramis muscled in on your turf. Stole your mines, and your profits. So you snuck in for payback. You wormed your way into our lives, and wormed your way into my bed. Used me as bait, and my girls as leverage. Just like Uppside did to us for years." Tears streak her cheeks. "And I—I let you. Gods, I let you. I gave you my home, and my trust. And it's all a fucking lie."

"No."

"You've been lying to me. To everyone." The tears keep coming. Her voice rises. In the crowd, the cheering ebbs. Heads swivel their way. "It's because of you that the Ditch has gone to shit. Because of you that we've lived with fear, and debt, and Lem breathing down our necks. You gave Eramis the mines. You gave him the whole town. It's thanks to you that his men drove out the Guilds. Thanks to you that they murdered my Daddy. Thanks to you that my sister ended up a plaything for Quince. And you knew. You knew, and did nothing."

"I made a mistake," Silco says. "I came to fix it. Please, let me—"

"Fix it?" She bristles, her hands balled into fists. "You could've fixed it years ago! We've been dying for your help, and you never gave a single fuck! I begged. My girls begged. The whole fucking Ditch begged. You didn't care. You couldn't be bothered. As long as you had your coin, and your Shimmer, and your power, why should we matter? We're just a bunch of pissant peasants, aren't we? Barely worth the trouble."

"I came, didn't I?"

"You came," she snaps, "because you had nowhere to go. Because you're the biggest fucking coward on Runeterra, and you've run out of hiding spots. You've made a career out of creeping in the shadows. But the shadows don't cut it anymore, do they? The sun's rising, and the curtain's gonna fall, and soon, the whole world will see what you really are."

Helpless, Silco reaches for her. Pearl recoils. As one, their eyes fall on the knife, still caught in his fist. The blade winks up at her, a mocking eye. In the torchlight, the blood is black as ink. Black as the bile surging in Silco's gut.

Her invective is a pittance compared to the litany he's heaped upon himself. But to see, and hear, and know the ways he's reduced her—this proud woman, who'd fought tooth and claw to save herself and her girls from the fire—makes him, for the first time, hate the thing he's made himself into.

The Eye of Zaun.

The monster at the end of every bedtime story.

The crowd falls silent. The torchlight casts eerie shadows over the townsfolk's faces. Their whispers, carried on the night's chill, are a lapping susurration. 

The engines rumble. Closer than before.

"Pearl," Silco says, and there's a raggedness in his voice. "If I could take it all back, I would. If it'd earn your forgiveness, I'd undo it. But I can't. It's done. What I can do is put things right." 

"Right?" Pearl is sobbing, and laughing, and livid. "What's a man like you know about right? Or forgiveness? You want that? Go down to the mines where men and women died by the score. Go down to the Black Lanes, where the girls sell themselves for a single Hex. Go down to the Pilt, where you dump your dead. Ask them if they'll forgive you. Ask them if you can make it right."

The crowd is talking among themselves. Shocked rises and falls in their voices. His name, passing and repassing, ripples through the throng.

The Eye. The Eye. The Eye.

For half the crowd, a specter of sinister legend. For the other half, a savior in snakeskin. None who've known, much less guessed, the truth.

The Eye is only a man.

A gaunt, graying, one-eyed man, with a knife in his fist, and his sins writ clear across his face.

"Pearl," he tries on last time. "I'm sorry. For everything. I know you don't believe me. I don't expect you to. But look how far you've come. Look what you've done. You've taken back the Ditch. You've settled old scores. Now you're free. You and your girls and the town—you're all free." He turns to the crowd. His voice, still ragged, carries. "All I've ever wanted was for you to have your freedom. That's all any of us ever asked for. The least we deserved."

"I don't want your freedom," Pearl snarls. "I don't want a fucking thing from you."

"Maybe not. But while I stand, I'll make sure you have it." He looks at them all—first at Pearl, meeting her eyes, seeing the fury there, and the sorrow too. Then at the crowd, and each torchlit face, for as long as it takes. "And if mine's not the freedom you want, I'll see that you have another. One that lasts, and holds, and doesn't sour. One that gives you what I couldn't." He looks at Pearl. "What you deserve."

He hears the quaver in his voice. It has quavered only twice before. Once, a lifetime ago, when he'd led the miner's strike against Topside And again, the day Zaun was born. The day he'd scrawled his name on the dotted line, and snatched freedom—freedom, as he saw it—out of Topside's bloody fist.

The crowd is silent. The torches burn. The moon, the color of a corpse, floats in the black sky.

The engines are almost on top of them. The air fills with the smell of diesel and hot metal.

Pearl is weeping in earnest. The fury's gone out of her. Snuffed like a candleflame. Because, even if the shock of Sil's identity will leave her reeling a lifetime, the truth of what he'd done, and the slate he'd wiped, cannot be denied.

The Ditch is hers. Hers and the town's. They've wrested it back, and he's the man who made it happen.

The man who, for all his failures, delivered the firepower straight to their doorstep.

"Oh, gods," Pearl breathes, eyes squeezed shut. "Why? Why'd it have to be you?"

"Because I'm all that this city's dredged up."

"That's not true." Her eyes open. They're the smoking dark of a burnt field. "You're not all it's dredged up. There's other men. Better men."

"There are. But that's the difference between a better man, and a man who gets it done." He takes a step backwards, the knife still in his hand. Wiping it against his trousers, he slips it back into his boot. "The first can only promise better. The second will make it happen."

[miniisunshine]

I got a boost of confidence publishing my first story, so here's another one!

Once again, not based on the movie Lord of Chaos and also not based on the real Euronymous, only Rory's portrayal!

Synopsis: "You're not that evil!"

"Shut up emo girl..."

Warnings : P in V, AFAB character, soft dom?¿, unprotected sex (don't do this at home), swearing

Like every friday after work, you made your way into the music store, looking at the new arrivals and in search of classics albums you didn't already had. Well, classics for you of course, because the young black metal enjoyer who worked there would tell you otherwise.

It was the same old routine: you would pick up a CD, maybe Pierce The Veil, or Bring me the Horizon if you felt fancy, he would ring you up, judging your music taste saying something in the line of :

"This is not real music"

You would scoff, telling him goodbye with a smirk and then go on your merry way.

But not today, after observing what you had brought, Øystein looked at you with a neutral face.

"Do you wanna come to my show tonight? See and hear what real music is?"

You laughed at his question thinking it was one unique way to tell you that your tastes were trash.

"No I'm dead serious! I can write your name on the vip list. Free show, who could say no?"

You thought a little bit, you had nothing planned really, what could go wrong?

"Fine. But if I hate it, I'm never coming back at this store"

"Shut up emo girl..."

He laughed, took your name and number for the list and bid you farewell, letting you go with your stuff.

You didn't know why you went, but there you were, surrounded by angry and sweaty men.

The band entered the stage and you could see Øystein to the right, hair covering his face while he played his guitar.

You couldn't lie, he was one good looking mother fucker.

The new sound intrigued your ears, but you didn't hate it. The lyrics were, non understandable, but the beat and the feelings were there, angry feelings mostly.

After the show, you scurried your way out the venue before receiving a text message.

Its Øystein. Enjoyed the show?

I can't lie, it was impressive..

Wanna come take a beer at my place to talk about it?

I can't say no to a free beer lol

While in theory it was a bad idea to go to a stranger's place at this hour, you had a feeling this man wasn't a threat, even if he was considered the "Lord of Destruction". You were also quite attracted to him, so...

Knocking on his door, you began to feel nervous, regretting the easy going girl you were 15 minutes ago.

He opened the door, greeting you with wet hair and only some pyjamas pants on.

"So.. The emo girl do like true Norwegian Black Metal!"

You scoffed at his statement and entered his appartment, blushing at the little clothes he had on.

"It was fine! A little bit too angry for me, but it wasn't AS bad as I thought"

He brought you a drink, leading you to his couch, before taking a swig of his beer.

"Well that's what we proclaim! Anger, rage, death, violence-"

You burst up laughing

"Yea right! All I could see tonight was a young music shop worker playing pretend with his little friends! But the music was good.."

Øystein looked at you with, once again, no emotion. You couldn't see if he was mad or sad, but you knew he wasn't laughing with you.

"Wanna see the real dark side of me?"

That's when your curiosity entered the room and the excitement made you kinda hot.

"I'm all yours for the night baby!"

He took you by your wrist, making you following him in his bedroom before throwing you on his bed.

You were quite shocked by his feriocity, but you were in for it. You ankered both elbows into the mattress, looking at him with envy.

"Strip for me beautiful"

And you did, but slowly, making him longing for your body while he rubbed his erection over his pants

Piece by piece, you reveal your naked self to him.

Øystein waisted no time before hovering you on his bed, pulling you in a passionnate kiss while exploring your body.

He released his lips from yours, trailing his mouth on your neck, your collarbone, nibling and leaving marks on your skin before beginning torturing your breasts.

You started panting, your breath going faster and faster. Your hands travelling and scratching his back before stopping at the waistband of his pyjamas, pulling them down so you could offer him pleasure as well.

You could feel his moans vibrating on your skin, making you want more of him, so you lead his member closer to you, letting his tip go back and forth in between your wet folds.

Understanding what you wanted, Øystein stopped what he was doing, replacing your hand by his on his dick, guiding himself slowly into you, making you melt under the sensation.

You crossed your arms behind his neck, pulling a little his long black hair as he thrust into you, finding a comfortable pace.

Your moans interweaved together as he went faster into you.

"F-fuck Øystein.. Don't s-stop!"

He watched you slowly coming undone as he rubbed circles on your clit, making you cry out of pleasure.

"So fucking hot"

Watching you squirm under him while your tits bounced to his rythm was to much for him, so without warning he came into you, you following not long after.

Øystein collapsed onto you and you took this opportunity to play with his hair while you both catched your breath.

He made sure to clean you all nice before pulling you onto his chest.

"You're really not as evil as you claim to be"

"Shut up emo girl"

I'm really tired this may be not as good as i thought it was gonna be lol

[wayfayrr]

May I request legend and/or ravio falling for an isekai reader? thank u <3

of course you can <3 this is more legend coping and reader finding out about him falling for them but I hope you'll enjoy it still!! I think I've found out I can't really write for Ravio well tho so it's just Legend and reader

It’s not been long since I started to travel with the chain, a few months at max, but even still it’s enough time to have ended up travelling through several different versions of Hyrule. With the most recent and current being the veterans’ own. Leading him to take advantage of the fact he can visit his own house again, he’s also oddly pleased that - by his admission - someone who usually stays here is for the moment elsewhere. Looping back to the present situation I’m in.

“Legend, are you sure it’s alright for me to use your bed? This is your house, I really don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re the one who has the least experience with travelling, you can take it. Maybe my bed will pick up your scent.”

Legend’s been acting like this for a while now. Getting used to him being a little standoffish with my arrival and the fact that I’m not from any Hyrule is one thing but now that he’s gotten to know me somewhat it seems like that’s flipped to him being more overbearing. With how he wants to protect me from things that aren’t even a threat to me, you could almost mistake him for being in love. If it weren’t for the fact that I know I have to leave at some point then he’d have a chance however, it isn’t fair to him that I’d have to abandon him at some point.

“But it’s your bed, I don’t want to steal it from you, even if it isn’t for long.”

“It’s not stealing if I’m offering it to you, but since you seem so against that idea… we could share?”

“You’re not going to drop the idea of me taking your bed, are you? Fine, I’ll give in - we can share your bed Legend.”

This might be the first time I’ve seen him where his face matched the colour of his hair; isn’t that adorable?  Would that mean that sharing a bed here has the same meaning as back home, likely… Or Legend just has feelings for me, or both.

Probably both.

Sharing a bed with Legend doesn’t sound bad, with him getting this flustered at even the idea makes it seem like it’s going to be interesting.  

Seeing how the rest of the chain has settled down for the night as well it’s just Legend and me, now his face has gotten even redder since he first asked if we would share his bed. 

“Well - how uhh how are we going to do this [name]?”

Shrugging I got into the bed and held the blanket up for him to get in, it’s not like there are too many other ways to go about this. After a moment when he finally got over his fluster and managed to crawl in next to me and lie still with his arms by his side. 

“This, yeah I guess this works.”

“Now then Legend, when was it you fell for me?”

So that’s what it takes for him to become a spluttery mess, a simple question. Granted it was a simple question, while he is laying tucked against me in his own bed, and one he knows I have a vague answer to as I was able to ask him. 

“Take your time, I’ll be here all night.”

“... I don’t, It’s been gradual. I realised when we ended up here…”

A face being buried into my shoulder paired with his arms wrapping around me was a pleasant surprise, it’s like he’s trying to hide his fluster.

“If I said I’d be interested in a relationship with you then?”

“...What?”

“How would you react if I told you that I’d like to …oh, what do you call it here… ‘court’ you? I know that I can’t exactly stay in Hyrule forever, but in the meantime we could make it work…”

A-and I’ve broken him, well from what I can tell of his face heating up he seems embarrassed beyond what should have been possible. That’s fine though, I did say it like that on purpose to see how far I could push him like this. It’s not my fault he’d crack with so little pressure. 

“You can give me your answer in the morning link, goodnight.” His breathing stilled before his arms grip softened as I fell asleep, comfortable and warm where I am in his hold. 

It was even nicer to wake up still in his hold. 

“I - If you were to court me even if it’s only for a short while? I think I’d want to try even if I have to convince you to stay after.”

“Oh? And how would you convince me then bunny boy? I’m listening.”

He’s not going to be recovering from that for a while, all of the links here seem to be used to tamer or less, how would I say it? Modern? Forward? I think that would be the best way to describe it, advances and I just love that…

[8aji]

it only takes one day and i'll run straight into your arms. // f.t.

pairing: husband!toji fushiguro x reader, ft. megumi

wc: 1k

synopsis: despite the initial fear, who says blackouts can't be used as a bonding moment.—or, toji tries his best to open up while holding the both of you in his arms

tags/cw: fluff, dad!toji along with husband!toji, mentions of past child neglect (towards toji).— let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: with a readability score of 73/10 (Ik) here's a fic i started writing in march of this year and finished yesterday bc we had a blackout and that's quite literally the theme of this one. i missed writing for jjk but its been a long ass while since i checked the manga so the characterisation is definitely off mwah!

m.list ˖ tags ˖ byi/dni

A loud yelp filled could be heard, followed by the pitter-patter of little feet running to the living room.

Megumi dropped his toys as soon as it happened, flinching like a cat scared by a loud noise. Tears pooled his green eyes as he ran towards the living in search of you.

“Are you alright?” you asked, kneeling in front of him. As soon as he heard your voice, he flung himself into your embrace with his eyes closed tightly. He was lucky enough to have met you halfway down the hall; the pitch black prevented him from looking too far ahead. 

Megumi wasn’t scared of many things, but he was terrified of the dark. It was a common fear in children, the way common household items turned into eerie monsters once the lights went out could for sure be scary, the inherent absence of light presented itself as a threat. You would’ve never imagined his fear actually stemmed from all those horror stories Gojo had insisted on sharing that one time he babysat Megumi, lights off and all, just a torch which made his piercing blue eyes even scarier. 

Regardless of where he was, once lights went out he’d go after you or Toji for reassurance, 

His spiky hair tickled as he nuzzled his face against your neck, holding onto your shoulders for dear life. Any movement you made his grip stronger, forcing you to sit on the floor instead of moving to the couch like you planned, crossing your legs so he could easily cuddle up to you. Despite the little sniffles, you could feel his heartbeat calm down the more you continued to softly rock him in your embrace.

“Sorry I took so long,” Toji spoke, making his way from the garden through the sliding doors to where you sat. “Thought I could fix it but the whole neighbourhood’s out.”

As soon as he heard his voice, Megumi perked up a little, pulling away from your chest to look up at his dad, extending his arms and doing grabby hands at him. Toji picked him up effortlessly from your hold, kissing his hair before following you to the couch. 

“You okay?” your husband asked. He raked his fingers through Megumi’s soft strands, the same way you did with his, hoping to calm him down; despite both your efforts he was still a little shaken. He took a minute to think of a response, hesitating whether to nod or shake his head, before he decided to nod, not without nuzzling his cheek against Toji, who hummed at his response. “And you?” he turned to you.

“’m fine,” you mumble, you hadn’t realised it had gotten this late, though it wasn’t surprising considering you spent all this time worrying over Megumi. “A little sleepy though.”

Toji stretched his left arm, beckoning you to come closer and of course, you caved in, there was nothing compared to the feeling of laying close to your two favourite boys. You sighed in satisfaction at his warmth, chuckling at the way Megumi easily crawled between the both of you yawning before stretching and closing his eyes; fear can really tire one out. That L-shaped couch was truly a great investment, it fit the three of you quite perfectly.

“He rubs his face against us like cats do,” Toji whispered, careful not to wake his son up. 

“He’s also tiny,” you mention, brushing away a few strands of hair away from his face. “Like a kitten.”

“You think he’ll be short?”

“Toji you’re almost 6 feet tall.” You looked at him in confusion, brows furrowed in amusement as if your statement was explanation enough, but just in case it wasn’t, you continued. “No, he won’t be short.”

It was his turn to chuckle, looking fondly at the kid between the both of you, still unable to believe that someone as messed up as him was able to create something so pure and beautiful.

“’ don’t wan’ him to grow up,” He muttered, feeling a little vulnerable at the weight of his words. “’ think I’m scared of it.”

You knew he felt weird telling you this; even if he shouldn’t, being uncomfortable was almost a reflex to him. After years of neglect, Toji couldn’t help but struggle to properly communicate, keeping his walls up no matter how much he wanted to tear them all down for you. 

But that was okay, he didn’t need to talk all the time, not when the both of you managed to feel each other just by locking gazes. 

You cupped his cheek with your free hand, smiling as he nuzzled against your skin just like Megumi did; the apple doesn’t fall far away from the tree, after all. 

“‘don't want him to not need us,” he continued, now feeling more comfortable because of your touch. “‘don't want him to leave us behind.”

“He won’t,” you tried reassuring him, even if you knew that little voice in his head would tell him otherwise. “He won't stop loving you, I promise.”

To think someone could love him. The thought still made him want to cry. 

The bittersweet feeling stuck with him even after the lights came back on; it made the two of you jump in surprise, waking little Megumi in the process. You stayed on the couch for a couple of seconds before you managed to find the strength to get up, walking behind Toji as he carried Megumi to his bedroom. 

“See? You're okay,” he whispered against his son’s hairline, who was hesitant to be left alone once again. “And whatever you need we’re just next door, it's okay to be scared as well.” He said goodbye with one last kiss and waited next to you for Megumi to cuddle up against his sheets to leave, smiling at the small I love you daddy his son mumbled between yawns. 

No matter what or when or where, Megumi will always look out for your's or Toji’s warmth to reassure himself that everything’s going to be alright. 

© 2022 SHINACHIRO ; Do not repost my work. Do not recommend my work outside of tumblr. Do not translate my work. affiliated with @tokyometronetwork

[furiousgoldfish]

I'm not sure if I'm going to publish this, because the story is traumatic, and even though I found a resolution, it could still cause pain to read this. Trigger is animal death, emotional abuse, and death and grieving in general. If this is something you can't think about, please skip this post.

I need to preface the story with a bit of a background.

As a kid, I lived in a rural area, surrounded by animals, and sometimes I would pick a favourite, and this animal would die. I'm not sure if my parents were killing these specific animals on purpose because they noticed I was spending time with them, but the animal that I would be close to, would die first every time, or be mysteriously lost. One time, one small baby animal got sick, and I was going insane trying to nurse it to health. Made a little blanket nest where I kept it, constantly tried to clean and feed it and keep it warm, and after a few days I just found it dead.

I couldn't handle it. I had bonded with the small animal, I thought I was not going to be alone anymore because this tiny creature was going to be my friend and we'll be going trough life together, and we're going to have each other, and now it was dead, and I deeply felt it was my fault. Because I didn't know how to nurse it back to health, nobody helped me, nobody else cared, and I thought I was cursed and that I kill any animal I come into contact with.

I didn't have a way to process or grieve this, so I dissociated and tried to erase the entire thing from my memory. I pretended it didn't happen. I couldn't be aware of it because it was too much. I already had so much trauma repressed, I couldn't handle anymore. So I acted like everything was fine and distracted myself with whatever, and you know what happened? My parents noticed that my animal was dead, and that I was acting fine. And they came after me. They made fun of me for 'seemingly being obsessed with the animal and clearly I don't even care anymore now it's dead'. I remember freezing in shock and horror when I heard this. They came after me to guilt me for not caring anymore for the dead baby animal. When it was, to me, very clear that it's something I'm not allowed to think about, because it was impossible to deal with. And their words worked. I felt even more guilty for acting like I didn't care. I felt frozen both in shock and shame for my behaviour, even though I would have done everything to keep the animal alive, to stop this from happening.

After that, I never got close to an animal again. Any animal closeness would trigger me back to this event, forcing me to remember my dead friend and how after spending the day in shock and deep dissociation I was told I didn't care. I didn't want any more animals to die because of me. I stopped eating animals. I did everything in my power to protect and keep animals safe. Including never getting close to one because my presence would surely kill them.

This was just the backstory, so you understand where I'm coming from when the next thing happened. And I also want to say, despite how rocky and painful this situation was, I think I handled it okay.

*

It was a normal day, I was going to work. I was biking next to a highway, when I noticed something that chilled me to the bone. There was a baby kitten, in the highway, trying to survive among the cars. I stopped in shock and horror, and the next event took only seconds to transpire. The kitten managed to get to the edge of the highway, close to where I was, and the thoughts in my head were 'I need to get it away from here, quickly! I need to put it somewhere safe!' but I realized if I advanced I might scare it, so I stood frozen in place to not pose a threat, but it was already too late. I had no time to do anything. The kitten looked up. Noticed me. Got terrified. Ran into traffic. Was dead in a second.

I didn't even have time to cry out.

I walked away frozen in shock. I kept muttering to myself 'I would have saved it. I was going to save it.' all the way to work. I kept repeating the event over and over, trying to figure out what I could have done. But there was nothing. Even if I had turned away and tried to remove myself from there, it would have been too late. The kitten would have noticed me anyway, and ran back into traffic anyway. The only way that kitten might have been saved, was if I wasn't there at all. If I didn't exist that day, on that highway, then they might be still alive. But I couldn't have known that. I didn't know me going to work that day would end in someone's death. If I had, I wouldn't have gone to work. I would have gone a different way. I couldn't have known.

The thoughts of 'world would have been better if you weren't alive' kept spiraling in my head, I tried to dissociate and forget this happened, like I tried when I was a kid, but it didn't work, I kept having flashbacks, I kept seeing the death play over and over in my head. That kitten looked rugged and abandoned. It looked neglected. It was all alone in a highway. There was no other cat or kitten nearby. And I knew how that felt. I could imagine myself so easily being abandoned, neglected, and left in a highway to die. And my role in that kitten's life was the one that caused the death. I couldn't forgive myself. Even if I didn't do anything on purpose, I was there, and the kitten died, and then I walked away dissociated and shocked, and there was nothing I could do anymore. It was too late.

I managed to do my job in this triggered and dissociated state, and by the time I was done with work, I had started to calm down and think about what I could actually do about this. Because I cared about this a lot, and all I did was walk away; not out of malice, but out of shock and despair. It felt wrong. And I understood what I needed to do to make this better. I had to go to the place of death, and say I'm sorry. I needed to act humane about this. And when you cause someone's death, even accidentally, you express regreat and grief, you say sorry.

I took off from work, and the second I realized what I was about to do, I burst into tears. I was sobbing and repeating 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry' in my head the entire way. When I got there, the remains of the animal were still in the same place, even though completely unrecognizable. I stood by the edge of the highway and cried. I said how sorry I was, how I didn't mean to scare it. How I wished I could take it back, turn back time and make sure this didn't happen. How the kitten did not deserve this. I stood there crying and holding a hand over my heart, even though it looked insane. I cried all the way back home, shaking. And when I got back home, I was able to breathe again. And I felt slightly better.

I realized that this was my first, normal expression of grief and regret. It came delayed, because I was dissociated and flashbacking most of the day, but when I realized I just needed to deal with the situation in a humane way, that helped me feel human again. If you cast harm it's normal to express regret and grief, instead of dissociating and drowning in shame and suicidal thoughts. I still ended up crying later that day, but it wasn't a trumatic type of grief, it was just normal grief. It helped me feel normal.

The next day, I had to go past the same place, and the remains of the kitten were still there, and I couldn't help looking at them, feeling guilty again. I didn't know how to deal with that either, do I try to not look? Do I try to forget, because I couldn't do anything else but apologize, and I had already done that?

It took me a few days to figure it out. And then as I was thinking about it one day, it clicked. I needed to collect the remains and bury them. I was the only person who saw what happened, and who cared. I was tortured by the idea of cars disturbing the remains of that poor animal, I kept imagining it happening to my dead body, and it was harrowing.

So I grabbed a bag, went back to the highway, scooped what remained of the dead kitten in a bag. I promised I was taking it to a better place where it won't be awful like this. I was almost comforted by the fact that the remains didn't try to run away this time. We could go together to a safe place this time.

I picked a place next to a tree, with some stumps that I felt a cat would love to train their claws on. I felt it was going to rain soon, and I expressed the hope that the rain feels nice on the little animal bones. I forgot to bring a tool so I dug with my fingers. I covered the body with dirt, sat there for several minutes, speaking out my heart about everything, apologized again, and left it to the rain.

I'm not being tormented about it anymore. I know the kitten is in a good place now. Soft soil and rain are a good place to be. I guess this is what I had wanted to do from the start. Bring it to a safe location. Make sure it's not being chased by cars anymore. I managed to do it.

I think the only reason why I could figure it out, is that nobody was judging me, coming after me to attack me or guilt me, or tell me what to do or how I should be handling this. I was imagining the entire time, that if someone knew, they would either tell me how I could have avoided this, or that I'm stupid for being so emotional about this, and it would have ruined me. But this had no humans involved. It was just me, a dead animal, and I was given space and time to stop dissociating, to figure out what is the correct thing to do, and then do it.

I've started to think about whether I could resolve other things by the same method. What is a humane thing to do? I couldn't go back and bury my childhood pets, or tell them that I'm so sorry they died and I did nothing to stop it. I couldn't do anything about what my parents did to me either, the only consequence I could inflict on them was leaving, and I did that. So maybe it only works when you're free to do as you wish, and there are no consequences for any action, and you just pick to do something humane.

I learned that circumstances of someone's death matter very much, and what you do afterwards can change how you feel about life, and living. Ignoring a death and acting like nothing happened is one of the worst ways to go about it, but as a kid sometimes you have no other option, sometimes it's the only thing you can do. Because you're not given the safety to mourn. You're not free to express grief or regret.

This was the first death I mourned. I handled every other death, animal or human, by dissociating and feeling numb and helpless. I wish someone taught me how to mourn, and why humans have rituals like burying and grieving. Or even, if someone gave me space where I could mourn, where there are no consequences to what I do, and I could just spend some days figuring out what I'm feeling and what to do about it. Where I could figure out my own rituals to make the world feel a bit more humane.

Expressing grief, gentleness, affection and love to a dead body feels very humane. It makes death not so horrible, because after all, they're just safe in this soil, their bones are enjoying the rain, and they know you loved them and you wanted them to be safe forever. They know you handled their bones gently and wanted them to feel at peace. You got to tell them. You got to show them. Loved in death means something to the living.

[gummydummy19]

Slippery when wet

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x male reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Stevie comes home from a long run so you and Nat decide to help him clean up :))

Content Warning: Smut, poly-relationship, voyeurism (just between the 3 of them), shower sex, squirting, blowjob, light chocking, D/S dynamics

A/N: I'm so sorry this took literally a billion years. Thank you @hauntedkittenfun for the wonderfully filthy request <3 I hope you like it!X

Word Count: 2800+

It was a quiet Sunday morning. You were on the couch, legs stretched out resting on the coffee table with a book in your lap. Nat was sitting on the opposite end of the couch with her tablet in her hands, reading up on this week's mission reports. Her icy feet were pressed against your thigh, but you didn't mind. Your free hand caressed her ankle and you both just enjoyed each other company.

When you hear the front door swing open, both you and Nat turn your heads and smile at your boyfriend, who just got home from his morning jog. You greet him with a warm smile and he walks closer to give you a proper hello. His fingertips touch the hair behind your ears as he leans down to give you a kiss. You can taste the salty sweat on his upper lip but you don't mind. Not even one bit.

When Steve pulls away and turns to Nat to give her the same warm greeting, Natasha quickly protests.

'Uh uh, I could smell you all the way from the doorstep. You're not coming anywhere near me until you've had a shower."

For a split second, Steve looks offended, but that quickly turns into a devilish smirk.

"Oh yeah? Because I was just craving some really nice, warm, sticky cuddles, babe," he says while slowly stepping closer.

"Don't. you. dare." Nat says while crawling back to where you're sitting

"Get away from me you stinky old man!" you yell "You smell like you've been dead for half a century. Are you sure they kept you frozen enough? Because you smell like you've gone a bit moldy."

"Alright, that's it! Hold her down, babe" he instructs you.

"aye aye, captain." You oblige and hold Nat tightly with her back against your chest.

"Wha- NO! traitor!" she yells at you.

"That's for using me as a human furnace with those icicles you call feet."

Steve jumps the two of you and immediately starts nuzzling his sweaty face against Natasha.

"hmmmmmmm, babyyy! I missed you soooooo much!!!"

"GET OFF ME!" she protests, but it falls on deaf ears.

before long, you and Steve are both a laughing mess listening to Natasha's pleas and threats.

"Hey Nat, I think you need a shower, hun, you kinda....stink" you chuckle.

"How about we shower together, huh? To save water and all that."

Nat raises her eyebrow before dramatically rolling her eyes, "Fine. But only to save water."

You chuckle and pick Nat up before reaching out your hand to Steve, "Come on, pretty boy, you know I can't handle her without you."

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You slightly twist the faucet trying to get the temperature right while the hot water streams down your body. Nat is the first one to join you in the shower, while Steve works on getting his clothes off.

"You okay?" she mumbled, pressing wet kisses against the back of your neck. "hmm" you sighed happily, feeling her chest press against your back. Her arms wrapped around your waist and you let her roam her fingers over your chest and stomach while she continued to press kisses on your back.

"Hey, don't start with all the fun without me," Steve complained jokingly as he stepped into the shower.

“Don’t you worry, pretty, you’ll get more than enough attention.” You say, pulling him closer to the both of you.

Steve was now sandwiched between you and Natasha. Steam surrounds the three of you as you enjoy the warm water as well as each other. Steves eyes are closed, making all of his other senses more heightened. You watch both him and Nat intently. You hear every sigh and moan that leaves either of their mouths.

You all move around each other like the steam moves around your bodies. Nat reaches to kiss Steve before kissing you. When you pull away from Natasha’s lips to immediately turn to attach them to Steve’s wet and waiting mouth.

You end up between them. Fingertips touch you everywhere. You feel Natasha's erect nipples brush against your back while Steve's throbbing erection presses against your own.

A growl leaves your throat and you lunge at Steve. Pressing his back against the wall, you press your hips into his. Hard cocks grinding against each other, dripping with pre-cum.

You hand finds his throat and you push him back, pulling him off your lips. A little string of saliva is left hanging between your mouths. An indication of just how filthy your little make-out was.

You snap your head back, looking over your shoulder at Nat, who is currently a moaning mess, playing with her tits as she watching you dominate Steve.

“C’mere” you tell her, while still pressing steve against the wall by his neck.

Natasha obliges and you hook your free hand behind the nape of her neck. You guide her face to Steve’s and they start making out like two hungry animals.

You watch them. You watch Nat moan and drink the whimpers straight from Steve’s mouth.

You let them both go and tell Nat to jump.

She does.

Steve holds her up by her thighs. Her arms link around his neck while they passionately make out. You watch as their wet naked bodies cling to each other and your hand travels down to your throbbing cock.

Steve slowly slides down the wall and sits down while Nat straddles him. They both look at you with lustful eyes, silently asking for permission.

“Ride him” you dictate

Natasha eyes Steve's rock-hard cock. Somehow it looked even bigger from this angle. As if it wasn't already humongous.

Truth be told, you were pretty blessed yourself. But Steve,... Steve was truly hung like a fucking horse.

While you were slightly drooling over Stevie's horse-cock, Nat lifted her hips, preparing to actually fit the thing inside of her tight little pussy.

Very slowly, she started to sink down. She let out a long moan as she slid further down his shaft. Steve screwed his eyes shut and let his head fall back against the wall and you could feel his hand squeeze your thigh, only now realised he was holding onto you, achingly close to your dripping cock.

Your dick actually visibly throbbed and a sticky drop of pre-cum fell on Steve's wrist.

That got his attention.

His eyes shot open and looked directly into yours before they glanced over to his wrist. He smirked before bringing his hand to his mouth and theatrically licking his wrist clean.

He whimpered. Like actually whimpered.

Just from tasting a singular drop of your pre-cum.

You looked back down at Nat who finally made it down his cock and was currently stuffed to the absolute brink and breathing as if she'd just run a marathon.

"Are you okay baby?" he asked her when he saw she had adjusted.

"Yeah." she smiled, lifting her hips slowly, almost letting his cock slip out of her again.

"Good." was all he said before grabbing her shoulder and shoving himself into her. He wasted no time and immediately started pounding Nat's dripping pussy. hard.

"OOOHH FUUUUCCKKKK" She wailed and you couldn't help yourself, your hand shot to your crotch and you started stroking your fat dick while watching Steve fuck the soul out of Nat.

As if you weren’t hard enough already, Natasha starts squirting.

“STEVE!” She screams out as she sprays all over his cock.

He presses his thumb to her clit and starts rubbing messy circles while angling his hips up some more.

“ohhAAAHFUCKFUCKFUCK” Nats mouth fell open and you swear for a second there she went crosseyed.

“Gonna cum! M’gonna cum!” Nat babbled

You yanked her head back by her hair to make her look up at you and took the opportunity to spit in her open mouth.

“Yeah, baby, you cumming? Is that little pussy cumming on Stevies fat dick? Such a good little slut, huh baby? Gonna squirt some more aren’t you? Just can’t hold it in there can you? Little pussy just too full, hmm baby?”

You knew Nat went crazy for your filthy talk, especially when she was gonna cum. Shit pushed her right over the edge.

“aaaghhh cumming cumming cumming! Nat screamed out. Even with the shower running you could still hear the obscene sounds of her pussy squelching as she squirted an inhuman amount.

Her shoulder shook and her knees drew up, trying to ground herself. Steve kept pounding into her, pulling her hips down as she trembled and squirting all over him.

Tears ran down Nat’s cheeks as she was currently cumming her brains out.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Steve. Mouth!” You growled, wasting no time, you let go of Nat and Stepped closer to Steve.

You got down on your knees and sat up. Steve barely had time to open his mouth before you fisted his hair and shoved your rock hard cock into his mouth.

“Good fucking boy!” You groaned as you fucked his throat

“Make her cum again” you said, looking at Natasha’s wobbly figure, riding out her intense orgasm.

Steve pushed up his hips again and Nat wailed, falling over on his chest.

She was laying on top of him like a rag doll. Steve held her by her up, both hands holding her asscheeks as he pounding upwards, all while still trying his best to take your dick in his mouth.

At first he tried to suck, to swirl is tongue around your tip, but his brain was going to dumb that all he focused on was fucking Nat like a bunny in heat and keeping his jaw slack as you used his mouth for your own pleasure.

You could see Nat was getting close and Steve was trying to hold off his own orgasm. You pulled out of Steves mouth and started jerking yourself off.

“Wanna make another mess, baby? You looked at Nat.

“Fucckkyeasshhiiittt” was all she could babble.

“You hear that pretty? Our baby wants to cum again. Can’t get enough of that big fat cock yours. Can’t say I blame her, tho…”

Steve moaned at the praise and quickened his pace again.

“You must be getting pretty close yourself, huh, pretty boy? Gonna fill her up with your cum? Gonna stuff her pretty pussy?”

“Yeah….shit…please” Steve whined.

“Would you like that, baby?” You looked at Nat. “Would you like for steve to bust inside of you? Get you all warm n’ sticky on the inside?

“yeah yeah YES” Nat sat up with the last of her powers and bounced on Steve’s cock with all she had. Her tits bounced with her and eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“M’gonna cum ‘gain”

“Yeah baby gonna cum again? Gonna squirt again for Stevie? Gonna let him shoot his cum inside you and squirt is all over his tummy?

“SHIT” Steve groaned, grabbing Nat’s hips so hard you could see the bruise forming already. He pounded her pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

The shower was filled with moans, screams, whines and groans as Steve shot his load deep in Natasha’s waiting pussy.

You fisted your own cock harder and jerked yourself off as you looked at Nat.

“Come on, baby, cum with me, be a good little slut and make a mess with me on Stevies tummy, huh, baby? Such a dirty little whore aren’t you? Make that tight little pussy squirt one more time, come on.”

Steve was still pounding her through his own orgasm, thick roped of super soldier cum filled her pussy as the fat head of his cock rubbed against her g-spot over and over again.

“CUMMINGGGG” Nat screamed and lifted her hips. She squirted the most she ever had, Steve’s cum swirled with her own, spraying all over his torso.

“Shit, FUCK” you yelled, finally reaching you own peak.

Your cum landed on Steve’s stomach, right along the mixture off his own and Nat’s spent.

Natasha finally presses her palms against Steve's abdomen, signaling she really can't take anymore.

"Stevie, please...too much..." she whined, out of breath.

Steve let out a breathless chuckle and finally slowed down. With his super soldier stamina he literally could have gone all day.

Nat falls onto his chest, not caring about the mess that pooled there. You sat down and scooted closed to Steve, who eagerly let his head fall on you thigh.

There you all were. And giant heap of wet, warm, stickiness.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

Steve looks up at you, “what’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. Just that were even filthier now than when we entered the shower.” You chuckle, “and we didn’t even save water! Our bill is gonna be through the roof.”

They both giggle at your comment. “Honestly I dont think we spent that much water,” Steve says, “I mean, half of it came from Nat.”

You try to suppress it but you cant help bursting out laughing. Nat turns red and attempts to hide your face in the crook of Steve’s neck.

“Shut up…” she mumbled embarrassed.

“I was just kidding baby, you know I love how much you squirt,” Steve reassures her, letting he hand trail up and down her naked spine. “Besides, I think it’s super sexy…”

“You do?” She asks, raising her head up again and looking at you and Steve expectantly.

“Are you kidding? Ofcourse!” You tell her. “Nothing gets me harder, baby! And it’s not like I can blame you…I mean? Our Stevie is hung like a damn horse!”

Now it was Steves turn to blush.

“Alright, alright, enough,” he mumbles “we better clean up before the water turns cold. Can I pull out, sweetheart?”

“Hmm” Nat gave a tired nod and lifted her hips a little.

Steve slowly pulled his now softening cock out of Nat’s messy folds. She hissed a little at the sudden friction and a few leftover drops dribbled out of her pussy.

“There you go, you okay, honey?” Steve checked in.

“Yeah, just getting a little sore now”

“C’mere, beautiful” you gently held her arm and pulled her off Steve, guiding her to sit in between your legs with her back pressed against your chest as you leaned against the tile-covered wall.

“Stevie, can you grab the shower head for me?

Nat’s eyes flicked open and he knees closed instinctively. Making you chuckle.

“No, don’t worry you little perv, im gonna wash your hair”

“Oh…” she relaxed

Steve did as you asked and sat next to you guys with a bottle of shampoo, some shower gels and a loofa.

“You did so good, you know that?” You told her while her fingers massaged her scalp. “You both did.” You added, throwing Steve a wink

While you took a lavish pump of peach scented conditioner, Steve gently cleaned up Nats sensitivity pussy.

When Nat was all done you and Steve helped her up.

“Why don’t you get dried off while me and Stevie get cleaned up, sound good, sweetheart?

“Yeah, sure,” she gave you a sweet smile, “don’t be too long.”

You turned to Steve and grabbed the loofa, lathering his chest with soap, cleaning all the lovely filth off him.

“You are amazing, you know that?”

He smiled at your remark, and pressed a tender kiss against your lips.

A couple minutes later, the pair of you were as clean as it could get, you got out of the shower and saw Nat putting on he fluffy bathrobe. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel and she looked like she just came from a spa.

“You looked mighty relaxed.” Steve said smugly “had a workout?”

“Yeah, did some cardio.” She smiled and pressed her lips to his as she handed him his towel.

You quickly dried off and you and Steve put on a fresh pair of boxers, throwing Nat some panties and one of your shirts.

Before long the three of you were cuddled up in bed.

Nat was in the middle. She was laying mostly on Steve’s chest, but her back was pressed against your side and her leg tangled with one of yours.

You played with Steve’s hair and he hummed contently.

For a little while the three of you the enjoyed each others presence.

“I love you” you broke the silence. “Both of you.”

“We love you too”

“Was I too rough?” You asked, “With either of you?”

“Not with me” Nat promised.

“Stevie?” You looked at him

“No…well…I mean…it’s not really, like…”

“Stevie, you can tell me, okay pretty?

“I love it when you’re rough with my throat, but it got a bit hard to breath because of the shower…”

“Oh, Stevie, I hadn’t thought of that! I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“Yes yes, I’m fine don’t worry! I just thought,…you know for next time.”

“Ofcourse, baby! I’ll remember it, thank you for telling me, okay, Stevie?”

Steve beamed at the praise and Nat pressed a kiss against his cheek, “well done, Stevie”

You all snuggled a little closer together and talked until you fell asleep.

The next morning Steve was the first one to wake up, and, for some inexplicable reason we will never know, he really wanted to go for a jog…

[ashbrat488]

Candy - Chapter 6

Word count: 1089

Cassidy confronts August over lunch...

August glances up at Cassidy as she comes into view where he sits at the small table in the back of the restaurant. He smiles at her as she scowls, removing her yellow peacoat to display curve-hugging jeans and a light blue blouse as she took a seat beside him and lifted the menu in front of her.

Cassidy ignores August in his button-up, his tie loosened around his neck. She ignores how good he looks, as he brings his hand up to smooth his forefinger and thumb over his mustache. She smiles at the waitress as she greets the table. "I'll have the New York Strip."

"12 or 16 oz?" The waitress glances at August as he just sits quietly, waiting for Cassidy to finish.

"16. Medium. And a bottle of the Cabernet." She hands the menu to the waitress as August chuckles.

"Same for me is fine." He hands over his own menu, not taking his eyes off Cassidy as she finally glares back at him. "So? To what do I owe this pleasure?"

She takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm as they were in public. "What do you think you're doing?"

August chuckles, looking around the restaurant as the waitress comes up to them with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He rolls up his sleeves as Cassidy watches the veins on his forearms, getting momentarily distracted as the waitress poured them both some wine. He nodded at her, waiting for her to walk away before looking back at Cassidy. "I don't know what you mean. You invited me here, Ms. Turner. Called me in the middle of the day at work and insisted I buy you lunch."

She huffs, shaking her head before bringing the wine up to her lips. The wine is dry and bitter and she forces herself to swallow it as August smirks at her amused.

"You don't like it?"

She smiles as he takes his own drink, and she forces herself to take another. She made a show of ordering the most expensive bottle, and she was not going to let him win. "It's fine."

"So, doll..." he leans toward her at the table as she swallows hard, the endearment shooting straight through her as she recalled their last time together. "What are we doing here? I can get us a hotel room for the night..."

She scoffs, leaning toward him too. "No! Why did you pay for my school? And my student loans?"

"Did I?" He asks with a flirty smile, cocking his head to the side.

"Fuck you, Walker!" She spits as he grips her wrist, his smile falling as his brows furrowed and his eyes darkened.

"Watch your mouth, doll. You should be saying thank you, August. Don't give me attitude or I'm going to beat it out of you."

She could only nod as he released her, leaning back in his chair. She knew it was a threat and a promise and it was one she wanted him to follow through on. She took a large gulp of the wine, trying to stifle the sour face as she set the glass back on the table and August chuckled. "You know what I mean. Why?"

"Because I could." He responds nonchalantly with a small shrug as she just seethes, becoming angrier. "You could always work it off with me in a hotel room."

"No." She shakes her head with a groan as she feels August rest his hand on her thigh under the table.

"I miss you, doll." He rubs her thigh, moving his hand to her inner thigh, his pinky reaching her pussy as he hears a sharp intake of air. "Don't you miss our time together? Don't you miss the feel of my cock claiming your pussy?"

She feels her face heat, turning red as she leans away from him, shoving his hand away and avoiding the gaze of the waitress as she set their steaks in front of them. When they're alone, Cassidy picks at her plate. "I do what I do because I do it on my own terms. No one else's. You can't manipulate me into doing what you want, August."

"So think of it as a gift then. A bonus. Speaking of..." he brings his hand up, running his fingers gently along her collarbone and up her neck as she trembled slightly, "why aren't you wearing the necklace I bought you?"

"Because," she brings her hand up to her neck where his hand just was, "my boyfriend didn't like me wearing something from a client."

"He knows what you do?" August is surprised at this revelation as he cuts into his steak, taking a large bite.

"Yes. I don't lie about it. He just isn't allowed to know who my clients are. But I keep my relationships neat and clean so that I don't even know who they really are. And you had to go and fuck that up, didn't you?"

August laughs, much to her chagrin, obviously annoyed. "Look, I was surprised as you were. But you're here now and I don't want to sever our relationship."

"Well I do..." she spits, knowing he was about as convinced as she felt, which was not at all.

He nods, letting it go to change the subject. "So, major in economics and minor in art? Why art?"

"Because I like art and you know nothing about me, August." She flags down the waitress, handing over the plate she barely touched. "Can you box this for me, please? Also a slice of your white chocolate cheesecake."

The waitress glances at August as if asking for permission as he only nods, chuckling. He looks back at Cassidy with a grin. "I might not know much about you yet, but I will." He leans toward her, hovering his face inches from hers to really drive the point home. "And I know you miss me. I know you miss our time together. I will have you again."

She shakes her head, not moving from her spot. "Keep dreaming, August Walker." She stands up and pulls on her coat as August watches her accept the bag of food from the waitress.

He sighs, pulling his phone out, and messaging The Contractor.

August: She's on her way back home.

He pulls out his wallet and sets some cash on the table before grabbing his jacket and leaving the restaurant. The lunch didn't exactly go as well as he had hoped. But he knew he was leaving with the knowledge that she still wanted him too. And that was enough for him to work with... for now.

Chapter 7 Candy

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Hi! I love your works and reread them regularly for comfort 🥹. After reading your Luca/Alfie/Tommy fic I wondered what your take is on the relationship between Luca and Alfie. Are they a happy threesome or are Luca and Alfie just in it for Tommy?

Nothing greater to hear than this ❤️ I'm so happy they bring yo comfort. And thank you for your question and for giving me an excuse to ramble (this answer turned out incredibly long, bear with me). So, thoughts, which apparently I had many of:

Luca sees Tommy for the first time, and it's like being hit by a freight train. He's never wanted someone more in his life. And on his end, Tommy can't deny there's a spark. In this scenario, I'm imagining that Tommy and Alfie have had this sort of flirtatious, will-they-won't they-thing going on. Plenty of tension and times in Alfie's office when something's nearly happened, but not quite. But Alfie definitely feels that he's got the bigger claim on Tommy (who belongs to no-one, thank you very much. Which is a lie he can tell himself all he likes). So when Luca comes into the picture, it starts off more as sharing. Every other night with each of them. But perhaps one evening when they're all three in the same place, and there's been some alcohol involved, they somehow end up in bed together. (Whose idea was it? That is up for discussion) And, as it turns out, it's beyond satisfying for all parties involved. Tommy doesn't make it out of bed the next day but that's a price he gladly pays, which says a lot. And after that, it happens more often than not.

At first, Alfie and Luca just begrudgingly accept each other, both reasoning along the lines of fine, he can 'live with it, it's just sex, not like has to spend eons of time with this strange man/fucking wop.' It's a price they're willing to pay for Tommy's satisfaction.

Tommy rolls his eyes at their bickering.

The thing is, slowly, this 'arrangement' evolves to something more than just sex (because Luca is a hopeless romantic, deep down. Which happens to be true for Alfie as well, even if he'd deny it under threat of death). And Tommy is not only completely hooked on the sex, but on all the attention and care during and afterwards (but that's not something he'll admit out loud). So it becomes a regular thing, meetings ending up in various hotel rooms -fancy ones, because Luca and Alfie compete in many things, the fanciness of hotel rooms just being one of them.

Then, at some point, Alfie ups the ante by suggesting they meet at his house -nothing like the advantage of home-court- and is quite surprised when Luca accepts (joke's on him, Luca would accept anything if it involves Tommy). All three deny this is a big step towards... well, something.

They still only barely accept each other, Alfie and Luca. Fine, Alfie will admit that Luca is not entirely repulsive. He can accept sharing a bed with him. And fine, Luca is man enough to admit that Alfie's got a certain rugged attractiveness about him, entirely different from Tommy's, but it's... acceptable.

And then, the 'meetings' start spilling over into the next day. Alfie gets up in the morning to make breakfast, for Tommy obviously, but fine, since Luca is there as well, he can have a cup of tea. And some toast, because the bread's just there, isn't it?

And then Luca, when he buys Tommy flowers, or a work by some poet he knows he likes, picks up a book for Alfie, since he was at the bookstore anyway and doesn't Alfie like that absolutely dreadful Irish author? The book just ends up coming with him on its own accord.

And they do find common ground in the fact that they both care for Tommy, and admittedly don't just want to fuck him. Both want to keep him safe, want him to be happy. And both think he's entirely terrible at taking care of himself, so it's up to them to do it for him.

Perhaps one morning, Alfie wakes up after Luca, which is unusual. And before Tommy, even more unusual. After lounging around in bed for a bit, nose buried in Tommy's hair, listening to his steady breathing and watching those long, dark eyelashes flutter ever so slightly, he gets up, gets dressed and goes downstairs. Surprised to find Luca in his kitchen, cooking breakfast, with a pot of tea already on the table, along with the paper. And Alfie also finds that the sight is... not entirely unpleasant. Mutters something incoherent and goes to pour himself a cup of tea, slumping down on one of the chairs by the kitchen table. Hiding behind the paper. Luca sets down a portion of perfectly scrambled eggs and toast before him. Seats himself across from him by the table, long legs stretched in front of him. Without a second thought puts one of his bare feet up to rest on Alfie's knee. Alfie puts a hand around his ankle. Mutters something again. Perhaps about Tommy still being asleep. Looked so precious he didn't want to wake him up, and besides, he could use the rest. Luca hums in agreement.

And neither of them want to admit that this, whatever this is, definitely goes beyond 'begrudging acceptance'

(I also have this half-formed little idea of something happening to Tommy, landing him In hospital where they need to perform an emergency surgery. Alfie finds out about it and gets there first. Luca comes rushing an hour later, unusually disheveled and with a wild look in his eyes. The fact that Alfie is oddly quiet only scares him further, and as they sit there waiting for any news about Tommy, Luca moves a tiny bit closer until their arms brush. And Alfie might run a finger lightly across his knuckles... Many thoughts are had...)