#I'm scooping ya damn brains out

[crowandmousewritingco]

Late Nights

Pairing: Marcus Pike x gn!reader

Words: 673

Rating: G (mentions of anxiety spirals)

Summary: Your brain keeps you up and a certain FBI agent keeps you company.

Author: Mod Mouse

Notes: I wrote this after having a particularly bad anxiety night so I hope this helps others when the brain juice is no good. Also unrelated but I'm surprised I've never written for this Marcus before considering my love of art so I have a feeling I will write for him more!

Late nights weren’t a new thing for the two of you. One a curator for the Smithosian’s American Art museum and the other an FBI agent dealing in art forgeries. There was always a case that needed extra work done after office hours. It was typical for the both of you to see the wee hours of the morning fueled by the strongest coffee. 

But today wasn’t one of those times. This time it was your own damn head keeping you up to the wee hours of the morning. At least with the reports you could control when you could fall asleep. But your brain was a fickle creature. Uncontrollable anxiety spiral was the choice for tonight. You had to distract your brain. 

The tv slowly played in your living room. A past favorite show playing as background noise to keep your mind from spiraling anymore. The warm cup of chamomile you held in your hands is your only hope for any semblance of medicine tonight. Absent-mindedly you watched the character repeat the same scenes that at this point you have memorized. 

The female protagonist goes on a date with a guy from her office. He says all the right things and she thinks to herself “I can’t be falling for him.” But the more they talk the more they both realize the same conclusion. Cheesy but you love it. 

You were so sucked into the comfort show that you didn’t realize your husband had walked into the living room. “Honey what’s got you up this late?” You turn to see Marcus standing at the edge of the hallway, flannel robe wrapped around himself. A Christmas present from your first Christmas as a couple all those years ago. 

“You know. Sometimes your brain mixes the wrong kind of cocktail,” You shrugged tiredly. 

Marcus frowned softly. He knew you too well not to notice the use of humor to deflect the situation. “Hun,” He said softly as he sat next to you on the couch. 

Your body unconsciously leaned into his side, like you’ve done for the whole time you’d been together. “Can’t fool you huh?” You chuckled with a sniffle as tears pricked your eyes. 

“Do you want to talk about it? Or you don’t have to. I’m more than willing to stay up with you,” Marcus offered gently, kissing your head. 

You took a minute to gather the scattered remnants of anxious thoughts before you replied. “Just do you ever have those moments where your brain decides to sow some throw away thought but then you hyperfixated on it which makes you spiral. Something like that,” You answer, sighing. 

“Can’t say I’ve ever had exactly that sort of thing happen, but I can imagine that it’s scary.” Marcus gently rubbed your side with his hand. 

“Ya it’s not fun,” You answer cuddling closer into his side. 

“Is there anything I can do?” Marcus asked. “Want me to break out those cookies you bought?” 

You giggled loving Marcus’ need for sweet popping through. “No, I think this tea and you will be enough for me tonight.” 

He smiled and leaned down to kiss your head. “Then that’s what I shall do for you.” Marcus held you close as you two watched your favorite show. The noise and the comfort of your husband is enough to finally allow you to close your eyes and sleep. 

Eventually Marcus noticed your breathing evening out. Carefully he turned off the TV, and set the half-full mug on the coffee table to deal with in the morning. Gently as to not wake you, he scooped you in his arms and carried you back to your shared bed. He laid you down on your side before sliding into the covers on his side. When the blankets covered your both, he leaned over and gently kissed your head. 

“Sweet dreams my little sunflower. I’ll protect you from those awful thoughts.” And with another forehead kiss, he pulled you close as the two of you fell back into a gentle sleep.

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[zedif-y]

“So,” Joel says. “D’you think Tango would talk to me if I broke the bow again?”

Which, obviously, is a joke. Obviously. He’s a blummin’ actor, for goodness sake. He can handle an audience of one.

Even if that audience is Tango. And also– not quite an audience, is it, when you’re just two people having a conversation–

Grian pauses, looking up from where he's been checking Joel’s outfit, one hand tracing a seam. "Joel," He replies, deadpan. "You are not breaking another prop just ‘cuz you're bad at talking to people." 

Joel bristles, oi! “I’m not bad at–!”

"Then talk to him like a normal person!" Grian retorts, rolling his eyes. He focuses his attention back on the costume, "Pretty sure he'll notice and chew you out for it anyway. I'm doing you a favor by telling you this, really." Joel scoffs.

He’s choosing not to reply to that, by the way. It’s a choice.

Joel lets Grian do his thing, double-checking his costume until Joel’s arms grow tired of staying up, pinning stuff into place and calling Cleo over for makeup stuff. Joel lets his mind drift, letting Grian lead him in front of a vanity mirror– Ah, look. His handsome face.

Joel studies his reflection for a moment, turning his head this way and that. And just before Grian leaves–

“…Would he really get mad?”

Grian pauses in the doorway, “Huh?” He frowns for a moment, squinting, then sighs. “Yes, Joel. You’re not that cute.”

“Oi!”

Grian lets the door shut with a click, his cackling muffled as he goes. That little…

Joel huffs, glowering at his reflection.

“Not that cute,” He grumbles. “I’m plenty cute. The cutest.”

Someone knocks on the door. Cleo pokes their head in, “Hey, Joel.”

“Hey,” He hasn’t stopped glaring at his reflection. “Don’t ask about Grian.”

Cleo lets herself in, “Wasn’t going to,” She says simply. “Now stop sulking and let me do your makeup.”

With great effort, (not really) Joel relaxes his face, his features smoothing out.

He looks good, is the thing. No matter what Grian has to say. Joel looks– good. Attractive. Drop-dead gor– whatever. The point is, he’s handsome, and he could woo whoever he wanted. Definitely.

(He thinks of Tango, gold-spun hair catching the stage lights, red eyes dark as wine.)

…Probably.

Joel bites the inside of his cheek. Ugh, he’s gonna be thinking about that all day, won’t he?

Stupid Grian. 

—

(“Cleo,” Joel starts. “Am I hot?”

The brush on his face stops.

“The fuck?”)

—

He breaks the prop again.

In his defense, it was still mostly an accident. Mostly.

"How."

Joel squirms a little under Tango's gaze, hoo boy. 

He holds up the broken prop bow, "Ehh, the uh. The thing is, I keep, like, using too much strength on it?" He grins, straightening his back. "You know, 'cuz I'm so strong and stuff. Happens uh, all the time, you know?” At Tango’s silence, he tacks on, “…It's annoying."

Tango raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. Joel's grin goes lopsided, withering under the look.

"I– uh," He thins his lips, runs his tongue over the front of his teeth. "...Sorry?"

Tango’s tail sways a little behind him, His arms are crossed, just. Looking at him.

Okay, Joel thinks, palms starting to sweat. Maybe Grian was right.

“You realize I’m not even a props guy, right?” Tango asks. Joel swallows. “Official title’s set designer.”

Joel is so fucked.

“I knew that,” Joel manages, still clutching the damn prop. “Just– you helped me fix it last time.”

And the time before that. And, also, the time before that.

…Joel’s sweating up a damn storm over here.

Eventually, Tango sighs.

"C'mere, I've got something for ya."

Joel's eyebrows leap up. He follows Tango as he leads him deeper backstage, past costume racks and other stage tech-y stuff– none of which Joel can make heads or tails of.

His mind races with questions, half of his brain going why is he leading me all the way back here while the other half is really trying not to ogle at Tango’s–

"There it is," Tango says, jolting him out of his thoughts. He scoops up what looks like a small toolkit, holds it out to Joel. "Here, for the next time you manage to break that poor bow again."

Joel opens his mouth, closes it again. He just stands there, dumbfounded and cheeks burning with shame, "I don't know how to–"

"You've seen me do it like five times, haven't you?" Tango asks, teasing. Joel's going to die. "You're a big boy, you can do it."

What'd he just call me, "Right," Joel squeaks, "That's– Right. Yeah."

He reaches out to grab it–

But Tango pulls it back, his grin growing wider.

"Wha–?"

Tango tilts his head, "There are better ways to get my attention, you know."

Joel's heart leaps into his throat.

He’s so fucked–!

It must show on his face, too, because then Tango laughs and it would've been a win if it weren't at him– "I'm serious, man! You didn't have to do all that stuff– You thought I wouldn’t notice?"

Tango shakes his head, gives Joel the toolkit. He closes Joel’s hand around it with his own.

Joel's breath hitches in his throat– Tango’s touch burns but in a good way, like sunlight on skin, like– 

"It's not like you needed help getting my attention, anyway."

If this were a movie, Joel thinks this is where he’d hear a record scratch.

Hold on. Rewind. What?

Tango looks surprised, “Did you really not know?” 

“I–” Joel closes his mouth. He’s trying to form words, honest, Tango’s hand is just so warm– “Would you believe me if I said I knew?”

Tango laughs, (Again! Joel’s mind crows.) “It wouldn’t be your best performance, I’ll tell you that much.”

“Answer’s no, then,” Joel replies, strangled. A pause. “No as in, I didn’t know– oh gosh, I hope I’m reading this right–”

Tango’s hand falls away, amusement twinkling in his red eyes. Joel tries to remember how to breath.

Tango’s lips pull up into a smile, “You know, you’re way different off-stage.”

Ouch. “Sorry to disappoint,” Joel blurts out, a faint sting in his chest. Tango’s eyes go wide.

“That’s not what I meant!” His tail lashes in panic, “You’re– you’re a completely different person on-stage, you know? Which I get is the point, you’re amazing, just…”

Joel blinks. Is his brain melting out of his ears? It feels like his brain is melting out of his ears.

It echoes in his head, you’re amazing.

A faint red dusts Tango’s cheeks, “…I think I kind of prefer the real deal.”

“Oh,” Joel says, voice faint. Tango’s blush deepens.

“I just made this weird, didn’t I–”

Joel’s brain kicks into gear, finally, “D’you wanna go out some time?” He asks. His hands shake, just a little. “Cuz I think you’re bloody brilliant, Tango, so if you’re gonna be saying stuff like that,” He swallows. “You better at least let me take you out to coffee.”

Tango’s grin is blinding, “Only if you promise to stop breaking props.”

Joel laughs, a giddy rush in his chest.

“I promise.”

(At the back of his mind– Take that, Grian!)

—

Somehow, somewhere, Grian just sneezed.

[takasgf]

short 800 word comfort fic for morket (yes that is the title)

morgen is feeling sad and her best friend that is definitely not in love with her comes to cheer her up. there is no plot in this, i just wanted to give writing a try again. be ready for a lot of try-hard descriptions and silly dialogue

Messy piano notes scattered themselves across the spaceship's walls. A tentative of a song. The first few notes were being repeated over and over, by increasingly frustrated fingertips. A loud, unmusical bang, implying that someone had given up and tried to play the damn thing with their entire face ended the performance. The raccoon lifted his eyes from the upcoming invention laying before him and looked in the direction of a certain room. The room from which the music had just stopped playing. He shook his head and stood up from the floor, then he walked towards the room to check on the distressed piano player.

-Ya' alright? he opened the door slightly and only leaned his head inside the room.

The sight of the Zteamer girl laying on the floor face first, next to her keyboard prompted him to actually enter. He sat next to her and comfortingly put his paw on her hair.

-Morgs, are you alive? What's the matter?

As she mumbled indiscernable words and sighed, the raccoon gave the room an in-depth look. His worry was aggravated by the whole mess that it had become. Morgen hadn't left her room for days and her clothes could be found laying anywhere except her closet. A half finished painting of a swallowtail butterly was tucked under her bed, next to a dirty cup that he assumed had paint water in it. He learned his lesson long ago to not drink anything out of cups left in Morgen's room.

-Nooooo… Leave me…Leave me rooot… she complained as she got up with R.ocket's help. She looked at him with shiny eyes and frowned. You should be thankful for all the Morgen-free time. When I'm not bothering you.

-Come on, Spots, this place looks like crap. You look like crap! Make an effort for me, will ya'? Get up.

Morgen seemed to protest but her words were muffled by the floor she was laying on. Before she could react, she felt a pair of tiny arms trying to lift her up.

-It's just…those thoughts again. I've never had this many thoughts when I was on Zteamer. Is there any way to make it stop?

-I'd rather have you bother me than be this miserable. And your playing sucks too, when you're sad. It's driving me crazy. Will you tell me what's on your mind? Please?

Morgen sat on the side of her bed, her head on her knees. Her gaze indicated that she'd want R.ocket to sit beside her and he complied.

-Don't know how to tell you this, Spots; once you start thinkin', you never stop. Kind of like becoming conscious of your surroundings as a kid. I guess for you it came later.

-Sorry, not an option. Unless you scoop your brain out, I suppose.

-The conscience? How do I get rid of it?

R.ocket didn't know if it was appropriate to laugh at her question. It was ridiculous, really, but she was so serious about it.

-My equivalent…

-Yeah, yeah, your equivalent of a brain. Are you plannin' to clean up this equivalent of a mess though? It's starting to look like Q.uill's in here.

-You little brat! she pretended to be upset and bumped his shoulder gently with her fist. I will clean it up. I'm just…too upset right now.

-Will it help if I keep you some company? I haven't seen your dumb little face in days. I really should fix those - he said, pointing to the cracks under her eyes.

-I wouldn't want to distract you from your work.

-Hilarious, I know.

-Too late for that. Come here.

He opened his arms and smiled. Morgen's eyes lit up and she wrapped her own arms around him, laying her head on his shoulder. He awkwardly pat her on the back and ran his paw through her hair, trying to brush it to neatness. She almost never let her hair become that tangled. Seeing that he did not make any progress, he stretched his arm towards a lonely hairbrush and grabbed it. He untied her messy ponytail and patiently brushed Morgen's dark brown curls. She couldnt help but giggle at his affection and care.

-There. Still, you should wash it. Really wouldn't want you to ruin it. It's, uhm, nice.

-I'm not laughing at you, Rocky. I'm…happy. You are a sweetheart.

He ignored her remark and kept brushing her hair. He was no hairstylist, but he was aware of the importance of Morgen's hair to her. His care was obvious. He tied the end of her strands into two uneven braids, with ribbons laying on the nearby nightstand. R.ocket took a step back to look at the final result and noded his head.

-It's whatever. Careful on the whiskers. They're sensitive to idiots.

-Thank you, my dear. You did such a great job.

Morgen placed her hand on his cheek and nuzzled her face into his snout. He backed off for a second, but then reluctantly let her express her thanks for him.

-They're cute.

-Pick up your mess. Ain't those clothes more expensive than the entire ship?

-I love you, R.ocket.

-Me too.

-That's dodging the question…

R.ocket looked into Morgen's starry eyes then back at the floor. He did not want to admit it, but he missed that sparkle.

[bigbadripley]

Chapter 18 - Come Here

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn’t help but notice how familiar he was.

⚠️ 18+!! | 3.8k Words | Third-person omniscient | Dark?fic/Angst/Smut | AU/AT |

Warnings: Heavy language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma, mention of alcohol, smoking, death mention, unhealthy coping mechanisms, SOMEHOW there's fluff at the end. **I won’t be exhaustive with the smut warnings. Unprotected p in v in a car (we classy) Safe travels!***

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter list

"Why can't you tell that I'm desperate? Doesn't it show in my smile? Why can't you tell that I'm bad for ya? It doesn't show in your eyes" -"Come Here" by Dominic Fike

  This day is wrong. Simone thought to herself. Everything felt off about what started as a seemingly ordinary Wednesday. It began with her coffee being weaker than usual even though she used the same three scoops of Café Bustelo as always, then her patient Corey didn't show or call, which was unlike him. 

Another unrelated but monumental occurrence that fucked up her day was the dream she had the night before. Of course, it had to be about Marc, and of course, she woke up a blubbering wreck. It was a perfect projection of what she imagined would happen if that stupid moon god kept him on his leash: 

They'd fish him out of the Illinois River.

The final wrench in her day was when she called to check in on Laura, and Maxine told her that she was pronounced brain dead. After that, it was hard to get through her already shortened workday. 

Simone stood outside of her office building with a lit cigarette in hand, reflecting on and regretting the outfit she chose to wear that morning. It was as business casual as usual: a brown leather high-waisted skirt that came right above her knees, a pumpkin orange ribbed sweater, and a long brown blazer to match the skirt. It was cute and functional, but the chilly breeze cut through her bare legs. 

She took a deep drag from the smoke and let the warmth fill her before another gust hit and reminded her to go to her car. She was done for the day and didn't need to stand outside. Before she took off to the parking lot, her phone buzzed and took her attention away. 

Unknown number: Need a ride?

She stared confused at the text for a moment, having a "the call is coming from inside the house" moment when it buzzed again, and another bubble appeared under it. 

Unknown number: On your right, Chi-town.

She turned her attention to the described direction and saw the taxi, and, as expected by the nickname used in the message, Jake was sitting in front of the wheel. 

For a moment, the unknown number perplexed her, but with the kind of connections Spector has, and the fact that he used to use the name Jake Lockley, it would be no surprise that the man has his own phone along with a job and identity. 

She didn't need a ride but didn't mind the company he offered. She flicked her cigarette away and started in that direction.

As Simone approached his taxi, Jake eyed her up and down, thinking of how breathtaking the gal looked in a skirt. 

Calves like that? She'd be a damn Amazonian if she was taller. He thought to himself. 

She got into his back seat customarily and wasted no time asking about his presence. 

"You stalkin' me now?" She asked, not holding back her accent in the slightest. Jake turned his body around to face her, 

"What gave ya that idea?" 

"You're outside my work." 

"Doll, I got eyes and ears everywhere. Ya weren't that hard to find." He explained. Simone let out a soft snort at the idea, unsure of what he meant by that. "So, where ya wanna go?" 

"Who said I even needed a ride?"

"You're in my back seat, ain't ya?" 

After the day Simone had, she felt like the taximan showing up unexpectedly was the universe trying to make up for it, offering her the option to go get some grog. 

"Take me to The Waltz, then." She requested with a shrug. 

"Ah, where we first met, how cute." Jake laughed as he started driving in that direction. The Waltz was the bar where he picked her up from the night she showed up and turned his whole world upside down. Thinking about how so much had changed since then made him crave a shot. "Can I buy you a drink when we get there?" 

"Aren't you working?"

"Hardly. Rideshare caused a slow business." 

The thought lingered on her mind, knowing it wouldn't be good for her to spend her night drinking alone. She also wasn't sure if she wanted this to go much further. Not yet, anyway. She chose to propose a test.

"Only if you can guess what I drink. Top three." Simone told him, crossing her arms.

No way he'll get all three. 

Jake didn't shy from the challenge and thought of everything he knew about the woman so far:

She's hot, educated, complex, and got bags under her eyes. He thought before providing his answer. "Straight whiskey, chilled tequila, and a good glass of wine. None of that fruity shit. I'm a rum guy, myself." 

The accuracy shook Simone's core, not catching how attentive he was before. Either that, or he used his eyes and ears as he said. "How did you get it spot-fuckin'-on?" 

"Ain't a schmuck alive who can hide a thing from me. You strike me as a sophisticated yet well-oiled machine." He explained. "Classy, but look like you ain't had a decent night's sleep in a few months. You also smoke, drink, and deal with headcases daily." 

Also look like you could do better things with that mouth, but I'll keep that to myself. 

Again, everything Jake said was true.

His next trick will probably be knowing exactly where to kiss on my neck or some shit. Simone thought to herself before brushing the idea away, feeling the image creep up on her. "Do you observe all the ladies you drive around this closely?" 

"Only when they've tied me to a chair. Believe it or not, 'doesn't happen very often." He joked. "Also, no signs of your boys spying on me through mirrors." 

The confirmation alone that Marc wouldn't lurk on them caused Simone to bite her lip involuntarily. "Lucky for me, then." She said, unprompted. Jake caught that gesture and how her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. 

I wonder if that's an invitation. He thought.

Simone couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that was pushing her over the edge. Every time Jake's grip would adjust on the wheel, it got harder to breathe. The air in the cab grew thicker with each glance he stole from the rearview mirror. 

It became increasingly difficult to swallow as her thoughts drifted from the whiskey she wanted to the weakness in her legs. How Jake sat leaned slightly back as he drove, relaxed but in complete control, radiating big dick energy, and rightfully so in her experience. 

Is this lust or anxiety? Probably both. She thought to herself as she felt a bit of moisture gather in her underarms.

Jake caught her gaze in the mirror and stayed there,

Shit, those eyes could kill me right here. He thought. The Waltz was coming up on their right, and a stronger man than him would have just made the turn, but Jake kept driving straight. 

"Whoops," He said with a hit of sarcasm. "Missed your turn." 

Simone knew he did it on purpose. She knew his game and judging by his willingness to play, he knew hers. Self-control was gone at that moment, and she could have asked him to just take her back to her place instead and left it be, but-

His hands, mouth, face, and body. Just not the man I'm pissed off at right now. 

"That's fine," She started, unbuckling her seatbelt and scooting to the middle of the spacious back seat. She brought up her left foot first and propped it on the back of the passenger seat. "You're welcome to keep driving." She finished, following it up with her other foot resting on the back of the driver's seat. A fire was ignited in her belly, and all she could think of at that moment was-

Let's see how different he really is. 

Jake tilted the rearview mirror down slightly, giving him a direct line of sight to the inside of her leather skirt and the perfect view of her painfully sheer black underwear. He brought his left finger up to the meter and turned it off without a second thought,

"I know a spot." He informed before thoughtfully reaching the same hand back and caressing her thigh the best he could. The pads of his fingers danced along the soft, delicate skin, admiring every mark and groove that had the privilege of residing on such a magnetic surface. Jake considered himself a man of culture and deeply appreciated thighs. 

Simone rolled her head on her shoulders, alleviating the stiffness in her neck that came with the situation's intensity. The cold, calloused hands she knew so well ran up and down her inner leg and teased goosebumps across her hot skin as she watched the other command the car's wheel. 

"Hope I don't make a mess of your seats." She expressed, ticking the corner of her mouth upward. There was something devious and filthy but intoxicating about this feeling she had. It was deliciously rebellious and self-destructive. 

Her mind flashed back to how upset Marc was with the idea of Jake being into her, and a part of her brain tried to make her care. The only problem was: she didn't care as much as she thought she needed to. That body in the driver's seat was irresistible to her every time. 

Jake eyed her in the mirror again, admiring the display that he feared would be a mirage if he looked away for too long. "For you, Hermosa, I'll clean this taxi myself, top to bottom." He told her. 

They continued to eye-fuck each other until the car came to a stop behind an old brick building that seemingly served no purpose anymore. It occurred to them both that they could have taken this to either of their apartments, but it seemed needless to say aloud. When the cab was parked, Jake flicked his hat off into the passenger seat, wasting no time getting out of the car and reentering to join Simone in the back. 

They kissed each other hastily and without yield like they were on a mission to close as much space between them as possible, clawing at the fabric on each other's bodies and searching for something to hold onto in the back of this taxi, stealing each other's breath. 

Simone lapped up his essence like the sweetest candy, trailing her tongue through every corner of his mouth, just as she had done many times before. They were sitting facing each other in this seat, almost awkwardly, seeming to coax each other into making a move. 

Instinctually, Simone took hold of his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled away, only letting it spring back once she could see his eyes. There was a small dribble of blood left where her teeth bit, but he didn't feel any pain in the gesture. It only drove him crazier.

Jake shifted and nearly yanked Simone into his lap, strategically riding up her skirt as her legs split wide over his thighs. The heavy making out and panting continued as she vigorously rutted her pulsating core against his hardening bulge, spilling soft moans onto his tongue. 

He gripped her ass and pushed her down more forcefully onto him as he buried his face into her neck, kissing and biting between growling filthy words in Spanish. Simone ground her clit roughly into him, feeling herself crumble with every comment. 

"That's it, doll. Tell me what you want." He whispered, bringing the language back to English. She got her hands to the sides of his face and stopped her hip movement, directing all his concentration to her eyes as she spoke.

"Dentro de mí." Simone told him, followed by her flicking the tip of her tongue on his lips, which only furthered Jake's need for her. If his dick wasn't so agonizingly hard, he could have sat and stared at her, smiling at him for as long as she allowed. He nearly did just that until she pushed her pelvis closer, reminding him why she was in his lap. 

When Simone felt Jake's hands move between their bodies, she pushed herself back slightly to give him space. She wasn't thinking about any of this or considering the repercussions or fathoming her own movements. She was on autopilot. 

The sound of a zipper and a slight shuffle of denim later, Jake nestled his palm to the small of Simone's back and used his other hand to maneuver her damp panties aside. Nobody removed their clothes. There was no time or space to think about those things. 

Jake pulled Simone back into his body as she positioned her entrance at his head, and without a hint of hesitation, he pushed his hips upward with enough force to cause a sharp sting in her abdomen. He hissed air through his teeth as he entered her cunt. He needed to feel her, and she felt fucking spectacular. 

The impact of his pelvis becoming flush with her made a loud smack and caused Simone to bellow out a harsh groan and throw her head forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaving balmy breaths over his skin.

"You good?" He asked, brushing her hair away from the side of her face to gauge her expression. "Don't wanna break ya." She was flushed and slack-jawed, clearly stunned from the blow. She answered with a nod and jerk of her hips, 

"I'm not porcelain." She choked out. Jake loved that answer.

Simone set the pace by rolling her hips, and though Jake was more than happy to let her do her thing, he wanted to go deeper than she could achieve on her own. He pushed upward each time she rocked downward, causing more needy, desperate, guttural moans. To keep herself centered, she pressed her chest close to his, gripping the back of his leather bomber tighter with each pound.

She didn't seem out of place in the position, knowing her way around his body, having been here dozens of times and still feeling fucking fantastic every time. It made sense to her. It was familiar to her but different enough to feel new as she stared through half-closed eyes out of the rear window of the taxi, inebriated by how her pussy throbbed around him, and he whispers-

"You take it so fuckin' well, doll."

Jake could tell she was close to unraveling on top of him, but he knew he was much closer, and the feeling of her tightening and the whines from her lips weren't helping. He brought his hand back between them and pressed his thumb to her swollen clit, rolling it in circles and using his other hand to keep control of her hips, slamming her down on him. 

Simone felt like she was on fire, the burning ache in her gut growing more intense the more Jake crashed into her. Her throat fell dry, and she could only manage wheezing grunts. Her brain felt like it was about to shut down, focusing solely on her climax as it shot through her bloodstream like venom and made her toes curl in her Oxfords. 

The second her walls gripped him, he felt her body give in and her legs shake. All it took was one last deep thrust upward before he matched her one-for-one. 

"S-shit, hermosa." He muttered, followed by a grunt nearly cutting off his sentence as he burst inside her. Simone was breathing heavily into his ear as their chests swelled and collapsed against each other. Their heartbeats were sporadic and thumped into the others' ribcage like two drums trying to outplay each other. 

It was bliss, but only momentarily, as they came down. Once Simone had the strength to move, she shifted off Jake and sank into the seat next to him, pulling her skirt back down her legs with a huff of satisfaction and exhaustion. 

"How much do I owe you? You turned the meter off." She asked with a breathless laugh. Jake ticked an eyebrow up,

"This one's on me, don't worry about it." He answered in a tone that sounded drained. He could get used to the feeling. She smirked and bent down, digging through her bag. She found her pack of smokes and pulled the lone cigarette out with her lighter. Jake knew little about this strange woman, but he could tell she had some shit on her mind. "Seems like ya needed it." He spoke up again, referring to the impromptu car sex.

Simone shrugged, not intending to tell him her life story or why she needed the distraction, as she opened the door to step out and smoke. "You got another one of those?" Jake asked, pointing to the dart between her fingers. 

"My last one. I never smoke the whole thing, though, so we can share." She offered. He gave her a what the hell? look and got out of the car with her after zipping his pants back up. 

Simone lit up, and they passed it back and forth. She was entranced by the visual of the face she knew as Marc smoking a cigarette like it was nothing. 

Marc doesn't smoke, and neither does Steven. She thought, overanalyzing it. Her studying didn't go unnoticed by Jake. "Take a picture, Chi-town." He teased. 

She took the smoke back from him, nestled it between her lips, and took a long drag that filled her lungs and burned her throat before passing it right back and letting the cloud escape. "It's just strange to see. Your host doesn't smoke." She explained. 

"Neither do I, and by the way you seem to only take a few puffs before throwin' the thing away, neither do you," Jake said before taking his own drag. Simone still watched him thoughtfully as a plume of fog left his mouth. Their postures mirrored each other, leaning against the cab. 

He really is observant. She thought to herself before speaking up again. "I quit for the longest. Only seem to pick it back up when shit hits the fan." She said. 

A moment of silence passes between them. Not uncomfortably or awkwardly, but contently until Jake felt like he wanted to pick the attractive woman's brain. "The frantic fuck in the back seat and the smokin' lead me to believe you're tryna forget about somethin'." He spoke up. 

Simone had reached the end of the cigarette, the final puff causing her fingers to burn when holding the butt before she tossed it away with a shrug. 

"I got you pegged, hermosa," Jake said again, egging her to explain. She looked away, trying not to let her face tell him anything, but he still pushed. "C'mon, doll, you just came all over my seats, and now you wanna play coy? What's goin' on?"

A heavy exhale escaped her as it became clear that he wouldn't give up. "It's a couple of things."

"One of those things include Marc and the other guy?" 

"Steven. His name is Steven, and yeah." She started, correcting him with a bit of bite in her tone for forgetting Steven's name. Jake liked the snap, though. "They want my help with something, and I don't know if I'm qualified enough." 

"Is that somethin' me?"

"Bingo, Bronx. They don't wanna black out anymore, and I guess I'm the only person who can do something about that, but you won't level with 'em."

"Well, shit, it's not like I want that fuckin' pigeon following me around all the time, but I wanna keep the suit, and I can't have it without the bird," Jake explained as he stuck his hands in his pockets to fight the blade-like breeze. "I dunno why they'd give that up."

"Because Khonshu's a bad actor, and I think you know that too."

"I ain't no saint either."

"Well, neither's Marc, or me for that matter. Steven's probably the closest thing to one, but he's also in our boat by association." 

Another silent moment passed between them like the wind. Instinctively, Simone stepped to the side and leaned her shoulder on Jake's to find some warmth. It was a comfortable and trusting gesture that made him feel good inside. 

"What about the other thing on your mind?" He asked, cutting through the hush again. He could tell she was still holding something back, and without warning, he brought the arm she leaned on up and over her shoulders, pulling her into his side. 

The moment surprised Simone, but she loosened up the second she was close enough to breathe in the scent that had felt like home to her. The side of her face touched the old leather of his coat, and she thoughtfully brought her hands under it, wrapping her arms around his midsection and introducing her rosy fingertips to his body heat.

Jake felt her take that long deep breath of comfort against him, and his thoughts went haywire. 

Goddamn, Lockley. Catch feelin's much?

"One of my patients was pronounced brain dead today. I can't help but feel like it's my fault." She admitted, bringing the man back to Earth. He appreciated that she trusted him with that and wanted to extend the best advice he would think.

"You really a doctor if you don't blame yourself for at least one patient's death?" Jake asked rhetorically. He knew Simone wasn't that kind of doctor but imagined it applied the same. Before she responded with words, he felt her arms tighten a bit around him. She needed this. Probably needed it more than the drink or the sex.

"That's awfully wise of you." 

Jake wanted to take credit and feel like he did something there but found himself in an honest mood. "Heard it on a TV show." He told. The air immediately brightened as Simone laughed, the sound and feeling reverberating through Jake's body and making him chuckle like a contagion and swell his heart. 

It was official: he liked her. A lot. But with the complicatedness of everything, he knew it wouldn't just be a matter of them hanging out, getting to know each other, falling in love, normal couple shit. He wasn't just the fist of Khonshu. He was apparently an extension of another person now. Another person that Simone truly loved. 

"Before you get any ideas, I'm not lookin' for anythin' serious." He spoke up again with a voice that sounded doubtful. He didn't loosen his hold on her, either, not trying to make it seem like a full-on rejection. 

"Don't worry about it; I know the deal. Wondering if I should have had your wrap-up first, though." She replied with a snicker as she remembered the gathering fluid in her undergarments. 

"The other guy wear a rubber?" He asked, looking down at her to catch her expression. All she did was shake her head, telling him she trusted his body. Rightfully so, as Jake didn't sleep around, and he doubted the other two did either. "Okay then, nothin' to worry about."

[baby-fics]

🐻The Bear Necessities🐻

(@pillowcolorsstuff request: hello do you accept requests if yes could you make a vincent sinclair and lester sinclair babysitter while daddy bo takes care of some things and while they are taking care of her it comes time for her to take a nap in the afternoon but she is without her paci and without her little blanket and is crying because she is very tired but then they call daddy and he solved it by bringing her paci and her blanket (feel free to refuse this request))

(Authors note: Hey! Hope you like this! Also for the record, I did make the items bear themed purely for the title pun.)

[TW: kinda mean Bo but not really, mild swearing, mentions of victims]

Cg!Bo x little!Reader, ft! Cg!Lester and Cg!Vincent

The aftermath of today's "Tourist Visit" left a lot of pieces for the living residents of Ambrose to pick up.

A long "fight" with a rather destructive victim left the auto shop completely trashed, and had Bo groaning at the long day of cleanup ahead of him.

Knowing today's events must have left you pretty small, he asked Lester and Vincent for one or both of them to watch you and help you get to bed. The two were happy to help and they did.

You were played with some figurines that Vinny had made for you and watched cartoons on the house's TV. (They even let you stay up a little later than usual!)

Unfortunately naptime is where things went south here. They had you in your jammies and you're sippy ready with cold water.

The only thing left is to find your two most loved babie items, your blankie and paci! Ya know! The ones you literally can't sleep without! Only one problem. They were not in their usual place.

The mood in the room immediately switched as tears began to form in your eyes as you tugged on Vinny's sweater.

Placing his hand over yours and nodding towards Lester they started to look and the longer they did, the harder it was to keep your composure. I mean, you were already so small and tired!

The two items were nowhere to be seen, and even the two men began to get annoyed at the lack of results. This only served to make you cry harder thinking it was your fault for losing them..

Vincent held you as you clung to his sweater listening to his quiet shushing. Lester wracked his brain trying to think of any places the two comfort objects could be, and it hit him, Bo's truck.

Sighing Lester rung up Bo who, sounded out of breath and irritated, "I'm almost done here, the fuck you want?"

"Uhh.. The baby kit is missin and I got a feelin it's with you, d'ya mind checking in your truck for em?", Oh you're lucky he's infatuated with you, and that you're cute. If this were anyone else, Bo would have cussed them out and sent them running; but he'd do anything for you. Bo is completely wrapped around your finger and he knows it.

He looked on the passenger side of the truck and sure enough, on the ground was a bear printed blanket and a 'Winnie the Pooh' paci. Sighing in exasperation he looked around the shop and saw that the worst part of his job was over with anyway and might as well just finish up later and recoup with you.

He closed everything up, deciding to just fix up the odds and ends later. Starting up the truck he began the short journey back to his home.

As he walked up to his front door, he saw your lil head peeking out of the window. You'd clearly been crying and you looked as tired as he felt.

The moment he opened the door you wrapped yourself around him, barely even noticing the objects in his hands.

He scooped you up and thanked his brothers for their help as he headed to his room, arms full. "Dang darlin, it's like you don' even care about the damn paci!"

Bo knew that came out meaner than he meant it, damn today whooped his butt.. You didn't seem to hear it or care thankfully. You just shot your head up to see the pacifier in the hand that wasn't holding you.

Bo obliged and slipped it in your mouth as you two finally reached his room. He set you down on the bed and tucked you in, watching you rub your cheek against the soft fabric of your blankie.

Bo kissed your forehead, telling you he would be back shortly. Taking a much needed shower and changing to new clothes, Bo re-entered the bedroom where he saw you peacefully snoozing away.

Smiling, he slipped in behind you under the covers and surrounded you in his arms as he drifted off to sleep while you happily snuggled into his embrace.

[deliciously-yeeted]

I was in desperate need of some beel fluff, so i wrote some. As one does. Uh, ive never done this,(posting fanfic, i normally jus write small things for myself tbh😅) before so please have mercy lol

I hope ya like it though, it put a smile on my face so im hoping it does the same for you♡

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You started filling the hem of your shirt with snacks, as many as you could fit in the scrunched up fabric that is, a tired but playful grin on your lips, as you thought over what you planned to do, mentally prepping yourself.

Normally, you're not so bold about seeking out comfort and such, feeling shy about showing vulnerability...but today, ugh, today had you particularly worn down. You needed something, affection preferably. You'd settle for a warm bath and some melatonin if you had to. Though, you really didnt want too.

You were tired of self soothing all the time. And Asmos care packages could only help so much. But you knew how to make it all magically better. There was only one option in times like these .

You worked quickly, excitement bouncing around in your gut, making your hands a little shaky.

Having grabbed all you could you carry, you practically dashed from the kitchen. Your mind set on finding a certain big demon. Last you heard, he was headed to his room for a bit. You hoped he was still there.

When you finally reached his bedroom door, you found yourself in a tad bit of a pickle. Your eyebrows furrowed, the realization that you wouldn't be able to open the door making you frown at the closed door briefly. You cursed yourself slightly, for not thinking that far ahead. You forgot in all your excitement.

Briefly you considered trying to use you feet before dropping the idea. Guess you've got no choice.

Dang it! You felt kinda bummed that you'd be losing the element of surprise, but the grin soon returned, thinking about seeing Beel always you happy, regardless of the circumstances.

"Beeeeellllllllllll!" You called out, letting a bit of a whine into your voice, hey, who knows? Maybe it'd get him in front of you faster?? He tended to be on the slower side of answering his door, sometimes he simply didnt hear it. Especially if he was working out or watching tv.

Apparently, whining his name did not speed him up:(

You were about to call out again, worried he hadn't heard you, when the door clicked open. The mere sound making you feel slightly giddy. Your eyes snapping up to meet his briefly. You soaked in as many details of him as you could, without just straight ogling him, before flicking your eyes back up to meet his.

"Y/n?" He seemed pleasantly surprised, dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats (you were happy to see him wearing them, because while he looked like a whole ass meal in them, it also meant he had no plans of leaving the house tonight).

His eyes were quick to find the odd lumps wrapped up in your shirt, as well as the bit of tummy peaking out. The position you held your shirt in had caused the bottom of your stomach to show, something you had worried about on the way here, anxious about a different brother catching a glimpse of you. You could feel his stare burn against your skin, he was about to say something, but then his nose twitched, and his eyes fixed on your bundle of snacks instead.

-

Not that you minded his staring your stomach, not with Beel.

The others...maybe.

Your tummy was one of his favorite parts about you, he's hands finding their way under your shirt to touch and squeeze the soft flesh more often than not. Always gentle and non intrusive. I think he'd full on cry if he accidentally upset you somehow tbh.

Boy had absolutely no shame about it, once he learned you didnt mind much.

Especially when you seemed to be a bit shy about showing your stomach, with the others, or just in general. He made sure to let you know how much he loved your squish. Be it at RAD or just casually in the house.

The only person who ever raised a fuss over it was Mammon, although, he tended to fuss over everything you did anyways;; His protests did absolutely nothing to deter you or Beel, much to his dismay.

Sometimes, if Beel was hungry and needed a distraction or a quick 'pick me up', he'd scoop you up and just shove his face into your tummy. (Much like what I do with my cat when I'm bored and/or sad) Then he'd just hold you there until he absolutely had to let you down.

Relishing in the feel of your softness and you heart racing under your skin, fluttering so delicately under his lips, pressing his face against you was an instant mood lifter for him.

You loved it, a surprised but delighted laugh always ripping from your chest, almost subconsciously. You couldn't hide your happiness in his affections, not that you would want to (thats a lie, you cant help but be embarrassed at the end of the day by the intensive joy you felt whenever you looked at him). Which only seemed to motivate him even more, and soon each time he scooped you up, he'd kiss all over your tummy, making you giggle because it tickled, before hugging you close with a small sigh.

-

"I brought snacks, and some cuddles. So uhm, can I nap on you for a bit? 'M tired. Unless your busy or something..." you beam up at him, starting to hesitate toward the end, suddenly a little unsure.

"Pretty please?? I wont bug ya, I promise." You plead, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, shifting from one foot to the other nervously. His eyes widened as his brain processed what you said, and the cute sight in front of him. If he was being honest, it made his brain stop for a split second.

He chuckled at you and lifted you up by the back of your knees, holding you carefully to his chest, mindful of your full shirt. A small startled squeak coming from you as he did so, a sound he never got tired of hearing.

You glanced in the room as he closed to door, he had papers sprawled over the small coffee table in the middle of the room, and a few (you spotted more in the trash bin in the corner) empty food wrappers around his work space. He plopped down in front of the table again, taking only a few steps to reach it. You were kind of jealous, your short legs never being a fair match against his. Luckily he enjoyed carrying you, which solved that issue right quick.

"You can keep me company while I finish my homework." He says, shifting you into his lap and keeping a loose hold on your lower stomach, fingers splaying out to get a small feel of your exposed skin. Glancing around, you dont see belphies mop of hair in his bed, he was probably sleeping in the attic or the observatory, you quietly hum to yourself, abit happy to have Beel all to yourself for the moment. Shifting forward, Beels hands refusing to let you go and setting on your waist, you hold your shirt above the edge of the table, and let the snacks spill from your shirt before smoothing the garment back down, missing Beels frown as he looses sight of your tummy. Quickly moving to organize the snacks a bit, so that they were within reach and not scattered all over his papers and in the way.

"Thank you, your the bestest!!" You say, the dull ache in your arms more than worth the effort in your opinion.

You tilted your head back so you can look up at him. Making eye contact with him made your brain kinda just...mush. Your hands slowly squeezing his on your waist, lifting them so you move a bit.

You tore you gaze from his, before turning around and wrapping your arms around his nack and your legs around his torso,(like a koala in his opinion).

Scooting as close as you could get away with, (your not as stealthy as you give yourself credit for, he knows, he just too nice to tease you for it, and he doesn't want you to stop), so you could snuggle up to him and be comfy at the same time. Which wasn't all that hard to do with him, being the teddy bear he is.

Your eyes glazed over slightly, and you were distracted as you mind pulled your attention away.

Ah, you were in pure bliss, you could die happy like this~

You had grabbed plenty of snacks, being sure to vary in your choices, knowing Beel would like to have options, and hoping to be able to buy some extra time with him and a cute Beel smile as a reward for your effort. Tho, youd do it anyways.

Not that you'd ever admit to that. Nuh uh, no way. Unless he asked nicely, you'd give in embarrassingly fast if he ever did, the realization making your face heat up.

But...

Embarrassment be damned, youd never tell Beel 'No'.

He looks down at you, face going all blushy and soft at your slightly dazed and flushed expression. Your thoughts getting the best of you for a moment. Shaking your head slightly and letting out a resigned sigh.

"Of course you can," you snap out of it when he speaks up, looking up at him, quick to give him your full attention. "I love when you cuddle up with me, it helps me focus a bit. You didn't have to bribe me, though, as long as its you, my cuddles come free-" wrapping his arms around your shoulders, giving you a snug hug, he moves to continue. "Not that I'm complaining-" you cut him off, feeling slightly guilty about it. You were already flustered, and his sweet words weren't helping your predicament one bit. That was until your eyes actually focus on his face, oh sweet hell, hes so precious!!! Your heart thumps nearly painfully for a moment, nerves biting into your thoughts.

Your face was definitely beat red now, you could feel it at the tips of your ears even. Yet you refused to move, your eyes locked on his. A rare occurrence, one you could tell he was basking in, his eyes were glued to your face, studying it. His flush deepening slightly.

Squishing his cheeks and "shushing" him gently. Your basically cooing at him, to tired suddenly to care much about how your words or actions came off. The nervousness slipping away from your voice and movements. "Its not a bribe hun, I just felt like seeing you smile before I fell asleep on you. Heh, your smile is my goodluck charm for good dreams, ya know?" You tiredly rub his cheek with your thumb, eyes lit up happily and content. Giving him a small breathless laugh at the end.

He really did calm you down, your mind slowing down as the excitement started to fade, a fact you became overly aware of quite suddenly, your eyes feeling quite heavy now that you felt safe.

You yawned, your weariness catching up to you.

Beels quick to notice, taking note of the bags under your eyes. Dont worry, he'll make sure you get some good sleep, no bad dreams were gonna plague you on his watch. He glances over at the snacks you brought, unbelievably happy. Seeing you so cutely curled up to him, the fact that you brought him as much food as you could carry(a sight he nearly died from when he saw it) and your sweet sweet words, it definitely warmed his heart to say in the least.

He loved that you actually came to find him, just so you could cuddle. His adoration for you is bottomless, just like his hunger.

So, Beel wraps you inna big bear hug, pulling you closer and peppering the top of your head and face with kisses. He gives you a big grin, his eyes sparkling happily. "Nap, I'll wake you up when I'm done and we can hangout till dinner."

You tiredly nod, relaxing against him.

Grabbing a baggy of chips, he smooches your forehead, before tucking your face under his chin so he could munch, and see his work(not like that was much of an issue, beels a big boy after all👀), without completely covering the top of your head in crumbs (you'd told him you didn't mind, especially since he always ruffled your hair to get then out, and you loved that...but he still feels bad about it and tries to avoid it to some extent) and being able to rest his chin on top your head was just the cherry on top for him.

💗Happy beel mode activated💗

Sighing happily, you close your eyes. Beels cuddles making all your stress melt away, just like they always did. Slowly, you start to drift off, listening to the soft scratch of his pen as he starts to work and his deep breathing, letting it lull you into sleep.

I dont know why my brain wanted me to got all out on this. I literally jus couldn't stop tweaking with it. Imma post if before i decide to change it. Imma just conveniently forget i wrote this now, maybe ill like it more after a week or two... :/ also if theres any spelling or grammar issues plz tell me, its like 2am rn so im sure i missed something

[adverb-slut]

Can I get some Mammon fluff? Like he or MC are upset about something and they come to one another for cuddles? I think that's cute.... Plus I'm in need of a hug 🤗

Sorry, anon this took so long!!!  Mammon was being a butthead throughout this whole fic and was not cooperating!  And this is not exactly cuddling, but I hope it suffices!  AND OMG ANON YOU SHALL BE HUGGED  🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 Also, as usual, this story can be read on AO3 here.  Additionally, I have a few more writing requests to do, but feel free to send more if you’d like!

Title:

Avatar of Greed

Summary:

Mammon barges into your room very upset. You may not have all the answers, but you sure know when someone is in need of a hug and a listening ear.

Genre:

Angst/Comfort/Fluff

Rating:

G

Word Count:

1606

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You tap your fingers on your desk and stare daggers at your Poison Lore 1001 homework.  Your assignment is to create an extremely volatile aphrodisiac using belladonna, hemlock, and another toxic, yet arcane plant native to the Devildom—which is what stumps you, because as a human, how are you supposed to know what toxic plants are native to the Devildom!?  

You growl in frustration.  You aren’t supposed to use the internet to acquaint yourself with said plant and you can’t find your library card in order to check out a book at the Royal Library to find out what it might be.

Resting your head on your desk, you sigh.  Before you can decide that the assignment is a lost cause, you hear your bedroom door swing open.  Someone stomps in and sighs dramatically; you can hear them flop onto your bed. You already know who it is before they say a word.

“Mammon,” you groan, not raising your head.  “What did I say about sitting on my bed?”

“‘None of the members of the House of Lamentation are allowed on MC’s bed,’” he recites.  He pauses and then amends, “‘Cept for the Great Mammon, ‘cause he was MC’s first.”  

You moan and turn behind you, where you see Mammon lying all starfish-like on your bed.  “I don’t remember adding the last part.” You walk over and poke him. “Get off.”

“No,” Mammon whines, slinking further into the sheets. “MC, ya gotta let me stay.” 

Again, you poke him.  “Why?”

He sighs.  “Just do it, okay?”

Surprised with his answer, you finally decide your homework is most definitely not going to get done and scoot onto the bed with him, sitting on your pillows with Mammon sprawled out in front of you.  Absentmindedly, you fiddle with his hair, not noticing the blush that spreads across his face as you do so.  

“St—sto—”  he sputters incoherently for a few moments, before closing his eyes and retreating to silence.  The two of you sit like that quietly for a spell, before he breaks it again. “MC,” he begins, his voice so faint that you barely can hear it, “d’ya think I’m annoyin’?”

You don’t miss a beat as you continue playing with his hair and answer, “Yes.”

“Whaddaya mean by that, huh?” he demands, his blush growing even deeper and his eyes flying open.  “Didn’t ya hear what I asked? I asked if ya thought I was annoyin’!”  

“I know; I said ‘yes.’”  He doesn’t see the tiny smirk that forms at the corner of your mouth.

Mammon fidgets, his face tomato red now.  “K—keep talkin’ like that MC, and I might actually believe ya!”  He pauses again, and sits up, turning behind to look at you. He looks down and his voice turns into a whisper.  “… Do you really think that, though?”

You look at him, raising your eyebrows.  Before he had looked down, you had seen something in his dark blue eyes—something you hadn’t noticed before.  

You had always noticed the pools of a desire for validation that rippled in his dark sapphire irises, but today—today, you saw thin streams of desperation swirling amongst them, as well.  You decide that the time for teasing the tsundere, tsundere demon is over. You pull him back down, letting his head rest on your lap and scoop a pillow off your bed.

“Wh—whoa, MC!” he exclaims.   You didn’t think his face could get any redder, but somehow it does.  “I know you’re desperate for The Mammon, but ya didn’t even answer my que—”

Before the fool can finish his sentence, you whomp your pillow across his head.  You blush, grit your teeth, and answer his initial question, saying, “If I found you annoying, I wouldn’t sit here and listen to you babble, would I?”  

Mammon coughs in embarrassment and wisely avoids eye contact—a fact which you are very grateful for, because what would you do if he saw how red your face was now?

You try to regain your composure.  You clear your throat and wonder, “Why do you ask?”  You ponder if one of his brothers had said something to him for him to ask such a question, but then you remember Mammon’s neverending patience when it came to the verbal lashings that his brothers magnanimously granted to him. 

“It’s nothin’.”

You remember the desperation you had seen in his eyes and in your most wheedlesome tone, cajole “Come on, say.”

“I told ya, it’s nothin’ for you to worry about, MC.”

“Please say.”  You take a deep breath and muster your sweetest voice.  “For  me?“

“AAAH!” he grumbles, nestling his head deeper into your lap.  “MC, you know damn well that I can’t say no when ya use that voice!”

You smile in satisfaction and amuse your fingers in his hair once more.  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Mammon turns to his side so you can no longer see his face and sighs.  “Fine.” He takes a deep breath. “MC, what sin am I the Avatar of?”

“Stupidity.”  The tease pops out of your mouth without your consent.  

“HEY!  Stupidity’s not a sin and you know it!”  

You stifle a laugh as you notice that he doesn’t deny his idiocy and try to remain serious.  “Alright, alright. I know you’re the Avatar of Greed.”

“Mm-hm,” he agrees.  “And ya know what? I’m damn good at what I do.”  Mammon’s confident tone falters for a moment. “Sure, I’m klepto as hell, but it’s not like I can help that … y’know?”  He pauses. “I’m greedy—it’s who I am. When I see somethin’ I like, I gotta have it, no matter what.” You don’t notice that he lightly coils his fingers around your calf as he says this.  

Saying nothing, you nod at his spiel.  You know the secondborn demon well enough to realize that he has more to say.  

And he does.  His voice lowers to a whisper and he wonders, “Then why am I always gettin’ blamed for bein’ who I am, huh?”  You can feel his head shake in your lap. “Sure, I guess me lootin’ stuff isn’t fun for everyone, but it’s not like I can help it—it’s instinct.”

You’re not sure how to answer his question, so you continue your silence and let him talk.  

“But hey, doesn’t everyone notice that it also ain’t fun for all of us to have to explain to the whole class why Belphie’s sleepin’ during lecture again or to open the fridge and realize Beel’s eaten damn near everything?  Or hey, do they think it’s easier to have Asmo hittin’ on everything with a pulse?  Maybe it’s better for Satan to blow up the House in some kinda tantrum or to have Levi freak the fuck out ‘cause some rando on the internet has a Ruri-chan figure that he doesn’t?  Or to know that Lucifer—” his voice breaks, but he swallows quickly and continues, “—to know that Lucifer’s so fuckin’  perfect that I can’t think of any flaws for him?”

Even though you vowed not to interrupt him, you decide it’s best to cut him off there.  “Lucifer’s not perfect.”

“Trust me—” Mammon’s voice breaks again as he turns his head deeper into your lap.  “—trust me, MC, I know that! Ignore ‘im for a minute here.” He sighs and pivots so that he faces the ceiling, and you can see that his eyes are ever-so-slightly glassy.  “Just … why’s that okay, huh? Why’s everything all hunky-dory for them when they’re givin’ into their sin, but all pitchforks ‘n’ torches for Mammon?”

You pull your hands out of his hair and bring them around his shoulders.  For once, he’s too distraught to blush. You’re not sure why his brothers act the way they do, but you are sure of the response he needs.  “It’s not fair.”

“No,” he mutters, “it ain’t.  And it’s not like it bothers me a lot, but sometimes … when I get to thinkin’ … ”

That’s when you realize that the desperation you had seen earlier in his eyes wasn’t just his desperation to be validated, but desperation for someone to just listen to what he was saying.  

You’d seen how the other six demons reacted when Mammon spoke—they’d tromp over him (although … could you really blame them?  Mammon’s dialogue usually made it clear that he was merely operating on one brain cell). Perhaps it was in an effort to tease, but even then there was only so much a demon can suffer.  You’re even more thankful now that you had let him monologue for so long. If anyone deserved to, it was the silly secondborn. 

You don’t even have to think as you yank him into a seated position and wrap your arms around his back tightly; you don’t let go as you slowly rub circles into his back.  Graciously, you decide to do him a favor and not make the adorable little squeak! he elicited as you did so public knowledge.

“H—hey, MC!  Ya don’t have to feel sorry for me or anythin’!”  He blushes, having regained some of his cockiness.  “I’m a demon for cryin’ out loud!  I don’t need a hug!”  Nevertheless, he takes a deep breath and leans into you.   

Your head is nuzzled into his hair as you murmur, “Shh … everyone needs a hug, sometimes.”

You feel his body stiffen and you worry that that was the wrong thing to say.  However, Mammon turns around and wraps his arms around you, just as tightly.  

You breathe warmly into him and stifle a laugh when he meekly asks, “Y—you’re not gonna do this for my brothers, right?”

“Never.”

[trashy-slashy]

hiya, can I get some Deathslinger x reader nsfw where he catches her stealing alcohol from the saloon and decides to teach her a lesson? like some dubcon/noncon. thanks, i'm just really thirsting for the cowboy 👀

You know what they say, save a horse ride a cowboy 🥴

Caleb QuinnxFem!Reader

NSFW/DubCon Warning

The forest surrounding the campfire was ominous, fog rolling in from every direction. Traversing the terrain was exhausting, but the camp needed supplies. You hoped to stumble upon Autohaven, picking up parts for trials, but the entity’s realm refused to make your life easier.

After wandering for God knows how long, you were greeted by warm light, the heat and humidity choking after the bitter cold of the woods. You groaned at the sight of the Old Dawg Saloon. There wasn’t going to be anything useful here. Despite your preconceptions, you snuck around the perimeter, keeping watch for any sign of this realms resident.

Caleb watched you creeping around the outskirts of the buildings from the top of the saloon. His redeemer sat in pieces on the table, the cowboy using his free time to keep it in working order. Survivors fascinated him, the torment they live through day in, day out, only growing wiser to the killers strategies. Feeling particularly benevolent, he went back to his work. There was a few toolboxes laying around for you to loot, but nothing of actual value.

A toolbox and a few lenses, was that it? You had checked the whole area, save for the large centre building. “Of course that would be where all the good stuff is” you scoffed under your breath. The Deathslinger’s presence seemed to be missing however, surely he would’ve intervened by now otherwise. The floorboards creaked obnoxiously under your feet as you climbed the stairs. He had damned well not be here.

You kicked yourself. The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. Your belly ached at the sight of rows and rows of bottles. Whiskeys, rums among other a multitude of other spirits. Seemed like a surefire way to get on everyone’s good side. Grinning like a teenager you crept behind the bar, lifting one of the bottle from the wall. Throwing a quick glance to check for company, you unscrewed the cap, letting the liquid fall onto your tongue. It burned your throat, settling in your belly like fire. Delicious.

Caleb heard you come inside. He didn’t however expect you to start helping yourself to his stash of booze. His teeth ground together, brows furrowing in anger. The cowboy slipped out of the side room, watching from the banister. Disrespectful little... Surprisingly lithe, Caleb vaulted over the wooden barrier, landing at the end of the bar. You screamed, taken by surprise, trying to scrabble over the counter to freedom.

“No ya don’t” The Deathslinger seethed, closing the distance between you with one stride, his elbow slamming into your back, pinning you to the wooden surface. “Get off me!” You thrashed against him pointlessly, the killers strength far surpassing anything a meek survivor had. “So you can steal from me again?” He spat, tutting at the bottles strewn over the floor. “Take your trinkets ‘n’ shit but this is mine” Caleb splayed a hand across your shoulders, drinking in the sight of you bent over, completely at his mercy.

You waited with baited breath, unable to move under the cowboys grip. He chuckled darkly, shifting his grip, fingers digging into your sides. Hot breath grazed your neck, his weight pressing against you. “How would you like it if I took somethin’ of yours without askin’?” He drawled, a shiver breaking down your spine. You tried to squirm away from him again, crying out pointlessly for help. Caleb ground into your ass, his cock half-hard, growling into your ear. You kicked out at your assailant, yelping when you were rewarded with a hard smack to your upper thigh.

“Fuck you.” He grinned, slipping his hands under your shirt, tugging your bra down. Caleb palmed at your breasts, ghosting his tongue over the shell of your ear. His thumbs swiped over your nipples, the buds perking under his attention. “You survivors have no respect.” The cowboy pinched and twisted a nipple, relishing the wails that broke from your throat. “Someone’s gotta teach you some manners” Your mouth tasted of iron from where you’d been biting your lip, trying and failing to ignore the jolts of arousal his touch gave you. Fuck if the man wasn’t good with his fingers.

You whimpered involuntarily when his fingers left your shirt, Caleb’s eyebrow raising in response. “Looks like I caught myself a lil’ whore” The southern drawl drained all your blood south, your negelected sex throbbing painfully. The cowboy tugged down your pants, squeezing at the bare globes of flesh. A digit traced the inside of your thigh, your heart hammering against your chest. “If you want me to touch you darlin’ you’re gonna have to apologise.” Caleb kept his touches teasing, milimetres from your soaked cunt. You shook your head defiantly, earning a second swift slap from the cowboys hand. Your knees quivered, tiny mewls leaving your lips. “I’d reconsider.”

“Please.” You whispered, hissing through your teeth as he spanked you again, your ass burning red. Caleb tutted, squeezing the sore flesh, tears pricking in your eyes. “That’s not what I asked for, is it?” “I’m sorry!” You whined, rocking your hips towards him. The Deathslinger hummed appreciatively, grinding his palm against your slit. “What are you sorry for?” “I’m sorry for, ah...” A digit slipped into you mid-sentence, relief and pleasure short-circuiting your brain. A swift slap brought you back to reality, the mixture of stinging skin and Caleb’s finger stroking your insides making it hard to think. “I’m sorry for stealing.” You moaned lewdly as he pushed in another finger, curling them at the knuckle, pressing against you deliciously.

“Good girl.” Caleb’s breathing was ragged as he watched you come undone beneath him. “But... I don’t think you mean it.” He smacked you again, your legs giving way underneath you. “You’re just a whore.” Smack. “You fuckin’ disgust me.” Smack. “I’m sorry, please, I am!” Tears streaked down your cheeks, your ass burning painfully. “Prove it.” Caleb sneered, pulling you off the counter, discarding you to the floor. “Kneel.”

The cowboy freed his cock, winding his fingers in your hair. Meeting his gaze, you licked your lips, pulling back the skin to drag your tongue over the head, salty precum lingering on your tongue. He wasn’t in the mood to be teased it seemed, his grip pulling you closer, insisting you to open your mouth. Caleb’s jaw clenched as he slid past your lips, letting you accommodate as much of him as possible. He grunted when you hollowed out your cheeks, bobbing eagerly along his shaft. It didn’t seem he had much in the way of self control, his hips jerking into your throat, leaving you gagging around his cock. “Good girl.” He praised, his grip tightening when you swiped your tongue over the underside of his member. Caleb growled, letting you continue your ministrations for a few moments before pulling out of your mouth, saliva smeared over your lips.

He tugged at your hair, scooping you up to sit you on the bar, not giving you a moment before sinking inside of you, smirking as you threw your head back, cries of pleasure leaving your lips. Your cunt throbbed around his cock, Caleb firmly gripping your thighs, keeping you in place whilst he pistoned into you. Your nails dug into the counter, gouging out small chunks of wood. The cowboy snarled possessively, eyes flicking between your face and watching his cock disappear inside of you. “Harder, please....” You begged quietly. Caleb didn’t think, hooking your legs over his shoulders, each thrust reminding you of the raw flesh of your ass. The new angle allowed him to hit the sweet spot inside of you, stars flashing in front of your eyes. Caleb was panting, his pace erratic as he got closer, releasing your ankle to rub your clit. You screamed as you came, tightening walls sending the cowboy over the edge, hot cum pumping inside of you.

Caleb gave you a devilish smirk, his cock softening inside of you. “I think you learnt ya lesson.” You nodded pathetically, completely spent. “I suppose you could take one or two bottles seeing as you asked so nicely.” He laughed at his own joke, leaning over to graze your ear with his teeth. “As long as you keep my cum inside that pretty little cunt of yours.”

[askme-polaris]

Bath time and the voices are back...

It was a somewhat normal day at the Hazbin Hotel. All of the staff was busy or at least one of them was before he went on his break. Husk had retreated to his room once he finished his shift where he found our little bundle of jitters scratching and itching up a storm. "Poli...what are ya doin on the floor? And why are you scratching so much... Stop before you end up breaking the skin." He interrogated the small fruit bat demon who had paused in her scratch fest and looked in the direction of the voice with her bright,purple eyes.

"I'm itchy, mr. Husk! Make it stop itching!" The bat whimpered, starting to scratch again while crying. She had been itching for a while but she didn't know why. It felt like something was biting her all over but she could never reach and so she was scratching in an attempt to make it go away and soothe the itch. Husk noticed her distress and scooped her up in his arms. "Guess it's bathtime then. Let's get you cleaned up so the itch goes away,yeah?" He suggested gently,softly petting her ears and giving her his kindest smile despite knowing she couldn't see it. Polaris nodded and let herself be carried in the bartender's arms to his bathroom. He ran the shower to the temperature she preferred and helped her undress before placing her in the tub and scrubbing her in the spots she had scratched feverishly with gentle scrubbing motions. This was like any other shower with Husk. She trusted him to help her get cleaned but couldn't help how sensitive her body got to his touches in certain spots. She'd freeze up and let out a squeak when his paws scrubbed on her chest and de-tangled the matted fur around that area, thoroughly scrubbing the shampoo and soap in well to ensure her cleanliness. He did this everyday so why was it different this time? His paw moved down and she jumped,squeaking again as he scrubbed between her legs. He knew she couldn't help it, women's bodies are sensitive. He figured she must have been extra sensitive since she couldn't see and had to trust Husk to assist her in tasks she couldn't do even if he guided her through the process. 'Why do i always get so sensitive with him during our showers? I trust him with all my being. So why...? Why does my body react this way?" She pondered to herself,listening to the pattern in the water coming from the shower overhead pattering on the porcelain floor below them. It reminded her of rainfall from the topside in the living realm. She loved the rain and would often fall asleep to it in class on instinct. She tried not to focus on his soft,gentle scrubbing on her body and think more about her past life and what she could remember well. She was however brought out of her nostalgia trip when she felt him scrubbing the skin connecting her wings and tail before moving on to the curves and dips of her back and legs. She flinched,feeling his claws run along the skin under her fur. She never knew why bathtime was always so sensual in her mind. She supposed it was because the demon she was so deeply enamored with was the one scrubbing her from head to toe with careful,precise touches and reaching the spots she couldn't but were very sensitive for her. These touches often result in her nearly crippling over from the stimulation and she felt herself getting warmer and often found her mind wandering with the water pouring down. She shook those thoughts from her mind when they would resurface again. Every damn time! Why do they have to come and ruin my peaceful bathtime with Mr. Husk!

He's not even mine...

She often yelled this at herself for letting her mind conjure such thoughts. She was always snapped out of her self-scolding by the feeling of the water pouring down on her and Husk. The soup and shampoo and de-tangling conditioner being thoroughly rinsed and washed out, leaving her fur soft and with a pretty shine to her coat. As always,Husk climbed out first wrapping a towel around his waist before gently scooping Polaris out after him in a towel and turning off the shower,letting the tub drain. Husk cleans himself after Polaris is clean. He always put her before himself. He wasn't selfish and cared for her deeply.

Husk dried off and dried off Polaris,blowing through her fur with a blow-dryer. He chuckled when she puffed up from the warm air,causing the said bat to blush and pout at him laughing at her predicament. He proceeded to apply her deodorant to her underarms and moisturized her fur and hair,knowing that she was susceptible to dryness as soon as they hopped out of the shower. He'd already brushed her teeth and was now brushing and combing out the kinks and tangles in her head of hair. He smoothed her fur down,kissing her forehead and dressed her in something comfy. A simple,backless sweater with sparkles paired with black shorts. He heard her stomach grumble accompanied by her sheepish giggle.

"Let's get you some grub. Must be a bit hungry after getting a nice scrub in the tub." He figured as he booped her nose,being rewarded with a smile and outstretched arms as his signal to pick her up. "Looks like you aren't itchy anymore so let's go eat. I'll cook up somethin for ya." He picked her up and carried the both of them to the dining room to get something to eat. He cooked up some meat for her and watched as she hungrily chowed down,wiping the juices from her mouth as she ate.

He saw the look on her face as she lowered her muzzle to the plate. "Don't you do it." He warned as he saw her tongue flick out between her lips. "Don't you dare. Poli,I'm warnin ya. Don't you lick that plate." He threatened half-heartedly,sighing as his warning fell on deaf ears as she proceeded to lick the juices that dripped from the meat from the plate. A pool of juices from the pork chop he cooked for her was now being lapped up by her pink bat tongue. Once she finished, she giggled and let Husk take her plate to wash. He washed hers and his and they walked back to his room together. Poli had gone quiet and looked noticeably upset about something. "Polaris,what's the matter? You feelin alright?" He expressed his worry,approaching the small bat as she twiddled her fingers and lightly grinded her teeth together. Minutes passed and she remained quiet. Just as Husk was about to call out to her, she finally opened her mouth to speak. "I feel dirty... Why was bathtime so much more different this time than all the other times you bathed me? I can still feel your paws ghosting over my body even though we already left the bath and these thoughts... They don't feel right...i feel so bad about it...why was i so s-sensitive afterwards?" Her voice cracked as she spoke and tears bubbled up in her starry eyes,sniffling. Husk looked at her with wide eyes and took a seat beside her. "Poli, you-" He was interrupted by her mini screech of guilt. "A-am i bad for having these thoughts?! I-is it wrong?! A-am i wrong for thinking that way?! I-i feel like m-mr.Angel! I-is that b-bad?!" She continued to ramble and spout until her words became a jumbled mess and he couldn't decipher anything she was saying. He gently grabbed her and pulled her into a hug as she sobbed. She was coming undone once again and all husk could do was wait. Wait for her to come back down and reach her calm again. It took a bit but he eventually pulled her to arms length and she looked up at him with watery pale blue eyes. "A-am i...gross for...imagining you and i...in that way?" She shakily asked,hoping he wouldn't be disgusted with her and kick her out of his room or even worse than that.

"Those thoughts aren't bad at all...they're normal...i don't know why you were so jumpy and maybe you were extremely sensitive this time cause i had my paws lingering too long in those spots... I got distracted and caught up in my own thoughts... For some reason, my dumb old brain hyper-fixated on the softness of your fur and how your life must have been when you were alive. Don't ever think you were bad for having those thoughts,Poli. I care about you so much." he hugged her to his chest,rubbing her back and rocking her gently like he always did when she had her moments. "Y-you don't think I'm gross...m-mr.h-husk?" She felt him shake his head and tell her no in a hushed tone. She sniffled,snuggling up in his embrace before they both lied down at the head of his bed. Husk put on some nice,calming music to fill the quiet void between them. They didn't need to talk after that so they gazed into the other's eyes while Sway by Michael bublé played in the background. Husk took this as a chance to intertwine his and Polaris' claws together and hold hands while laying on the sides facing each other. A somber smile finding its way to both their faces. For a moment,they saw the other's human self in place of their own. Polaris saw Husk's human incarnation. A man with scruffy facial hair, tired brown eyes that looked sick of everything,with short messy graying hair. The man wore a vest over a white button-up shirt with black slacks with bands around the middle of the long sleeves of the shirt. In Husk's eyes, he saw in place of Polaris, a fair skinned girl with purple hair fading into a purplish-pink at the ends. The girl had pretty magenta colored eyes that he wasn't sure if those were contacts or her real eyes. The girl wore a purple off-the-shoulder sweater over a violet zip-up crop top with dark purple jeans and dark grey boots with purple along the front. He noticed there was a necklace with a rubber ring hanging from her neck matching the one he found Polaris with when they first met. After what he'd been told, he guessed the ring was a stimming toy to help Polaris with her stimming. He subconsciously reached out to stroke her cheek,seeing the girl jump before leaning into his touch with a soft smile. They both blinked,seeing the other was back to their normal demon appearance. To Polaris, while others might not have found Husk's human parallel self attractive, she found the man to be very handsome and good looking. She began to wonder if they had met while they were still alive, would they have gotten along and been friends or perhaps something more like they do here in hell?

Maybe not... But it didn't hurt to imagine such a nice vision. Husk had gotten stuck in his thoughts again and imagined a world where he and Polaris were both still alive and they had crossed paths. He would react brashly before being awestruck at her beauty,apologizing for being so rude and the two would strike off a conversation,getting to know the other while walking side by side.

Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to love and hold in your arms?

[thatssonanii]

Dumb Broad

HAHN

Lainey, Cameron and Benny had gone to Maxine to visit Eddie for lunch. And well ... to make sure he didn't snap at Lushion, Steven or Esperanza. Eddie decided they would go to the Love Train diner. The older woman and man that owned were funny to Eddie and he loked them shockingly.

Eddie held the door for them then walked in. He showed them to a booth and sat beside Lainey in the booth.

"Aye, Hattie! You not gon feed ya boy? I'm starvin?" He yelled out with a playful smile.

His siblings were glad to see a smile on his face, it was strange though. An older woman came walking from the back of the diner smiling.

"Eddie? That you, baby?"

Getting up to hug her, Eddie started to introduce his family. "That's my baby sister Lainey and these are my brothers, Cameron and Benny, my other brother had some business to handle. Yall this is Ms. Hattie, she owns this place."

"Aht aht! I told you boy, this is not just her diner its mine too. This old bat couldn't do this by herself."

"And that's Floyd," Eddie laughed sitting back down.

The siblings' food had just come to the table, they dug in to their food talking amongst themselves. They talked about everything except for the turmoil their family was in, no one wanted to ruin the others appetite or mood.

Eddie's phone started to vibrate on the table, after his third time declining it Cameron spoke up.

"If you need to take that, go head. We don't mind."

"I mind," he huffed.

"Well who is it?" Benny asked.

"Mika's dumbass mama. Whatever it is, she can ask Steven or Lushion's nosey ass."

The siblings went back to eating and talking once his phone stopped ringing. It started to vibrate again, Lainey grabbed it snuff answered it.

"What, Esmeralda?"

"It's Esperanza and where is Eddie? I need to talk to Eddie."

"We're eating lunch, he doesn't wanna talk to you."

"Alaina, just give him the phone! This is important!"

"First, don't yell at me. Second, tell me what it is and I'll decide if it's important enough."

The two women went back and forth for about five more minutes. Lainey was calmly letting Esperanza have it, she didn't falter or pause and she honestly couldn't tell you what the other woman was saying.

"Can you please just tell Eddie that some guy called me and said that he's coming to kill me and Mika today? Please?"

Lainey took the phone from her ear to look at it then put it back up to her ear. "Why you ain't just say that? Who called you?"

"Some guy named Eric, I don't know."

"Stay your ass in your bedroom. We're coming." Lainey got off the phone then looked at her brothers. "We gotta go get them."

"No, hell no. I'll get my daughter but her ass it's staying there."

"Eric is trying to kill them. Do you really wanna deal with that, Eddie?" Lainey asked pushing him out of the booth.

He rolled his eyes asked groaned as he got up. "Knew I shouldn't have married her dumbass. If she could keep her fucking mouth closed."

The siblings left the diner, speeding towards Esperanza's house. Lainey rode with Eddie in his truck and Cameron drove behind them with Benny. Parking a block away, they ran to the house with their guns out and low. They watched Eddie's back while he unlocked the door. He rushed inside with Lainey right behind him, Cameron went to check the back door and Benny stays at the front looking slyly out of the windows.

As soon as Eddie opened the door Mika ran straight to him, hugging him around his waist, sobbing quietly. He tucked his gun seat to comfort her.

"Hey, it's alright. Stop that cryin, we're good. Everything's okay," he insisted softly.

"No, Daddy," she cried, "Mama said some man was gonna kill us! I'm scared."

After sending Mika to her room to hurriedly back a bag, Eddie glared at his ex-wife and spoke through gritted teeth, "Why would your dumbass tell her that? Huh? You must have shit for brains."

Esperanza stood in front of him and Lainey with her arms folded, "I want gonna lie to her, she needed to know that we're in danger, Edward cause you sure weren't."

"You're damn right I wasn't, she's nine you dumbass! She doesn't need to know that."

"Well dammit, Eddie, next time, cause you're gonna put us in danger again, leave me rules cause apparently I keep making the wrong decisions."

Eddie looked her up and down, "Your ass better hope your alive to see a next time. Pack your damn bag and lets go. Don't take all damn day either."

Lainey told Eddie to go help Mika and she would wait on Esperanza. She stood in the doorway with her gun in her hand watching Esperanza move around the room.

"Could you put that away?" Esperanza asked packing clothes into her bag.

"Girl, pack that damn bag and let's go. I'm not Eddie, I don't have to restrain myself from putting my foot up your ass, Princess."

"Ugh, no wonder you're related to him. You're just as rude as he is."

"Nah, I'm worse than he is. You got two minutes, hurry up or get left," Lainey said with a shrug.

"Do not rush me, I'm flustered and scared give me time."

"Girl," Lainey chuckled, "Hurry the hell up. Two minutes, I'm not playing. Try me and you'll have a bullet in your ass."

Cameron was watching out of the kitchen window when he saw one of Lainey and Zion's older brothers walk into the backyard. He kept quiet watching Eric's movements. He whistled lowly catching his siblings attention, they came walking to the kitchen.

"What's up," Benny asked.

"We got a guest. He came through the back."

Eddie nodded going back to the bedrooms to get Mike and Esperanza.

"Lainey, you and Eddie can get them to the truck. We'll keep watch for Eric and handle him."

Lainey nodded and started to back away. "Okay but dont kill him unless you really have to. I wanna do that."

"You got it, baby sis. Just make sure they stay quiet," Cam nodded continuing to look out the window.

Lainey met Eddie and the girls in the living room. Eddie was arguing quietly with Esperanza.

"What the hell is your problem? I told your ass let's go so move." He fussed quietly.

"No, I'm not leaving. We're gonna get shot if we go out there."

As soon as she said that Mika started to cry. Eddie shushed her as gingerly as he could. Lainey told Eddie to take Mika to the truck and she would bring Esperanza. Eddie didn't wait, he scooped his daughter up in his arms then ran out the door to his truck.

"Listen, I told you I'm not playing. Move your ass or get a bullet in it."

"No! I'm not going!"

Lainey punched her in her mouth to silence her effectively. It was either that or she hit her with the butt of the gun. She then pointed her gun in Esperanza's face to keep her from making any other noise. Esperanza held her bleeding mouth crying.

"You're gonna pick up that fucking bag and run to that fucking car. Do not stop until you are inside with the door closed, I'm gonna be right behind you," she explained quickly and quietly. "Do you understand?"

Esperanza nodded.

"Good let's go. He's parked a block away to your left. And if you stop, I will leave your ass right where you start, Mika's mother or not."

The two women ran for the door, just as their feet hit the driveway there was a loud boom from inside the house. Esperanza looked back at the noise but a glimpse of Lainey's gun kept her going. She jumped in the backseat of Eddie's truck, Lainey in the front and as soon as their doors closed Eddie pulled off as fast as he could.

Mika noticed her mother's lip and frowned, "Your bleeding, Mama. What happened?"

"Don't worry about it, babygirl," Eddie smiled looking in the rearview mirror. "That's what happens when adults dont listen to Auntie Lainey."

[smartcookie727]

The Game

Hey yall! Thanks for bearing with me through finals. It definitely had me stressed out, so I figured we could use some fluff to help release that tension ;) Thanks to @kmmcm for the request. I’m on to the next one! Fair warning, this most definitely gets NSFW. I'd love to know what y'all think! Leave me some notes in the comments or tags or drop by my ask box. I'm happy to chat. It's always helpful so I can determine what works well :)

Paring: Gajevy

Prompt: Secret

Length: 1.6k

The Game

Yes! It was here. Of course he'd make her climb to the top shelf to get the damn clue. Gajeel just loved to remind her of how short she was.

 Almost done Shrimp. Yer a smart one. Have fun climbing up here? I bet yer ass looked cute as hell wiggling your way up the cabinets. Yer shadow probably had a great view.

 Levy snapped her head to stare at the floor. She thought she caught a wisp of black darting out of the room. Gajeel and his shadow form were becoming quite annoying. She sighed, of course he'd been watching her.

 Here's yer last clue before ya get yer prize. You can find me at home.

 Home, her apartment at Fairy Hills? Was it really that simple? None of the other clues had been so straightforward, and that wasn't the point of their game. Levy leaned against the cabinets, analyzing every word. She ran her fingers through her hair, twirling and pulling it every which way, willing herself to understand his clue. She began to pace back and forth when her foot slipped on a puddle of water. Levy cursed. She'd been so concerned with figuring out the clue, she'd forgotten she was on the kitchen counter and not the floor. 

"Solid Script: Soft!" she yelled. The spell caught her mere inches above the ground. Levy hit the word with a thud. Sighing, she rested her head on the "S" like a pillow. Levy knew she could be careless when she was working on a problem. Her brain would block everything out until she found what she sought. Levy's eyes wandered to the clock, and she realized she'd been playing his game all day.

 There had been a devilish look in his eyes when he'd handed her the first clue. She'd been having breakfast at the guild hall when Gajeel had sauntered in and planted himself behind her. Levy remembered the hair on her neck standing on end when he'd bent down and whispered that she was now playing his game. If she won, he'd give her a prize. He'd playfully bit her earlobe and walked away, laughing. The blush that had sprouted on her cheeks didn’t dissipate for a long five minutes, and she'd gotten questioning stares from everyone who'd been in the hall. Levy had played it off as another one of his jokes about her height. She was now ten clues in, and he'd taken her everywhere around the guild.

 Home. His home? Was he going to ask her to move in? They'd only been dating a month. No one was even supposed to know about them. It couldn't be that. Home. Somewhere special? The guild? Home.

 "Levy?" Mira gasped, "What are you doing on the floor? I heard a crash and ran in here and you're--"

 "Oh, I kinda fell. Sorry to worry you, Mira. I'm fine," Levy interrupted, her cheeks were on fire again.

 "What were you even doing in the kitchen?" Mirajane questioned, her eyes narrowing. Levy froze. "I never expected you to be in here. You're always in the library,” she chuckled, “sometimes it seems like you live there."

 "I just needed something. Uh, you were busy, so I just came in and got it myself. Thanks, Mira!" Levy stammered as she frantically rose to her feet and darted out of the kitchen.

 The library. Of course, he was in the library. It made perfect sense. As Levy dashed down to the guild's library, she knew she'd won. Throwing back the doors to her favorite room, she stood in disbelief. He wasn't there. Gajeel had to be there. Cautiously, Levy walked through the door.

 "Gajeel! I know you're here," Levy called, her voice echoing among the bookcases. She began walking up and down the familiar rows. She had been wandering for several minutes and was starting to doubt her earlier certainty when a husky voice came from behind her.

 "Congratulations, Miss Levy, looks like you've earned your prize."

 Levy squeaked, jumping straight up. Gajeel caught her legs and waist with his arms and pressed her into one of the bookcases.

 "My, my, Miss McGarden, jumping into a man's arms without even looking to see who he is first. You're pretty bold," Gajeel teased.

 "Gajeel! You need to stop sneaking up behind me." Levy pouted, crossing her arms across her chest.

 He couldn't help but laugh. "I'm just having a little fun with ya, Shrimp."

 "So…where's my prize?"

 Gajeel set her down on the ground and fished around his pocket. He presented her a book wrapped with ribbon. "Here ya go, Shrimp. Ya won it fair and square."

 Levy took the book, smiling. "Thank you, Gajeel, but why did you get this for me?"

 "Cause you're special, and I want things to stay special." He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

 "I don't like you because you buy me gifts. I like you for you," Levy cooed, looking up at him with longing eyes. They embraced for a minute, savoring the warmth they shared. Gajeel smiled and tucked a strand of blue hair behind Levy's ear.

 "Ya know why I did this today?" he asked, kissing her on the cheek.

 Levy blushed and giggled, "Why? It was actually pretty fun."

 "It's been a month since we've gotten together, and I've never been happier. Why can't we let other people know?" he paused, tilting her chin up to ensure she was looking him in the eye. "It's hot sneaking around, but I want everyone to know you're mine." Gajeel ran his hand along the side of her figure, lingering at her breasts and hips.

 "Aww, Gajeel, that's so sweet." Levy broke their gaze. "I'm…I'm not sure. What will the others say? Honestly, I'm worried." Her pace quickened, she was getting flustered. "Things are really great right now. What if it's because the others don’t know? We'll be teased by everyone!" He could feel her starting to shake. "We won't have any time to ourselves. No peace and quiet to try and make this work. They'll always be breathing down our necks. I just--"

 Gajeel shushed her with a finger to her lips. "Quiet, Levy. It's time for your punishment."

 "Eehh?" Levy squeaked as she jerked her head back to meet his eyes.

 Gajeel flashed her a wild grin. "You took all day to find me," he mused, grabbing her hips and pushing her against the bookcase. "I got bored." There was no longer any space between them. Gajeel's face hovered against her cheek. "Gihihi. I thought ya woulda figured out the clues faster with that big ol' brain of yers." He pinned Levy against the books and kissed her hard. She melted under his heat. His hand cupped her neck as his tongue began to explore her mouth. Their kiss left Levy breathless. When they finally came up for air, Gajeel pressed a gentle kiss to Levy's nose. "If you'd relied on your senses more, you coulda sniffed me out."

 Levy scoffed, "I'm not a dragon slayer, I don’t have heightened senses or anything like that."

 Gajeel scooped her into his arms and carried her to a nearby table. "Well then, guess I'm gonna need to make sure ya know my scent. We're not leaving here until you do." He laid her prone on the table and leaned down to her ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard the only thing you'll be able to think of is my scent." Levy went scarlet. Gajeel slowly climbed on top of her. It was so fun to tease her. The Shrimp would turn bright red with just the least bit of dirty talk. "I don't give a damn what anyone in the guild thinks or says. If you want to keep this a secret that's your job now. I want my woman, and I'm not holding back." Gajeel hungrily kissed her again. He was already rock hard from all the teasing.

 Levy pressed her lips together, desperately stifling her moans of pleasure as Gajeel ran his hands along her body. He removed each piece of clothing slowly, enjoying her muffled squeals as she tried to stay quiet. She gasped as he removed her underwear and began to rub his thumb against her clit. His other fingers explored her folds, he pumped his index finger in and out of her core, and curled it inside her until she arched her back and loosed another gasp.

 "Gihihi. Now this game. You're gonna lose this game, Levy." With that, Gajeel dropped his head and grabbed her slit with his lips. He circled her pearl with his tongue as his hand played with her core. Levy was dripping with desire, and Gajeel knew it was only a matter of time before she'd cave.

 Levy's thoughts were a blur as she bit hard on her lips. Gajeel knew how to tease her in every way she loved. She was more than ready for him to take her. Every brush of his tongue racked her brain with pleasure, and she began to lose her inhibitions. Levy couldn’t hold back much longer. Maybe it was time to tell the others. She felt him suck hard on her most sensitive spot. Their game was over.

 "Ahhhhhh, Gajeel!" Levy screamed as a deep moan erupted from her lips and she climaxed. Crap. She cringed as she realized how loud she'd been. It had probably almost reached the main hall. Gajeel's lips were back on hers as he kissed her passionately, covered in his prize from her orgasm. They definitely weren't a secret anymore.

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I'm honestly just here to supply mitjo til mars updates again

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I was pretty sure Mitch Mueller was going to kill me. As I grew up it was for different reasons but they all led to my demise. In middle school I thought he would hang me up a flag pole during summer break and let the birds eat away at my carcass. In senior year of highschool I thought he’d burying me alive in a ditch somewhere in the woods, or maybe tie me to a really heavy rock and push my in the river. A few weeks later I figured my end was near when I was asked to take pictures for prom and Mitch offered to drive me. God I hope that cyclist was okay. And now a few years later I’m staring at the bright red letters on the front of the hospital building, standing like an idiot with legs that feel like both jell-o and lead knowing damn well Mitch Mueller was going to give me a heart attack I swear.

Reality shoved me hard enough to get me moving as I walked inside the building and up to the receptionist desk. The blonde smiled sweetly at me as I asked to see a patient who was just signed in an hour earlier. “Sure dear, what’s the name?” I tell her and the smile turns into mild disgust and fear. That happens more often than you think. She checks her computer and hands me a slip with the door number and points me in the right direction. I thank her and leave. Don’t you have to be family to check up on them? I’m pretty sure you do but chalk it up that she was taken by surprise when I asked to see Mitch. That jelly feeling starts to come back the farther I go down the hallway. By the time I reach the right door they’re visibly shaking. But hey so are my hands. I felt cold, numb, that weird feeling when the blood drains out of you but also rushes through every vein a mile a minute. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like being here. I didn’t like why I was here but well no a days I didn’t like a lot of those things. Those things including- I knocked on the door and a rough but familiar voice said to come in- making sure my dumb ass boyfriend didn’t get himself killed. I opened the door just enough to slide in before closing it behind me. Everything was either stark white or that god awful pattern you only saw on Dixie cups and Vaporwave albums. Mixed with the smell of harsh soap and weak immune systems it was an assault on the senses.

“Well look who it is. Hey spots, glad you can make it these nurses aren’t exactly the life of the party.” Mitch laughed at his own joke followed by a silent curse and he rubbed his leg. I nodded staring at my feet. “Aw come on spots I ain’t gonna bite. Pull up a chair, jesus fuck you look worse than I do.” I looked up and I kind of wish I hadn’t. There was still dried blood smeared under his nose and lip that stained a few teeth of that trademark smirk. There was a cut across the bridge of his nose and over one eyebrow both sealed with medical tape. His right leg was propped up with pillows in a cast and there was so many… things just attach to his arm and chest that thankfully were mostly covered by the hospital gown. “Hello? Earth to spots? Anybody in there?” he waves his hand in front of my face and I snap out of it.

“W-what happened?”

“He speaks! Had me worried there for a sec. Those kids getting to you again? I swear I don’t why you thought photography teacher was a decent career ch-”

“What happened?” he stopped and the smirk wavered a bit.

“I sorta hit a deer.” he ran a hand through his hair, he only did that when he was nervous, stressed, lying, or all three.

“Sorta?” I kept my hands at my side hoping he wouldn’t notice them, he did anyway.

“Yeah look it wasn’t all that bad like I moved out of the way, only clipped it, it ran off so it’ll be fine. Spots come on it’s not like I hit it straight on.”

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“-Hit it straight on.” I argued but that didn’t seem to register with him. He keep looking at at my arm and the cast and the cuts and he just wasn’t listen. He stepped a little closer holding onto the railings, he looked back at the cast and started biting his lip. Green a blue lights started dancing in and out of existence around him. He was usually so keen on keeping them down in public but at this point that was that last thing he was thinking about. Fuck I think I had to tell him. Shit I didn’t want to tell him. But he kept looking at that damn cast and he knew clipping a deer didn’t do that kind of damage. Fuck I had to tell him. “Yeah I um… so I clipped a deer and-” I coughed and whispered under my breath that in an effort not to completely take out fucking bambi with my car I kinda jumped the railing and crashed into the river.

In hindsight maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.

For the next ten minutes I sat up the best I could trying to look a the puddled mess of my fucking boyfriend trying not to lose his shit (and failing miserably) in the corner. At least some part of his brain let him collapse in the chair instead of the floor these things were fucking nasty. His legs curled up to his chest and a hand over his mouth as he stared at an empty space of sanity between him and passing out. The blue lights mimicking the monitor on the side of the bed spiking around his shaking form. Christ was he gonna pass out? Shit I think he was. If anything he was gonna have an asthma attack. God dammit. I held out my hand and the chair screeched closer to the bed until the two touched. Painfully I turned to lay on my side and played with a curl in his hair. For the next couple of minutes we staid like that. Him panicking in his own little world as I idly mess with his hair. Eventually he’d come back to reality. He hated his hair being messed with, much more now that it’s pattern changed in the last few years making it even curlier than before. Sure enough when he composed himself (At least enough that he wasn’t shaking as much) he swatted my hand away automatically and tiny laugh escaped his lips as I reached for another curl. He grabbed my hand and I placed it against his cheek rubbing the soft skin. He started crying but at this point I think it was more relief than fear. At least for my heart’s sake I was going to tell myself it was out of relief. This kid I swear was going to be the death of me.

“You good now joey bean?” I leaned forward and kissed his head. My leg did not appreciate that shit but fuck have you seen my baby, my leg would just have to suck it the fuck up and deal with it. He laughed again and kissed me back.

“Okay-okay I’m good. You…” he stared at the cast and sighed. “You’re going to be okay.”

“Promise babe. Now be a doll and help me would ya moving this thing isn’t exactly easy.” he helped replace the pillows and I could lay back comfortably again. Well as comfortable as I could get, my leg felt like jell-o and the other just felt like pain. I was actually terrified when I went in the water, I did hit bambi straight on but spots didn’t need to know that. Spots also didn’t need to know that the river impact crumpled the car smashing out the bone s in my leg, and as far as I was concerned and I made painfully aware to ALL of the nurses before I let them call my joey bean, that none of these fuckers were going to let him know I had to be dragged out of said river because my heart stopped. That shit was going to my grave.

The doctor came in a while after and I was allowed to go home the next day. The next few weeks were… well…

“Oh my goodness just let me help you you stubborn bastard!”

“I can get up to take a piss by myself thank you”

“You walked where?!”

“Babe it’s half priced doughnut sunday. I wasn’t missing that”

“i’m not hurting you am I? I can move if-”

“Babe please just shut up and watch the movie.”

Well they were something. When I got the cast off it was such a damn relief for both of us. That night I could actually get up and grab a beer without him demanding he get it for me. I sat on the couch staring at the nearly mutes screen. I looked down and smiled. Jonas had fallen asleep about half way through the movie. I turned off the tv and stood up slowly, scooping him up in my arms and heading towards the bedroom. Honestly my leg still hurt like a bitch but any time I get to hold my squishy babe was pain well felt. I tucked him into bed and kissed him, he muttered and rolled over but otherwise remained still. “Night spots” as I turned out the light I swore I saw a small smile creep on his face. God this kid was going to be the death of me.

OHHHH MY GOSH DUDE!!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUBMITTING AGAIN AND I LOVED THIS,,, DANG MITCH GETTING HIMSELF HURT AUGUGHFD

[mmmisfortune]

Snorts right in her face.

     STICKS HER FINGERS IN HIS STUPID NOSE.