#I wish I had whatever V said to me at first I remember it being a very good line

[evervigilantnightshade]

The Line - Part One

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, flirting, a bit of light smut. Death and killing on missions. Father of reader's death mentioned. It will get pretty angsty for a bit.

Authors note: I used to write on Tumblr in a different fandom for a long time and then left. Now I'm back under a different name and I hope you like what I have to say.

Y/N couldn’t remember a point in her life that wasn’t geared towards being in the military. It ran in her family, going back generations. Her father was one of the most famous marksmen spoken amongst anyone in service. He was made for combat and dreamed of having a son to follow in his footsteps. 

When his first child was born he held his wife’s hand and admired her strength as she delivered their addition to their family. The first moment he looked into Y/N’s eyes he fell madly in love, no longer caring about succession. All he wanted was happy, healthy children. He was then gifted with 4 more girls. 

As she grew up though Y/N showed vast interest in what her father did. Always asking questions, begging him to teach her how to shoot a gun. She kept herself in shape and made sure to do well in school. 

When she turned 15 she told her father she wanted to join the military when she turned 18. He sat for a while saying nothing and she started to feel a bit anxious. 

“Y/N sweetheart can I ask you why you want to join?” He finally spoke

She paused to think about her answer, wanting to convey exactly how she felt.

“It feels right. I want to do something with my life that matters, I want to feel like I’m a part of something bigger than myself. I see the camaraderie you have with the men in your unit and I want that too. It’s in my blood dad, just like it’s in yours.” 

“You do understand that as a female it will be a long hard journey for you?” 

“If I work hard enough though and I’m a good soldier it shouldn’t matter though right?” 

“Oh sweetheart I wish for you that was true. However, almost all the time all they will see is that you're a girl and deem you less than themselves.” 

“Well I’ll just have to prove them wrong. And besides I won’t be doing it for them.” She said with determination in her voice. 

He sat for a bit longer and then reached over and put his hand on hers. 

“Whatever you need I’ll be there.” He said with a smile. 

“I want to do this on my own though.” She explained. “Not saying I don’t want you to be there for me. I just don’t want to rely on your reputation and the family name. I want to prove to myself and to you that I can do this.”

Her dad understood but was still worried for his daughter. 

She joined up at 18 just like she said she would and despite her determination her father had been right. It was hard for her, and there were times when all she wanted to was give up but that wasn’t in her. So she fought harder, trained longer and pushed herself to limits she didn’t even know she had. She was top of all her classes and was the best shooter on base. 

In fact she was so good that she was asked to join a special program in the UK for top marksmen. Again she pushed herself to the limit but it paid off. Her reputation sored and eventually she was recruited by Captain Price to join his team. The 141 became her brothers in arms and the family she always admired her father for. 

The last time she saw her dad he told her how proud he was of her. She did what she set out to do, all on her own skill and determination. He now felt that the part of him that wanted a successor was fulfilled in ways he could only have dreamed of. 

He died of a heart attack 6 months later and it destroyed Y/N.

Now a year later, Y/N was laying in the mud high above the target zone, the ever vigilant sniper. Ghost was positioned opposite her, giving them both a complete view of any threats that may arise and compromise the mission. 

This year had been rough for the 141. They had been chasing the same target that seemed to elude them no matter what they did. The target was a man named Bako, a once low-level member of a drug empire now turned kingpin. Using violence and betrayal he has taken out anyone or anything that has been in his way. He has plagued the team for far too long and has become an increasingly dangerous threat. 

After all the escapes, near misses and wrong information the team finally got confirmation that he would be here, at this warehouse, meeting with his high-level partners. The plan was to bring the building down on top of them all, ending this once and for all. 

Soap, Gaz and Captain Price were currently approaching the target area quietly in a small boat. Y/N watched through her scope as the three men climbed out of the boat and made their way quietly across a small patch of grass that separated the water from the warehouse. The first thing she noticed is that Price had switched out his usual bucket hat for a baseball cap. Y/N’s core clenched, remembering a deal they had made a few months back.

They had been on a hard mission that had kept them away from the base for three months. After they all had showered, slept, and decompressed Soap was convinced they all needed a good old fashion BBQ to let off some steam. Kate agreed so her wife and her decided to host at their place.

Ghost and Soap were sitting at the picnic table while Y/N sat on a chair in the sun, wearing a pair of shorts and a v neck white t-shirt, trying to get some colour on her unusually pale legs. Beside her Gaz was going on about a girl he had invited that he was excited about. Granted he had only spent one drunken night with her before their last deployment. 

“She’s smoking hot Y/N, and smart.” 

Y/N glanced up over at him, shielding her eyes from the sun despite wearing sunglasses. 

“And you're sure about this one? Cause the last girl you were seeing went a bit crazy when you had to leave on missions. She called the Mexican embassy trying to find you. We weren’t even in Mexico.” Y/N reminded him

“Or what about the girl who was convinced you were sleeping with Bells and then tried to pull her hair out at the bar?” Soap chimed in and Y/N reached up and rubbed the side of her head.

“Took me by surprise. She was lucky I wasn’t armed.” 

“Yeah or that one…” Ghost started but Kyle interrupted him. 

“This one is different. I have a good feeling about her.” He smiled at them and Y/N felt a bit bad for him. 

“I’m sure she’s lovely Gaz.” 

He nodded at her looking proud. She chuckled thinking about the ways Ghost would intimidate her without even trying. 

“Ahhh good times” she mumbled and was about to take a swig of her beer when she froze the bottle half way to her lips. 

Price had just walked in wearing form fitting jeans, a slightly tight, black shirt and an army green baseball hat. He looked fucking amazing. Y/N bit her bottom lip and shook her head. 

Beside her Gaz waved his hand in front of her face and she looked up to see him, Ghost and Soap all looking at her, grinning.

“You ok there Bells?” Ghost grunted smugly.

“Fuck off” Y/N said with a grin despite being slightly embarrassed at getting caught drooling over their Captain. “And in this moment, if you're going to use my call sign, use the whole thing, dickhead.”

“Apologies Belladonna” Ghost said and then raised his beer which Y/N reciprocated. 

She took a long sip of her beer to wash down the heat that was creeping up her neck as well as creeping downwards. 

After putting his beer in the cooler, Price grabbed one and headed over to the group and nodded at them hello. Everyone either nodded back or mumbled a hello. 

“You four are unusually quiet.” Price said reaching over and using the picnic table to pop the cap off his beer. 

“We were just asking Bells…” Soap started but Y/N interrupted. 

“We were actually just talking about the new girl Gaz invited to the BBQ.” 

“You invited a girl here?” Price said and then chuckled. “Is this one, mentally stable at least?” 

Y/N got up, deciding to grab another beer, making a point to walk by Soap and smack him on the back of the head causing Ghost’s shoulders to shake while he silently chuckled. 

Price glanced over at Y/N while Gaz started telling him about his new girl. 

He almost fully turned around to watch as she bent over to grab her beer out of the cooler but then stopped himself. 

“Damn those are some dangerous shorts” He thought to himself and felt his jeans becoming a little tighter. 

He turned back at Gaz who was just staring at him. 

“Jesus Christ, the two of you.” Gaz shook his head and then walked over to talk to Kate. 

Price went over and sat at the picnic table. 

“What’s he on about now?” Price asked and Soap and Ghost exchanged glances. 

“No clue sir.” Ghost said, not wanting to be the one to point out the obvious.

The conversation naturally flowed then into football and the comment was forgotten. About an hour that consisted of chit chat and laughs, Kyle’s new girl showed up with a friend. 

Immediately Y/N got a bad feeling about them. 

Nancy was perfectly manicured, with her makeup and hair done up a bit much for a backyard BBQ. She had on a pair of white capris with a blue sleeveless blouse and wedges. Her friend looked like a copy and paste version of her. 

“Hey everyone,” Gaz announced to the group. “This is Nancy and her friend Becca.” 

For an awkward moment, no one said anything or made a move to introduce themselves to the girls. It was Kate that broke the silence and walked over. 

“Nice to meet you two. I’m Kate. Kyle has told us all so much about you Nancy.” 

“Awe he’s just the best isn’t he?” Nancy said, grabbing on to Gaz’s arm. 

“We certainly think so.” Kate said with a forced smile. “Do you girls want a drink? We have beer in the cooler.” She gestured over to the cooler on the deck. 

“Oh we don’t actually drink beer.” Becca said with her nose scrunched up. 

“Yeah we are wine girlies.” Nancy said in a playful tone.

“Um ok, yeah we have some wine in the house. Do you prefer white or red?” Kate asked. 

“Definitely white.” Nancy said looking over at Becca who nodded. “Yeah we’ll take white.” 

Beside Y/N she heard Ghost mumble “Gods give me strength.” Which caused her to smile. 

She then looked over at Price who was looking at her with a grin on his face and she grinned back. 

“You better go introduce yourself Cap. You are the leader of the team after all.” Y/N teased and he cocked his head at her with an amused look on his face. 

“Only if you come with me.” He retorted and Y/N laughed 

“You’d have a better chance of convincing Ghost to join you.” 

“Don’t even ask sir.” Ghost said, getting up and walking in the opposite direction of the girls just to be sure.

“Go on then.” Y/N sighed and stood up motioning at the girls.

Price stood up and then smacked Soap lightly on the shoulder. 

“You too Soap.”

He groaned but stood up reluctantly.  

“Play nice you two.” He warned and they made their way over to where they were standing.

Gaz’s face lit up seeing them approach.

“Nancy, this is my Captain.” He said proudly. 

Price smiled back and then extended his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh Captain! That’s a fancy title.” Nancy said and then placed her hand in Price’s facing downward as if expecting him to kiss the back of her hand.

Instead he awkwardly shook her hand while holding on to the ends of her fingers.

“Call me John.” 

“And this is Johnny and Y/N.” Gaz said motioning to where her and Soap were standing.

Nancy looked over at them and then stuck her hand out the same way to Soap, while completely ignoring Y/N

“So many handsome men on your team.” Nancy said while looking over at Becca who was shaking Price’s hand.

“I agree.” Becca said with a smile. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and then turned around without saying a word, walking over to Ghost.

“How was that?” He asked and she just knew he was grinning under his black surgical mask.

“When Gaz makes his way over to you for introductions, and he will, do me a favour and scare them enough so they leave yeah?” 

Ghost chuckled beside her.

“You a bit jealous there Bells?” 

Y/N looked over at Becca who was currently squeezing Soap's bicep.She watched as Price took a slight step back to avoid the same treatment. 

“Got no reason to be.” She said with a satisfied smirk. 

“Because you’re pretty confident those girls aren’t Price’s cup of tea?” 

“Why would that matter to me? He’s a single man who is extremely good looking, and has a nice… everything.” She let out a sign at the last word causing Ghost to audibly laugh. 

“Oh love you got it bad.” But then his voice turned serious.  “Hope you know what you’re doing.” He said cautiously. 

“What does that mean?” She said a slight frown forming on her face.

“Just don’t want ya to get hurt is all.” He said with a shrug.

She took a second to swallow the lump in her throat and then plastered on a fake smile.

“Hey you know what I always say. Can't get hurt if you don’t catch feelings.”

“So it’s purely physical then?” He asked, turning now to face her.

“Of course.” She replied but they both knew she was lying. 

“Y/N…” he started but he was interrupted by Gaz calling out to him.

“Well, it looks like it’s your turn.” she said relieved as she slowly turned and started making her way over to Kate. 

“Don’t you fucking leave me.” Ghost hissed 

“Sorry I think Kate’s calling me, I think she needs help with the grill.” Y/N called over her shoulder and then laughed. 

“You know there are people out there who are scared of me.” He called out after her

“And I’m not one of them!” She called back.

Y/N watched out of the corner of her eye as Nancy and Becca were introduced to Ghost and he made no movement to reach out and take their limp hands. 

When they started grilling him about his surgical mask he stayed silent but when Becca reached over and squeezed his arm, telling how beautiful his eyes were, it was his breaking point and he turned and walked away without a word. Y/N heard Gaz say something about Ghost being shy and Becca giggled.

“I guess we’ll just have to break him out of his shell.” She said in a high pitched voice.

“Ok food is ready!” Kate called out 

Y/N was disappointed because she really wanted to see Becca try. 

They all sat down and ate the amazing food, constantly complimenting Kate and her wife saying it was one of the best meals they had had in a long time. 

After eating everyone was lounging around patting their full bellies. Price was sitting behind Y/N in one of the chairs smoking a cigar and talking to Kate. 

Becca and Nancy approached Y/N who was currently tidying up the picnic table. 

“Hey, you’ve been avoiding us.” Nancy said slurring slightly while pointing her finger at Y/N 

“Have I?” Y/N said, mocking her playful tone.

“You have, but that’s ok. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends eventually. Now we wanted to ask which one of these guys do you belong to?” 

Behind them Price and Kate halted their conversation to pay attention to what was happening now in front of them.

“I don’t belong to anyone.” Y/N answered with gritted teeth.

“Oh don’t be like that, you know what I mean. Which one is yours? We don’t want to be stepping on any toes here. We’re trying to find a match for Becca.” 

“I figured that much.” Y/N replied tensely.

“Yeah, being a soldier's wife would be so cool! And like they’re never home but you get all this respect for serving your country. How great is that?!” 

Y/N was about to tear into her but she felt a hand grab hers. 

“Watch it love. We wouldn’t want to ruin Laswell’s lovely BBQ would we?” Price whispered in her ear and closed her eyes, suddenly very aware of how close he was. 

She clenched her jaw when he let go of her hand and went back over towards Laswell, but remained within grabbing distance. 

“Oh perfect, you’re with the old man! He wasn’t even on our list of candidates!” Nancy said excitedly. 

“Not on your list?” Y/N said, her voice slightly raised “He should be on the top of that list!” 

“I mean we totally get it, for you he is but he’s just like not our type.” Nancy replied and Becca nodded.

“Oh but he’s a Captain! You must have amazing benefits! Especially like that death one.” Becca started and Y/N lunged. 

Before she could reach the girls though an arm wrapped around her waist and picked her up dragging her towards the house. Behind her she could hear Nancy and Becca still talking.

“What’s her deal?” 

“No clue, let’s go talk to that scary one again. I bet he’s hot under that mask.” 

She was struggling to get back out to the yard when Price finally put her down in the kitchen. 

“Let me go back out there. I promise not to kill them.” Y/N said while pacing the kitchen, Price was now blocking her only way out. “Just maim them a bit.”

“Hmmm” Price grunted, standing with his arms crossed in that way that Y/N loved. His fingers tucked under his arms, his thumbs pointed up and his hips jutting out. But she didn’t notice, she was too mad. 

“Death benefits! Death benefits. She’s talking about fucking death benefits like it’s the lottery.” Y/N went off still pacing. “They’re just out there looking to sucker one of you into marrying them so they can get your fucking benefits.” 

“Not me.” Price said amused. “I’m not on their list” 

“Yeah that’s another thing, not on their list. How can they look at you and not want you?” 

“Well,” Price said,walking over to Y/N and standing in front of her causing her to stop pacing. “I’m on your list and that’s all that matters to me.” 

Y/N blushed and then smiled slyly.

“And am I on yours?” 

He started slowly walking towards her and she was taking small steps backwards until she was against the kitchen sink. He leaned over and put his left hand on the counter beside her. 

“You are the whole list.” he said quietly and then grabbed the bottom hem of her shorts, his knuckles brushing against the skin of her thigh. “Especially in these.” 

Y/N felt her skin tingle and heat up but also felt a nervousness in her chest. They had never been this close to stepping over the line that separated play and real. Ghost’s words echoed in her mind “Don’t want you to get hurt.” A slight frown formed on her lips and immediately Price started to back up. 

“Sorry, that was too…”  He started but Y/N grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

He looked down at her lips and then further down before looking back into her eyes. 

“Are you sure this is what  you want? Because we have been playing this game for quite a while and once we cross that line I don’t think I could ever go back.” 

He moved his knee in between her legs and she let out a soft moan as she rocked her hips forward against it. 

“Does that answer your question?” She asked, flattening her hand on his chest and slowly moving it downward. 

“God woman.” He hissed and was about to slam his lips down onto hers when they heard Gaz calling out his name. 

“Fuck.” Y/N cried out and slipped out from in front of Price who moved forward, pretending to be doing dishes. 

Gaz walked into the kitchen and looked at the two of them confused. 

“What’s going on?” He asked looking over at Price who wouldn’t turn around. 

“Nothing, we’re not doing anything?” Y/N replied quickly 

“Dishes” Price added behind her. 

“Yeah dishes. We’re doing dishes.” She then picked up a dish towel to sell the story. 

“Ok… well Nancy came up to me and said that you were acting weird and looked like you were mad at her.” 

“Right, that.” Y/N sighed, relaxing slightly. “Gaz I want you to look at me and listen to what I’m saying alright? Hard no on Nancy.”

“What? But..” He sputtered but Y/N grabbed him by the shoulders. 

“Gaz she was talking about death benefits and how you’ll never be around. She may be nice looking on the outside but on the inside she is ugly.” 

Gaz sighed and then looked out towards the backyard. 

“Could I just enjoy the outside for a bit before I send her packing?” 

“NO!”  Y/N and Price said in unison. 

“Fine. I’ll get her out of here.” His head fell and he made his way back outside. 

Price stepped away from the sink and Y/N handed him the dish towel to dry his hands. She stood still facing away from him, her hands on her hips with her head down. 

“We should get back out there.” She sighed and then looked up at the ceiling. 

Behind her even though she couldn’t see him, Price nodded. 

They were silent for a moment and Y/N felt his hand rest lightly on her hips and leaned over to whisper in her ear. 

“Wear those shorts again for me sometime?” 

“John,” She said quietly and he pushed his hips into her with a moan, hearing her say his name. “You wear that hat again and you’ll see me in a lot less.” 

He groaned and nipped at her ear. They stood there for a minute and then John reluctantly let her go. 

“Ok we really need to go out back.” She said turning around to see John trying to adjust himself. 

“You go, I'm going to need a few minutes here.” 

After that they got busy at work with missions, training, paperwork and stakeouts that took over their lives and they hadn’t had a chance to be alone once. John went back into Captain mode and it was starting to feel like the BBQ was just a fever dream Y/N had. She spent many nights thinking about that moment and what could have come next. It was driving her to the point of insanity.  

But now, seeing John in that hat, she knew that he was suffering just as much as she was. 

“I guess a deal is a deal, Cap.” Y/N said into the coms quietly. 

Price looked up at her direction, smirked, nodded and gave her a quick wink causing her core to clench.

“Eyes on the prize here folks.” Ghost said in the coms. ”I want to get this over and done with.” 

“Roger that.” The rest of the team replied. 

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Alright let me know what you think. I live off feedback. Should I continue? This is my first fic up so I’m going to need a little encouragement to start posting again.

[hugoweavingbaskets]

Had a date at my place last night and I made it clear several times beforehand that I was going to need a lot of time to warm up to anything sexual and probably not anything on the first date

He got to my place at EIGHT O CLOCK AT NIGHT and I made him a drink and we settled in on the couch to chat. He seemed nice and there were moments of us connecting but it was clear to me that this wasn’t going to go anywhere since we didn’t have much in common. At around 9 (wait omg it just occurred to me that we had only been chatting for an hour?!?! It felt like it was 2 or 3???) the conversation had slowed considerably and he turned to me

Him: “so how do you want to get this started?”

Me: “what do you mean”

Him: “you know… having some fun 😉😏”

Me: just completely silent for like five minutes trying to formulate an answer and also contemplating if I wanted to do anything. He was pretty cute and I am trying to be open to the idea of casual relationships but I realized that it wasn’t going to ever be something I could just plan ahead of time

Him: “so like… what do you want to do first”

Me: just STARING at my cup of water “I’m not sure I’m ready for anything”

Him: “it’s okay we can do it next time”

Me: oh yeah okay we’re never meeting again

There’s no moral to this haha just that dating is hard and I am picky and also not the type of a large segment of people so my options are limited and it is a little demoralizing 😋 but we stay silly :3

[localkiss]

Screaming for attention!

manipulative brothers best friend re4!leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!! Mentions of past grooming by leon, age gap(~8 yrs), manipulation, guilt, dirty talk, p in v, afab reader, noncon creampie, slight anal/talks of anal, codependency, slapping, daddy kink, pet names, depressed thoughts in the beginning, chubby/thicker reader, manhandling, praise kink, degradation kink, talks of pregnancy (just a bit), oral (f receiving), virginity talk, controlling leon, obsessed leon, slight size kink if u squint!

note: hhh... read the warning lol before you comment. I was going to put more of leon being so fucking weird but erm, decided not to. not proof read btw!! but i do want to say i am a victim of SA and i used to heavily think about him and wished that he went further. lol idc what people say, i still struggle thinking like that, but ik it's wrong. so yes that's what this fic is loosely based on -_-

wc: 3.1k! tags: @rigorwhoring, @argreion, @xoxostarlet, @fairry1 bc I love u all :33!

Maybe it's for the best. No more surprises. This is nothing new. All you can hear is deafening silence, swallowing you up in a warm cocoon, suffocating you like a million years of guilt and thousands of weights on your throat and chest. 

You can't help but wish he had done more. Maybe he would've if he could see your thoughts. Maybe he would've stayed.

But those sleeping pills really did a number on your body. You tried to overdose on everything you could, even your antidepressants. Yeah, it was dumb. But it was all just killing you from the inside anyway. 

All you can do now is just sob violently into your pillows. Claw at the sheets and at your scalp, so pathetically. No wonder he chose you. So fucking easy to manipulate, to knead into someone he can use. No wonder he said he only loved you like a friend after he finally got caught in the act.

Whatever it was that he said, you can't remember exactly. You just tuned him out. White noise oozing into your eardrums like water does when you stand underneath the showerhead. He didn't apologize. Didn't explain. Didn't even try to. All you did was cry and plead for him to stay. 

"Please don't leave me, Leon. Please, I can't live without you! I love you! Please!" You sobbed into the phone because, yeah, he broke up with you over text. It's not like you guys were even in a relationship. The age gap was too big and illegal to even be considered a real relationship. 

You knew he was so much older than you. Liked it. Knew it was wrong, yet went forward with it. He should've stopped it. Should've. But he didn't, though. 

You still love him deep down in your heart. He was your first love. First 'boyfriend'. First person to grope your body. You asked for a kiss, and he pressed his chapped lips against your forehead. He asked you for ass pictures, and you gladly sent them. Giggling happily whenever he complimented you and your body.

He's still your ideal type. A cuddly, tall, muscular brunette. 

You wish you could stop yourself from comparing every guy to him or hoping they won't end up like him. Using you and throwing you away as soon as they got what they wanted. 

But, now that you're legal, he reached out to you. Said some nonsense to try and get back into your heart. You didn't even care what he said. Just wanted to feel alive, to feel loved, and to be loved again. Even if it meant being loved by your abuser, you would let him drag you through hell and back if it meant he would love you like he did in the past. If it meant you could feel happy, free, and weightless again, you would march into hell with him.  

As messed up as you are, you would do anything to make him stay. So that you can feel full again. Happy again.

"Wish you would've taken all of my firsts," you pouted as he pulled away from your lips. Swollen and red, so pretty.  

Leon grinned and raised an eyebrow at your statement. "Really, baby girl? Damn," he bites on his lower lip, and his thumb brushes across the apples of your cheeks. 

Taking in the way you look different but still the same as you were years ago, just a bit fuller in your hips, thighs, and stomach, he remembers when he gripped your thigh with both of his hands. Couldn't even manage to grab ahold of all of the fat. A few inches away from completely grabbing your thigh with both hands. 

Now, he probably couldn't even make it so that there were a few inches between his hands; it would be a bit of a distance. That's how much you've grown width-wise. Length wise, you haven't really grown much. 

"Yeah, daddy," you preen under his attention, shifting your weight from your heels to your toes, and back down flat on the floor. "I mean it." 

He lets out a soft chuckle, and his calloused hands softly grab onto your shoulders, rubbing small circles into the fabric of your shirt. "Wish I could've taken all of your first too, baby. I know I would've made it all special for you. For my special girl." Leon coos, his head dipping down to lick into your mouth.

Hot spit trickles down the back of your throat and onto your chin. Making you squeeze your doughy thighs together, moaning as his hands squeeze down to your ass. Pressing you up against his built body. His hard-on throbbing against the confines of his skinny jeans, onto your soft, pudgy tummy.

He groans as you tug at the hair on the back of his head. Pulling back and squishing your cheeks together, and then tapping your face as you try to press your lips on his. His blue eyes darken as you moan when his hand makes contact with your face. 

"Fuck," he grips onto your chin, forcing your mouth open to let a wad of spit hit the edge of your tongue, letting it slide down into your tummy. "Daddy knew you'd like that. I've got a slutty little princess, huh?" 

It's a rhetorical question, but you answer with a few quick nods.

"Yeah, daddy, I'm your slutty little princess." Always so quick to repeat what he said. What he drilled into your brain years ago obviously holds up. You still want to make him happy, even if he ruined you for anyone else. Ruined you for life.

The corners of his lips quirk upwards, his hands giving your ass a quick squeeze before he pushes you down into the bed. He climbs on top of you like a hungry animal, licking his lips at the sight of his prey.

A whine escapes from your throat at the sight. He's gotten even more attractive and bigger, and it's making your brain all mushy. Shooting directly down to your core, feeling it gush out slick onto the gussets of your panties. 

You lick your lips and wrap your legs around his hips. "Please, Leon." 

He lets out a low growl, his veiny forearms coming up by the sides of your head. Firmly planting them on the mattress as he rocks his hips into yours. His bangs fall into your face as he teasingly grazes his lips against yours. Panting hotly against your lips. 

"Relax, baby," is all he says before he moves his mouth, making a wet trail from the corner of your lips down to your jawline. 

"Let me love you." Leon murmurs into your skin as he sucks a hickey underneath your ear, making you gasp and squirm beneath him. 

You become pliable, easy to bend, and easy to please. Brain too foggy to clearly think straight. Leon's marking up your neck like you'll try to run away from him. It's like you're his property now. God, you've always been his, ever since that fateful day, right?

Just a few words, and he can do whatever he wants with your body. Maybe one day you'll let him take your first time with your other hole. Who knows. 

"So pretty, fuck," his tongue dips between the valley of your breasts, hands grasping at your shirt to push it up, exposing you to his hungry eyes. His knee slots between your thighs, making you squeak and squeeze his leg involuntarily. Pressing your tits together to swipe his tongue across your perky nipples. 

Bathing your tits in his spit, he suckles on them like a madman. Enjoying the way you mewl and gasp, using his teeth to draw out more noises from you. Obsessed with every single part of you, even the not-so-pretty parts. He has you mapped out in his mind, his sweet, supple princess. 

"Has anyone ever eaten you out?" Kissing your areolas, soothing the small bite marks he left. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, brows furrowed in concentration. He's doting on you like it's the last time he'll ever see you again. 

"No," you say, pressing your lips together in a flat line. Feeling your stomach tighten up with butterflies and hints of nausea. 

Leon likes that. So much so that he smiles into your stomach, softly gnawing on the pudge around your belly button, earning some soft squeals and pats to try and push him away. He wants to make you crumble under him, submit to him, and never leave. Never want another man. Always comparing someone to him, wishing they did it like him. He wants to plague your mind and control you from the inside out. 

He wants to tie you up in his bedroom and never let you leave. Live your own life? No. Leon wants to drill it into your brain and body that he owns you, no thoughts about anything else but him and his body. 

He pulls down your shorts and panties in one go, watching the string of your arousal stick to the gussets of your panties. His large hands pry open your legs, pushing them up to your chest and holding them down with his weight. 

"Remember this," he spits onto your pussy, watching it swim down to your holes. Squeezing your legs when you squirm a little too much for his taste, deciding to spit once more to make sure you'll have his DNA in you for the next couple of days. 

Pressing chaste kisses on your clit because he knows it'll make your mind go all fuzzy and only think of Leon, Leon, Leon. And how good he's making you feel. Nobody else but him.

He dips his tongue between your folds and begins to languidly make out with it. Thrusting his tongue and swirling it upwards as his upper lip continues to make contact with your clit. Drawing out all sorts of pathetically cute noises from you. 

Wishing he was recording this so he could show it to his friends and brag about how he has molded you to be his perfect girl. You're not a woman until he fucks a baby into you. 

"You like that?" He suckles on your clit and gently bites down on it. Watching the way your face crinkles up and how you squeeze your eyes shut. Everything you do amuses him. 

"Daddy, mmh... god, yes!" You grasp the sheets as you feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen. Toes curling as Leon fucks his tongue into your drippy hole. 

He shakes his head, pressing his nose into your sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to get you to cum quickly. 

Your hands desperately try to reach for Leon for comfort as you stumble into an orgasm. "Daddy... Mmphh—fuck!" 

Legs kicking out and vibrating as he coaxes you through your orgasm. Slowly swiping his tongue through your folds to slurp up all of your cum, he presses soft kisses all around your pussy. "Such a good girl," he sighs. 

Leon spreads your legs, kissing his way up to your face. He licks his way into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue and gulp down some of his saliva. "So easy." He puts his hand on your neck, lightly applying pressure as he goes back in for more kisses. Make sure you never leave this cloudy state of mind, so he can do whatever he pleases with you. 

"Maybe I can even eat you out here," he says, letting his hand wander down to your asshole and lightly tracing the rim of it. Feeling you tense up brings a sly smile to his face. "No? Okay. Maybe next time." He chuckles and pulls back to unbuckle his jeans. 

Slowly undoing his belt and putting it next to you on the bed. Unzipping his fly as he makes direct eye contact with you the entire time. He makes you gulp nervously as he finally pushes his jeans down his muscular thighs.

Your eyes immediately jump to his hard-on. How does he even keep that thing in there? It's begging to be freed, and quite frankly, you want to run away out of nerves, not believing his cock can even fit inside of you! What the fuck did Leon even eat for it to even have grown that big and thick?

Leon sees the cogwheels turning in your head as he steps out of his pants. With each step he takes, it bounces against the slightly stained, striped fabric. "Baby, don't be so nervous. It'll be alright." His voice is soothing and convincing, almost hypnotic in the way it makes your body buzz and your mind go blank. 

It is a bit terrifying to think about the effect he honestly has on you, your mind, body, and soul. 

"Are you on the pill?" He asks, although he already knows the answer. 

"No, I'm not." You mumble shyly. Embarrassed to not be on some sort of birth control.

Leon reaches down for his wallet and pulls out a condom. "Good thing I always come prepared, huh?" Chuckles as he pulls down his briefs, stepping out of them as he tears open the condom packaging. He slipped it on his drippy and flushed tip, sliding all the way down to the base. 

Slowly kneeling on the bed to lead his dick to your hole. Sliding through your folds to gather more fluids to make the first push easier on you. 

"Ready?" He grunts as he teases you by tapping himself on your swollen clit. 

"Uhuh, 'm ready," you whine as he slowly eases himself into your pussy. 

Moaning as you helplessly flutter and tighten around his shaft. Watching your face carefully as you scrunch and tense up. Stopping halfway and grabbing ahold of your hand, his other one grips the fat of your hip so tight it'll leave a bruise the next day. 

"Almost there, baby girl, doing so well for me," he presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he drives more of himself deep inside of you.

You look down at your stomach and tighten around him as you notice the bulge from his cock being so big and deep inside of you. His tip is brushing against the opening of your womb.

"Nnh, Leon, too big," you gasp as he rolls his hips against yours. Legs squeezing against his waist as he slowly starts to thrust shallowly.

"Baby, relax. Can barely pull out of you," Leon rasps in your ear, sending chills down your spine as you try to force yourself to relax around him. 

"Mnmph, sorry, Daddy. Please—" you pout, squeezing his hand tightly. Trying to signal for him to start pounding your needy cunt already.

He nibbles on your earlobe, slowly shifting his hips to thrust in and out of you properly. Soft plap, plap, plap, of his body hitting yours, making sure that he hits your g-spot. 

You swallow a whine as he lets go of your hip to lazily rub his thumb on your swollen little button. Hearing the way your breath hitches and seeing the slight curve in your spine makes all his administrations worth it. Slowly speeding up his movements as he squeezes your hand, groaning low in his throat when you clench around him tightly like a vice. 

"Tight cunt all f'me," he thrusts harder and harder, making it difficult to keep quiet. Soft punched-out cries leave your lips alongside Daddy, Daddy, Daddy's. "Fuck, daddy's gonna make you cum so hard around his cock, might even make you scream." 

Leon slowly pushes your legs up, putting you into a mating press as he drives himself deeper into you. Fucking into your womb, which craves his thick cum. Ecstatic with the idea of 'accidentally' slipping the condom off and cumming deep in your womb. Get you pregnant and finally be his woman. 

"God, wanna get you pregnant so bad, baby," he pants, bangs falling into your face with each harsh thrust. "Would take care of you and the baby. Mmhh shit—would suck the milk outta your fat leaky tits." 

Drools into your mouth as he kisses you with fervor, teeth clashing as his dick continues to fill up your sloppy pussy. 

"Leon, please, 'm so close," you hiccup as he vigorously rubs your clit in tight circles. Your legs brush up against his head as you feel that familiar warm coil in your stomach. 

"Cum for me princess." Leon's eyes darken; pupil's swallowing up his iris as he watches you unfold before him. Because of him. 

Your body tenses up and convulses with each swipe of his thumb on your sensitive nerves. Letting out a silent scream, your eyes close tightly as you try to hold onto Leon as best as you can, feeling his hot breath on your kissed, swollen lips. His fat cock is hitting all the right spots, almost painfully good as he fucks you deeply. Constantly pressing up against your womb, making your toes curl. 

Slowly rutting through your orgasm, he feels his own start to creep up on him. "Fuck, hold on, baby. Gonna pull out for a sec," he pants, pulls out of your heat, and discreetly pulls off the condom, letting it fall on his jeans. 

He quickly puts it back in before you can notice, giving you a spine-chilling smile. Giving you a few pecks on your lips and on your forehead as he uses you like a fleshlight now. 

Letting out soft whimpers and moans, he puts his head on your shoulder. The sounds of sex are his favorite sounds. Your crying is his favorite sound in the entire world. Nothing can top you crying out for him while moaning like a total slut. 

"So fucking hot, Jesus Christ," he groans, hips rabbiting into your pussy. Your insides are so warm and so wet, he feels like it's the first time he's going raw ever. Orgasm on the fence with each thrust. That and you're making all these noises, it's hard for him to concentrate on not cumming so fast. 

"G'nna cum, babe, holy fuck—" He lifts his head off of your shoulder and kisses you feverishly, spitting deep into your throat. Putting his forehead on yours, his nose touches yours as he grunts, pumping his cum into your pussy. Sticky white ropes straight into your womb. 

Panting and whimpering as his cock slowly ruts into your messy cunt. "Fuck... So good," he chuckles lightheartedly. 

Your pussy quivers around his shaft as it softens up. It feels so hot and sticky, and your mind is too fuzzy to even process that he came inside. A dumbfounded smile plastered on your flushed pink face makes his heart swell up. 

"Such a good girl. My good girl, right?" Leon nuzzles his nose against yours. Driving the fact that you'll always be his. Even if you move across the country, he'll always follow. Always in your shadow. 

"Uhuh," you respond shyly, giggling at the affection he's giving you. His eyes soften up, and you take in his face. The light stubble, small acne scars, and the way his hair is fading from dirty blonde to brown. "always, daddy." 

[sukunasun]

how would gojo treat his partner/wife?

gojo doesn't really do the whole boyfriend thing very well, not for lack of trying but he's made it very clear. or as clear as "i've never had a girlfriend" can be. which pretty much explains everything.

there are late-night meetups and month-long breaks in between. maybe a gift or two when he's trying to make up for something, it's the only way he knows how to apologize. the latest being cartier bracelets tucked in a red bag, one he holds up to your face eagerly wishing that you'd just forget he's so flawed, in no way ready for commitment, or to talk about it. "i'm sorry, it's just really complicated," he'll sigh. nothing holds gojo down you think. he comes and goes as he pleases. always growing, changing, keeping the end of the world from happening all in plain sight while you move on with a life filled with mundane things he’s probably got no time or reason to care about.

it feels a lot like loving a god sometimes, how he's just that bit out of touch, and...impossible. one who’s desperately trying to be human. with so much fear in his shaking hands and bated breaths, with his lip tucked between teeth, holding back the words he shall never utter, 'don't leave, don't look at me, don't touch me where it hurts.’ gojo treats you—at least initially—like he would anyone else. like he’s learning to love for the first time.

backdraft or whatever they call it. opening a door to a burning house, a fire that bursts and screams at the first rush of oxygen. he wants you to step inside and manage these tempers, seething and roiling resentment, a roof that falls in on itself. 

all this and he's yet to tell you how he really feels about you, however, every once in a while, he does make the effort to call.

“hey it's me,” he says the moment you answer because who else would it be at this hour...does that thing with his voice that's so effortless. warm, and inviting. seductive really. ringing through right as the snow outside begins to frost over wilting leaves.

“sorry, don’t think i know who this is,” you reply, adding a playful lilt to the end of it. there’s a low chuckle in return, then the rustling of sheets, it’s enough to paint you a picture of him in bed. a very large bed from what you remembered, but the last time you’d stopped by his place, there'd been no need for accurate measurements, thread counts, and whether or not he’d gone with sustainable options. in fact, there was no need for talking at all, only muffled moans into the crook of your neck, a whining plea here or there. gojo likes to grit through his teeth, pausing before every first thrust, a savourer is he.

speaking of which, he asks, “how’d you like a reminder?”

you weigh things out, tucking your phone between ear and shoulder. "it's a tempting offer...but i'm starting to feel a little used here," you say. this is just a check-in point for him. just so he knows he still can have his fill of you and...whatever it is you bring to the table, he hasn't actually told you.

'it's the sex' your brain reminds you—all the multiple orgasms in under an hour–type sex, in an onsen, over a balcony, backshots and binding you to fancy rig, will accept a blowjob only if you want to, eager to please, so willing to learn—no, that's not true, the both of you are so much more than that. you talk about very important things like the news and whats good on tv right now. just as long as it doesn't have anything to do with his past or his future or what exactly is the state of this relationship...so it's definitely the sex.

"i thought that's what you wanted, weren't you screaming it at the top of your lungs that night?" for effect, he acts it out for you, "oh use me, do whatever you like," he doesn't try to pitch his voice higher, which makes it all the more embarrassing when hearing your own words said back to you with such impassiveness, such tease. who you were during the throes of passion is not the same person outside of it. to think he'd been a virgin when he met you.

"that selective memory of yours never ceases to amaze me," you can't help the smile that widens on your face.

he smiles too, despite not being able to see it, you know it's there. "well im a very selective man, i don't just ask anyone on a date." you roll your eyes at that. oh how you should feel so lucky. most times he chooses the place because gojo likes what he likes and your recommendations end up getting shot down or made fun of anyways.

you'd say the best part is that he shows up every time. something about how he detests people who flake on him. which is surprising because if anyone were to be tardy and forgetful, it'd be the man who's maybe a bit too blase about anything that doesn't hold his interest for long. that includes when and where his missions are, a flailing hand brushing off any bit of urgency or seriousness. picks and chooses the things he finds worthy of his efforts, his overly exaggerated bouts of emotion—"you wanna go sit by a lake and talk?" people often say he talks too much, besides didn't he just get off the phone with you hours ago.

"we're bonding, there's a difference," you defend, putting your foot down on the matter. if it'd been months earlier, you wouldn't have thought to stand your ground, and maybe a part of you would have been anxious over his reaction but gojo only gives you a pout. shiny, moistened lips giving it away, he's not coming out of this one without a fight and he's annoyed about it. reluctant.

so he'll make an exception, "fine, we'll psychoanalyze each other, how exciting—" the sarcasm is slathered and piled on thick. if he weren't masked you'd kick him in the shin for that eye roll he gives you, childlike almost, given the chance he might even stick his tongue out, "—but i get to choose the place, ah, ah, it's about compromise darling."

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later on, when he's three parfaits deep into a sugar rush at a maid cafe, he admits, "you scare me sometimes," of course, he understands the importance of communication, and getting to know one another is part of the deal, this is what girlfriends and boyfriends do, but— "how are you still here?" there's something hidden in his question, sometimes it feels almost like he's testing you to see if you'd be offended, taken aback, huffing out indignantly and stomping away, making him watch you leave.

still, your answer remains the same. "i like you," you sigh out into the night, feeling his arms wrapped around your middle. gojo doesn't need worshipping or sacrifices made to please and appease, but he’s feeling ten feet tall in this body, too long and large, housing power he didn’t ask for. 

“you really mean that?” he whispers in the crook of your neck, you don’t miss the hint of self-deprecation there, or the uncertainty.

so you reach a hand up, just enough to hold his head full of self-doubt, “yes," is all that's needed for him to crumble. walls coming down.

"you're the only woman i've ever been with," he admits. waiting for the moment you face away from him so it's not as revealing, not as vulnerable, and he can say it with just that little bit of courage because he wouldn't see your reaction, he's escaped death many times, he'd be able to say it now, say it here. "and i intend to keep it that way..." you know he's waiting in anticipation for the final blow, the real death that comes for him is when he loses you because of how unlikely it sounds, gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive, only bedded one woman.

his fingers come up to graze the slope of your shoulder, before he wraps an arm around your chest, pressing his weight into you from behind, wrapping you up, only it's ten times heavier when his admission presses down on your thumping little heart alongside with it.

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in the middle of a restaurant in ginza, gojo breaks his chopsticks in half along a deep line with fine precision, before rubbing them back and forth to remove the thin, stray hairs of aspen. there are people who look up when the sound catches their attention, then avert their eyes away. but not before lingering over his striking looks for that split second, blue eyes and white hair, what a combo.

he barely notices at this point, but he does know you’re watching from where you sit. food untouched, like you’re waiting for something to happen. you don’t need his permission he thinks, or at least, no one had ever waited for it. so he explains before you get the chance to ask, getting it out of the way and maybe then you’ll start digging in and he wouldn’t have to sit in this weird, silent tension, “he always did it this way,” gojo shrugs. 

you don’t ask who 'he' refers to, “i wasn’t going to say anything,” you reply, nodding along, trying to ease some of the nerves there because this isn't to do with the chopsticks, but that gojo gets like this around christmas. actually, he gets like this almost all the time these days. 

“why aren’t you eating? the unagi’s really nice,” he points to the piece of eel that’s cooked to perfection, glazed and sticky. “is it not to your liking?” he looks up quickly, searching your face, looking for any sign of distaste. 

“it’s fine,” you stop him from waving down the waiter, knowing he intends to order something else for you. but he never asks, not about what you would prefer or if you had any aversions to seafood. instead, he plays a guessing game, only tries, and tries again. hoping that he’d get it right immediately. just another thing satoru does. that he's way more accommodating than most would give him credit for. so much so you forget that he's barely touched the unagi himself, choosing instead to nudge it closer to you.

and maybe he’d been to used to this, maybe he’d always gotten it right with the one before you, maybe that’s why it hurts so much. and you're too occupied with wiping tears behind a blindfold that night to make sense of it when he can’t stop dreaming about long silken hair tucked into a bun, of a scent that lingers on a street crossing and by a classroom window.

still, he tucks a finger underneath the band. revealing clumped-up strands of white, silver, grey...a storming ocean swirls. a woman finally found, what a sight to behold. who chooses him and cleaves his heart in two every time she so much as smiles, calls him by his name, and touches his skin with her own. gently at first and then in a pressured, firm grip. "i'm not going anywhere," hand wholly encompassing his, fingers entwined, or maybe it's the other way around. gojo's got a wide expanse of palm, life and heart lines spanning across a region of an untouched, unmarred surface, all the power to bend space, time, and an infinity simmering above it.

“it’s gonna be okay,” you say, feeling a minuscule gap close where you finally feel him, really feel him.

[uva124]

Hello everyone! As these days I have not been able to draw much I decided to try my first writing for my wish Au, I am very new in these things so if you can give constructive criticism I would appreciate it very much!

But first of all I have to give some warning:

-This is angst

-If you haven't seen some of my posts you probably won't understand much of this, if you want you can take a look at my profile :]

-TW: Blood, character death.

You have been warned, that being said I hope you enjoy the read!

Fear

That's all Haedus can feel right now, he can't think of a solution, he can't move, even if he could breathe he probably couldn't at this moment, all he can do is see Magnifico holding Nembus tightly by the neck with a sadistic smile that reminds him deeply of a monster with sharp teeth.

The whole room is silent, nothing can be heard except for the faint cry of Nembus.

Haedus tries to give a glance to the place where they are to find something that can distract the maniac couple from his little brother, there is nothing, he can only identify the horrified face of Asha on the verge of tears looking directly between Nembus and an unconscious Naos in the corner. To tell the truth he can feel the tears running down his face too, they don't deserve this They are just children for God's sake! I would never have thought the couple could get to this point, but it's too late now.

All he feels is rage and hatred towards Magnifico and Amaya, fear for his little brother's life, but above all frustration with himself, how could he let this happen? He himself promised to protect them at all costs since he met them and now he has failed.

"DON'T YOU DARE DO ANYTHING TO THEM OR I SWEAR-"

"Do what, try to kill me with your useless powers? Or lecture me? Awww you still don't seem to understand the fact that in this world you are a FOOL, you are nobody, so stop pretending to be the savior of a fairy tale" The star was identifying the lord's mood as he said every word, but he couldn't care less when he sees the terror filled eyes of the smaller star as Magnifico tightened his grip even tighter.

More and more you can see Nembus having more and more difficulty to stay conscious, the stars can't breathe and remember hearing that they couldn't be hurt by mortals either, however this guy for some reason has the power to generate wounds to them or in this case axphysize us, or do some damage to their necks, who cares? Haedus has to do something now.

He can hear Asha yelling at the couple and trying to stay as strong as possible, however before he knows it he is already flying at full speed towards the couple, hell his powers are useless, if he can at least get Nembus out of their hands that's enough for him, but before he can even get close Magnifico creates a greenish colored barrier that prevents the passage, the young star can still see the evil expression of the adult.

" Hehe I wouldn't do that if I were you, now that you are close enough let me warn you what will happen if you take one more step and don't do as I say" after saying this sentence Magnifico's face turned into a grim expression as he created an emerald green energy staff and points it towards Nembus.

"NO-" That's all Haedus can hear coming from Asha until he only hears white.

Haedus sees red.

Magnifico stabbed Nembus. The boy's eyes open letting out a scream full of pain followed by a cry that makes a shiver run through the whole body of the young star, if before he was angry now the only thing he can feel is pain ,panic and above all HATE.

"NO NO NO NO NO NO! don't do anything to him please! leave him alone I'll do whatever you say ok?! just don't do anything they have nothing to do with this." That's the only thing that can come out of the major star's mouth at the moment, his panicked look seems to give them a great satisfaction to the maniacs that had Nembus at the moment.

"Oh how sweet, looks like they were family after all wasn't it sweetie?" now it was Amaya's turn to tease the vulnerability of the young couple and the two little stars.

Before the adult couple could continue talking they see the young girl running off in a certain direction.

Oh naive as always Asha.

-ASHA'S POINT OF VIEW----------------------

Asha was sobbing at this point, how could this happen, why of all the people who could help Haedus and his siblings did she have to be the one on the roof that night, now everything is a mess because of her, if she hadn't been so naive, so selfish, so pessimistic-No. she can't be blaming herself right now, there has to be a way to help, there has to be something she can do! Looking around the room she can see Naos unconscious in the corner of the room, without hesitation she runs to his direction, she has to help these children with her life, they can't-.

"What do you think you're doing young ady?" before he can reach towards where the child was there is a green hand picking up the small body of the child with golden curls like gold.

Naos is now visibly awake, but as soon as he regains consciousness his expression changes to one of horror at the sight of the new scenario. Asha can do nothing but stand still in panic "And I thought you were my most faithful assistant Asha, I know you were always....different but I didn't think it would come to this, I feel totally betrayed, after all I did-" The words of the asult man are interrupted with Asha's words spitting like poison.

"DO SOMETHING FOR ME?!!! ALL YOU DID WAS DESTROY ALL MY HOPES JUST LIKE YOU DID TO EVERYONE ELSE, I'M THE ONE WHO CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD GO TO THE POINT OF HARMING TWO LITTLE CHILDREN YOU PIECE OF-"

"Oh please they're just stars! They're not even human or anything, besides being useless compared to us, however they can be a great source of power don't you think? let me show you." The adult's voice is chillingly carefree and humorous, Asha could feel from before she finishes the sentence a shiver running down her spine, something is going to make "No-".

"AAAAAAAHHH" Nembus gives a scream so loud that it runs through the entire room, his golden colored tears slowly turning a dark greenish.

Nembus was pierced by Magnifico's scepter.

No.....no no no no no no no NO! Naos can't get hurt! He still has so much to live for, Asha still has to teach him how to draw like she promised! She still must buy him and his brother candy, she still must take them to that silly parade they have every year in Rosas, please, they need more time, there are so many things she needs to show them.

Asha's train of thought is interrupted by Haedus' scream and Magnifico's uncontrollable laughter as the latter's staff becomes enveloped in a magical golden aura that upon reaching the man's hand causes his eyes to turn a brilliant green. Nembus gradually gets dark scars that resemble the edge of withered tree branches as his screams gradually turn to sobs.

The young lady is enraged, but before she can say anything Magnificent finishes absorbing Nembus' magic as he laughs in satisfaction at having star magic coursing through his body, he grabs his beloved wife's hand as she only has such a delicate smile but one that Asha from afar can identify as sadistic, soon after she too is enveloped in a purple aura as her eyes turn a bright green "I would like to stay to continue enjoying this , but my beloved and I have a party to attend so if you'll excuse me."

Magnifico pulls the staff from Nembus' body with a quick movement ignoring Haedus' screams and the crying of the little stars, then proceeds to make a quick movement with the staff ending with it touching the floor with a sound that echoed throughout the room, now only Asha sees a green flash and then nothing.

Magnifico and Amaya are gone.

The only thing left are the bodies of Nembus and Naos lying on the floor, the latter tries with all his might to go and hug his little brother as soon as he touches the floor but he is too weak to make it. The only thing he can do is to grab the little hand of the other little star before being unconscious again.

Asha comes out of her state of shock quickly to go check on the condition of the two children, but before she gets there someone is already there, Asha can see Haedus panic as tears run down his face with a pained and worried expression.

The young girl can't help but wonder "How could I let this happen?".

HAEDUS'S POINT OF VIEW-------------------

Haedus flies to his siblings, he just wants to hold them in his arms again.

He carries both children as he kneels down, the image in his head where the man stabs Nembus still lingers in his head, but he tries to calm his little siblings just the same.

"You two ere going to be okay! I promise I- I'll find a way to fix it ok? You're going to be fine, we're going to be fine, when this is over I'll take you two to that place they wanted to go so badly with Asha and I, you're going to love it just- please don't leave me...." Haedus at this point can only stammer in panic What is he going to do? He doesn't know how to reverse the wounds of the stars, he knows almost nothing about this world.

His thoughts are interrupted by Asha coming running to see the state of the 3, the older star also notices the panic in his eyes, quickly Haedus passes Asha an unconscious Naos, he won't know how to treat wounds, but at this moment he is desperate, he can't lose Nembus, not his family.

He cradles Nembus in his arms as he tries to examine him, however the sobs and agitation of the little star do not make the task easy "I know it hurts Nembus but you are going to be fine, I am here ok? your brother is going to take care of you but I need you to let me see the wound" Haedus feels his voice shaking but he does his best efforts to make it not so noticeable.

However the little star's sobs are getting faster and shorter.

Haedus manages to see the large wound covered with golden blood covering the small body of his little brother.

Haedus knows what is going to happen to the little star.

Haedus does not want to acept it.

"I know it hurts baby but I have to get you up just- we have to get out of here ok? c"mon, you can baby c"mon, c"mon baby ,c"mon you can we'll get out of this like we always did with Naos remember?" Star tries to carry the child, this only increases his cries "I know baby, I know, I know, I know, I know! Just stay awake yet I- just stay with me please, I know it hurts...."

Again the babbling begins, panic is creeping up on the girl and the star.

"I know it hurts, I know, I know..."

Haedus's voice is getting louder and more desperate.

Asha doesn't know what to do

"Stay awake please I-"

Nembus' cries are getting softer and less loud.

"ASHA HELP ME!"

Haedus turns his head in Asha's direction for help.

"Edus........."

The star knows what the young girl wants to say but can't- HIS LITTLE BROTHER CAN'T LEAVE!

The star turns its head again in the direction of Nembus.

The little star no longer cries.

It no longer writhes in pain.

The kid no longer has the gleam of childish joy in her eyes.

Nembus is no longer there.

"No- Nembus wake up come on little buddy no-just wake up please! don't leave me don't leave me please don't leave me please, I'll be a better brother I promise just-don't go"

Haedus hears Asha's sobs, but soon everything turns to white noise again.

Edus gives his little brother a kiss on the forehead.

"Forgive me please, sorry I'm so sorry, forgive me pleae sorry, I'm so sorry forgive me please…" These are the only words he can articulate as he finishes saying goodbye while his voice grows weaker from crying.

Asha soon kneels down next to Haedus to say goodbye to the little star, but no words come out, only pain-filled sobs.

Nembus is gone.

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Sorry not sorry :D

So …… I don't know if it's the right thing to do but some of these sketches really took me several attempts to be satisfied, so why not do a DTIYS challenge?

There is no deadline really, if you want you can participate or not, use any material you want, you can draw any of the sketches I used for this scripture and please tag me to see it! I would love to see your drawings.

Again I hope you enjoyed the reading see you later! ✨✨✨✨

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[miniwheat77]

Virgin. (Soap x Reader)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, explicit language, near death, reader being allergic, blood, violence

(Summary): Soap can’t believe you’re a virgin.

You shove Soap away from you with a roll of your eyes. “Fuck off Johnny.” You laugh. Soap laughs in amusement “Oh come on, I’m not the only one completely surprised by the fact that you’re still a Virgin right?” You cross your arms. “Yeah. Well. Thanks to you, everyone knows now.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Give me a break! It was crazy to find that out, I mean, how old are you again?” You roll your eyes. “M’not telling you.” He laughs. “Mid twenties and still a Virgin.” He laughs. “You know, I shouldn’t be talking to you about this. You’re my coworker.” You roll your eyes. He chuckles. “Yeah yeah whatever, say what you will. But I’m a friendly guy, it’s easy to talk to me about stuff.”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind your secrets getting spread around base.”

“M’sorry okay? It was barracks talk between the guys.” You scrunch your face up in disgust. “Oh god!” You shake your head. “I don’t wanna know.” You plug your ears, hurriedly walking away from him. He laughs, watching you walk away. You were right, you didn’t want to hear what they had said about you. It was nasty. You were currently staying on a military base in Iran. It was a tiny base that was hidden deep in the desert, hidden away to look abandoned. There was at least one person on watch at all times. The facility was locked down pretty tightly which was nice.

You took over watch for Soap, and Ghost took over watch for you.

Upon finding out you were a virgin, you got stares from everyone. Even the few women on base. It made you feel uncomfortable. Everyone stared at you like you were a piece of meat. Even some of the men had become a little friendlier to you.

You sat in the tiny mess hall, sipping at an energy drink you’d smuggled in. Eyes bloodshot and red. You couldn’t sleep. It was late, Ghost had taken over watch for you. “Why aren’t ya asleep Lass?” Soap’s voice startles you just slightly. “Ah, can’t sleep.” You say. He nods his head, sitting across from you. “Why aren’t you asleep?” You ask. “Wanted something to drink.” He shrugs. You nod your head. “Why can’t you sleep?” He asks. You shrug. “I don’t know. Just… thinking.” You laugh. “I got a question, and don’t be mad.”

“You’re going to ask me about my virginity aren’t you.”

“Yes.” You roll your eyes, leaning onto your hand and looking at him. “Why? I don’t understand. You religious or something?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“What the deal than?”

You laugh. You wondered why he pushed so hard. “My mum always told me to be aware of what people’s true intentions were. In school, whenever anyone found out I was a Virgin, they’d try to get close to me. Wanting to date me all of the sudden. I hated it so I just kept it a secret and waited for the right person to come along. I mean.. I don’t really feel that way now. I just wanna get rid of it so people around here will stop looking at me the way they do. Hate it.” You laugh. He nods his head. “I understand. Just remember, nobody is forcing you to do anything and if they do I’ll have their head.” You laugh. “I appreciate it.” You mumble.

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“Soap, you mind staying with Y/N while the rest of us go on a mission for a few days?” Price asks. “Uh.. sure, what’s wrong with Y/N?” He asks. “She’s runnin a fever, can’t have her out there sick like that.” Soap nods his head. This was the first he’d heard about it. He wondered why you hadn’t said anything. The rest of them hurry, packing up their stuff. They were limited on time. After Soap wishes them luck, he makes his way to your room.

He knocks, but gets no answer. “Y/N? Answer the door or I’m coming in.”

He hears nothing, worry growing in his chest. He sighs, opening the door. You’re laying on your back, skin pale. You’re breathing but it’s shallow and when he feels your head, you’re burning up. “Shit.” He groans. He lifts you out of the bed, and walks down the hallway with you.

A harsh gasp leaves your lips, pulling yourself out of the water. “What the hell!” You shriek. “There you are, love.” He smiles, wiping your hair from your face. “Soap what the hell? Why am I in here?” Your teeth chatter. “You had a fever, found you barely alive in your room.” He laughs. “What?” You breathe. “Hold still,” he moves toward you, syringe in hand. “Woah! Get that away from me!” You swirl away from him, ice water spilling out of the tub. “Y/N. You got bit by a bug that was either poisonous or you’re allergic to. You need to let me do this.” He looks at you, unimpressed look on his face. “What the hell is it?”

“Epinephrine.”

“Why do we have that on base?”

“Why wouldn’t we have this on base?” He glares. You nod your head, feeling bile growing at the back of your throat. When his warm hand touches your thigh, a whimper leaves your lips. His warmth was amazing, the cold water nipped at your skin. He pinches the skin on your thigh together, noticing your flinch when he injects it. “Good girl.” He breathes. “You’ll feel better soon.” He splashes the top of your thigh to wash the blood off and you whimper at the cold water. “Sorry Lass.” He breathes. “For what?” His ears turn a little red and his cheeks have a very slight sheen of pink on them. “You were only wearing that when I pulled you out of your bed.” He blushes. Only now do you realize the thin white cotton panties and cropped tank top you slept in. The water made them transparent and he could see the dark circles of your hard nipples through it, the way the water made your panties grip at your opening. When Soap was prepping the water for you, he had to force himself to look away, stealing slight glances. “I-it’s fine,” you blush. “Just try to stay in there a little longer okay? Your fever is almost gone.” You nod your head. You let your head rest against the tile, taking a deep breath. Your teeth chatter and Soap steals more glances. Damp hair, almost naked. He breathes hard.

“So.. you’re a virgin. But.. have you done anything?” He asks. You shake your head. He’s trying to distract you. “Have you ever even had a boyfriend?”

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “No.” You breathe. He chuckles. “Damn.” He laughs. Your teeth are chattering harder and you’re breathing hard. “Ah- Soap.” The way you whimper his name has him hardening pathetically in his cargo pants. “Hm?”

“I.. I can’t take much more.” You tilt your head back. Your tone of voice is almost too much to bare, that desperation so clear in your voice. “Just a little more dove. Three more minutes.” He’d been keeping a timer on his watch. You hold your eyes closed, panting. Chest rising and falling. The way you looked, wet hair, transparent clothes. It was too much. “I’ll go get you a towel,” he excuses himself. He has to adjust himself as he walks away. “Fuckin hell MacTavish. Get it together.” He mumbles. When he comes back with a towel, you’re hurrying out. “Can’t take anymore.” As soon as you put weight on your feet, your knees buckle but Soap is quick to grab a hold of you. “Got you sweetheart.” He chuckles, lifting you up. He wraps the towel around you, he’s holding you up bridal styles. You’re dripping wet, soaking him. “Sorry.” You blush. “No worries, s’just water. Little water never killed anyone.” He smiles. His voice was so deep.

He’d really done all of this? Helping get your fever down, carrying you around. “Where are you going?” You ask as he passes your room. “Gonna let you stay in my room. Gotta figure out what bit ya.” He says. You nod your head. He goes to lay you down. “Wait! M all wet Soap.” You gasp as he lays you down, lifting yourself up. “I can change my sheets, I’m just checking your room okay?” He laughs. “Are you okay Y/N?” He asks. “I.. I’m fine.” You look down. In reality you didn’t want his warm hands to move away from your freezing skin. “Just sit tight for a minute okay?” You nod your head. “How do you know something bit me?” You ask in confusion. “Uhh..” he blushes. “Saw a red ring on your hip.” You nod your head. He disappears afterward.

You shiver on his bed for a while and eventually he walks back in. “Couldn’t find anything, but if it’s poisonous we should probably bug bomb your room.”

You sigh. “So.. what am I gonna do in the meantime? What’s that mean?”

“Gonna have to bug bomb it, make sure everything is dead, wash all of your clothes and bedding and stuff.” You groan. “Where am I gonna stay?” You ask. “Well.. who do you trust the most in the task force?” He laughs. “Oh god. I have to stay with someone? There’s no extra room?” You say. “Nope. The only other 2 girls on base are already sharing a room because they were friends before the military.” You nod your head. “You can stay with me.” You nod your head. “Okay..” you laugh. “Appreciate it, Johnny.” You breath. “Course, no worries.”

“Also.. I should’ve stabbed your leg before I put you in the ice bath but I didn’t know where the epi pens or vials of epinephrine were.” He blushes. “Eh. It’s fine. Sounds like you didn’t have much of a choice.” You laugh. You’re still covering your front with you arms. Your undergarments had pretty much dried by now, but you were still self conscious. “Uh.. here.” He passes you a shirt. “You can wear it since you won’t have any clothes. When the others get back I’ll ask them where everything is.” You nod your head. “Wait, when they get back? Where’d they go?”

“On a mission.” You nod your head. “So.. no one’s been keeping watch?” You ask. “Making sure you didn’t die, Bunny.” He laughs. You freeze up a little bit. “Bunny?” You ask. “Uh.. yeah. Don’t like it?” He blushes. “No, I like it a lot actually. It’s cute.” You laugh. You slip the shirt on over your head. “Well. Get some sleep n I’ll take watch.”

You smile. “Thank you Johnny.” You breathe. “Course, we fight together. I always got your back.” He smiles. “I’ll always have your back too.” He nods his head, smile on his lips as he turns around to leave. When he closes the door behind, you release a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You change the sheets on his bed and lay down. Taking in the scent of his blankets. He smelled so good. It was intoxicating. You stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking to yourself. He’d done all of that without even batting an eye. Putting you into an ice bath, checking your room. Searching for an epipen. The more you think about it, the more you realize just how much he did for you. Always looking out for you on base and during missions. The amount of times he’d killed for you, the amount of times he’d almost died for you. He’d been shot a couple times defending you. You’d thought for a long time. Who did you trust? Who did you feel the safest around?

You had your answer.

You emerge from Soaps room. Walking quietly up the steps to get to the roof. You take a deep breath, palms growing a little sweaty. You open up the door to the rooftop. “Bunny, what’re you doing?” He was in full gear, he always looked so sexy. You don’t say anything, creeping your way over to him. “Um.. everything okay?” He asks, he goes to stand up from the flimsy metal chair, but you push him back down by his chest. “Woah-“ he laughs, but it doesn’t last long. You put one leg to the side, sliding yourself into his lap. He takes a deep breath, drawing himself back. “I- I don’t understand.” You smile. “Been thinking lately.” You play with the hem of his shirt under his vest, grasping the zipper at the top and dragging the zipper down slowly. “Who I trusted the most, who would be the gentlest with me.” You sigh. “I think that person is you.” You breathe and he lifts his hips up, raising you into the air with ease as he adjusts himself in the chair. He shows you exactly what you want to see.

He could manhandle you if he really wanted to. Yet was still so gentle with you. “Don’t get yourself into something you can’t get out of Bunny.” He breathes. “M’not getting into anything alone, MacTavish.” You smile. Leaning into him. Your lips brush against his ever so slightly. “Is this some sort of test hm?” He asks. “What test do you think this is?”

He shrugs. “Not a test Johnny. Just..” you take a deep breath. “I want you to take my virginity.” You breathe. He stares at you, eyes burning into yours, darkening. His pupils are blown out, he’s turned on. “That’s a big responsibility. You sure you trust me with it?” He smiles. “Mhm, haven’t ever felt this way about anyone before. You lift yourself up, adjusting yourself in his lap. He groans. “Have to warn you…” he licks his lips. “Can’t control myself when something feels good. Might be a little rough.” He breathes. “S’okay..” you breathe. “I’ll do my best to be gentle. You trust me yeah?” He slides his hands under his shirt that you wore, rubbing his huge, calloused hands over your hips onto your ass and you started to squirm a bit. You nod your head eagerly. He pushes you off of him, you stand up. “Why don’t we go to my room yeah?” You nod your head. He lifts you up, walking down the stairs with you. He pushes open the door to his room, laying you down on his bed. This is where the nervousness really began to set in. There was no going back now.

He hovers overtop of you. “Don’t have any condoms.” He breathes. “S’okay..” you breathe. He smirks. He leans down into you, pushing your legs further apart with his body. You were starting to worry, he wasn’t showing any signs of affection. Just interest in your virginity which isn’t what you wanted. “Take a deep breath for me yeah?” You nod your head. He pushes the shirt up your hips, up over your chest. He helps you pull it over your head and that’s when he kisses you for the first time. Heat pools between your legs from just his deep kiss alone. He’s intoxicating. Your mind blurs, time seeming to move faster as he kisses down your chest and stomach. “You can stop me. Don’t feel obligated to let me do this okay?”

You nod your head, mind still fuzzy.

You’ve still got on the white cotton panties, and he runs his fingers over your mound through them, drawing a gasp from your lips. He leans in, sliding his tongue over the fabric, driving you insane. He was good at teasing. Your chest rises faster with each movement he makes, kissing and licking at your clothed core, the light friction drive you insane. He was having fun with it, enjoying the way you squirmed. You wanted to be touched by him. When he’s felt like you’ve had enough, he grasps the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs. He slides his tongue over your sensitive nub, and you move your hips away from him. Drawing a deep chuckle from his lips. “Relax, I know it’s sensitive.” He smirk, grasping your thighs and holding them down. “Focus on me okay? Gonna make you feel real good about yourself.” He breathes, leaning in. He holds you still and you have no choice but to let him hold you there. You weren’t stronger than him, had no other choice as he buries his tongue between your folds. Flicking it back and fourth over your opening, flattening it over your clit. Your thighs shook slightly at how aggressive he was being. Not even you had shown your body that much attention.

It doesn’t take long until you’re crying out for him, tears filling your eyes from how overwhelmed you are. You’ve got a death grip on his Mohawk and he can’t help but love every second of this. You squirming beneath him. You were loving every bit of what he was doing to you, and it was only just a small fraction of what he had in store. “Such a good girl f’me.” He moans into your opening. He removes one hand from your thigh, moving the other over your pelvic bone to hold you still. He gathers your wetness on one of his fingers, sliding it into your opening. Your eyes widen and you let your head fall back into his bed, moaning out as he starts to pump it into you, curling it into your spongy spot. You weren’t going to last long. “Oh- fuck!” You gasp. Your thighs are shaking even more now, he’s pulling you closer and closer to your edge. His tongue is still assaulting your sensitive clit, and he adds another finger. You can barely form words as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge of pure ecstasy.

“I- Soap I’m gonn-“ a cry leaves your lips, and you buck your hips up into him. But he keeps going. Tongue furiously flicking over your clit, sucking gently at it. Fingers still moving inside of you. Your body shakes with your first orgasm of the night and you’re panting hard when he finally pulls away. Your eyes are still glossed over and you look fucking perfect to him. So fucking beautiful. He moves himself over you, lips going back to attacking yours as he ruts his clothed cock against your soaked entrance. He was turned on. “Can you take more, bunny?”

You nod your head. “Good girl.” He smiles. He works to remove his pants, sitting up off of the bed to pull them down his legs, discarding them elsewhere. Doing the same to his shirt. He moves himself between your legs, pupils still flared out in arousal. His cock is dripping at the tip. “Pretty girl.. gonna make you feel so good.” He breathes. He was huge and it worried you as he presses his tip against your opening. “S’okay. It’ll hurt a little at first okay?” He breathes. “Just relax for me.” He mumbles. You take a deep breath. His top pushes through your folds and your lips part slightly. He grasps his fingers in yours, entwining his fingers into yours and raising them over your head. “Give yourself to me.” He breathes, lips brushing over yours. He kisses you hard and you flinch as he sinks himself into you deeper. His lips don’t move away from yours as he’s sliding deeper, when he finally bottoms out inside of you, he pulls away and a gasp leaves your lips. “H-hurts Johnny,” you whimper, moving your hips uncomfortably. “It’ll feel better baby. Promise.”

He rocks his hips into yours slowly, wanting nothing more than to fuck himself into you until you were crying, but he’d hold himself back.

For now.

He slides out of you completely, sliding back in until you’re full again, another gasp leaving your lips. “Fuck, I feel so full when you do that-“ your eyes gloss over once again. The way your body reacted to him was crazy. He starts to thrust himself in and out of you as you grow used to him, and he’s moving at a slow but steady pace. You’re getting more used to him, and it’s even started to feel a little better. You’re quiet at first, watching the way his massive cock slides in and out of you, mesmerized by how much your body could take. But the more he fucked you, the better it started to feel. Small moans and whimpers started to leave your lips and the small amount of worry he had growing slowly started to fade away. He was worried he’d hurt you too bad, or maybe it just didn’t feel good. But all you needed was a little time to adjust to him and his size. “You gave your virginity to me baby, how do you feel?” He smiles, your cheeks turned pink at his tone. “Feels really good.” You whimper. “That’s my girl.” He smiles.

The more used to him you are, the better he feels. Stretching you perfectly. He was thrusting right into your sweet spot, your body was shivering from the pleasure. “Feels so good-“ you gasp, leaning up onto your elbows and letting your head fall back. “You’re so fucking tight.” He lowers his head, barely keeping himself together. Soap can’t even remember the last time he had sex, but this? Was unlike any other encounter he’d ever had. He was convinced you were made for him, how perfect you were on him. He’s fighting his high off, your moans sound perfect. Your skin is soft and comfortable and each time he touches you, he’s struggling to keep himself together. He pushes your thighs up a little bit, sliding deeper into you. He draws a gasp from you and you cry out as he fucks into you harder. “Can’t help myself. Forgive me.” He groans. He’s a little more rough than before, he’s chasing after his high, maybe he’s a little selfish for how bad he wants to cum inside you, but he can’t help it. You’re raking your nails across his back and he’s hissing, but he loves it. He loves the raw passion the both of you shared, despite never having any interactions like this before. You showed no sighs of ever being interested in him, he was taken so off guard when you approached him like this. But he didn’t mind. You were stunning and you wanted him. Who in their right mind would pass up in that offer?

He grasps your leg, moving it over the other until you’re on your side. He slides himself back into you, going a little deeper than before, pulling even more moans and whimpers from you. His hands glide over you, your chilly skin being warmed by his hands rounding the curve of your ass as he pounds his hips into yours. He’s got beads of sweat traveling down his face. His lower stomach is clenching up so much, he can barely hold on. His cock is begging for release, and you were perfect. Perfect for that. He pushes down on your hips, pounding his cock into you until you’re crying out for him, thankful nobody else was around to hear you. The sounds coming from his room were sinful. “So close- so fucking close.” He growls. “Johnny- fuck!” You cry out, lifting your hips into his. “Gonna fill this sweet pussy. Gonna make you feel so good.” He groans. He’s right on the edge. You start to tighten around him and he knows you’re getting close. He groans out even louder than before. A mewl leaves your lips and he knows you’re right there with him. “Cum for me sweetheart. Give it to me.” He breathes, breath hot against your face as his lips glide over yours. Strings of saliva connecting the both of you as he pulls away.

A cry leaves your lips as you finally cum around him, your second orgasm more intense than your first. Your tightening around him sending him over the edge and he thrusts hard, hips halting as a string of cries leave his lips as he fills you. “Fuck Babygirl.” He pants, sliding himself out of you before collapsing next to you. You’re both breathing hard. Sweat and cum covering the both of you. The both of you have blushing red skin, flushed cheeks. Soap is still trying to get his breath back. “You’re fuckin stunning you know that?” He runs his hand along your hip. You smile. “Thank you. You’re stunning too.” You giggle. “I mean it.” He smiles. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head. “Just.. can’t believe it.” You blush. “It’ll start to set in here pretty quickly.” He smiles, kissing you again. “Cmon, let’s go get something to drink, yeah?” You nod your head, standing up.

You blush, feeling his cum start to run down your legs. “I um.. need to clean up first.”

He notices the way he runs down your inner thigh. “Eh. Maybe another round wouldn’t hurt, ah?” He smirks.

This is also not proofread I’m being lazy today XD

[judysxnd]

“Show me how much you love me”

I had a pretty neutral day, feeling irritated though, but as soon as my dad came back from work it went bad.

That’s what I imagined Pedro would do to take care of you when you have a bad day.

Minors DNI

Warnings: sad at first, sexual content, p in v, protected sex

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Every fucking time it’s the same. You always hope your family will be there to support you, the choices you made, at least be nice, but no. That’s why you left to make your life in the US, to stay away from them. It was a choice that obviously no one agreed to, but it’s your life not them. You still come to visit from time to time and they come too (rarely), but it always puts you in a bad mood.

You never understood why anything you did was bad. They always found something not to like or to criticize in everything. You decided to pursue your dream of being an actress. Bad. Very bad. You partly understood why, it’s a very difficult career, it can take years to finally take off. But it didn’t happen for you. You got lucky you always said. You never recognized the talent you have, never in front of your family. You did at first, but they always corrected it by “fate”, “luck”, “good timing” or whatever.

Then you met Pedro. The age gap bothered them. The way you hit it off immediately confused them. How could you, with so many years between the two of you? They didn’t really like him. He was just another reason that you would never come back home. They didn’t like when you moved in together after a year of dating or when he proposed a few months after. It’s like they don’t actually believe your life is real, jealously probably.

Today you are married, you have your own big house, you have a daughter and both your careers are on top and never stopping. Everything is going great. But now that you have a daughter, you’re trying to see your family a bit more for her, even more as Pedro’s already see your baby girl a lot.

That’s what brings you here, driving to your house that you rented for the two weeks while you stayed. Yes you rented a house because there was no way you would stay that long living with them. You made that mistake too many times. You decided to come down in summer, right around your daughter’s birthday to have a big family party with everyone. But your parents wanted to see you a lot more than just one party. Actually pretty understandable.

You decided to have dinner with your parents while Pedro and your daughter rested as she got a little sick today. Stomachache and stuff like that. And as usual, dinner was rough, that’s why you thanked god Pedro wasn’t here. You even wished you got sick. Your dad kept asking about your career, if you had anything going on. But it’s summer, you took a vacation, there’s a strike, no you don’t have anything going on.

“So you’re not earning any money right now”

“And you just don’t do anything all day long?”

“You could have come longer than two weeks”

“You’re living on Pedro’s money then”

You could keep going on for more. But you couldn’t take it anymore. You ended the dinner pretty quickly, pretending you caught what your daughter had and almost ran out of there. But it killed your mood. You were already tensed just by being back here and near them, and tonight really was too much.

The drive back to your house was calm. It was still hot outside at 9pm, so the windows were down, feeling the wind go through the car. Tears were about to stream down your face, but a sense of joy started to hit you as you remembered where you were going. Home. To Pedro and your daughter. That’s all you cared about right now.

You just needed to get there, to feel their love surrounding you. Something you always missed with your parents. They probably gave everything to your big sister. When you entered the house, Pedro was laying on the couch, watching some television but was actually on his phone.

He immediately saw at your face that you were in a bad mood. It was expected, he knew how you would feel after that dinner. That’s why he gave you space. You barely talked, he let you do what you had to do. You were both sitting on the couch but on the opposite side, both on your phones. He knows that you have to be the one breaking the silence. Unfortunately you’ve been there before, and there’s a routine for that.

You broke the silence when you suggested to watch one your favorite movie on Netflix. That’s what you like to do when you feel down. Watch movies and tv shows that make you feel comfortable, something you know. You crawled next to him, cuddling. You were, bit by bit feeling a bit better, letting Pedro enter your bubble again. Progressively.

The first movie ended, so you chose another one. He would watch tv all night if it meant he was supporting and helping you in any way. In between movies he got up and brought snacks, which made you show a small smile. It was a victory for him. He was on the right path. Then the movie ended. It was too late for another one, but neither of you moved, watching trailers that Netflix suggested.

“I don’t really know exactly what happened and I don’t really need to-” Pedro broke the silence “and I know you don’t want to talk about it, but just know that everything you need to focus on is here. The rest isn’t important” you smiled against his chest before pulling away looking at him. You didn’t even have words to answer.

You looked at his feature, sending butterflies to your stomach. You feel so much love for this man. He brought you nothing but love and support. The man of your life.

“They just make me feel so bad” he put his hands on your cheeks.

“You followed your dreams, you have the life you always wanted. Jealousy I’d say”

“From my own family” you sighed

“I am your family. The tiny little human sleeping in the next room is your family” you smiled a little

“I- I want to know how much you love me” you said staring at him “I need to know” you added, crushing your lips on his. You need to feel his love on a physical level, it was the best way to twist your mind right now. Nothing mentally was helping, only the physical could help.

“Let’s get to bed then” he said watching you stand up and leave. But he grabbed your hand, pulling you to him, before holding your legs, holding you in his arms. You almost screamed at the surprising movement but you buried your face in his neck instead, chuckling.

He carried you to your bed, laying you down slowly, hovering you. His hand found your hair, putting a strand behind your ear. “I love you more than anything” he said kissing your forehead. “Don’t let anyone doubt the love you deserve” he added now kissing your temple. “you achieved so much and overcome so many obstacles” he gave you an esquimau kiss. “I haven’t overcome half of it yet” you couldn’t help but laugh a little because you knew it wasn’t true. He’s come from so far and well he is older than you so he has overcome much more stuff than you. But it did make you smile. He tilted his head when he saw the smile.

“That’s my girl” he said which made you blush. “Lighting each place she enters” he kissed your lips softly. “That smile that buries any bad things” he said brushing his thumb over your lips. “Those eyes where I lose myself in” he stared at you. He kissed your cheek, slowly going down to your jaw and buried his face into your neck, peppering kisses all over, not missing your sweet spot right near the ear. You hummed at the feeling. Your mind was already overwhelmed, progressively forgetting the day you had.

His hands lowered and stopped on your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt, lifting it bit by bit. He pulled away to take it off so that his kisses could now go further down. He was being patient, taking his time. Each light kisses he left on your skin was making you shiver. The way his hands were moving smoothly on your skin only made you feel better and hornier at any second.

He stopped at the top of your jeans, carefully unbuttoning and taking them off. He was so soft and sensual. As he hovered you again, he left a trail of kisses along your legs. They were freshly shaved so they were smooth like a baby, making you feel everything more intensely. He came back up, kissing you passionately, liked you’ve never been kissed before. He removed one strap of your bra at a time, kissing you as if he was hurting you. He lifted you closer to him to be able to unclip your bra, taking it off once and far all.

Almost entirely naked in front of him, he took his time looking at you, admiring every detail like he could go blind tomorrow and was the last time he was seeing you. You were only wearing a thin and small piece of fabric covering your core that was aroused by the all the love Pedro was showing you. His sensual movements showed exactly what you needed. He always knew how to satisfy you.

He couldn’t leave your bare breasts any longer. He covered them in kisses, licking around nipples before sucking on them a little. All of that happening in a slow motion, still taking his time. Usually none of you are going that slow. At that time he would already be deep inside you. But not tonight. Although, it’s not that far now, because both of his hands were tugging your panties as he was still kissing your breasts. Now you were entirely naked in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“A damn goddess” he said smiling before taking off his shirt. “I’m standing in front of a queen, my queen” you suddenly hot. Your cheeks were turning red, but it wasn’t the only place where you felt hot. You loved how he always made you feel special. He never made you feel insecure and you never hid anything from him.

As he was taking the rest of his clothes off, your eyes were travelling on his body. His messy hair, his beard that always tickles you (can’t get enough of it), his strong arms, his torso, his stomach. You could already feel his smooth skin against yours. You bit your lips in anticipation. His hips where your legs would be wrapped around soon enough, his thighs where you spend most of the time sitting on. You didn’t even know it was possible to love someone so much, to literally love every part of their body.

You watched him walk to his luggage near the bed to grab a condom before coming back to you. Back to the previous position, on top of you, he kissed you more and more passionately while his left hand was slowly massaging your clit to get you worked up a bit as if it was really necessary. He eventually stopped, pulling away from your lips to put the condom on. One unexpected child, not two.

Your hips started to move a little, already desperately needing him. Now both ready for more, he pulled you by your thighs to bring you at the perfect distance. He slowly entered you leaving you enough time to adjust. Then he started to move, holding you by your waist. His movements where slow and passionate. There was no rush, you had all the time in the world and he was clearly going to use it. He was going to show you his love.

You both wanted to go slow, so you stayed at a slow pace for some time. You were both moving your hips together, creating one same rhythm. Automatically you were arching your back your arms trying to support you. Pedro’s hands left your waist to grab your arms. He pulled you up, making you sit on him. Finding the same pace again, you both started to moan louder and louder.

“I love you so much” you whispered in his ear as your arms fell on his shoulders.

“I love you more” he said putting his thumb on your chin guiding you to kiss him. You both started to go faster, impatience growing as you were both feeling a light knot in your stomach. You needed feel more. You went faster, and faster. You were on your way to find heaven, together. Soft but loud moans were leaving your mouths.

Your tone changed into a slightly higher one, hinting that you were about to come. Pedro started to curse, also signaling that we was coming too. You both eventually come, also together, this intense feeling overcoming both of your body at the same time. He still held you tight, leaving a few kisses on your shoulder. His skin against yours, his hands on your back, moving smoothly on your skin, you had all you needed.

The best feeling in the world. To love and be loved.

[storm-angel989]

Outside The Office Part Sixteen

Hi All!

Trigger warning loud and clear for this one for drugs and implied sexual assault.

As always, feedback is appreciated!!

It was almost eight by the time the four of us arrived at the club. Unlike past nights, where time would be spent drinking and dancing, I stayed at the table and watched the scene around me. An hour passed. Then two. With each sip of water I took, I wondered when Valentino would take me to go make a deal with a soul, as he had promised that morning. Everything else was in place. I had read through the Lucifer approved contract, and although I understood about seven words of it, I trusted Lucifer enough to know that whatever was in the contract was something that would be carried out automatically, and posed no risk to me. 

“Are you ready, mi amore?” Valentino asked finally as he walked back over to our table. He studied me. “You’re sober.”

“Of course. I’m not going to fuck this up with alcohol, especially given my..history with the drinks here.” I scowled at him as I spoke. 

He shrugged. “You may change that mindset after tonight. But it doesn't matter. Follow me.” 

I stood up and took his hand as I followed him across the room. It never ceased to amaze me how people parted ways for all of the V’s, but Valentino’s presence in particular seemed to scurry them out of the way. He pulled his own V shaped necklace from around his neck and pressed it to the door. Identical to my times with Velvette, we stepped inside and I watched as he pulled the book from its hiding place. 

“In time, Vox will show you how to use this technology. But for your first time out, I’m offering you a choice of two souls. One is a teenager, a female. What little information we have access to tells us she’s eighteen, stole a cache of cocaine and overdosed at a house party. The other is a female college student, twenty two years old, fell down the stairs and cracked her head after raping one of the men in the dorm next to hers. Which one will you save?”

“The teenager,” I said as I looked at him as a sense of disbelief washed over me. Was he seriously asking me this question? “Isn’t that obvious? Isn’t stealing drugs a lesser crime than violating another human being?”

He shrugged, “in this line of work, it isn’t always a question of morality. It’s sometimes a question of who will be easier to convince, which soul will be the easier one to make a deal with. Experience tells me that an eighteen year old who overdosed is going to be a harder one to talk sense into than the twenty two year old. The eighteen year old  more than likely will fight the idea of death, especially if her brain is still under the influence. In addition, the twenty two year old more than likely understands exactly what she did wrong- and will be more likely to accept a

deal with that knowledge and the guilt that often comes with that awareness. And remember, both souls are free to decide if they want to take your deal- you cannot force them.”

“The eighteen year old,” I said firmly. “Her.”

He nodded. “As you wish.” He muttered the same words Velvette had muttered and together, we stepped through the portal. 

My first visit with Velvette was bad. The subsequent ones were equally as tragic and sad, but nothing I had seen up until that point held a candle to the scene I walked into. 

The scent hit me first: stale beer, unwashed bodies, and filthiness. Around me, bodies covered the room in various stages of consciousness. Some were upright, still drinking. Another small group, a mixture of older teens in various stages of undress, chanted over a table full of red solo cups, bouncing a ball back and forth. Wordlessly, Valentino slipped a GPS tracker into my hand- a map to lead me to the soul I sought.

“Yeah, baby!” One of the girls shrieked as the ball made it into the cup. She gave him what I assumed she meant to be a seductive smile and slowly, she peeled her shirt off. 

I let out a shutter and reached for Valentino behind me. His hand took mine as we continued to walk through the house. The deeper we ventured, the less conscious humans I saw.

Climbing the stairs. I passed by two men- boys, if I was truly being accurate, inhaling from a joint they passed between the two. 

“Dude, what time is our history test tomorrow?” I heard one say to the other. “Cause, do you think we’ll make it on time?”

“Nah bro, I got like…four skips left. I think.” the other answered drowsily. 

I wrinkled my nose as the skunk-like scent. Of all the drugs Valentino had taught me about, marijuana was right up there on the top of the safest list. Safer even, than alcohol, he pointed out. And as much as the data he provided me proved to be true, I wouldn’t be partaking anytime soon. My reaction to the drugs Lucifer had given me would hopefully be my first and last experience in that field. 

“Door to the left, reader,” Valentino said, breaking me from my thoughts. “And quickly. We don’t have much time left before she crosses. Starting a contract conversation with a soul will slow that clock, but only so much.” He put his hand on my shoulder and I looked back at him. “What you find inside will anger you. Maybe even scare you. Don’t let it. You are here to help, not to pass judgment.” 

I pushed open the door and the truth behind Valentino’s warning echoed loud and clear. The room held nothing more than a card table in the center of the room and two twin beds pushed together against the far wall. A plastic like mirror hung on the wall next to a matchstick dresser.  I watched as two men got off the bed and pulled their pants up. I checked my GPS unit. Only one soul was indicated, right where the bed was. 

“Fuckin wish all bitches went this flexible.” One grunted to the other. “Serves her fuckin right, stealing from us.” 

Instantly, the pieces of the scene clicked together. Anger flooded through me, power coursing through my fingers as I stepped forward. I felt Valentino’s hand yank me away as the boys walked through us, and behind us, the door slammed shut. 

“You have a soul to save, princessa. Go, quickly. Your clock is ticking.”

The power receded and frantically, I rushed over to where her broken body lay on the bed. Her eyes shut, her breathing shallow, her lips a bluish-gray. Above her, a whitish substance floated above her. Valentino was right- she didn’t have much time. 

“Alexia Caddel?” I asked, sitting on the bed next to the body. “Alexia?”

“What is happening to me?” A desperate voice floated through the room. 

I took a deep breath and began to repeat the lines Velvettle had so carefully taught me. “Alexia, listen to me. One of two things is about to happen. When you die, and make no mistake, you will die, in the next few moments, and your soul will be cast straight into hell.” 

Around me, the whiteness began to swirl, desperate wails filled the room. Apologies, promises that it would never happen again, it was just one time…

“Keep going, reader.” Valentino’s voice encouraged me from behind. 

Despite the anger at the situation, and the worry that she wasn’t listening, I continued. “This is where I offer you a choice. You can arrive in hell, with no home, no friends, and no control over the rest of your existence. Or, you can come with me, and I will ensure that when you arrive in hell, the Sin who lays claim to your being does not collect. Instead, I am offering you a safer landing, a chance to bypass that Sin and arrive with the security of shelter, a career, and the things you need to create a better existence. All I ask for this kindness is ownership of your eternal soul.” 

“I am too young to die!” the voice screamed as the whiteness began to form a solid shape.

Shit. I was really almost out of time. My words came fast as I desperately tried to get her to understand.

“Alexia, I’m so sorry, but I’m telling you the truth- you’re about to die and while I can’t stop it, you can control what happens next. You can accept my offer and land safely, among people who understand what you’ve been through, people who will help you- but I can’t make that decision for you!” 

In the air, the contract and pen floated up towards her. 

“Alexia, all you have to do is sign. Please, let me help you.” I finished. “Please, Alexia!” 

I heard Valentino’s voice in the background, but couldn’t make out his words. The soul, now a fully formed human teenager, let out an inhumane shriek. My contract and pen disappeared as a green mist surrounded the whiteness. On the bed, her lifeless body let out a final jump, a gurgle and then…

Silence. 

Darkness filled the room as the soul vanished, the green mist along with it. A feeling of despair washed over me as I looked at her lifeless body. There was no mistaking the fact that she was gone. 

“Princessa.” Valentino’s voice sounded very far away. 

I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Princessa.” He repeated, this time louder.

Anger rushed through me and I turned around. At my fingertips, power pulsed red as rage took over every inch of me. 

“Reader, you don’t want to do this,” Valentino said sharply. “Reader, listen to me. Listen to the sound of my voice.”

“I’ll kill them. And then I’ll kill the sin that yanked her from me!” I didn’t recognize the snarl that was my voice, nor the red eyed reflection I caught in the mirror across the room. 

He tried to take my hand and I pushed him away. He began to fly back but caught himself, intertwining his fingers in mine and grabbing at my face. 

“Reader. You need to listen to me. You cannot harm them, you do not have that power. Not here on Earth. Only two beings have that power- your Uncle Lucifer, and the Creator himself. You know that. Even if you find them, you can't physically touch them. It is a waste of your time, and a waste of your power.”

A sense of powerlessness washed over me. And then numbness. Valentino’s words were true. Despite trying my best, I had failed. Alexia was in the hands of the Sins now, and until she passed into her ring of hell there was nothing, nothing I could do. And finding her, a single soul, in all of hell would be next to impossible. The sin’s didn’t log names- only numbers. I felt Valentino’s arms wrap around me and ever so gently, he guided me back through the portal.

[magnusbae]

tfw u have a Complicated™️ Relationship With An Otherworldly Creature

First of all, I would like to point out that I DID NOT REALIZE WE HAD THAT DISCUSSION ON APRIL FOOL'S DAY.

All I remember is being delirious from lack of sleep and you indulging me by listening to my ravings about a Venom AU for dreamling aND THEN MAKING AN ACTUAL MEME FOR IT!!!

While I don't remember much of what we said that morning, and this meme being perfect for Canon AU also, I will focus my efforts on elaborating on this Venom AU no one had asked for but everybody will be getting!

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"It's not human, but it's given me things no girlfriend ever could."

Hob Gadling is by no means a man who lacks options. He had fucked, and he had fucked a lot. He dated, he had even married once. He did all there is to be done, from casual to serious and yet... nothing comes close to this, to this bond he shares, to this otherworldly creature living within him, sustaining him, enveloping him, devouring him.

"Beloved," Hob says, feeling the instantaneous warming of his chest. Dream, (That is his name.) (Oh, what a lovely name it is.) often responds in such a manner to terms of endearment. He enjoys them more than he would ever care to admit. All the more incentive for Hob to use them as frequently as humanly possible. Which is to say, a lot.

The low frequency rumbling inside of his chest cavity lets him know that Dream is very much aware and chooses to remain silent on the matter. He is so sweet, actually the sweetest creature in the entirety of existence. It's hard to remember a time when he had thought otherwise, a time in which he was actually terrified of the creature that had decided to use his body as a free-ride.

Yes? Dream finally speaks, tired of waiting for Hob to verbalize his thoughts. His voice is a deep thunder inside of Hob's mind, closer to a loud thought than an actual audible sound. An intrusive thought he would never wish to get rid of. Hob. Strict, impatient, amused. He feels like Dream cannot decide if he's more irritated or amused by Hob's wandering thoughts. Speak.

Hob huffs out a laughter, shaking his head and opening his fist in an invitation. The empty spaces between his fingers are soon filled with claw-like ink black fingers. Dream's hand, firm and strong.

"I was just thinking," Hob closes his hand, squeezing Dream's hand in his, feeling the tightening of Dream's hand in turn. "how it's our anniversary tonight" he closes his eyes, thinking of a year ago, miserable and lost and terrified, with nothing in this world left, running into an alien that by all means was supposed to devour him long ago.

Expect for the miraculous part of them being so perfectly matched that Dream decided to preserve him instead. Tend his body, strengthen it, keep it safe. The only price being that he also gets to live in it. See humanity, learn of it, understand it. It's what he told him, however Hob suspects, knows really, that it was something far more personal.

Dream had filled spaces Hob didn't even know he had. Voids so small you don't know them but you ache them. And if Hob does even a fraction of what Dream does to him— well then, there's the reason.

Yes. Dream rambles, pleased. Anniversary, like marriage. the last word is purred so quietly it's almost like it's Hob's own thought.

"Hold your horses," Hob laughs again, cheeks warming up, he's smiling wide enough to ache "I expect to get properly proposed to, who do you think I am? I ain't cheap, you know" he feels a hand brushing his hip bone, an intimate, possessive gesture that sets a shiver down his groin.

Yes, of course. Dream's finger trace's down the 'V' lines, claw gentle but ever present. Not cheap. Proposal. Indeed. Dream is amused again, the cheeky creature is making fun of him, and that, is damn hot.

Whatever response Hob was about to give is swallowed down with a yelp when Dream takes him into his hand. Hob breathes out, mind blanking as the decidedly inhuman hand starts working on him.

Conversations about propriety can wait. After all, this is so much more interesting. Whatever else you can say about dating a formless alien who resides inside of your body, there's undeniable benefits to them literally sharing your own pleasure. Makes for a very good partner indeed.

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Written in one go without editing because if I allow myself even a single more hour of thinking how it needs to be PERFECT I will die LMAO.

Brief explanation of Venom for those who didn't watch it! >> under the cut.

Generally speaking, I would imagine that Dream's initial reason was to study, understand, experience a different existence than his own. He had no regard for human life (still doesn't, not in the way a human would) he was perfectly fine with riding human bodies and living their lives until they expired.

Expect Dream had found Hob, a perfect match, a human body that accepted every single cell of him with open arms, way before Hob even realized he loved Dream, his body had already accepted him.

This can have over-complicated plot, and it could be a simply fun-little au. It can have a "fish-bowl" rescue of reported Hob breaking into the Lab where Dream was being experimented on, and it could be Hob's homeless era when on top of everything else going wrong with his life, he also gotten jumped by an alien symbiote in an alley.

It can be anything you wish to imagine, but bottom line is— imagine the intimacy, the bond, the tenderness of sharing a body with a creature that envelopes you whole, who loves you whole, who cares and wants you whole. Body and Soul and Mind, literally, figuratively, everything.

A bond so close you feel like a single being, bond so close you feel you would die if separated. Hob didn't even know he needed it. Hob thought his life was complete, even if shitty at times, he didn't feel any lackings, and yet..... when Dream came into his life, he realized it was an empty shell compared to what it is.

And Dream, who had never felt a connection, only felt rejection after rejection, and then in the case of the lab-trab, the experiments and cruelty. Being loved and accepted and wanted so fully he betrays his entire species to be with Hob.

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Essentially, Venom is one specimen of a symbiotic life form that finds a host and bonds with it. It's not easy to find a proper host, if the host is not right, the symbiote would slowly devour the body and eventually kill the human. In the comics canon, a human named Eddie and Venom form a bond, eventually fall in love, and share a very intimate relationship. It's a VERY half-assed explanation, but basically, the symbiote literally lives inside of the human host, and it makes for some......fun dynamics. considering it's a literal alien.

[timaeusterrored]

(The Fever)

V was laid out in the back of his car, a headache had hit him and he had to pull over. Now, he was writhing in pain in the back seat with his head rested in Johnny’s ‘lap’.

“Call Ker.” Johnny repeated for the fourth time, knowing this was more than a headache. V’s temperature was slowly rising and it was making Johnny sweat.

“Don’t wanna bother ‘im.” V whispered back, content to lie in the back of his car with Johnny until he was well enough to drive again. He was having the thoughts again that Johnny didn’t like, ones of his time being soon. Johnny would drag his ass to the cure if he had too.

“Then call Vik.” There was no reason he couldn’t call Vik, but Johnny knew V would find a way to excuse why they couldn’t call Vik.

“‘S late-“

“It’s his job, V. Call him or I will.” Johnny knew he should not be taking over V’s body right now, not in the state he was in, but he had to do something or else they were just gonna lie here in misery. And he knew V was just gonna chose to lay here.

V opened his eyes and frowned, leaning into Johnny’s hand. He thought about it for a moment before nodding. Finally, some sense.

He called Vik up, and no surprise, the ripperdoc answered on the first ring and could see the state of his adopted son. And that was that, V needed to get his ass to the clinic immediately, or Vik would come and find him. V admitted it would probably be safer for Vik to come find him.

Johnny knew V hated admitting defeat.

It took no time at all for Vik to find his son, and Johnny felt grateful for once about this. Vik’s ability to just find V anywhere came in handy once or twice.

Vik got him back to the clinic, V was more or less asleep. Vik was gentle, trying to be careful even with a full, chromed up, grown man leaning on him. V woke up enough to help try to lug himself into the chair, looking over when Johnny appeared next to him.

“I feel like ass.” V’s mouth didn’t move, but a smile formed when Johny snorted

“You look like ass.” Johnny wished in this moment that he could comfort V. That why he had wanted him to go to Kerry, for comfort. Vik could hopefully fix whatever the issue was no problem, but he knew from personal experience that Kerry made any illness feel like nothing.

“J…”

Oh fuck, here they go again.

“V, I said stop it-“

“Just shut up and listen.”

Johnny obeyed, because he didn’t want V to get worked up while Vik worked on something to make the headache go away. A cold shower would have broken the fever, again something he would have rather done at Kerry’s.

“I’ve worked too goddamn hard on this body, don’t you fuck it up.”

Johnny nodded, letting V have his little rant.

“You don’t have to keep the hair dyed, I think it’s part of my charm but it’s a lot of up keep. The good stuff, not whatever the fuck you used back in the day.” Hey it got the job done.

“Check in on uh…” Johnny’s heart dropped. He knew who he was about to say but V didn’t seem to remember for a moment.

“Judy. Check in on Judy once in a while.” He frowned a bit, as if wondering why he struggled so hard to remember her name.

“And Kerry. You gotta go back to him… you make him happy-“

“Alright, I got it. We’ve been over this five times now… get some rest, baby.” Johnny ran his hand over V’s hair and frowned, watching him open his eyes to look at him.

“Promise me.” He whispered out loud, his voice weak and exhaustion laying heavy on his bones.

“I promise you, V. Told you I wouldn’t fuck us up.”

Johnny decided then, in that moment, if he ever took V’s body, he’d never be ‘I’ again.

[pepperonijem]

v. more myself than i am || all my love

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights; Emily Brontë

Summary: lego aisle arguments turn into confessions over waffles... Pairing: high school!bucky x f!reader Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 4.1k A/N: fun fact, as soon as bucky got home he stared at the ceiling while listening to jazz (also surprise early post!!)

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“Welcome! You guys are nearly an hour late,” Scott chastised them as soon as he opened the door.

“Sorry,” Bucky heard you apologize ruefully as you handed the gift bag of Lego and candy to Scott. “Somebody had a stick up his ass so it took us a little longer to get around.” Bucky scoffed at the pointed look you gave him over your shoulder as you walked past Scott and into the party.

You were glad to finally be away from Bucky, if you were being honest. The silent car ride was suffocating, and you couldn’t help but be angry at him for his question earlier. 

“Why do you care so much?” 

Because they’re his friends, you had reasoned. Because you care about him and they mean a lot to him and you would like to mean a lot to him. But you can’t really admit that to the guy who publicly rejected your confession and is now your roommate that you’re kind of friends with. 

It was the “kind of” friends that irked you the most. He didn’t make any sense. Some days he was kind to you, and some days he was the same icy James Barnes who didn’t even read the letter you had spent hours writing. But unfortunately, no matter how he acted at any given moment, he was still constantly on your mind. So much so, that you didn’t even realize your best friends had appeared in front of you with a beverage to offer until you heard his name.

“What happened to Bucky?” Wanda wondered out loud as she looked past you to where Scott was interrogating him at the front door. 

“I overheard Scott asking what he did to piss you off,” Steve explained as he gestured towards you. 

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment. “So then what happened to you?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

You let out a sigh as you accepted the soda from Steve, opening it up and taking a sip before you explained what happened in the Lego section of Target earlier that day. You also explained why Bucky’s comment frustrated you more than it should and how you honestly felt kind of silly for being so bothered by it.

“Stop,” Steve said as he led you outside to the patio where he sat beside you on the bench and wrapped an arm around you. Wanda sat down on your other side. “If it bothers you then leave it at that, it’s okay to be upset especially with someone as confusing as Bucky.” 

You looked across the yard to see him laughing at something Sam was explaining and you found yourself smiling despite yourself. “I just wish I knew what he was thinking, you know?” You confessed. “Or even better, I wish I didn’t care what he thought of me.”

It felt more than a little bit silly to still be upset by his words. A part of you wanted to believe that he didn’t mean to be malicious, to have his words dripping with a hint of venom. Why do you care so much?  However, that part was overshadowed by the way your heart still continued to ache at the sight of him, wishing that you could make him laugh the way his friends did.

Now it was Wanda’s turn to let out a sigh, causing you to turn to her. “It’s no use lingering on it,” he commented. She stood up and extended a hand out to you and Steve to help the two of you up. “Do you remember when we were little and we watched Hocus Pocus for the first time?” 

Steve smiled at the memory. “How could I forget? I was traumatized after the cat reinflated itself.”  You let out a laugh too and reached out for Wanda’s hand, forming a circle between the three of you.

“Are we doing a calming circle?” you questioned. Wanda nodded as you and Steve shared a look, both of you chuckling at the idea. “Okay, think soothing thoughts, you guys. Soothing thoughts.” 

It felt, for a few minutes, as if you were children again, spinning around in the park with your two best friends. It was easy to forget the world outside of your bubble, especially when the three of you were mostly just shouting ridiculous things. You were sure that if anyone else at the party saw you three, they’d be laughing at the silliness of the situation.

“Rain, movie marathons,” you called out, struggling to keep up with the speed of the circle. “Standing still!” You added and immediately felt your own momentum leading you to crash right into Steve’s chest. You could feel the rumble in his chest as he laughed and wrapped an arm around you, trying to help you keep your balance.

“Feel better?” You heard Wanda call as she embraced you as well from behind. 

Was there any way you couldn’t feel better? Sandwiched between your two best friends, you couldn’t feel any safer. When the three of you finally broke apart and stumbled your way back to the patio bench, you let out a contented sigh. If life was hard, if life was cruel, at least it was kind enough to give you Steve and Wanda. 

“You know,” You began. “I’m really glad we’re going to university together. I don’t know if I can imagine not being with you guys.” If you weren’t already feeling upset about literally everything else, you wouldn’t have noticed the pointed look Wanda gave Steve, who looked away quickly. “Am I… missing something?” you asked tentatively.

“Yeah,” Wanda repeated. “Are we missing something?” She raised an eyebrow at her friend who turned around with a guilty look on his face.

“Listen, I–” Steve started to speak before you heard Peter call your name as he ran to you from across the yard with your phone held up. You glanced at Steve who let out a sigh of relief at the interruption. He looked all too relieved to be out of the hot seat. 

Peter handed you your phone, just as it stopped ringing. “You left your phone inside,” He panted. “Your dad’s been calling for like 10 minutes.” 

“My dad?” you asked as Peter nodded. “He doesn’t usually call while he’s at work.” By now, the effects of your calming circle had sadly begun to wear off, and been replaced with early grumbles of anxiety. You stepped away from your concerned friends to find a secluded space to call your dad. 

It only took two rings for him to answer. “Hey, honey,” he greeted, already sounding apologetic.

“Hey dad,” you replied. “Is everything okay?” you asked tentatively, trying to stop your mind from immediately jumping to the worst case scenario.

You could hear him let out a sigh before answering you. “Yeah, everything is going well,” he said. “So well in fact, that my boss wants me to stay here for the rest of the month…” the end of his sentence trailed off as he waited for you to respond.

“What does that mean?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“It means I won’t be seeing you until next month at the earliest,” he replied. It had been over a whole month since you had seen your dad, the night he dropped you off at the Barnes residence, and it was the longest you’ve ever been away from him.

To say that it was hard to be away from him was an understatement. For so long it had just been you and your dad. Besides Steve and Wanda, he was your best friend and your number one supporter. He was your shoulder to cry on, your favorite gossip-buddy, and you missed him. Phone calls with him lately have been far and few and between, and they couldn’t match the excitement of coming home from school to have a snack with him while you talked about your day. On top of that, there was a senior awards ceremony this week, and you had been excited for your dad to see you receive an award from the literature and writing department. 

But you didn’t want him to know that, so instead you put on a smile and pushed the tears back down. “It’s okay dad,” you replied to him. “I miss you, but I’m sure they’ll miss you more at the restaurant. Besides, Mr. Barnes and Bucky have been making sure I eat all my meals and drink enough water and get enough rest.” You let out a chuckle to really seal the deal, hoping it was enough to convince him.

“Okay,” he let out a relieved sigh. “I’m glad you’re okay. I’m really sorry again, but I’ll see you soon, I promise. I love you,” he added.

“You too, dad.” As soon as the red button was pressed, the tears began to spill from your eyes. If it wasn’t for the argument you had earlier with Bucky and the anxiety you felt about what Steve was going to tell you, it probably wouldn’t have been this hard. But sometimes, things just add up and make you sad. And that’s okay. You were thankful for the pair of arms that wrapped around you and the soothing voice that reminded you of these things because it was definitely hard to remind yourself.

“Hey,” Wanda called to you as you rested your head on Steve’s shoulder. “Is your dad okay?”

You nodded softly. “Yeah, he’s fine. But he said he won’t be coming home till next month.” By now the tears had kind of stopped and you took a step back from Steve, still feeling anxious about what news he would tell you. “Steve,” you asked tentatively. “What were you going to tell us earlier?”

Steve’s eyes suddenly couldn’t meet yours as he looked across the yard to where everyone else was gathered. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied. “I’ll tell you another day.” His smile didn’t meet his eyes and his words did not convince you to not worry about it. But now was not the time to push him and instead you let it go, letting a beat of silence take over among the three of you.

“There’s something about sunsets in October that just feel poetic,” Wanda mused aloud as she looked to where the sun was beginning to dip into the horizon. “Do you think the sunset is just as beautiful everywhere?” 

Although you know she didn’t mean for it to, Wanda’s question made you sad again. Was the sunset your dad saw just as beautiful as this one? Was it just as beautiful when he saw it without you? Or was he like you? Unable to see the oranges and reds in the sky fading into indigo without remembering the smell of the mug of his special hot chocolate that was always waiting for you on cold fall evenings.

Suddenly, all you wanted to do was be away from everyone. While Steve and Wanda were busy discussing the beauty of the sunset, you found yourself sinking back towards the door. It seems however, you weren’t the only one who wasn’t feeling the party mood anymore because you suddenly found yourself alone in the kitchen with Bucky, who was still watching the party going on outside with a far away look that made you wonder what was on his mind.

Unsure what to say, you stood at the kitchen island beside him and stared out into the yard where the rest of your friends were about to start party games and let the silence rest between the two of you. You weren’t sure if it was because of the weight of your dad’s call outweighing your petty argument from earlier, but you somehow felt safe here in Bucky’s company, comfortable even in the silence.

The silence sat for what felt like minutes until Bucky spoke first with a much softer voice than he used earlier. He sounded tired. Resigned. “Wanna get out of here?” he asked, looking at you for the first time since you had entered the kitchen. You nodded in response, thankful that he was the one to bring it up and not you. “You can head to the car first.” You honestly feel a little bit guilty that you were about to leave without saying goodbye, but as if Bucky noticed the way you shifted hesitantly, he added “I’ll make sure to give your regards to the birthday boy… I’ll say you weren’t feeling well.”

He handed you his keys, the jingle of his many souvenir keychains providing you with a sense of familiarity. You watched as he walked back outside and put on a smile that didn’t feel as real as the ones you had seen earlier, and made your way to the front door.

“You’re leaving?” A familiar voice called from behind you. Your hand froze on the doorknob as you turned to see Steve standing what felt unfamiliarly far away from you. 

“Yeah,” you replied sheepishly. “Bucky  said he was ready to go home.” That wasn’t really what happened, but for some reason you felt guilty for not wanting to spend time with your best friends and their best friends.

“Oh,” Steve acknowledged. He paused for a second, letting his eyes wander anywhere else before continuing. Why was he awkward all of a sudden? “I could just take you home if you wanted to stay longer,” he finally added, his hand coming up to run through his golden hair as he hesitantly took a few more steps in your direction. 

On any other day, you would have taken him up on his offer, but thinking back to his words earlier, you had a feeling that making the choice to go with Steve would lead to more bad news and that was just something your heavy heart could not handle any more of tonight. So with a soft shake of your head, you turned him down. “Sorry,” you apologized with a sad smile. “I can’t tonight.”

Steve nodded and took a step backwards, wringing his hands together uncomfortably before shoving them back in his pockets, as if the question meant more to him than he was willing to let on. “Another time then,” he said with the same hollow smile he had earlier before offering to open the door for you. He watched you walk into the now indigo evening, watching until you made your way to the passenger’s seat of Bucky’s car and only finally waving goodbye when he heard the lock of the car door, making sure you were safely inside.

Something felt off today, you thought, not just with your own emotions, but with everyone else. There was an air of unnamable sadness that seemed to sit on everyone’s shoulders and it made you feel a little guilty to be wallowing in your own when you could be caring for your friends. It was an easy rabbit hole to fall into, especially sitting alone in the cold and darkness of the car. Realizing how quickly you could snowball, you opted instead to turn the key and start the car, reaching over to start the heater and the radio.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long before Bucky opened the driver’s side and entered the car. “Thanks for starting the heater,” he said with an echo of a shiver in his voice. He plugged his phone in before opening his GPS app. “Do you want to go home?” The tone in his voice implied that he did not.

“Can we drive around for a bit instead?” You asked as Bucky hummed in response. He closed out of the app, opting instead to put on his driving playlist as he pulled out from his spot and onto the road.

Much like earlier, the drive was silent. But unlike earlier, there was no tension that lay like a bridge on fire between the two of you, but rather there was comfort like opposite sides of a still lake. You found yourself looking up at him, admiring the way his left hand rested on the top of the steering wheel, and his right hand on the gearshift. His dark hair, disheveled from brushing falling leaves out of his hair outside, reminded you of the night you drove home from the football game. 

It was much colder outside than it was that night, but at this moment, you still felt warm. Much like that night, he was glowing in the city lights. You hoped he couldn’t see you staring at him, but part of you felt like even if he noticed, there was no need to look away. 

“Bucky,” you called his name in a whisper and he turned to glance at you before turning his attention back to the somewhat empty city streets. “Do you hate me?” The question surprised even you as you said it. But before you could make an attempt to retract it, Bucky pulled into a parking lot and quickly parked his car before looking at you with a more serious look than you had seen on him before.

“No,” he answered firmly. “I don’t… hate you.” Honestly, you didn’t expect him to answer that quickly, or with that much conviction. Bucky looked at the surprised, blank look on your face. You don’t think he expected it either. “What made you think that?” Was he… hurt by your question?

The slight pout on his lips and the way his eyebrows scrunched together made you want to take the question back altogether. “I…” you began, unsure of what to say. Would anything you said even change anything? Deciding that words left unspoken now would be silence you regret later on, you took a deep breath before continuing. “I just never know what you think about me. I know it shouldn’t really matter, but it does. To me, it does. Sometimes, it’s like we’re in sync, like we know each other’s thoughts, but then we argue in the middle of the store and I suddenly feel as small as I did when I first tried to jump off the swings and sprained my wrist in kindergarten.”

You knew that now that you had started, there wasn’t any way for you to stop until you had run out of things to say, so you let yourself continue. “I want to know because I hate not knowing. And I know you know what that feels like and I also know how much you hate it too. I’m tired of this weird back and forth, and all this whiplash. There’s too much uncertainty in my life right now, and if I could find even one corner where I just know what’s going on, I’ll take it, even if it means knowing you want me far away from you. So tell me again, and tell me honestly, do you hate me?”

You were breathing hard now, and you prayed that the tears that threatened to spill would recede. There was a bit more you wanted to say, but you knew it wasn’t the time. Balling your fists up to hide how badly your hands were trembling, you looked down at the center console where Bucky’s hand was trembling just the same, as if itching to move. You found the courage to meet his eyes to find a surprising tenderness in their soft blues.

“I don’t hate you,” he said again with such softness it made your heart stutter. He swallowed before opening his mouth to continue, but not knowing what else to say. For a second, you just stared at him. His features were now tinted with hints of blue and red as you saw the reflection of the neon sign of a diner in his crystal blue eyes. Were you going crazy or was he leaning ever so slightly into you?

Before you could realize your eyes were beginning to flutter shut or the way your hand was inching toward his on the center console, you were interrupted by the gnarliest growl from your stomach. Suddenly time was frozen until Bucky’s deep laugh broke the silence, soon followed by your own fit of laughter. The two of you pulled back quickly, Bucky running a hand through his hair. For a second, the two of you were silent, unable to look each other in the eye. Were we about to… kiss? The idea bounced around in your head until the sound of Bucky’s voice cracking snapped you out of it. This was not something to fixate on right now.

“I think I, uh… owe you some waffles,” was all he said before turning off the engine.

About an hour and half of a stack of waffles and a very large and very sweet milkshake later, Bucky asked you a question. “Did you actually like The Stranger?”

You were confused a second before it faded into surprise that he remembered that interaction. “I did,” you answered honestly, cutting into another piece of your waffle. “But I don’t think I like it as much as I used to.” Bucky hummed in thought as he stuffed a whole strip of bacon into his mouth as you laughed at the sight. “Why do you ask?” you asked in between giggles.

“I was reading it again,” he answered after swallowing his bite. “And like you said, it’s just not as good as I used to think it was. Then I remembered what you said to me that day, about stories about life not having meaning.” 

You took another bite as you waited for him to continue and watched as he began to mindlessly fidget with the bottle of maple syrup. “I think you’re right about that,” he mused. “Maybe you and I have started to find more meaning in life.” He looked up at you with a small smile.

“You might be onto something,” you replied. You already knew that though. That book stopped being your favorite the day he stole it from you. After that, you were much more interested in the story you were telling with your own life than the hollow life of the man in The Stranger. “What books do you think are actually good then?” you asked curiously.

“It’s kind of dorky,” he began, a blush creeping into his cheeks as he pushed around the remains of his dinner on his plate. “But I’m a big fan of Jane Austen and all those classic romances.” You let out a surprised scoff. You weren’t expecting Bucky to be such a romantic. He rolled his eyes as you grinned at him in shock.

“No way?” you remarked. “That’s so… literature-teacher-esque of you.” You leaned back in surprise  as you took another sip of your milkshake.

“I know,” he agreed. “You should see what my books look like. It’s every literature teacher’s fantasy.” He tried to fight back a smile but immediately failed when he saw how excited you seemed to be upon learning this information.

“Why don’t you be one then?” you asked. “Like seriously? I think you’d be a great teacher. You taught me math, so obviously you’re some kind of miracle worker.” Part of you was joking, but when you saw the way he ran his hand on his cheek to hide the furrow in his brows, it began to sink in how great of an idea it was.

Bucky leaned his chin into his hand. “I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve never really thought about being a teacher.”

“Well maybe it’s time to start,” you replied cheerfully. “What was your original plan?” Now that you were thinking about it, you realized that for a man of routine and planning and detail, he seemed to have a pretty fuzzy idea of what life would be like after high school. Every time someone mentioned college plans, he’d give some vague and lofty idea to pacify whoever was asking. 

“Honestly,” he answered. “I don’t really have one.” His shoulders fell as if he had been waiting for a long time to admit that to anyone else but himself. “What about you?”

“I’m going to be a writer,” you replied with a smile and Bucky couldn’t help but mirror it back to you.

“I believe it,” he agreed. “You’re a great writer.” Your smile turned into a look of confusion. Where had he seen your writing before? You had never written anything outside of your diary except essays for English class. 

Bucky let out a cough as he saw signs of recognition light up your features. “I mean, I heard you were a great writer,” he tried to cover up. “I overheard some of the teachers talking about giving you a writing award at the ceremony.”

The compliment he was paying you was shadowed by the memory of your phone call with your dad earlier. Bucky quickly picked up on the sadness that swept over your features.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his head lowering to try to meet your own lowered eyes. 

“Yeah,” you replied unconvincingly before you let out a sigh. “My dad isn’t going to make it to the ceremony. He called me at the party.”

Suddenly, it was Bucky’s turn to piece things together. “Ah,” he replied. “I see.”

You cleared your throat and put your face in your hands. “But it’s fine, it’s just a piece of paper,” you tried to convince yourself, but Bucky saw past it. However, he could also tell that it wasn’t something you wanted to talk about anymore and you looked at him gratefully when he changed the subject. He waited a beat before clearing his throat, finally getting you to look up at him.

“So,” Bucky began. “How many more pancakes do you think we can demolish?”

You couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you prayed to anyone who heard your thoughts for you to be as content as you were right now.

[puddle-nerd]

Forever

Summary: Quaritch managed to capture more than just Spider and he has ways of making you talk.

Prompt 11 (Restraints) for my submission for LunasKinktober2023

So, in this one, we are going to switch between Na’vi and English. To differentiate between the two, I’ve decided to mark all Na’vi language in green italics and with a ~ at either end of whatever is being said. If I miss one or two, please let me know and I’ll edit it accordingly.

Na’vi Translation:

Tawtute – human | Sky Person

Tewng – loincloth

Tsaheylu – a bond or neural connection

Vonvä’ – butthole | asshole | dickhead (!HIGHLY ABUSIVE AND VULGAR!)

Vrrtep – demon

Story Tags: No use of y/n, Female Reader, Restraints, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-Consensual, Loss of Virginity, Dry Humping, P in V, Vaginal Sex, Forced Bonding, Forced Mating, Creampie

Part 2

You struggled against the thick, plastic restraints keeping your thin arms above your head within the cell, whimpering and whining and hissing as your struggled in vain to free yourself, all because you’d pissed off a couple of the Recombinants and so they had rewarded you with this added insult to injury of being captured in the first place. Biting at the orange plastic proved useless and made both your shoulders and your jaw ache something fierce. Giving out an infuriated scream, you slumped, eyes burning at the helplessness of your situation. In some other cell, Spider was being held because the Tawtute keeping them captive decided it was safer for them to be apart than together. That left you with struggling to escape your bindings and desperately wishing that you were back in the Halleluiah mountains at High Camp with your family and your tribe. Instead, you had had the bright idea to go along exploring with Lo’ak and Spider and Kiri and Tuk. You were here because a weapon’s blast had sent you and Spider rolling down a hill and into the hands of the RDA Recombinants. And instead of saving your from them, you had been left behind as collateral damage, as JakeSully would say.

The sliding doors across the cell slid open with a metallic whoosh and a tall blue vrrtep stepped inside, bedecked from head to toe in strange, alien, tawtute gear that seemed oddly dark and constricting. What was even weirder was the close-cropped back hair. And he was bigger, maybe even bigger than JakeSully was, and maybe even handsome in a certain light. But you’d never admit that. Not out loud, at least.

Instantly you hissed at him, ears pressed back and baring your teeth in a furious warning, tail lashing back and forth in your rage.

Instead of backing down, the Recombinant smirked widely, his golden gaze drifted over your form in such a way that made you shiver. There was something in his leer that set your teeth on edge, something intense and attentive and… and voraciously hungry. She felt… she felt like prey. And it caused you to shiver.

But you weren’t sure if it was caused by fear or not.

“Y’know,” the vrrtep said in English, stalking towards you, “with the kid you call Spider, I had a kind o’ family approach to actually get some information out o’ him. But with you… well, yer a Native, aren’cha? There ain’t no way you and I share an ounce of DNA, now, is there?”

You hissed at him again, adding in your Native language, “~We might not be related but come closer and I’ll kill you, vonvä’.~”

The Recombinant shook his head. “Now, unfortunately I didn’t understand a lick of that gibber jabber you’re spewin’ but I do distinctly remember you speakin’ in English, tellin’ Spider to ‘shut up’ so I gotta figure you know more English than you’re lettin’ on. And I got a couple of ways to loosen that tongue of yours. One’s gonna be more fun, though.” He took another step forward and paused, breathing in through his nose deeply and scenting her. A brow raised and he smirked even wider, adding on, “Well, I’ll be damned. You’re smellin’ so good, sweetheart.” One of his strange five fingered hand came down to cup his groin suggestively, obscenely squeezing the bulge beginning to press against the front of his tight trousers. You suddenly realized just how bad your predicament was, your eyes widening, jaw going slack. “Oh, yeah, sweetheart,” the vrrtep chuckled lasciviously, “yer scent and that outfit you’re wearin’ is gettin’ me nice and hard.”

“~Don’t touch me, vonvä’!~” you snarled at him, before switching to English. “No! Go away!”

“Ah, so you do speak English,” the Recombinant grinned. “Now we’re gettin’ somewhere.” His golden gaze traveled over her form, landing on your barely covered breasts and he reached for his belt. The second you saw him pull out a knife, you struggled even more, kicking at him and trying to whip him with your tail. Nothing you did stopped him from cutting the neck string of your chest covering or him pulling it away to reveal your naked upper body.

He tossed it away haphazardly, his golden eyes darkening as her body in. “Fuck you,” you snarled in English.

The vrrtep licked his sharp teeth, chuckling as he put his knife back, “Now that’s one of the ideas… but gotta warm you up to it first. I like my women warm… and wet when I sink m’self in ‘em. I’mma make you beg for it.”

Overwhelmed by the threat, you snarled at him only for it to melt into a high-pitched whimper as he grabbed at your thighs with his strange, too-many-fingered hands and lifted your legs to his waist, settling your weight onto his hips and the front of his crotch to snuggle into the apex of your thighs. You could feel the massive bulge tenting his trousers pressing tightly against your thinly covered cunt, guarded only by the two thin layers of your tewng. Then, he let go of one of your thighs and grabbed your jaw, twisting your head sharply to the side. You couldn’t fight the firm grip he had on your chin and had to submit to him leaning in and scenting your neck. Then he kissed her throat, running his mouth up and down the blue column, marking the soft blue skin between bites and harsh suckling, determined to leave at least a couple of hickies.

You whined, your body starting to warm, just like the Recombinant had threatened you with and you couldn’t seem to stop the whimpers from sliding out of your mouth, every breath catching in your throat as heat began to swoop low in your belly. You didn’t even realize you had shifted further into his hold until you felt your back arch, your pelvis grinding down onto the bulge in his trousers, the firm shaft of him creating delicious friction between her legs.

The vrrtep chuckled, gripping your leg tighter and pressing against you harder. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re beginnin’ to want it, aren’cha?”

You refused to answer, squeezing your eyes shut.

The Recombinant released your jaw to grab your other hip and shifted you over his cock again, testing the friction he could create in the current position as he dry-humped you, grunting audibly and studying your face for the micro-expressions that gave away your reactions to the pleasure he was forcing you to feel. You couldn’t stop gasping and mewling with each shift of his hips against where a hot wetness was building up on the inside of your tewng, squirming weakly in his grasp while squeezing his sides with your thighs. He chuckled, gritting his teeth as pleasure pooled inside of you both.

“Yeah, baby, I got wha’chu need.” You whined.

And then your eyes snapped open as he lowered your legs from his waist. He laughed outright at seeing your blush staining your cheeks, at hearing you whine of protest, and stepped back enough to reach out to your tewng, this time, finding the ties on the sides and undoing them. “~No! Demon, no!~” You shouted in Na’vi, fear of what this would mean renewing within you. “~You’re not of The People! We cannot mate! No!~” But he was dropping your last bit of clothing away and reaching for his belt. You couldn’t help but watch helplessly as he swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers with haste, shoving them down his ass and thighs as if he couldn’t wait to bury himself inside of her. You let out a high-pitched whine as his cock jutted up as soon as it was free of its confinement, firm and full and ready to fuck you. You’d seen Na’vi cock before as your village wasn’t shy when it came to their bodies. However, since you were unmated, you’d never seen one in any state of arousal before.

And this vrrtep was apparently hung.

His cock was such a pretty shade of jewel blue, all patterned with azure stripes and dotted with a couple of bioluminescent white freckles. Veiny, little ridges and nubs decorated all along each stripe upon the thickening shaft. The foreskin, however, was a lighter blue and had started to pull back from the pink tip to reveal a delicate little trickle of pearlescent precum tinged silvery blue. “I can smell you, sweetheart,” the Recombinant spoke up as he stroked himself languidly with his large veiny hands, forcing you to tear your gaze away from the monster he was going to try to slide inside of you. “I can smell you want this, baby. And who am I to deny you? All you gotta do to ride me is beg me. Say, ‘Miles, I want you to fuck me’ nice and loud and clear.”

You shook your head and turned your gaze away but you couldn’t stop the slick from trickling out from between your thighs. “Not one of The People,” you whimpered. “Cannot mate. Cannot make tsaheylu.”

“Sah-hey-loo? What’s that?” he demanded. You shook your head, burying your face into your arm. “Alright then, I guess I’ll just have to figure it out after I fuck you.” You shouted and struggled but he shuffled forward, grabbing your thighs once again and positing himself at the apex, his cock nestling between your mound and his. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re slick, aren’cha? You want this.” You shook your head. “Yeah, you do. Can’t lie when I can feel how wet you are. Just say it, baby. Say ‘Miles, I want you to fuck me’ and I’ll make you feel so good.”

“No,” you whined, shaking your head. Only to whimper as he lifted your hips up, dragging your cunt up the length of his cock, teasing you with his firm shaft but not yet putting it in. “No… cannot.”

“Say it, honey. Say ‘Miles, I want you to fuck me’.” The vrrtep thrust his bare cock against your pussy lips, growling in delight at the raw friction, his foreskin tugging with each roll of his hips, his leaking precum and your slick aiding in the movements. “Say it, baby, and this’ll feel even better.” You couldn’t stop the mewling escaping your throat through clenched his teeth with each grinding thrust between your pussy lips. “Say it!”

“Fuck,” you gasped, a tear leaking from your eye as you gave in. “Mylos… I want… I… fuck me…” Your accent garbled his name but it was just enough for him.

Miles lifted your hips to line your cunt up with the head of his uncircumcised penis and slowly pushed against your entrance. With an animalistic snarl, he flexed his hips and bullied his way inside of your depths, reveling in the cry that ripped from your throat as your untouched pussy stretched for the first penetrating thrust. The walls of your channel squeezed reflexively around the near painful stretch made by his forceful invasion of your body. His massive girth was difficult to adjust to, the stinging pinch causing you to whine in discomfort as he shoved himself deeper and deeper inside.

“Fuuuck, baby, so fuckin’ tight,” The Recombinant moaned, burying his face into your neck. “Try t’ relax a’li’le, sweetheart. Jus’ relax.”

He kissed at your neck, nuzzling and nipping at the bruises he had already left behind upon your skin as you tried to ease your muscles but it hurt. “~Oh, Eywa… it hurts,~ My-los,” you whimpered in your native tongue, hissing as the pain in your shoulders made itself known again.

“I know, baby, I know,” The vrrtep hummed, rubbing his nose over the silk of your cheek. “Doin’ so good f’me. I can feel you relaxin’. It’s gonna start feelin’ really good soon. Have you sobbin’ and beggin’ f’more.”

Miles’s mouth suddenly claimed your own in a demanding kiss, smothering your scream as he used your loosening muscles to shove the last bit of his cock home inside of your depths, his pelvis flush with yours. His more human-like testicle sack rested heavily against your taint in an odd, alien way, full to bursting with silvery blue bioluminescent cum, ready to be poured into your channel. His balls pulsed as he plundered your mouth, exploring every inch with his tongue and stroking your teeth with his tongue. He only withdrew from you when you both finally needed to part for air, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his.

You didn’t want this.

You didn’t.

And yet… when the Recombinant slid out a little bit, only to roll his hips slowly back inside of you, the most delicious of friction skittered like an insect up your spine in the most satisfying of ways, causing you to cry out. Tears began to trickly out of your golden eyes. However, he either ignored the crystal liquid spilling down your cheeks or he was too busy increasing his pace to create a steady, rapid rhythm. You gasped as you felt the coil tightening inside you. His pace increased and the sound of his thrusts squelched wetly through the air. You could feel yourself beginning to clench down upon him as your pleasure continued to increase, the pressure building. You bit down on your bicep to try to force yourself to feel something else. Anything else.

This he noticed.

“Ah, don’t do that, sweetheart,” Miles snarled out through gritted teeth, shoving himself roughly and sloppily into you, now. He released one of your legs and grabbed your chin again, forcing his lips back onto yours, licking his tongue deep into your mouth. He hummed and then pulled back with a hiss. “Fuck, baby… Got me so close. Gonna cum in this pussy. Ready, baby? Ready for daddy’s cum?”

“No,” you whined, shaking your head. “No… please…”

You wanted to feel the pleasure.

You didn’t want it to be him.

You didn’t want it like this.

The vrrtep crashed into you like an earthquake, his breathing increasing as his rhythm faltered further, plunging wetly into your depths even more loudly, his balls smacking against your taint with each shove of his cock, pushing his cock inside of you deeper, deep until he pushed in firmly one last time, burying himself in to the hilt and –

“Ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck, yeah baby!”

You squeezed your eyes shut as an indescribable feeling rushed through your veins and made you feel like you were free-falling from the back of your ikran, exhilarating and wild, as you felt him pouring his hot cum deep inside of you, wishing you could drown out the long, loud, lewd moan he released from his throat. His seed coated your fluttering walls as you screamed silently, surrendering reluctantly to the mindless abyss of bliss. He continued to fill her, his balls drawing up and contracting as his pleasure boiled over to rocket his seed in thick ropes deep into her depths until she was full to bursting from the amount of spunk he released. Miles groaned once more, his movements coming to a stop, sighing in contentment before he slowly eased his slick, flaccid cock out before it shrank back into its sheath, , smirking as he watched his silvery blue cum dribbling out of her in thick globs, pooling messily by her bare feet. “Hehe… I filled you up nice and good, baby, didn’t I?” the Recombinant chuckled. He stepped back, pulling up his trousers settling them about his waist without securing them so you could see the stain of your slick upon his pelvis when you glanced his way.

“Now… what’s sah-hey-loo, sweetheart?”

You shook your head, skimming your gaze over his neural queue as he regarded you carefully. Unfortunately, he saw your quick glance and raised a brow. He stepped back towards you and licked at his teeth before reaching over your shoulder and grabbing at your braid and bringing it over your shoulder.

“No! No! Cannot!” you cried out, trying to pull away from him only for your feet to slip in the puddle on the metal floor, sliding your naked body closer to him, instead. “Please!”

Miles smirked, grabbing his own braid and brought it between them, holding up the ends to reveal the pink tendrils on each end of the two queues. His golden eyes met your and brought the ends together, the tendrils reaching for each other. “This makes you mine, don’t it, sweetheart? That’s what sah-hey-loo is, ain’t it?” You hissed at him, trying to jerk back, only to whimper in pain as your neural queue burned sharply. He growled in satisfaction as the wisps slowly entwined, twisting around each other, becoming one and uniting the two of them as life mates.

Forever.

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Originally Posted: 11 October 2023

Word Count: 2,797

AO3

@pandoraslxna, @eyweveng

[foreverlilmeowmeow]

Title: Enlistment Horrors

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x f!reader (Slight ot7 x f!reader)

Word Count: 3.5K

Genre: Angst, Sad, Happy

Summary: You and Jin write letters back and forth while he is away, but what happens when life overwhelms you and you end up in a bad place... what happened when a letter you get could end it all..

Warning: Death of character, Suicide or talk of Suicide, Slight Swearing, if there's other things let me know...

You knew the moment was going to happen sooner or later. The company told each individual that they would have to serve their time and that they would be on hiatus because of this. Your eyes scanning the first letter as Jin, your world-wide handsome, had sent you one letting you know that he had made it safe and sound and that the first couple of days of being there weren’t a walk in the park. The letter explained that the next two years were going to be rough, but you had friends, family, and Army to keep you company. The letter now sitting in your lap as you decided to reread it over happily that at least he could write to you when he could. The words almost smeared as this was the umpteenth time you had read your lover's hand writing. The letter precious as it meant everything to you. It was your special letter.

Dear y/n, 

How are you? Are you staying well? I hope you are eating and sleeping as I miss laying next to you on the nights we both struggle. Being here is a struggle. The early hours are taking a toll on me as you would think I would be used to it by now. The smell of morning dew becoming a favorite as it's probably the only thing keeping me sane and not smell the body order of the other men. 

I hope the others are keeping you company… I miss everyone. I miss Army and most of all I miss you. I miss your laugh, your smile, I miss how you feel when standing right next to me. I miss the way you smell too. The sweet perfume you wear and how it reminded me of our first date. Do you remember our first date? It was at the restaurant Namjoon kept telling us to check out. It was pretty bad, but it made good memories.

I hope you are doing well, my love, I hope work isn’t treating you like garbage and that you are keeping busy. I have to go for now, but know I am thinking about you. My sweet love, how I miss you and can’t wait to come home. Stay safe and tell Army and the others I love them. Sweet dreams.

Your WWH, 

Jin 

Tears started to stain the page as this was probably your first and only letter you got when he started. Messages on Weverse were normal when he was allowed to use his phone or laptop, but other than that you hadn’t gotten another letter as he was probably too busy to write. Your eyes glancing at the time as you knew you had to go to bed as Jungkook had his first signing for his new album and you promised you would join him. Your heart aching as you wish Jin was home. You wanted to hold him and kiss him like he was the last man alive. You missed him. You just hope everything was okay. 

~~~~~

Dear World-Wide Handsome, 

How are you? I hope things are going well and that Jungkook and V both have albums out. Do you believe that? Everyone is slowly coming out with solo albums and soon enough it will be a new rotation of solo stuff as I’m sure you had seen something about Namjoon talking about another album and that he was waiting on V’s new one to come out before he even thought about writing another. The three of them are working so hard that I haven’t really seen much of Suga, Jimin, or J-Hope, but whatever the three are up to, I can promise you they are doing well and staying healthy. They do have me after all and I’m sure with you gone someone had to take your place.

Anyway, I hope things in the military aren’t too rough on you. I know you said things were a bit hard at first, but isn’t that the usual case for things like this? I mean how else will you get strong and be able to help protect Army we all love and care about. If we go to war someone has to be the strongest, it can’t be I or Suga, we're kinda lazy and that says something since he is our cat. God, how is it that the army compared our sweet suga to a cat. He may seem like one but I swear he is much fiercer than that.. Do you remember the silly little nickname… What was it again? Lil kitty cat? Lil genius cat? OH! It was Lil Meow Meow… the army are so creative with their nicknames I can’t seem to stay up to date. The only one I have stuck in my brain is yours but that’s because you repeat it everywhere you go. 

I’ve seen others go to their enlistment. I think some from EXO have gone and a few others. The dancing videos on TikTok are kinda funny, but I haven’t seen any from you. Are you teaching your bunk mates how to dance? That could be funny. I would love to see that and I’m sure so do Army. 

I miss you..

There isn’t a day I don’t think about you and hope you are doing the best to stay healthy and not overworking yourself. 

I need you.

Come home safe, you hear me? 

Anyway, I’m heading to bed now. Namjoon would have a cow if I had stayed up later than I said I would. I love you. Stay safe. 

Your waiting girlfriend, 

y/n.

You sealed the envelope and placed it on your bedside table. You knew that you were going to cross the post office sometime tomorrow, but didn’t know when. Your smile still attached to your lips as you dreamed about Jin and him teaching his bunk mates how to dance to the song “Dynamite”. Your soft giggle echoing the room as you headed to bed hoping time would fly fast and that you could see your lover again. His dreamy voice putting you to sleep as you listen to “The Astronaut” hoping that maybe someday in the future he would be home. You missed him. You truly missed your little Astronaut.

~~~~~

Dear Y/N,

How are you doing? Are you well? Keeping up with the weather as I’m sure summer is being brutal to you right now. Were very hot in the camp we are stationed at. Things are gross and sticky. Sweat is becoming a second skin at this point as the air conditioner broke in the place I am sleeping at and ugh… it's disgusting.

I can’t believe V and Jungkook’s albums are out. I had remembered when V had first talked about his and how he was so nervous that Army would dislike it. I bet they love listening to him sing. His voice has changed since we started and honestly so has yours. I miss your voice. I miss the way it gets high pitched when you're excited about something or the little pout you do when you're upset. I bet you wear that pout so proudly now that I’m not there to say no and that I’m sure Namjoon is caving in left and right when you bat those long eyelashes. You better not be replacing me. I will find out if it's from the guys or from Army. They tell me everything. *laughs*

I’m excited for fall to finally be here. I know it's been a few months since our last exchange of letters or even the first one of mine, but things have been hell since arrival that I hope you understand. I’m sure the others will be coming their way as well. Hobi, Suga, Namjoon, I can see the sadness in their eyes whenever Army brings it up and I just hope they are doing okay. I hope You are doing okay as I know once the last one leaves you’ll be alone for a while. At least until June 2025 when I return. That day will be amazing. I can’t wait to finally be back and be around everyone. I can’t wait to be around you and I know you can’t either. I bet you're jumping for joy right now thinking about it. You’re cute. 

Anyway, love, I have to head to bed now. They’re calling lights out. Sleep well and tell the others and Army I love and miss them. 

Your World-Wide Handsome,

Seokjin

~~~~~

Dear Seokjin, 

How are you? Are you being safe? Are you being well enough to make sure your health is strong as ever? 

I don’t know how to sugar coat this as I know we promised to look after her while you were gone and we tried our best to do so, but… Y/N, ended up in the hospital the other night. She had a breakdown of missing you and stress from work. She… She tried taking her life and honestly it scared me. She seemed so frail and so broken that I was surprised that I didn’t see it coming. She was constantly telling me she was okay and that she didn’t need our help with whatever struggle she was dealing with because there was no trouble, but clearly there was if she tried taking her life just like that.. The scene was so vivid that I just don’t understand why a flower so bright and full of life would do something like that.. I’m scared she won't come home Jin… I wish you could come home so we could all see her smile again. I miss it. I miss you.

I’ll keep you updated on Y/N and make sure you miss nothing. I hope these two years fly by… I need my brothers home again… 

Anyway, stay safe and I purple you…

JHope…

P.S. Don’t tell Y/N that I told you… I would hate to see the look she gives when she finds out. I hate upsetting her, but I feel like you needed to know. Anyway, until next time Hyung.

JHope folded the letter and slipped it in the envelope. He placed it on the counter before grabbing his keys and wallet. V walked over and glanced at it as he asked, “Is this for Hyung?” JHope nodded his head as there was a slight frown to his lips, “Did you tell him about?” JHope nodded once more as V let out a sigh. He didn’t like the idea of Seokjin finding out but he was sure aware of if Army found out how he would then find out and worry while being away. The two males looking at each other as Namjoon entered the room and with the same matching frown asked, “Are you going to go see Y/N?”

JHope nodded his head as he wasn’t really in the mood to talk. He honestly wanted to forget that this whole thing happened and that maybe just maybe if he were to take a nap or go to bed all this would be a dream and that nothing like this would have ever happened.

“Do you care if I tag along and see her as well? I know I have some things I have to do in the studio, but I’m sure a nice visit with her would be nice. What do you say?” Namjoon said as JHope shrugged his shoulders and then grabbed the letter before heading to the door where he slipped on his shoes. Namjoon trailing behind as he looked at V and asked, “You coming along as well or you staying here?”

V grabbed an apple before slowly making his way to his room again, but before he headed down the hall shook his head, “I’m staying here. Seeing her like this just makes the nightmares seem more real. Tell her I say ‘Hi’ though and that I miss her, okay?” 

JHope and Namjoon nodded their heads as they left to go to the car and headed to the hospital, once they got there though, standing in the room next to you was your mother and the look on her face was unpleasant as if she was upset, which she had the right too, just not in the way you would have hoped.

“I can’t believe you two have the nerve of even showing up here..” your mother began as you added a small “Mom…” to the conversation. Her eyes were narrow and unhappy as she continued, “How could you be so selfish, so uncaring, I thought you seven cared for her. Why is she here? Why are you here?”

“Because we do care for her Mrs. Y/L/N… We showed up because we want to make sure that Y/N is okay and that she doesn’t think our status affects how we see her. She is our friend and our family that we would do anything in our own lives to protect and please her. I just-” Namjoon stopped as the look you were giving him was pleading, was to tell him to stop as you knew how your mother was. You felt guilty for even trying to end your own life, but work and missing Jin just piled up on top of you. The worry of the death threats and how life would be so much better if you weren’t in the picture. Army seemed like a case of who was true and who was fake. It all got to you and honestly it was what seemed to drive you over the edge, but seeing JHope and Namjoon here seemed more relaxing than your mother going after them. You felt safe as if the darkness that was swallowing you whole disappeared or at least because Jin wasn’t there to save you. They were indeed your family, your second home. You just hope Jin didn’t find out or things may have been more difficult than you wanted it to be. Your mother huffed as she stormed out JHope taking her spot as he gently grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“How are we feeling today? Any better?” Namjoon asked as you shrugged, “Nothing like your mother hounding you to come home after you tell her that you are waiting for your boyfriend to come home from his enlistment. You know the usual conversation we have since Seokjin left.”

“Is she getting that bad?” JHope asked as you nodded your head, “She thinks because of him being gone he’s the reason I tried. I would never want to leave this world if it meant leaving him alone, but at the same time life just doesn’t seem important if he’s not here by my side.” 

Namjoon hummed.

“Are they going to release you soon? The MAMA awards should be coming up. Would love to see you there.” JHope smiled as he tried to change the topic. 

“I don’t know. Since mom is here they have been trying everything to get me to go to some psych ward to get me tested on shit. If not just to get away from you guys. I honestly don’t see the point when being away from anything that reminds me of Jin would make things ten times worse. I love her, don’t get me wrong, but I’m 26… I can make my own decisions.” You laughed as the boys joined in. Namjoon pulling out his phone as he smiled, showing you a photo of Holly.

“Look how big he’s getting. I can’t believe Yoongi’s dog is such a cutie, I would have seen him as a cat person.” Namjoon said as JHope gave you and him both a look.

“We all know he’s a giant cat, but could you see him taking care of a cat? I mean the litter box would reek! And what about when we are away? Who’s going to take care of it then when Holly can be taken outside and not have to worry about the house smelling.” JHope said as you started giggling. 

The guys smiled, “Thank you J, Joon, I really needed this.” 

“No problem, it's what we are here for.” JHope said as Namjoon nodded.

“Ms. Y/N, your medication?” A nurse said as she walked in. The guys eyed it worriedly.

“It's to help me sleep. Since the night I got here sleep has been an issue. The medication they give me helps me sleep.” You smiled as they sighed with relief that it wasn’t anything serious, “But with that being said… I am gonna have to let you two go. I am getting tired and would like to get some sleep. I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

“Of course.” and they left to head to the post office and then the studio.

~~~~~

Dear My Love,

I finally have time to write to you and boy do I have a lot to tell you. The guys finally told me they wrote to you and yes, I was in the hospital for some time but I promise you things are a lot better now that I’m out and away from my mother.

Things here were a bit hectic as I felt overwhelmed with life that I wasn’t thinking straight and that being in the hospital gave me time to really think about life and that… to be clear almost had JHope killed. (I can’t believe he wrote to you the night AFTER everything happened. I know I can be much, but I wanted things to calm down before you heard anything, but I guess I would rather one of the boys write to you then Army write to you…)

Moving on, I got a new job! I know my last job was a bit repetitive, but I’m doing something that is a bit more relaxing and I get to see you and the others more when you're dancing. What job did I get? Well, Jin, you're looking at the new Janitor or BigHits Entertainment. I know ‘Fancy’ right? *Laughs* I thought it was a funny joke, but at least I get to see you and the other whenever I’m on the clock and it won’t be as weird. I just hate that I’ll be cleaning at night so it will be kinda spooky, but who doesn’t like a good horror.

Anyway, I’m home now. I’m doing a lot better and honestly feeling more safe with the new job and new hours. I even started talking with some of the other idols that work under BigHits. Might even have a few new Biases to add to the collection, but don’t worry Seoky you're still my number one. I love you and only you. *More laughter*

Moving forward, I’m heading off to bed now. Jungkook wants to take me out for breakfast so he told me to head to bed early. I love you bubs. Hope to hear from you soon. 

Y/N

P.S. Where are those dancing videos? I wanna see you and your bunk mates dancing! 

~~~~~

Dear Y/N, 

I am so saddened to hear of the passing of Kim Seokjin. This is an incredibly sad time, but please know there are so many people around you who want to help. 

Seokjin was a caring man. He was a strong member of our community, and his smile will be sorely missed. I know you all must mourn independently, but our hearts go out to you. 

Seokjin was always there to lend a helping hand to a fellow serviceman or woman. He graduated at the top of his group, and we always knew he would accomplish great things. He never let us down, and we know he never let his family down. 

It was a great honor to have served with such an inspiring image of bravery and compassion. Please let me know if there is any way I can support you during this time. 

Your legs buckled from under you. Your eyes blurry as the loudest sob ripped through your chest. You thought it was going to be training, but not telling you how Seokjin went made things even worse. What man or woman would do that to you? What in the right mind would make you think this was okay? Was it because you were his girlfriend? Was it because his parents knew you would want to find out? You didn’t know. You didn’t know and hearing the remaining six men come and check on you, with worried faces, made it clear that something had happened to Jin and no one wanted to find out until you were ready. Namjoon holding you close to his chest as he rocked you back and forth allowing you to sob. Your voice calling out “He’s gone..” repeatedly as Suga looked at JHope who was sharing a gance with V and Jungkook knew that after what had happened needed them the most. The boys taking turns holding you as they read the letter out loud. Namjoon’s head hanging low as they didn’t realize enlistment could lead to death. The boys crying as they mourned their friend. Mourned their brother. The group saying their goodbyes as this was probably the saddest letter they all had ever read. What they didn’t know was that Hobi was next. His letter sitting on the counter as it would soon be his turn.

Warm regards,

Kenji Yamamoto

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 9 - Of Vice and Men

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 8 -- Part 10

Pairing: Mike x Dani x Sy (Yup...) and Mike x Dani

Summary: When Dani finally shows up at Mike's place again, figuring she should really confess her little adventure with Sy, the night takes a very unexpected turn.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral and fingering (f receiving), m/m/f-threesome stuff, drug use (weed and alcohol). P-in-v sex. Some fluff, some angst if you squint a li'l...

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: The first bit was hella inspired by this idea form @marveldcmistress. I wanted to write this as soon as I saw that idea, but it needed a little context. And you get some bonus fucking after it. Anyway, enjoy this little piece of filth. (Or skip it, if this isn't something you're generally into, that's absolutely A-Okay!)

By the by! This chapter takes this fic over 40k words!

“Fuck!” It sounded from the other side of the door. “Fuck! Mike, you dick!”

“Sore loser, Syverson?” God no, it wasn’t true. You dropped the hand you were going to use to knock on the door and seriously considered turning around and walking away. You’d barely talked to Mike for days, and he’d been asking what was wrong, but you hadn’t been able to tell him. How was “I fucked your roommate after an orientation party” ever going to be a message someone didn’t mind hearing? You’d just about die if Mike would all of a sudden confess he’d slept with Ariel or something. 

“Whatever, I’m gonna take a piss,” Sy’s drawl was unmistakable - it had to be him. The remark was followed by heavy footsteps - and the realization that there was no way for you to get out of there in time. The door swung open right in your face. 

“Hi there, Sugar,” Sy grinned before he pushed past you and made his way to the bathroom. 

“Dani!” Mike said, upbeat as ever. He raced to the door as a puppy that was happy to see his owner again after a long day. “Come in! You’re not going home for the holidays?” You explained to Mike that your parents both worked in a hospital and couldn’t get any time off work, so you’d decided to stay put instead of exhaust yourself traveling all over the place.

“You?” You asked as you walked into the room and dropped yourself on the couch. 

“Divorce is wonderful. My mom would rather spend Christmas with her girlfriends and their mid-life crises on a cruise in the Bahamas or wherever, and my dad can’t be arsed to remember he has a son ever since Jessica and her two wonderful daughters showed up in his life.” Shit, you wished you hadn’t asked so casually. 

“It’s okay, Dani,” he chuckled, “I’m kind of glad you’ll be here. Do you have plans for New Year's Eve?” How had this not come up yet? You’d made plans with Sloane and Ari back in September, but they were both seeing guys - casually, but still - so perhaps…

“I was going to go out with my friends, but maybe you want to tag along?” You suggested. Mike looked happy that you’d want him around. 

“If they’re okay with that, I’d love to. We can sleep here, if you want?” 

“Are you avoiding awkward morning confrontations with my roommates, Mike?” You laughed as you shook your head. 

“Oh, one hundred percent.” You had to admit that you appreciated the honesty. “But I guess I don’t have the right, since you were surprised by Sy’s presence last weekend.” God, no! That was impossible! Except it wasn’t, because from that stupid grin on his face you could very clearly tell that he knew. “Sy told me you guys slept together. It’s no big deal, Dani.” 

“No big deal? I’d go absolutely ballistic if you told me you screwed one of my roommates…”

“We can’t all be as chill as I am,” Mike joked as he pulled me into a hug. You were curled up next to him on the couch when Sy came back. You moved your feet in as closely as they would go, but the couch was a little on the small side for the three of you, what with Sy being as broad as he was and Mike taking up a surprising amount of space for someone so lanky. 

“Kill the game, Sy, there’s ladies present now.”

“I don’t see any.” Sy looked around theatrically, and the second he looked away from you you kicked him in the thigh. “Fuck!” He grabbed your ankles and pulled them into his lap, holding onto them firmly when you tried to pull back. The extra space was welcome, but you weren’t quite sure how comfortable Mike would be with you having your feet in Sy’s lap, given the circumstances - especially since you were wearing a skirt, although it was long enough, even in this position. You looked up at him and found him looking down at you. 

“Comfy?” He chuckled when he saw your surprise. “You can just relax, Dani, it’s in the past.” But you couldn’t relax. You were worried about grades, and Sy, and Mike, sad that you weren’t going to be home for the holidays and miserable when you considered that nobody else would be there, even if you did go home, because your parents didn’t have the time. It wasn’t entirely fair, you knew that, but you felt a little alone. And did you mention sad? 

“We were planning on drinking and watching dumb movies, you in, babe?” Mike pulled you from your thoughts, and repeated the question when he realized you hadn’t heard a thing. You nodded in reply; it actually sounded like a good way to take your mind off things. The boys had clearly already started part A of the whole scheme, judging from the several empty bottles on the small table and the faint smell of beer that surrounded Mike. Sy reached into the mini fridge that sat next to the couch and handed you a bottle. Your hand was shaking when you took it from him. 

“Jesus, baby, you need to relax.” It was easier said than done; you were tense from the thoughts running through your head, and Sy’s presence didn’t exactly do anything to help the situation. Then, there was the fact that you noticed that your restlessness was putting Mike on edge, which wasn’t a good place for him to be, either. 

“Mike, go smoke or something,” Sy laughed all of a sudden. Next to you, you felt Mike make some erratic movements that you guessed were intended to tell Sy to shut up. 

“You smoke, Mike?” you asked curiously. As far as you knew, he wasn’t a regular smoker - you’d never seen him with a cigarette in hand, at least - but given his unruly disposition (and by that you meant: ADHD) you wouldn’t be surprised if he sometimes indulged in something more calm-inducing and mellowing than alcohol or tobacco. 

“Eh… Occasionally,” he responded before sending a chilling glare Sy’s way. 

“Like… Cigarettes?” you asked while raising one eyebrow at him. 

“Herbally augmented ones,” Mike responded dryly while he rolled his eyes, as if he was waiting for you to berate him. 

“Got enough to share?” You asked carefully. Mike’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and he nodded enthusiastically. From the looks of it, he wasn’t used to people being chill about this.

The three of you prepared to go outside - naturally, the list of things August would commit murder over included ‘smoking indoors’. When Mike suddenly stood still in the middle of the hallway, both you and Sy bumped into him. 

“Should we invite Geralt?” That one came as a bit of a shock to you, he seemed so… uptight, you had expected more of a ‘just say no’-type. 

“No, you shouldn’t.” The voice - very clearly belonging to Geralt himself - came from somewhere inside Geralt’s bedroom. It made a lot more sense now; turning off those senses was probably a necessity rather than just a pleasure at times. 

“I thought they’d be done by now,” Mike joked softly to Sy.  

“Poor girl won’t walk for a week,” Sy chuckled back at him. From behind the door, you heard someone rummage around, followed by heavy footsteps. Mike ducked behind you - God dammit, it was a good thing he was cute, because he wasn’t exactly a tough guy. 

The door swung open to reveal an agitated Geralt in a pair of black sweatpants - and, from what your unconsciously wandering eyes gathered, nothing else. If there was an eloquent way to describe what you saw, you couldn’t come up with it: Your idiot brain full-on got stuck on “ho-ly shit” and you struggled - hard - to keep your thoughts out of the fucking gutter. Fact the first; Geralt was ripped. We’re talking borderline body-builder level shredded. Fact the second; He was half naked, and it was distracting beyond belief. Fact the third; you had a boyfriend. And apparently, Geralt wasn’t exactly eligible, either - at least not right now. So your staring was completely inappropriate, and you had to fucking stop it. But no matter how hard you tried to tear your eyes away from this beast of a man, you just couldn’t seem to do it. Every time you managed to redirect your gaze somewhere other than his abs - or lower - you found something else to be distracted by. His chest (chiseled, hairy, sweaty and heaving to the rhythm of heavy breathing - as if he’d been… running), his silver hair (falling loosely around his face instead of the usual neatly pulled back style; definitely sex-hair), his thick brows (Dani, what the fuck?). The moment seemed to last an eternity… 

“Michael, Nathan, for fuck’s sake, go,” he hissed through gritted teeth (hot) before he even looked into the hallway. When his amber eyes shot up to death-stare Mike and Sy in the face, they revealed that Geralt clearly hadn’t expected to meet your gaze first. “And Danielle. Hi, sorry.” His agitation seemed to dissipate and with it, his attitude. While Geralt seemed to deflate, Mike puffed up behind you, chest out - chin up, no doubt, but you couldn’t see - and fingers digging into your waist possessively. 

“He used our full names, man, run,” Sy laughed as he made a break for the stairs. 

“After you, Dani,” Mike said through gritted teeth, nudging you towards the stairs with urgency. He lingered behind you for a second. 

“Put on a shirt next time, dick,” you heard him hiss. Was it just your imagination, or was there a hint of insecurity to his voice?

“Shit, this is good,” you said as you handed the joint to Sy, “where did you get that stuff?”

“Leon,” Mike shrugged. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you close. It was freezing outside, weather reports even predicted snow. 

“Didn’t strike me as the type to deal drugs,” you wondered out loud. 

“He just negotiated a deal with the guys who do,” Mike laughed quietly, “he knew what they were up to, because he’s Leon, and because they’re pretty much full time potheads, they needed him a lot. Gets us a very welcome discount.”

“And by ‘us’ you mean…” 

“I think the words you’re lookin’ for are ‘all y’all’, Sugar,” Sy drawled with a deep chuckle, “but yeah. All of us indulge from time to time.”

“August?” You asked, wide-eyed and giggling. You didn’t laugh because it was entirely unbelievable or something - let’s face it, that man needed to get high more than the rest of them - you just found a lot of things weirdly funny right now.

“When he ain’t got his girl ‘round to slap the livin’ shit out of,” Sy whispered grimly. Your head spun around so fast you hurt a muscle in your neck, but you ignored it. 

“Excuse me?!” 

“Not like that, babe,” Mike said. You felt one of his legs brush past you on its way to Sy’s shin. “And forget Sy mentioned that, it’s none of our business.” He said the last part more to Sy than to you. For someone who was well on his way to having smoked half of that joint you were supposed to be sharing, Mike sounded surprisingly level-headed. After a while, you angrily came to the conclusion that it wasn’t just Mike who hadn’t been sharing. 

“Hey!” You said while reaching for the joint. Your voice was thick with annoyance at being passed over. Who did they think they were, hogging all the good stuff?

“I’m not carrying you up two flights of stairs, baby,” Mike said as he pressed his forehead against yours. The smirk on his face was even dumber than usual - it was fucking adorable. 

“You could,” you pouted. Mike traced your pushed out bottom lip with his thumb before pressing his own lips to yours. 

“But I’m not going to,” he answered when he pulled away. Another soft peck landed on the tip of your nose. You had to admit you were starting to get a little unsure of your footing at times - you could get up the stairs, but maybe not in a straight line. You wouldn’t fall, though, you could do this. 

“Why don’t you go ahead, darlin’,” Sy laughed, “we’ll be up.” Standing outside with nothing more to do seemed like a fool’s game; you were cold and wanted to be under a warm, cozy blanket. Mike chuckled when you sighed reluctantly before heeding Sy’s advice. As the door closed and you disappeared out of earshot, their conversation continued. 

“You’re a lucky man, Mikey,” Sy sighed as he lifted the joint up to his lips, “she’s a damn good one in the sack.”

“You’d know,” Mike laughed. Somehow, he felt more threatened by that little spat with a half-naked and impressively angry Geralt, than by the fact that Sy had actually shagged his girlfriend. Actually, considering the fact that he and Sy weren’t strangers to sharing girls, it maybe wasn’t so strange after all. 

“Y’know what, I’m glad I never asked her number,” Sy sounded very sincere, “y’all are good together.”

“I’m glad too,” Mikey said with his signature mischievous look in his eyes, “she sucks dick like a pro.” The weed was doing its job because the guys couldn’t keep their laughter down. 

“Wonder who taught her that, because it wasn’t me.” The laugh that came from him wasn’t completely genuine, Mike noticed, it was almost as if he was a little jealous. 

“No good with you?”

“Don’t remember her tryin’. And I feel I’d’a remembered.” Sy shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him much. “I was just glad she wasn’t one of them girls that just do it to return the favor, y’know.” That he wasn’t lying about.

“Eh…” Mike scratched the back of his head. 

“You’ve never…”

“Once. High school girlfriend. She told me I was bad and I’ve been kinda scared ever since,” Mike seemed very interested in the color of his shoes all of a sudden. 

“Well, I can always show you what she likes,” Sy half-joked as he dropped the butt of the joint in the ashtray on the windowsill before disappearing inside. 

You were much more comfortable between Sy and Mike now. The three of you had assumed the same positions on the couch you had before; you were snuggled up to Mike, with your feet resting in Sy’s lap. After a while, the chilly air in the room distracted you from the terrible horror slashfest that was going on on the TV in front of you. As soon as you shivered, Mike jumped up and grabbed you a blanket. It was nice, being tucked in between them. Some time later, you noticed that Sy’s fingers were drawing firm circles over the bottoms of your feet; the feeling was nice, and it made you hum and snuggle into Mikey further. He replied by sliding his hand underneath the blanket to your waist. You couldn’t see the meaningful look the two exchanged above you, both thinking about the last thing Sy had mentioned when they’d been outside. 

Sy’s hands found their way underneath the blanket, too, and the circular motions of his fingers slowly worked their way up your calves. It startled you, and you pulled your legs in, crawling further into Mike, lookin up wide-eyed, not scared, but definitely confused. 

“Relax, baby,” Mike said with a cheeky wink - the kind of wink that really only meant one thing; he was in on this… The thought alone turned your pussy into a dripping mess, but something in your mind told you you were crazy for thinking Mike was okay with this. You weren’t even quite sure you were okay with this. That night with Sy had been good, sure, but it had been just that - one night. You weren’t sure you wanted him again - and you were sure you didn’t want to complicate things with Mike, though you weren’t quite sure there was such a thing as complicated when it came to Mike. He generally didn’t seem to do ‘complicated’. And there was one thing about that night you had missed. Something no other guy - not that there had been many in the meantime - had been able to do as well. Something Mike hadn’t done at all… You remembered your conversation with Sloane and Ariel about that hookup - and while Slo’s alliterations had been a little over the top, the gist of it was that you’d spent the majority of that conversation raving about Sy’s incredibly skilled mouth. When his fingers reached the inside of your thighs and Mike’s hands had slowly moved from your waist to your chest, you started to squirm. 

“Shit, Mike, she’s worse at sitting still than you.”

“If I didn’t know any better…”

“I’d say this turned her on.”

“I’d check, but I can’t reach,” Mike laughed. The sound was mellow and thick and it just sounded so delightfully stoned that you couldn’t help but laugh yourself. That laugh turned into a giggle when Sy took that little hint and one hand traveled further up your thigh, suddenly snaking between your legs, pushing your skirt up as it moved up, and up, and up, until the tips of his fingers rested softly against your pussy. You whined when he traced them back and forth along your covered slit a few times and Mike’s hand lazily toyed with one of your nipples through your bra. One finger slipped into your panties and dragged a single line between your folds. 

“Oh, no, she’s definitely into this,” Sy chuckled. This time, you did see the meaningful look that the boys gave each other, and you gasped. Not only were they okay with this whole thing; they’d done it before. You moaned softly when Mike softly pinched your nipple, right at the time when Sy slipped a finger into your wetness. The combination of your high and the feeling of two sets of hands on your skin fueled the fire inside you, and you moved your hips to give Sy easier access. 

“Shit, she really is.” It was Mike’s turn to chuckle. Judging from the situation in his jeans, he wasn’t exactly having a terrible time, either. One finger became two, and though you were more than wet enough to accommodate the added girth, you squirmed when he pushed into you. Mike looked mostly focused on the TV while playing with your boobs, although his eyes darted in your direction often. Maybe he just felt that it wouldn’t make you more comfortable to have him staring down at you the whole time - and he’d be right. Things changed pace when Mikey all of a sudden pulled you up and started lifting your sweater. You gladly helped him take it off. It was Sy’s cue to take off your underwear, which went surprisingly easily. He slipped off the couch, onto the floor in front of you, two fingers quickly finding their way back to tease at your entrance. 

"Please," you sighed before you could stop yourself. The boys laughed at your plea.

"Feel good, baby?" Mike whispered in your ear. His tongue traced your ear and traveled down your neck. The incredible feeling of Mikey sucking on the tender skin of your throat was rivaled only by the feeling of Sy's hot breath on your cunt, which came closer and closer until his tongue hit your clit. 

"Fuck," you spoke hoarsely as you tried to register it all; Mike's stubbled jaw, soft lips and sharp teeth, ravaging your neck, no doubt marking you up with little lovebites everywhere, his slim hands feverishly kneading your breasts, and Sy's scruffy beard scratching between your legs as his tongue lapped away at your clit, fingers curling inside your pussy, pressing against that special spot that made your legs tense up from the intense pleasure. Your hand reached for Mikey's head, fingers tangling with his hair, as the other made its way to Sy's, pressing his face closer to you. Fuck, if he kept this up you were going to cum in less than a minute. You caught a glimpse of Mike's eyes as he looked at your writhing body, right before capturing your lips with his, and realized right then just how much you wanted it to be him down there between your thighs. 

"Baby," you moaned into his mouth, nudging his head down firmly. He took the hint - not that it was in any way subtle - and slid off the couch to join Sy, who must have felt the movement next to him, because he stopped doing what he was doing right before you were about to cum, and pulled away. 

You whined at the loss of friction and pouted as you looked down at the men who were sitting between your legs. They grinned at each other before each putting a hand behind your knee and pushing your legs up on the couch, spreading you wide open. Your brain almost shut down trying to comprehend everything that happened next; one mouth near each of your knees, biting, sucking and licking its way toward your center so fucking slowly it made you want to cry; one side flaring up with the occasional sting of a lovebite, the other plagued by the constant chafing of course hair against delicate skin. Fingers tracing your leg faster in a race to your core that ended with two hands fighting for entrance between your legs, until they ultimately gave up and four eager fingers found their way inside your throbbing heat. They were rough in their enthusiasm, making you squirm when they stretched you a little too far. Occasional chuckles slipped from their throats as they relished the view of your endlessly writhing body above them. They looked at you, each in their own distinct way; Sy cocky and amused - and rightfully so: the arrogant bastard knew exactly what he did to you and every bit of that confident smirk was deserved - and Mikey curious, selfless and eager to learn new ways to please you. You rolled your hips against their movements, fucking yourself entirely goddamn stupid on their fingers as their faces moved in closer. 

"Fuck, Sugar," he chuckled before raising his eyebrows at Mike. "Easy one, brother, she's doing half the work for you." 

Mike's fingers slipped out of you, which would have been very upsetting if they hadn't immediately been replaced by his tongue. You gasped when he found the swollen little pearl that begged so desperately for attention. Fuck, even if Sy was right and you were doing half the work by writhing against him, you didn't give a damn; nothing was going to stop you from fucking yourself to heaven and back on Sy's fingers and Mikey's tongue. It came sooner than expected, and after you rode out your high, Sy's fingers left your pussy and he climbed back onto the couch with you, that cocky grin still firmly set on his face.

"I think she's got another one in her, Mike," he said as he wrapped his arms around you. He didn't try to kiss you, which you appreciated, but he did take a thorough interest in your tits. Fingers dug into the soft flesh of your boobs and circled your nipples. They were later replaced by his warm mouth, gently sucking and biting down on the pebbled skin. 

Mike's rhythm was less stable now that he had both his hands and mouth to worry about, and the contrast with a minute ago turned his moments unsure until his mouth left your skin and he focused on his hands. You weren't having it; one hand twisted itself into his hair and pulled his face back to where you felt it belonged. 

"He's a li'l shy, Sugar," Sy drawled in your ear so softly that you doubted Mike had even heard it. You understood the assignment.

"Baby, don't stop," you whined - with an extra side of extra whiny - as you kept nudging his head in the direction you wanted it to go, "it was so good." The decision to wrap his lips around your clit again was rewarded with a high pitched squeal that came from deep within you. This time, too, you unconsciously helped Mike keep his rhythm by writhing your hips into him. When he made the executive decision to forget about his hands - the right choice; kid just couldn't multitask for shit - and focus on his tongue, you felt yourself on the climb up towards your second orgasm. Fuck, he was good, and the sight of that gorgeous face between your legs was so fantastic that your eyes were glued on him - provided you were able to keep them open, anyway. Your climax approached swiftly, and with a perfectly timed flick of his tongue, Mike tilted you over the edge and eagerly took in every drop of arousal that spilled from you before joining you on the couch. The boys pulled you back into the position you had started your night in - leaning into Mike, feet in Sy's lap - and covered you with the blanket. No one brought up anything else - not even the raging boners they both obviously had. When you tentatively rubbed Mike through his jeans, he just pulled your hand away and shook his head and winked at you.

The whole thing felt like a dream when you woke up in Mike’s arms the next morning, though you couldn’t decide if it was a good or bad one. Slowly but surely, the notion that it had been the worst idea in the history of humanity wormed its way into your brain, and you wanted nothing more than to get out of bed, but Mike was still asleep and he was holding you close. Without realizing it, your quiet panic woke him up. 

“Dani, what’s wrong? It’s early,” he mumbled into your ear. 

“I have to go, Mike,” you said under your breath as you strained against the arms that held you firmly in place. 

“No, you don’t,” Mike said, all of a sudden sounding very alert, “we need to talk.” You knew he was right, but the thought scared you nonetheless. 

“We did that,” you said shyly, “while we’ve only been on one date. With the room… I’m not going to explain why it’s fucking weird.” 

“Did you have fun?” Mike asked. You stared at him in disbelief. What the hell did that matter? “It was weird, Mike.” 

“Did you have fun?” He asked again. From the look on his face you could tell he wouldn’t let that go. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “weird but fun.” 

“So think about that. I know I am. We were a little drunk, a lot stoned, sometimes you do weird stuff. Forgive and forget the weird bit, remember the fun bit, you’re good to go.” 

“I guess…” 

“And for the record; you’ve been on one date with me. I’ve been on two dates with you.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that. 

“Hey, there’s that pretty smile.” Mike grabbed your chin to turn your face to his. You loved hearing him say that, it did something to you. Forget the weird, remember the fun, you chanted as you thought about the night before. What about the bit you had been longing for but never got? Your unasked question was answered when Mike pressed his lips to yours and immediately set your insides on fire. After a few minutes, filled with soft kisses on your lips, neck, shoulders and boobs; tongues trailing and tracing; teeth pulling and biting, Mike’s hands started wandering over your body. He was impatient today, which was great, because so were you. After a hasty expedition down your torso, he found you dripping wet - the lovely result of the night before, the dream about the night before, and the few blissful minutes with his mouth all over your body. He looked up at you, grinning widely before dipping his head below the covers and making his way down, leaving kisses and love bites in his wake. For a brief moment, he examined his handiwork from the night before, and found your left leg covered in small bruises. The other was covered in beard-burn, but that went in the direction of his mental trash bin - not his circus, not his monkeys, right? He didn’t tease you, which you appreciated; all you wanted was to feel his mouth on you, and he happily obliged. It started with a few lazy kisses along your slit, followed by a careful flick of his tongue against your already swollen clit. Before long, you were grinding yourself against his mouth again, as Mike eagerly pressed his tongue to the sensitive pearl between your legs. 

“Fuck, Mikey!” You cooed as you felt the pressure in your stomach build. “Don’t stop!” He didn’t. Instead, he unraveled you with his tongue, only ending his efforts when the last wave of your orgasm had passed. If he’d been impatient before, it was nothing compared to him now. He scrambled to grab a condom off the shelf over the headboard, and if putting them on were an Olympic sport, he’d have medaled for sure. 

“Wait!” You said, and were immediately faced with puppy-eyes that belonged to a man who clearly didn’t want to wait.

“Dani!” He whined, really dragging out that last i. As adorable as you found the whole thing, you weren’t blessed with much patience this morning, either. 

“Ok, fine!” You said quasi-annoyed, rolling your eyes at Mike’s very enthusiastic expression. When he didn’t move, you got suspicious. “What?”

“Turn around,” he said, laughing when your eyes widened, “please?” Fuck, those goddamn eyes, you seriously doubted you’d ever be able to refuse this guy: All he had to do was look at you with those fucking puppy-eyes and you were a puddle at his feet. So you listened and turned over on your stomach, getting tangled up in the logistics of legs and bodies and what not. He pulled you onto your knees, taking advantage of the great view of you ass he had this way, being himself and biting you, very quickly, before squeezing and kneading away while lining his cock up with the entrance to your drenched pussy. As previously established; he was impatient. It just turned out that you had no idea just how impatient. With one quick thrust, Mike sank all the way into you. The angle that came with your current position took him deep, a little too deep.

“Ow!”

“Sorry!” His next move was slower, more controlled and it allowed you to move yourself into a better position. “Better?” You couldn’t do anything other than nod and gasp when he slid into you again. 

“Fuck!” This was good, so, so good. You quickly lost your train of thought and threw your hips back to meet Mike’s thrusts. He chuckled at your enthusiasm. His fingers dug into your skin when he gripped you tight so he could pull you back onto his cock himself. Every time his hips slammed into you, the noises that escaped from your throat became more high pitched and louder; you buried your head in a pillow to muffle them but you were fairly sure you didn’t have a prayer that no one else would hear. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered; your entire world consisted of Mike and you, and sex and sweat and this new but incredible feeling of getting railed from behind six ways to sunday - or monday, today was sunday, even though you were entirely convinced you’d be bruised inside and out tomorrow. Who gave a fuck about a little pain, especially when it hurt so good? Whether it lasted too long or too short was a question you’d probably never be able to answer, but when Mike finished and fell down on the bed next to you, your body was glad it was over even though your mind still screamed for more. 

“Just so we’re clear,” Mike grinned at you, “you liked that, right?” Someone should teach the dirty bastard to stop asking these ridiculous questions. You tickled his side, and squealed when he grabbed your wrists. 

“Shit! Yes, Mikey, I liked that.” Despite being slightly embarrassed to admit it, it would take a far better actress than you were to talk yourself and Mike into believing that your racy little performance had been a lie. “What’s it matter?” Mike let go of your hands and looked at you as if you’d gone insane. 

“First, call me a sentimental douche but I think sex is better when everyone involved is having fun,” he said while he poked at your sides, and for a moment you were charmed by the sweetness of that statement, “and second, I’ve never been with a girl who liked getting nailed from behind like that, which is very convenient for me because it happens to be my favorite position. Any further ridiculous questions?” The entire statement was so wildly Mike-esque that you couldn’t be mad at it or disgusted by it even if you tried. Besides, there wasn’t a single part of that statement that wasn’t completely true.

“One,” you chuckled in reply to his question, “feel like having another go at taking an uninterrupted shower with me?”

The second floor bathroom was occupied, and you could see it in his eyes.

“If that’s Sy…” he began to whisper to you before being interrupted by the person on the other side of the bathroom door. 

“It’s not.” Of course it was Geralt. That hearing of his was both scary and amazing. The two of you hurried to the other bathroom, laughing at what had just happened. 

“Do I need to feel guilty about that? Did we just do to him what Sy did to us?” Mike wondered out loud as you got in the shower, still snickering. 

“First, Mikey, we didn’t do anything,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close, “and no. You would have found out if it was Sy, and even if it had been him, you probably would have just come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be funny if he was in there by himself.”

“Are you suggesting we wait until he has a girlfriend, too, and then get him back for that?”

“No. I’m suggesting you shut up.” Had Mike just called you his girlfriend?

-> Part 10

[eldritchsurveys]

1201.

What was the highlight of your day? >> Sparrow made me a ginger bok choy soup and I don't know if this will give me cramps later but at least I got to eat something that actually tastes good.

Do you know anyone who is anorexic? >> I used to, but I don't think anyone I currently know is anorexic. Are you dating the person you texted last? . Who has hurt you the most this year? .

What's the last insult someone said to you? .

Was it a boy or a girl to text you last? . Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? >> I don't. Maybe if the storm that's currently rolling in is a good one I'll go out to the stoop to watch it, but otherwise I'm fine here in my room. Have you ever given up on someone for good? >> Sure.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? .

How much did your car cost? .

Will you have a boyfriend/girlfriend in 6 months? . Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? .

When was the last time you hugged someone? .

What is the last picture you received on your phone of? .

Are you better at remembering names or faces? >> I can remember both fairly easily.

Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? >> I have.

Have you ever let someone go because you thought they deserved better? >> I have not done this. Who did you last share a taxi with? >> Sparrow, I assume.

Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now? >> There is not. What do you hear right now? >> Thunder rolling, my typing, Sparrow talking to the cat because he is afraid of storms or whatever. Do you remember the first time you met the last person you kissed? .

Do you like polka-dotted things? >> I don't.

Do you do anything to help the environment? >> I... don't? Like, how do I answer this, lol. My little old existence isn't hurting ~the environment~ in the first place. What do you think of people who complain about Valentine's Day? >> I don't think anything specific about them. I generally assume when people complain a lot about V-Day, they're actually upset about something else (loneliness, dredged-up heartbreak, social pressure, the oppressive weight of amanormativity, whatever) and V-Day is just an easy target for their angst. Have you ever had to get stitches? >> I have.

When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong? .

What was the last thing you wore that was black? >> I'm wearing a black undershirt right now.

Is your tongue pierced? >> It is not. Do you think that you have a pretty smile? >> I do!

What month were you born in? >> May.

When's the last time you cried over a guy? .

Are you keeping a secret that would shock people if they found out? .

What pissed you off yesterday? >> Being hungry and not being able to do anything about it. The person you like at the moment finds someone new, what is your reaction? . Are you scared to lose the person you fell the hardest for? .

Has anyone seen you in your underwear this month? >> Sure, multiple times. Is your life falling apart or coming together? >> Neither? Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now? .

Do you know anyone in the army? >> I do not. Wait, Sparrow's brother-in-law is in some military branch or another but I don't recall which one. Do you have any friends that actually model? >> I do not.

If you could go back in time and change something, would you? . Do you care about the last person you kissed? .

Do they care about you? .

Are you for or against gay marriage? >> lmao remember when like every fucking survey had this question on it Ever kissed someone whose name started with A, B, C, & D? >> Oh, I don't remember. Is there someone you wish you were with right now? . Do you still talk to the person you liked 3 months ago? .

When do you want to get married? >> I got married in 2019.

Do you know anyone who’s committed suicide? >> I do not.

Have you ever imagined how it would feel kissing a certain someone? .

Would you fall apart if that last person you kissed died? .

Is there anyone who doesn't like you? >> I'm sure there is.

When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face? .

What was the last thing you cried about? >> Being frustrated about not being able to just eat normally.

Do you have nice eyes? >> I sure do.

What are the bad things you've heard people say about you? >> I only remember this sort of thing when I'm in flashback and I'm certainly not trying to be in one now.

Is there anyone that is jealous of you or anything that you have? >> I don't know, man. People aren't usually that transparent and frank about how they feel about other people.

How many true friends do you have? .

Does anyone disgust you? >> I've been disgusted by people, sure, but they aren't people I have to deal with or anything.

Do you flirt a lot? >> I don't flirt at all. Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? >> I have not.

What phrase or saying do you use the most? >> I have no idea. I say a lot of things frequently, as I'm sure most people do.

What mood are you in right now? >> Eh. Neutral, I guess.

Have you ever kissed someone that was high? >> Many times. Are you waiting for anything? >> I am not.

Do you have a good relationship with your mother? .

Do you think Jersey people are annoying? >> I was born and raised in New Jersey and I still have no idea what the hell this means. People in general are annoying, lmao, that's not a state-specific thing.

How many exes do you have? >> Enough.

Did anyone break up with you in the last 5 days? >> No.

Who was the last person that broke your heart? . Do you love anyone? .

Do you want to be single or with someone? >> I would love to be in an intimate emotionally-connected relationship with someone, but I still have no idea how that's supposed to happen. What song are you listening to right now? .

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? .

Does your mom think you’re a virgin? .

Is there someone that wants you to give them a second chance? .

Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? . Would you rather get high or have sex right now? >> por que no los dos (they go very well together) Do you know anyone with a star tattoo right by their hip bone? >> I do not.

Did anyone give you anything last Valentine's Day? >> No. Do you keep condoms in your room? >> I do not.

What do you think about people who party a lot? >> What is there to think? I'm glad they're enjoying themselves, unless they're not, in which case I hope they figure that out and find something that they do enjoy. Have you ever been caught sneaking out of your house? >> No.

How much time do you spend on AIM a day? >> well, that's this survey carbon-dated, innit Is there a secret you've never told your parents? . Ever kissed someone over 30? >> lmao

What size bra do you wear? >> I don't remember. 34D or something like that Does the person you last kissed still like you? . Are your parents still together? . Was your first time good or bad? >> Entirely unremarkable.

[ppeonppeonhan]

15 people, 15 questions

I was tagged by a new mutual zimmbzon in this fun little getting-to-know-you quiz.

Are you named after anyone?

Real name: Yes, a saint (first) and my grandma (middle).

Tumblr handle: It means "shameless" in Korean. Jungkook of BTS said that word perfectly described V, and it stuck with me -- and not many foreign words do. Plus, it perfectly encompassed the content I share here. 😜

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, thinking about Night potentially unaliving himself if he reaches his limit with Day's emotional abuse, and Mhok being triggered to remember his sister's death if he witnesses the attempt and tries to stop him. (#LastTwilight) In real life, making myself cry worrying about shit that didn't or might not even happen is my specialty. Anxiety perpetually at 11.

Do you have kids?

Do my parents count?

What sports do you/have you played?

If I were athletically inclined, I'd play soccer, baseball, tennis, volleyball, and hockey. But I am extremely accident prone, and deeply disinterested in anymore ER visits.

Do you use sarcasm?

My best friend gifted me this in college, so...probably.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Whether or not they feel comfortable around me. It helps me gauge how much of my personality I should show. Am I starting at a 10 or a 2? I know we'll be good friends if I can hit 10 before we part ways.

What is your eye color?

I wish my eye color was violet or that eye color changed based on your emotions. This thought inspired by my recent viewing of both Dungeons & Dragons and the new Percy Jackson Disney series.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Love a happy ending, but only if it makes sense and doesn't seem tacked on after a major unresolved conflict. I only do scary if it's a murder mystery, cause it's like solving a puzzle.

Any talents?

I don't panic under pressure. If anything, it's when I excel the most. Which...is probably a trauma response, but whatever. Lol I've also always been good at seeing the potential in people, whether they were famous or a work colleague. Like I can tell when someone is going to excel in life and what they would excel at.

Random example: Jesse Plemons. Who could've predicted him going from dorky Landry in Friday Night Lights to a respected character actor across film & TV? Me. I did. Who could've predicted he would marry Kirsten Dunst and have kids? Nobody. That one was a curveball. Lol I mean, his competition was Josh Hartnett. Be fucking for real.

Where were you born?

On the East Coast.

What are your hobbies?

I work too much to have substantial hobbies, but if I had time, I would do these more: skateboard, write fiction, photography, wander new cities/neighborhoods, make crafts, explore museums, cook new recipes, learn how to play the drums, and learn Korean + Thai + Tagalog.

Do you have any pets?

No, I'm afraid of having to bury them -- and I don't want to clean up poop. Lol But if I could have pets, I'd get a parrot, an iguana, a lot of different fish, and whatever breed of dog Henry Cavill has. For now, I'll stick to my 8 plants. (RIP to the previous 7.)

How tall are you?

Tall enough to reach things for all of my under 5'4" friends -- of which I have many.

What was your favorite subject in school?

Science, but I was very bad at it. Lol I excelled mostly at Math, English, and Spanish.

What is your dream job?

Storytelling in all its forms. But based on my career trajectory, I'd be happy to settle for a marketing job that allows me to craft very subtle product placement in a series or film.

I'm tagging... @my-rose-tinted-glasses, @wanderlust-in-my-soul, @gothicbarbie, @mikuni14, @heretherebedork, @liyazaki, @mooninagust to post their responses, if they haven't already.

But it's TOTALLY optional. Happy motherf*ckin' New Year! 🤸🏿‍♀️