#and im planning on doing a continuation later

[kamospeach]

told you i like gentle giants so you softened up .ᐟ

plot: ceo!sukuna and the woman he was forced to marry finally learning to get along.

content warning: none at all. it's not 18+ but if i make a fic it will be.

peachy's yap: i wanna make this into a fic but im not 100% sure yet, lmk ! no smut just a small fluff to test out the waters. one last one shot coming until i go on a lil break.

this wasn't what you wanted at all. ever since you were a little girl you planned to get married to a caring man. years later give birth to a love child hold he or she in your arms as you and your loving husband smiled at one another.

that dream was gone now and here you were a year after your wedding. terrified to even knock on the door of his study knowing his temper was off the wall at the moment. when you were cooped up in your hobby room you could hear him barking orders. while you sat in silence writing novel after novel he forbade you to publish.

this was your everyday, wake up alone, eat alone, write alone, shower alone, watch movies alone, and even go to sleep alone. he was in his study night and day until his hefty body slipped into your shared bed waking you at 2am. he didn't bother to apologize he just turned away going to sleep himself. and yet you found yourself wanting to be close to sukuna.

you sighed already knowing the conversation you both were bound to have today... just like every month for the last year. you were given to him for your writing and negotiating skills. his father the previous boss offered to pay your father millions to suspend the contract at your job for you to work for them. all for money. you raised your hand knocing on the wretched door.

you and sukuna moved into this house 6 months ago and it felt like you'd been locked away in a tower. although sukuna never listened to your ideas or let you have your way about anything he left the house details to you. he stood back as you worked with the sketchy architect who purposely looked down your blouse (his words).

he let you pick out the number of rooms, and bathrooms. the ceiling height, the shape of the pool, even how many patio chairs you wanted. he let you decorate the house pick the colors, even would let you throw splashes of pink and purple where ever you pleased. but you never did it, you didn't want to do it if not with sukuna.

but to sukuna none of this mattered because his work was more important. in his words he said 'i'll let you deal with less important matters. at least im positive you won't fuck that up.' did that statement hurt? hell yeah but even then you still wanted to be close to him.

"s...sukuna?" you stuttered waiting to hear his gruff voice.

"get in here." he said sternly and you pushed the heavy doors open, struggling at the weight. once you pushed in you stood by the door hands behind your back fingers laced. "sit." he said pointing to the chair in front of his desk and you scurry not wanting to anger him.

"i'm sorry i didn't come sooner i was writing and i had a idea i couldn't lose." you plead his eyes never left yours. he face expression neither annoyed nor pleased.

"why must you continue writing, when you have a duty to fulfill here." he grumbled and you looked down at your thumbs.

"sukuna you wont let me go with you to negotiate that's all m'good for." you say and he scoffs at your excuse.

"you are here to write contracts and negotiate deals you have not done any of that over the last year!" he said his voice raising, by no means were you a push over. scared of this big, brolic, hunk definitely but one thing you'll never be is a punk.

"you have yet to assign me any work. i know what you'll say 'you should come ask me if there's anything to do' but you are my boss. you instruct i follow, i refuse to do anything for you if you can not request it on your own." your reply was calm, you didn't want to anger him further.

"i don't want to overwhelm you," he sighs. his strict facade dropping as he handed you papers and you hum. looking down at the papers it was full of stats and numbers that made your head spin. "this is everyday work for me, i need your help but i must figure it out alone."

"the numbers are a bit crazy but it's not much to find a way to make a deal that'll pretty up the numbers." you tell him and he nods.

"how?" he asked and you looked up at him. this was the first time sukuna had asked for your help. you were shocked that he even let you know that he needed help.

"i mean your the statistics man. once you work out the numbers we can talk negotiating." you tell him with a smile hoping the sly compliment of him being good with numbers didn't slip past him. his red eyes looked up at you through his thick lashes. the corner of his lips tugging upwards as if he wanted to smile and couldn't.

this day was the first day you sat next to sukuna behind his desk. your knees touched and even that amount of contact was enough for you. you helped him clean up his desk and he didn't object he just said 'make sure you put them where i tell you'. and you did picking up the papers on his desk and organizing them for him. placing them in different stacks based off who and what they were from.

little did you know sukuna admired your every move. he watched how you walked around his office complaining about how dull it was. how your curls bounced with every step you took. he watched you search up paint colors and decor for his office. not once did this distract him, he either hummed in agreement or disagreement as he worked on the numbers.

even days later the connection between sukuna and you began to grow. he listened to your opinions and even stepped out of his office during the day. he came to your writing room to sit and drink coffee with you at 3am when you felt like you had a good idea. he even showed you the room you called the 'junk room' that was quite literally filled with sukuna's junk. he pulled out an electric guitar bragging about how it was signed by one of the best.

he tells you the name as you face scrunches up in confusion never hearing of this man ever. but even your disinterest in that didn't deter his sheer audacity and gall. he called you a degenerate and said you were a bug under a rock. you replied with 'more like a boulder' as you looked him up and down judgingly.

this comment made sukuna laugh, yes actually laugh. from that day you never held in a joke, letting anything on your mind loose. sometimes sukuna would look at you as if you said the stupidest shit on earth. most times he'd shake his head with an endearing smile but 2 times out of 10 he'd laugh.

day after day the more time you spent with sukuna the more you were pulled out of the depression. you watched movies of families with a smile even thinking about having a child with that demon.

in return sukuna became more comfortable approaching you. initially he was scared to anger you or say something that would hurt your feelings. heading his father's warning 'don't talk to her too much. you know how you are, you'll hurt her feelings.' so he listened avoided starting conversation, leaving the bed before you woke up and coming in after you fell asleep. ate in his office and never ever entered your writing room.

that day you came in and told him he was your boss changed his brain chemistry. his father was wrong, he wouldn't hurt your feelings because you wanted him to act like your boss. you could dish it out and take it. that day was when sukuna thought to himself 'i could really get used to this'.

that's why after a month of the two of finally getting along sukuna instructed you to meet him at the dining table. dining table was a stretch as it only had 2 chairs. as you waited for him assuming it was about work you were shocked for sukuna to slam down your houses floorplan.

"it's about time we made this house into a home don't ya think?" he asked looking at you and you smiled. and the two of you sat there all night you sipping on a shirley temple and he drank whiskey. he promised he'd make you cocktails from now on since you found out he was a bartender for all of 3 months.

you planned and brainstormed until the next morning. you were leaned on the table drool coming out of your mouth. sukuna smiled at how comfortable you had became around him. he lifted you and carried you up the stairs. that was the first day sukuna felt like he was really a husband. that day was when sukuna swore to himself that he would be a husband.

[lumosflairr]

im begging for ron smut!! pls anything like brothers best friend ron fcking harry‘s little sister (of age ofc) while everyone’s in the house (weasley house)🤭

omg yes. your wish is my command bc i absolutely love this. Im sorry for such a late response btw!!

Best friend’s little sister.

this story contains smut. if you are uncomfortable with reading smut do not continue reading this whole story. Thank you!!

He shouldn’t feel this way about you.

No, he couldnt..

but oh, it felt so good.

Ever since last school year, Ron had noticed changes in you. How you’ve grown taller, your hair was now longer, and you were now more mature. But, he noticed other things to. The way your uniform hugs your figure just right, the way your chest had grown, and the way you have grown so perfectly.

He knew it was wrong. Looking at you the way he does, practically fantasizing about you. He knew it was horrible in fact, because you are his best friend’s little sister.

Every time you would come to sit with the Golden trio in the common room, in the Great hall, or simply anywhere, he could barely speak. Merlin knows he’s always thought you were fit, but this year? All the thinking that he’s doing is with his dick.

Now that it’s summer break, you were there with the Golden trio and the Weasley family in their household. Fred and George had been talking about going down to a river they found while exploring. You all agreed to go by later that evening after lunch and go swim.

As you sat at the Weasley dinner table eating the sandwiches Molly had made, You and Ron were say beside one another with harry across from the two of you. Hermione was beside Harry, and Ginny was on the other side of Harry while the twins were beside Hermione. You all listened into Fred and George talk about the time they knicked the Marauders map from Filch during their first year.

“Well what did you do after that?” You asked, laughing after hearing their escape plan from detention. “We made a bloody run for it of course!” George chipped in, taking a drink of his juice. “Whenever we came to the conclusion on what is was, we knew we could cause some wicked pranks with it!” Fred said, his smile not faltering. “But like we told Harry and you, your needs were greater than ours.” George said almost immediately after Fred, Merlin these two were so in sync.

“Yeah, don’t think I’ll ever forget Lupin and Snape catching me with it. It was quite funny whenever it told him to keep his abnormally large nose out of it though.” Harry said, which earned a laugh from everyone. Harry and you have always been close. I mean, you two were the only family you had left. Besides the Weasleys of course.

Though, there is one Weasley you don’t quite consider family. You did at once, but ever since his 4th year and your 3rd, things have been difficult with your feelings towards him. Whenever you saw him and his hair was grown longer, his jaw slightly more chiseled, you knew there was something there. Now it was about 3 years since then, but your feelings have turned into hopelessly in love. You and Ron had always been quite close, but you would catch each other staring at one another. Sharing such a Romantic and passionate look, you were sure something was there. It had to be.

After you ate, you went up to the room that you, Ginny, and Hermione shared. The three of you changed into your swimsuits, and headed down. You carried your bag with your sunblock, sunglasses, and other items you knew you would need. As you all made it downstairs, the boys were waiting for you.

Ever since your last birthday, you had to admit you have grown quite nice. Your breasts were fuller, and your mid body had slimmed. Your legs had grown some muscle which caused your butt to have grown. (Thanks, quidditch workouts!)

“Well what do we have here Georgie?” Fred said, his eyes landing on you. “Looks like summer just got a whole lot hotter” George finished after him. The twins approached beside you and wrapped their arms around them. Ron and Harry gave the twins a look. One in a “hey, thats my little sister you twat” and the other in a “you know i want her, back off” kinda way. The twins were well aware of Ronikins little crush, and they were going to drag it out to his coffin.

You gave the twins a playful eye roll and a smirk. “I could say the same about you lot.” This earned a giggle from the twins, and a frown from Harry and Ron.

As you all went to the river, Ron could barley keep his eyes off of you. He noticed how your body was just so mesmerizing. Every curve he wanted to worship. He was so caught up in fantasizing about you, he nearly forgot he was already engaged in a conversation with Harry.

“Why are you staring at my sister?” Harry said, which earned a very loud and nervous “I was not!” from Ron. Rons face flushed pink as Harry gave him a puzzled look. “I just mean..i wasn’t staring at her.. just the trees nd’ stuff around us..y’know nature and all” Ron said, keeping his eyes to his feet. “Never took you for a nature guy but okay..” Harry mumbled, after a while he continued his past conversation.

After you all arrived at the river, Fred and George found an abnormally large and wide tree. It was short and close to the ground, and thats when the twins came up with an idea..- as they always did, which was to jump from the tree into the river.

The twins went first, taking a dive in as Harry and Ron followed suite. When Ron took his jump he let out a boyish (yet somehow girly) yelp, which earned a giggle from you.

“Are you two sure this is a good idea?” Hermione said, you could tell she was nervous about it. “Of course we are! Cmon Mione, live up some!” Ginny said, brushing her shoulder against Hermiones. “It’ll be fun i promise.” You said, Ginny has always been quite rambunctious, which is what generally attracted you to becoming her friend. Ginny then ran as she took off towards the end of the tree. Ginny then jumped, and floated back up and swam towards her twin brothers.

You gave Hermione a smile and squeezed her hand. “Don’t be nervous Hermione, Its not that far up anyways” You said as you peaked over the tree. “Right..” Hermione said, taking a deep breath in as she stayed behind you. You went towards the end of the tree and gave the boys (and Ginny) a wave.

“Cmon, smalls, jump!” The twins said in practical union, as always. You took a couple of steps back, then ran off the tree. You felt your body fall towards the bottom and the water splash and suck you in. You then floated right back up to the top as Ginny then and wiped your eyes so you could see. As you opened your eyes, you came face to face with your brother Harry.

“All good?” Harry said, checking your arms just in case. Even though he was practically still a toddler when your parents passed, (Yes, i am aware he was a baby but this adds to our current plot) he was always so protective over you. Whenever Dudley would steal your toys or shove you out of the way, Harry always stood up for you. Or whenever The Dursleys would barley give the two of you a meal, Harry would give you over half of his.

“Yes Harry, m’ fine” You gave him a smile as he nodded, your attention then turning to Ron. You swam over to him as he flashed you that cute smirk of his. Godric, he would be the death of you. He wrapped his arm around your waist under the dirty water and let out a slight chuckle. “Your cannonballs suck” he said, which you returned with a slap to his shoulder. “My cannonballs suck? lets talk about your girly scream for help when you were jumping off” You returned his smirk with one of your one and raised a brow. “I didnt scream for help, sweetheart, i was just screaming from the adrenaline..” he gave you one of his sassy pouts.

No wonder so many people thought the two of you were dating. The playful banter, the laughs together, the hand placement. It was practically written out for the two of you.

As Ron stared deeply into your eyes, his own pair grazed your face. That bloody gorgeous face. That face did so many things to him. He wanted to wake up in the mornings and make you laugh, make you smile, then his eyes faltered to your lips.

Those lips he wanted to kiss day and night, those lips he wanted to see move as you gave him a smart reply. Those lips that he wanted his cock wrapped around. Those lips that he wanted to feel you use to mark him neck as he returned the favor. Those lips that he wants to make you scream his name as you cum around his mouth.

As a sudden splash came by, his thoughts (and yours) were quickly interrupted by Hermione jumping in. As you gave him a smile and a giggle, you swam away.

Ron couldnt believe how down bad he was for you. He wanted you in every single way. He wanted to make you his. He wanted to fuck you till you couldn’t walk. He wanted to hear those pretty little moans come out while he fucked that sweet cunt.

Ron also wanted to wake up in the mornings and see you in your shared bed, asleep, as he goes to check on your own children. Make breakfast for you, go celebrate holidays with his family not just as his best friends little sister, but his wife.

He knew his feelings were growing every day. He knew he had to tell Harry. Its not like he could ask for your parents permission, and Harry was the only family you had left. He was so unsure on how to approach it, whether that be just simply blurting it out randomly like, “Hey, I’m in love with your sister, do ya mind?” or..well… thats his only option.

As he snapped out of this thoughts, he came over to the others as you all enjoyed your day in the River.

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After the day at the River, you were sprawled out beside Ron on the couch. Harry and the twins were on the floor while Ginny and Hermione were on the other side of Ron.

Fred and George then came up with another clever idea. The twins trotted up the stairs to their room and came back down with Fire whiskey. “Truth or dare?” said George, Fred quickly following behind “if you cant complete the request, you drink”.

“Im up for it” Harry said, his attention turning to you and Ron. “Hell yeah I am!” you said, quickly getting up. “I suppose..” Ron said, getting up with you. Ginny agreed to play as well, while Hermione said she would rather go to bed then stay up and drink. As she walked up to her shared room with you and Ginny, the six of you sat in a circle.

As the game progressed, things got heated. It started with all fun, like you getting dared to do a silly dance or Fred and George burping the ABC’s, simply dumb funny stuff. After a while, it started getting more personal. More drinks were being taken as some didn’t want to answer nor do the things that mostly Fred and George told them to. You’d have already had about 5 shots of fire whiskey.

You weren’t completely drunk, but you damn well weren’t sober. Thats when you started looking at Harry and Ginny beside each other, and got a horribly wonder idea. It was now your turn to give out a dare. You looked at Harry and gave him a smirk. “Harry, i dare you to kiss Ginny.”

Ginny’s face turned red as Harry shot you a look. You were well aware of his crush on the red head, as you were sure about her feelings towards your older brother. “You..what?” Ron said, you could tell this was making him feel weird. He gave Harry and Ginny a look, as he realized the awkward tension between the two. Although, he soon realized he couldn’t be to upset. He didn’t know Harrys confirmed feelings towards Ginny, but he knew he was most definitely so down bad for you.

Fred and George chuckled and let out a “Ooooo” as they laid back.”Go on lover birds, get to kissin’” George said as Ginny shot her brother a look. “A dares a dare, unless you would like to end your no drink streak?” you teased, giving a smirk to the two of them.

Harry let out a sigh as he locked eyes with Ginny. He put his hands in hers and pulled her close as he inched closer to her face. Their lips immediately meet and share a kiss together as they pull away both with pink faces, Harry having a slight smile on his face.

Ron let out a gag as you, along with Fred and George- laughed. Harry shot you another glare and let out a laugh. “Funny, huh?” Harry spoke, raising his brow. “Very funny, my dear brother” You teased as you finished laughing, sitting back up.

“Alright then, I dare you to makeout with Fred”

The room went silent.

Ron could feel his blood boiling.

You and Fred shared a look. George gave a flirty whistle as Ginny’s jaw dropped. It was then Harry’s turn to laugh. “Go on, or take more shots of firewhiskey.” Harry nudged, looking at you shocked expression. “Harry..- you cant be serious you know I-“ “Do the dare or drink.” Harry interrupted you, giving you a smile as he took a look at Ron. Harry was well aware of Rons crush. He would just wait until Ron would come to him, that way he could tell Ron about his own crush on Ginny.

Ron was fuming. His hands were balled into a fist as he stared at situation infront of him. His girl..- well, not officially.. but he still claimed you as his..- was about to make out with his older brother. He gave you a look as you scooted to Fred.

“Dares a dare, right?” You told Fred, giving Ron a slight pleading look as you turned your attention back to Fred. “You’ll enjoy it sweetheart, for everyone enjoys the kiss of Fred Weasley” Fred joked with you as he gave you a smile, which you returned. As you scooted closer to Fred, and you both leaned in close, you heard a loud stomp as you pulled away and watched as Ron stormed off- clearly angry and upset.

As he vanished up the stairs, you gave a look around as the groups stares on you went to Ron, then back to you. Harry laughed as Ron stormed off as did George, Fred and Ginny did as well. Harry’s laughing stopped however after he noticed you leave up the stairs behind Ron.

“Ron!! Where are you going?” you shouted as you followed him up the stairs.

Ron turned around as he reached the hallway that led to his room that he shared with Harry over the holidays. His eyes landed on you behind him.

“Dont take pity on me, go kiss my git of a brother. Sure seemed like you’d been fantasizing about it all Summer..” Ron said, his eyes not leaving yours. “Ronald, what in Merlins beard are you on about” You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brows as you stayed where you were.

“All the flirting with him, laughing at every joke he says, following him around like a lost dog. I’m not a bloody idiot. It’s him you want. Its so bloody obvious and- bloody hell.. you just dont get how hard it is to watch.” “Ron.. wha-“ “All that loving up you do on him, then me. You dont understand the things you do to me, Y/N.” Ron cut you off as he stepped closer to you.

“Seeing you give that same laugh you give to me to others, then almost go into a makeout session with my brother, it makes me so fucking angry. And you just dont get it.”

“Ron.. what are you saying?”

“I’m bloody inlove with you.”

You froze, his figure hovering over you.

“I.. I’ve always loved you, just now a little different. I want you all to myself and I know it sounds so horrible but Godric, you dont understand how much i want to wake up in the mornings next to you. Or simply be able to just kiss you. Claim you as mine. And i know its horrible because your my best mates little sister, but I cant hold it in. Not anymore. I’m bloody inlove with you.”

His eyes soon met yours as you leaned in and slammed your lips against his. His eyes widen as he soon returned and eased against you. His hands finding your waist as yours found his face. You leaned back and looked into his eyes.

“Ron, I’ve felt the same since my 2nd year and your 4th. I’ve always wanted you- wanted this. Not Fred, you. Its always been you, you git.”

Ron let out a chuckle and placed his head against yours.

“Guess we’re both bloody gits, yeah?”

“Oh shut up and kiss me, Ronald.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His lips came back down to yours as the kiss was passionate and love felt.

As the kiss continued, it became more needy. more yearning. His hands gripped around your waist. This was it, he thought. He could feel his pants tighten around his friend in his pants as he remembered all of those thoughts of you. This was one of the moment he’s dreamed of, passionately kissing you. You let out a moan and gave his tongue permission after he swiped his tongue across your lip. Your tongues danced together as he let out a groan. You tasted so divine, he just wondered you tasted on your other lips. His lips then found your neck, ghosting over your sweet spot as he sucked.

“Ron..” you moaned his name as he rubbed your hip. Ron let out a groan as he heard you moan his name. He’d been dreaming about this for so long. The way you moaned his name sounded exactly how it did when he would stroke his cock as he imagined pounding into your cunt relentlessly, moaning under him.

“Yeah, sweetheart..?” He panted as he parted from your neck, breathless and oh so turned on.

“I want you, well.. I’ve wanted you for a while now and while this isn’t how i wanted you to take me, I need you.”

Ron couldve just cum in his pants at the sound of that.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been wanting to hear you say those words since last school year.”

Ron picked you up from under your ass and carried you to his bedroom. He shut the door with his foot and carried you to his bed as he sat you down and you both left off where you were, tongues dancing together and he rubbed circles on your hips. Your thighs parted as his lower body was pulled close towards your heat. You could feel his hardened cock against your clothed pussy, which made you moan in his mouth.

“M’ gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart, you and your pussy. you want that?”

You could feel your pussy pulsate at that, letting out another moan.

“Yes.. God yes Ronnie..”

Ron attacked your neck again, now his hands wandering up your shirt and played with your breast in your bra. His hands wandered behind and were placed on your bras clasp, giving you a look to confirm you wanted this. When you gave him a nod, he unclasped the piece of clothing from your body. He lifted your shirt up slowly as his eyes widened at the sight of your tits.

“Perfect, so perfect f’me.. always knew these two were so pretty..” he kissed and sucked on your right nipple, which made you throw your head back with a quiet moan. “Been thinking about doing this to you, honey. Always wanted to touch you like this. You do so much more to me then make me flustered from your silly flirting.”

You looked in his eyes as your toes curled in your socks. “Why don’t you show me then Ronnie? show me what all you’ve fantasied about.”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what your getting yourself into. Besides, theres to many things I’ve thought about that wont be able to fit into just one night.”

You let out a breathly chuckle at his statement as he continued his abuse on your nipple, now on your left.

“Well, that’s quite alright. Guess you’ll just have to do this to me more often, yeah?”

Ron gave you a look as he smirked at you and grabbed the bottom of your shirt.

“I’ll do this everyday if i can make you mine. Which is now making me think..” He drifted off.

“Never asked you to officially be mine, sweetheart. So, would you do the honors of being my girlfriend love?”

You gave him a smile. “Yes, Ronniekins. I would love to be your girlfriend. Now please, fuck me.”

Ron let out a chuckle as he placed another strong kiss against your lips. This time, immediately fighting for dominance with your tongues. He lifted your shirt up and threw it against the floor. Ron grabbed his wand from his nightstand which resulted in your kiss being broken. You let out a whine with the loss of contact. Ron casted a silence charm and then a spell to lock the door. Ron then threw his wand back on his nightstand and he looked into your eyes, then admired your chest. All bare as he pushed you all the way down to the bed, pushing your legs to the foot.

“So fucking perfect, perfect face, perfect tits. Makes me wonder..”

“Mmm, wonder what Ronnie?”

“How perfect that pussy is…”

You knew you were absolutely soaked under as you slowly spread your legs above him. your skirt now exposed your drenched panties. Rons breathe hitched as his hands wandered down to the inside of your thighs.

“You like the idea of this Ronnie? Fucking your best friends little sister?”

Ron let out a chuckle as he locked eyes with you.

“Oh sweetheart I’m going to do much more then just fuck you. M’ gonna destroy you” Ron said. Shivers went down your spine as you shuddered under his touch after his fingers found the hem on your panties. He slowly pulled them down and let out a groan as he saw your now bare cunt infront of him.

“I knew you were so perfect, but sweetheart.. how can you be all of this in one and how can you be mine?” his lips found your neck and continued leaving love marks over your neck as he pulled your skirt down. You were now fully bare under him as he was fully clothed, all that was available to see was the print his cock left in his lounge pants.

“Y’know, its not fair for me to be naked while your still fully clothed, Ronald” You said, rubbing his chest as his abuse on your neck came to a stop. Ron practically threw his shirt off and he let you unbutton his pants. His hard cocks print making a stand as you put your hips up to grind on him.

Ron let out a moan, he knew what you wanted.. but he couldn’t give it to you just yet. You let out a whine as you awaited for him to fuck you already, but he had other plans.

“As bad as I want to destory you already, i need to taste you. That alright sweets?” Ron said, already lowering his head to your pussy. When you nodded a reply as your kept your legs spread, Ron took a good look at your cunt- all wet and ready for his mouth and fingers. His hands rubbed circles on your clit then stuck his middle finger inside your hole. You let out a moan in return, not expecting him to act so suddenly. Rons tongue then licked a long stripe up your cunt, glazing over your clit then vigorously attacking it. You let out a gasp then covered your mouth. Ron shot you a glare. “Make all those sounds for me honey, let me hear how good i make you feel. I casted that special charm for us, remember? Be a good girl and scream my name, yeah?” After that statement, how could you refuse?

You did as you were told. You moaned his name as you squirmed under his touch. His mouth was so skilled when it came to eating pussy, and this was a first for him. He added another finger to your pussy as he continued sucking and fucking you with his mouth and fingers.

“Oh fuck! Ron.. I’m gonna cum.. holy shit!” You were a moaning mess, and his mouth and fingers worked so well against your pussy. “Go ahead, come for me baby..” Ron said, and thats how you needed to hear. You let out a final moan as the band in your stomach snapped, you felt your release come as you rode your high out.

Ron parted from your pussy with his face as he came up to look at you. His chin was covered in your juices as he gave you his goofy smirk. “You taste divine, love” He said as he crawled up to you. You laughed as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. You both stared into each others eyes for a while as you broke the silence.

“Ronnie, please fuck me now.” You gave him those pleading eyes. this is it, Ron thought. this is where his fantasies come true. where he fucks you while you scream and moan his name. It was finally here.

Ron gave you a kiss, which you returned and you could taste your slick from your pussy. “Never thought you’d ask, sweets.”

Ron pulled his underpants down as his large cock sprung free. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, it was practically at his belly button. “You sure you want this love?” Ron asked, his eyes looking deep into yours. “Yes Ronnie, fuck me. Fuck your best friends little sister.”

Ron didnt need to be told twice yet again as he collected your slick on his cock. As he pushed the tip in, your nails dug into his shoulder, which caused him to let out a hiss. Not only because of your nails, but you were just so fucking tight.

As his pushed his length farther into you, your felt his cock claim your insides as his as he fully finished stuffing you. He kissed you passionately as he let you adjust. When it was time to move, he gave you slow thrusts. His balls slapping against your ass slowly as your pussy suctioned him in. When you gave him the green flag to go faster, he fastened his pace up and you were both a moaning mess. Your pussy felt so full as it welcomed his large cock so willingly.

“Fuck.. pussy so tight. Knew you were made for me, even your pussy was made for my cock.” Ron spoke as he let out moans in your ear. “Fucking my best friends little sister.. Gods i love you.. Im so lucky. I’ve wanted to do fuck you and just be with you f’ so long.. your..- fuckkk..- not goin’ anywhere sweetheart..” Ron rambled on as he fucked you relentlessly like he promised. His dick twitching inside as you felt his tip threaten to enter to womb.

“F-fuck.. Ronnie.. I’m gonna cum..” You were gasping for air as his cock hit that spot inside you. You could tell he was close with the way his thrust were more sloppy and fast. He let out a groan as he continued the constant abuse to your G- spot.

“Gonna cum sweetheart.. shit..- gonna let me cum in this pussy? claim you as mine, yeah?” Ron said in your war as he groaned.. “Yes.. yes please Ron! Cum inside my pussy..!” After those words came out of your mouth. Ron could barley control himself anymore. Ron finally let go and let his sperm fill your hole up. Your finally released at the feeling, cumming around him for the second time.

As you both came down from your highs, he flopped down beside you as you both caught your breath.

“I’ve wanted that for so long.. wanted you for so long. And I know it sounds so wrong because.. well you are my best friends little sister but your my dream girl, Y/n.” Rons words made you flip to him and stroke the sweat drenched hair out of his face and made a smile plaster onto your face.

“Ron, I feel the same way about you to. I always have. I’ve always wanted this.. wanted you. Your my dream boy.” You both shared another passionate kiss with one another, enjoying each others presence. Ron stood up to get you some of his clothes to sleep in and hid your clothes under his bed, just in case Harry wouldnt find out what exactly happened. After you were both in pajamas (you in an oversized shirt and and old pair of sleep shorts), you bundled next to one another and shared one final kiss before sleep overtook the two of you.

He was now your boy, and you were Ronald Weasleys girl. Ron eventually told Harry about the two of you, which in return Ron was returned with information about Harry and Ginnys secret romance with each other. Although Ron was not to happy about that, he was just happy he could call you his.

hey there! let me know how you felt about this story in the comments or my inbox! hope yall enjoyed it💖

[velvetwyrme]

aHhh okay so the discussions of Titan!Megatron on @callsign-relic's blog have fully. FULLY taken over my brain and ive been drawing stuff for it for like the last few days nonstop

the tl;dr of this is AU is pretty much "what if Megatron got turned into a titan/cityformer as a form of penance/imprisonment and now roams the empty wasteland of Cybertron forever" plus "IDW Megatron has really fucked up internals so... what if that, but as a City?"

and of course since he's a Titan, that also means he has a cityspeaker... or three. One per sub-AU thing. Theres 3 options. 3 flavours of AU.

i have so much art to make. but in the meantime, for more info! check out the #titan au tag on Relic's blog :]!! (also uhh potential ns//fw warning for the link shfjbdkd)

Hi. My battery is running out once again so design and art notes get chucked here instead of an image.

The cuffs and collar are hardwired into Megatron, so I made the lights the same colour as his biolights!

I imagine that on the tops of his shoulders there are solar panels, even if you can't see them here lol.

I really wanted to keep the swirly bits on Megatron's chest from IDW

Other art notes:

The second picture with the seekers is (loosely) inspired by a discussion about whether or not Megatron gets visitors or not. I thought about who would visit him and well... I think this is as close as Starscream realistically gets to visiting him.

Extra detail about that piece is that Thundercracker and Skywarp are keeping watch from above! Also drawing Megatron took me like 8 hours because I was struggling with his legs really badly kshffkbfkdsbdk,, the background went much faster, funnily enough.

Optimus specifically isn't wearing his Autobot badge any more.

This isn't relevant in this series of images, but Ultra Magnus's eye markings are only on the Magnus armour. His other two forms do not have them :] (... until he begins to discard the armour, that is.)

Megatron is roughly 3200m/2 miles tall. Technically he could have clouds around his knees, but I thought this looked a little bit cooler lol.

Also, height chart! Him big. I didn't even attempt to put a human for scale because that'd be. near impossible with this scale.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

I can’t believe you guys got me fired just before my 1 year anniversary </3 (joke)

[cherrycoke1818]

Sneak peek at a one shot I’m writing

“Oh, um,” He stammered before clearing his throat and shifting his weight. “I just saw you standing out here in the cold and thought you might need a jacket.” He fiddled with his hands as he began to ramble. But Chloe wasn’t listening—she was rather distracted. “I am sorry if I overstepped—”

Chloe sucked in a breath, she was mesmerized by the young man in front of her. Settled behind a pair of cute chunky glasses he had the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen, his black hair was a mess of waves that got shorter near his neck, and his nervous smile made her face flush. He had tan skin littered with freckles, the ones on his nose especially charming. Her fingers tightened around the jacket as she pulled it closer. Then the subtle scents of sandalwood and honey met her nose. A giggle escaped her, drawing the attention of her rambling companion. 

The black haired man stopped talking, sucking in an audible breath. His eyes followed as she pulled his jacket tighter around her and let out a breath, his shoulders visibly relaxing a little as a kind smile appeared on his face. Their eyes met and he was rendered speechless. 

[medilies]

Do you ever watch s3 and s4 and realise you're not enjoying it that much

[mari-reads]

not to be dramatic but being a 24 yr old girl living through societal collapse is like totally unfair

[waywardsalt]

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[puppmeo]

And the cycle begins anew . As it does every week

[vaguenotions]

Oh, yes, I just love your unannounced sleepover where you both come back from the bar after carefully avoiding telling me that's where you were going, and also neglecting to tell me when you'd be home! I definitely do not want to knock you on your ass and take a bat to your dome! That would be rude and unnecessary :)

Oh yes, please do start talking about shit amongst yourselves and make me feel isolated and othered in ny own room! These moments are what I live for, of course. Naturally. Who would ever have any issues with this arrangement at all?

[fushitoru]

the season of thorned roses ⸺ a bridgerton!au

pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary ⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?

genre/warnings ⸺ enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, suggestive, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly, all they do is bicker 💀, some historical inaccuracies, mentions of sex work

notes from the author: im aashi, and this is my first series on this app :p for anyone who would like to know, this does end with a happy ending. ty for reading!

masterlist | drabble | fanart

chapter index

01 ⸺ the debutante

you begin to get ready for your presentation for your debut this season, and satoru steels himself to find a wife. you don't get the reception you'd wanted from some, and satoru will soon curse himself for letting his tongue loose (6.3k)

02 ⸺ the aftermath

after an eventful first ball after your debut, you continue the season with thinly veiled vexation towards gojo. but fate is not on your side; you and gojo keep encountering each other, matching fire with fire (7.8k)

03 ⸺ the manor

you and gojo have just uncovered your mothers' matchmaking scheme: a plan that sends you both to his extravagant countryside manor in kent, arriving a week earlier than the rest of the ton. the question remains—can you endure gojo's insufferable nature during this secluded stay? (8.3k)

04 ⸺ the game

satoru has some revelations about you. both you and satoru share some quite...happening days at the manor, including an eventful game of pall mall. (4.9k)

05 ⸺ the fall

gojo comes up with a strange yet tempting arrangement, but the accident that follows it may cause epiphanies for the both of you. (11.8k)

06 ⸺ the house party

you are bedridden, recovering from your wound, when gojo delivers season-changing news. the house party that follows buzzes with tension, and an unexpected arrival that sends ripples through the ton. (7.4k)

07 ⸺ the rebound

after the arrival of your dearest brother, you pursue a new angle to the season, one to prove that you, the diamond, will not be scorned. new opportunities with duke nanami arise and with it jealousy and bitterness fester in the ballroom. (6.8k)

08 ⸺ the lake

both you and gojo discover contradictory feelings lodged deep in your heart, and a confrontation (with an unexpected ally) leads to a rather....wet conclusion. (4.6k)

09 ⸺ the embers

sukuna takes you on an excurion into town at night, where you both meet a stranger that gives you illustrative insight into gojo. on the other hand, satoru has to suffer his best friend's most terrible plan as of date (10k)

10 ⸺ the art gallery

duke nanami suprises you with an inquiry, and the panic caused by it leads to an encounter with a very unexpected person (4.7k)

11 ⸺ the geto manor (soon!)

drabbles/headcanons

01 ⸺ gojo unable to wake up on time after a wild night (suggestive)

02 ⸺ gojo walking in on geto at a brothel (nsfw, not canon)

03 ⸺ gojo when you're pregnant

[t4tdanvis]

if i said i was normal about this idea would. would u believe me

[landoughnut]

Made With Love

♡ masterlist - request - emoji anons

♡ pairing - max verstappen x fem!reader

♡ summary - while visiting your boyfriend working, why not bring a little surprise sign you made for him?

♡ warnings - blushy and in love max, drivers and fans teasing max, fluffffff

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.08k | IM BACK 🫶🏻 hehe sorry yall this isn't too great but I gotta get back into the groove so pls send in thoughts or requests bc my minds a blank canvas

Race weekends were always chaotic, but the energy in the paddock today was on another level. Fans packed the grandstands, waving flags, banners, and signs - some are more simple, some are memes of the drivers, yet they were all made with the same excitement for the race ahead.

And somewhere in that sea of people, standing right at the front, was you. Normally, you’d be in with Red Bull but you went over to the fans to join them for the time being. Some had given you bracelets and asked for pictures, which you happily agreed to. 

So here you stand, clutching a sign you had spent way too much time making the night before.

It wasn’t your fault, really. You had been up late, watching Max’s past races for “inspiration” (which was really just an excuse to admire him), when an idea popped into mind. With a few markers, a ridiculously pathetic and cheesy pun, glittery heart stickers, and maybe a questionable drawing of you two, you created what could only be described as likely the most embarrassing thing he would ever see before a race.

“DRIVE FAST BUT NOT TOO FAST, I HAVE PLANS FOR YOU LATER ;)”

You could already imagine his reaction - probably an exasperated sigh, followed by that little smirk he always gave you when he pretended to be unimpressed but was actually very much an attempted cover up of how he falls deeper in love with you. 

The drivers started their walk to the grid, and your raced just a little bit when you spotted him looking impossibly handsome. Max looked calm - focused, sharp, already in his zone - but you knew him well enough to see the tiny traces of nerves beneath the surface. 

As they passed by, you lifted the sign above your head and glanced at some of the fans around you who giggled when they read it.

It took him a second, but then he stopped.

He just… stood there, staring at the sign like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or melt into the asphalt. His mouth was parting and closing again, unsure of how to react, but you just gave him your perfect smile and it made his heart flutter. His ears went pink first, then the blush crept up his neck, blooming across his cheeks.

“Oh, for f-” Max muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple, but the amused smile on his face betrayed him.

And that’s when the teasing began.

Lando cackled loud enough for the entire grid to hear. “Oh, this is GOLD!”

Before Max could escape, Lando slung an arm around his shoulder, grinning like he’d just won the championship. “So, what’re these ‘plans’ about, mate? Anything we should be worried about? Should we clear the podium early?”

“Do we need to tell Christian?” Charles chimed in, barely holding back his laughter. “You know, just in case he needs to schedule some extra… recovery time for you.”

A chorus of laughter followed. Max groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but the pink on his cheeks only deepened. “You’re all the worst,” he grumbles.

Meanwhile, the nearby fans had caught on fast.

“Oh my god, he’s BLUSHING,” one girl gasped, tugging her friend’s arm.

“He’s practically making heart eyes, how adorable,” another comments, phone already in hand and recording the scene.

Max, looking positively doomed, glanced at you - a mix of betrayal, affection, and desperate pleading. But you? You just continued to smile sweetly with a tilted head.

“You like it.”

“I hate it.”

“You’re literally blushing.”

“I’m warm.”

“Mhm,” you roll your eyes and chuckle.

The teasing didn’t stop as he pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture of your masterpiece, grumbling something about “evidence to haunt me later.” But before he walked away, he pointed at you, eyes narrowed.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

Your heart did a little flip and you grinned. “Oh, I know.”

And just like that, he was gone, back into the pre-race frenzy - but not before stealing one last loving glance at you over his shoulder.

Later on, the celebration was loud and chaotic. Max had finished on the podium - not a win, but a damn good race - and when he finally found you in the paddock, you barely had time to react before he crashed into you, arms wrapping tight around your waist.

“Enjoy the show?” he asked, voice still breathless with adrenaline.

“Loved it. Thought you might’ve forgotten about my sign, though.”

“Oh, trust me,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to look at you. “Hard to forget when the im being tagged in posts of it nonstop.”

Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He sighed dramatically before pulling out his phone. Everywhere, Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, was flooded with clips from earlier.

Fan tweets scrolled across the screen:

“THE WAY HE STOPPEDDDD LOOK AT HIM. HE’S A GONER”

“If my future man doesn’t hold up a sign like this for me, I don’t want him”

“This man is so down baddd LOOK AT THE BLUSH”

“MAX VERSTAPPEN ‘I’M WARM’ CHALLENGE (IMPOSSIBLE)”

You bit your lip, trying (and failing) not to laugh. “I mean… they’re not wrong,” you poke his cheek.

Max groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re never making a sign again,” he says, although you both know he doesn’t mean it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, swaying slightly. “Oh, baby, you know that’s a lie.”

Before he could argue, you kissed him, soft at first, teasing. But then he tilted his head, deepening it, fingers pressing into your waist like he didn’t care that people were watching.

Somewhere in the background, some group of fans started shouting.

“Oh my goshh, he’s in love!.”

“Life is so unfair! Where’s my Max?”

When you finally pulled away, breathless, he was grinning like a lovestruck idiot.

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, thumb brushing over your cheek.

“And you love it.”

His gaze flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes. “Yeah,” he whispered. “That I do.”

Later, when you made it back to his driver’s room, you caught him slipping the sign into his bag, folding it carefully like it was something worth keeping.

“… You’re keeping that?” you asked, amused.

He shot you a look. “Shut up.” You didn’t push it. But you did smile. He bites his lip, placing it into his pocket, knowing that no matter how many trophies he collects, this - you - might just be his favorite thing he’d ever won.

[simjaexy]

★ 𝙀𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙭 (𝙁) 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ★

౨ৎ why fight when we can just fuck?

warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, lowercase intended, crying, arguments, eating out (jay), shower sex (jake), cursing, dom! heeseung x sub! reader, hair gripping (sunghoon), overstimulation (jay), mean dom! sunghoon x sub brat! reader, blowjobs (sunghoon), rough sex, jealousy (sunghoon)

genre ⇀ pure smut, little angst

w.c ⇀ 980

a/n ⇀ sorry for not posting for awhile but i made a drabble of the hyung line! i’m planning on making a heeseung fic soon so stay tuned for that :) i hope you enjoy so please reblog, comment, like, etc! not proofread!

masterlist here

౨ৎ you and heeseung had a disagreement over something trivial, but it escalated quickly. the tension was palpable, and you both ended up saying things you didn't mean.

later that evening, heeseung knocked on your door, his face filled with regret. "i'm really sorry," he said softly. "i didn't mean to hurt you.” he noticed your silence and held your hand, “i think i know what to do to make you forgive me.” was all he said before shutting the door behind him.

“h-hee!” you cried out when you felt his girth dick hitting the right spots that made your eyes roll back. heeseung groaned feeling you clench around him. he pinned both of your arms down on the bed and nibbled at your neck causing you to jerk at the sensation.

“fuck you feel so tight. wanna fuck this pussy all day. would you let me baby?” he whispered in your ear. you nodded your head feeling your climax finally coming.

“fuck hee i’m cumming!” you moaned. he slapped your ass watching it jiggle. a smirk never falling off his face.

“fuck go head and cream on this dick.” he spoke. that was all you needed before your orgasm came over you. heeseung slowed down and soon he came too.

“i’m sorry baby for having that stupid argument. i love you.” heeseung mumbled, rubbing his face in your neck. you giggled and kissed his cheek.

“it’s okay hee, i forgive you.”

౨ৎ you and jay had a heated argument about his busy schedule. you felt neglected, and he felt misunderstood. after cooling off, jay came to you with a sincere expression.

"i'm sorry for not considering your feelings," he admitted. "i promise to make more time for us."

he cupped your face when he saw a few tears streaming down, “it really hurts jay.”

he kissed your cheek, “how about i make it up to you now?”

“oh god seongie!” you cried out, feeling his tongue lick your bud. he groaned when you gripped his hair. he continued nibbling and licking your bud, the sweet taste of you making him feel crazy.

your back arched and jerked when he suddenly licked your folds, “seongie too much!” you whined.

“mhm.” was all jay said. he dipped his tongue in your hole and swirled it around causing your eyes to roll back. you felt your orgasm coming and locked your legs around jays head.

“s-seongie im cumming! please!” you whimpered. seongie looked up at you, his intense hazed lustful gaze staring at you caused you to finally cum. you groaned when he still continued to lick up all your sweet taste.

“n-no. no more.” you rasped out. jay finally let go of your pussy and licked his lips. you saw him starting to unbuckled his belt.

“i don’t think i’m gonna stop anytime soon darling. i’m gonna make it up to you.”

౨ৎ you and jake had a disagreement about a decision he made without consulting you. feeling hurt, you distanced yourself. jake noticed and came to you, looking genuinely sorry.

"i didn't mean to make you feel left out," he said. "i should have talked to you first. i'm really sorry.”

you nodded your head, still feeling a bit upset. jake noticed your same expression and rubbed your hip, “how about we wash these negativities away?”

“fuck jake!” you squealed out. the sound of loud skin slapping and moans filling up the steamy bathroom.

jake threw his head back feeling your clench around him. the steamy water making him feel even more hot.

“yeah? you like that? wanna fuck you so good.” he moaned. you frantically nodded your head. you would’ve been on the ground if it weren’t for jake holding your hips in place.

“pussy feels so good. does my princess feel good?” he slurred out. you felt your orgasm coming after hearing his dirty words. the only thing you could do was nod your head.

“g-gonna cum. cumming!” you gasped. that’s when you felt your legs shaking with you pussy throbbing around jake’s dick. jake came right then and there.

“m’sorry princess. i love you.” he said.

you hummed, still tired, “i love you too jake.”

౨ৎ you and sunghoon had an argument about a misunderstanding that spiraled out of control. both of you were stubborn, but sunghoon eventually approached you with a apology.

"i'm sorry for being so stubborn," he confessed. "i value our relationship too much to let this come between us."

you rolled your eyes, “should have though bout that before flirting with that waitress.” you mumbled.

sunghoon sighed, knowing you weren’t gonna let it down. instead of saying anything, sunghoon grabbed your wrist and took you guys to your bedroom.

“fuck just like that kitten.” he groaned. you moaned around his dick, feeling it throb in your mouth. the noise of your slobber and his precum around his dick turning you on more. your pussy wet with slick. sunghoon gripped your hair when he felt you hollow your cheeks.

“ah~ fuck! that’s right kitten, such a good kitten.” he purred out. you felt tears gathering around your eyes when he started pushing his dick deeper into your mouth.

sunghoon felt your hand tapping against his thigh, but that didn’t stop him. if you were gonna have attitude after his apology, he’ll find a way to make you shut up.

he felt his orgasm coming and lolled his head back, “shit gonna cum.” he said. that’s when he let go of your hair making you lick around his tip, wanting to taste his cum in your mouth.

feeling your wet tongue licking his tip made him jerk forward and that’s when he finally came in your mouth. you swallowed every bit of it and hummed in content.

sunghoon rubbed your jaw, “don’t complain about being jealous when your the only one that can make me cum like this.”

[criminalamnesia]

Hiii!! I hope you're doing well :))

I just loveee the traitor series. Do you plan on making a part 5 or more?

thank you! here’s part five :)

the other parts can be found in my COD masterlist, which is here

ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE

I’ll proofread later :))

you stormed out of the gym, eyesight blurry from hot tears. you weren’t crying because you were sad— no. you were furious. furious at how simon was so fucking stubborn. at how he thought he was in the right.

droplets of blood marked your footsteps as you made your way back to the infirmary. you weren’t particularly anxious to be yelled at by the doctor, but getting it over with as soon as possible was ideal.

“bonnie, y’alrigh’?”

soap. you hadn’t even seen him, so lost in your thoughts. you blinked away tears and ignored the scot, continuing to make your way down the hall in silence.

the sound of hurried footsteps was unmistakable behind you. soap wasn’t taking silence for an answer, apparently.

“bonnie, please—” he began, the drawl of his voice catapulting your mind to the past. to better days.

days when soap had patched you up after a fight, his fingers nimble as he stitched up a cut in your thigh.

“s’it hurt?” he spoke, voice gravelly because of his hushed tone.

you shook your head. your head was tilted back, eyes staring up at the ceiling but not truly seeing. you were worried sick— you and soap were the only ones who’d made it to the safe house so far. the others should’ve beaten you there, and now they were over an hour late.

“bonnie, ‘m sure they’re alrigh’,” he told you, poking the needle through skin. you barely felt it, too hyped up on fear and adrenaline.

“they should’ve beaten us here, y’know that—” you began, but he tutted, quickly cutting you off.

“cannae think like tha’, bonnie. they’ll be here any second, aye?”

he stops his stitching, his face tilting up and away from your leg. you faintly register the feeling of his eyes on you.

you felt lost— floating in sea of numbness. your mind is mulling over the millions of possibilities— possibilities in which they never return.

you’d never felt this way before, and the five of you had endured far worse.

the only thing that was different this time was the fact that you and simon were together. you’d never explicitly told the rest of the task force, but they knew.

johnny knew why you were so worked up. he understood.

he reaches a hand up, his dirtied fingers lightly tilting your chin down so you’re face to face.

“y’there?” he asks, his hand dropping from your chin. he moves to squeeze one of your hands, pulling you back down to the ground.

you give a small nod, fingers moving to intertwine with his. he smiles— not his usual playful expression, but a true, grateful, relieved smile.

“im here,” you tell him. he releases your hand, pulling away from your skin, giving your hand a light pat before fully retreating.

“‘m almost finished, yeah? then I’ll go lookin’—”

“no need.”

it’s kyle, breathing heavily as he shuffles into the room. price and ghost are right on his heels, the three men making the room feel much smaller than it did a moment ago.

“you two good?” kyle asks, a small frown on his lips as he takes note of your bloodied leg.

you nod, your eyes flitting from gaz, to price, to simon— who is now moving towards you. he crouches down so he’s eye level with you. you meet his gaze, and although he doesn’t say it, you know what he’s thinking.

he’s relieved, and it’s a deeper relief than usual. it’s heavier, more profound, because he’s started to let you in. you’re more than teammates now, and it doesn’t truly hit ghost until this moment.

“im good,” you tell him quietly. he nods, glances down at where johnny is tying off your stitches.

johnny must notice ghost’s stare, because he breaks his focus and looks up at his lieutenant with a cheeky smirk.

“no worries, LT. made sure to do ma best work,” he grins and shoots the other man a wink, to which ghost grunts, unamused.

the heavy weight of a palm on your shoulder breaks you from the memory. you move without thinking, bloodied fist swinging as you whirl around to attack whoever laid a hand on you.

then you remember— soap.

johnny narrowly dodges your assault, his eyes widened as your fist barely clips him.

“steamin’ jesus!” he speaks, throwing his hands up in surrender and taking a step back from you.

“i was jus’ tryin’ to make sure ya were alrigh’! yer bleedin’, bonnie.”

you blink as you slowly escape your stupor. you’d completely lost yourself in the memory, and you didn’t know why.

probably because your brain was trying to comfort itself the only way it knew how— by seeking comfort from the people closest to you.

old habits, right?

old fucking habits.

“don’t touch me,” you seethe, eyes narrowing as you glare at the scot. he frowns, bites his lip, but doesn’t say anything.

like a kicked puppy. you can’t help but feel sympathetic before you wrestle that feeling back down. he wasn’t sympathetic for you— why should you be for him?

you look at him for a moment longer, taking in his appearance. he looks fine, and that angers you just the slightest bit more.

“look, i— i ken we really messed up, and sorry cannae fix tha’, but please, bonnie. a’least let us try—”

“I don’t owe you anything, mactavish.” you told him, gaze cold as you met his eyes. “and you’re right, sorry can’t fix it. nothing can fix it; so, stop trying.” you step forward, raising a hand as you point a finger into his chest.

“the four of you need to leave me the fuck alone. frankly, I couldn’t care less about how the four of you feel. about how he feels. you did what you did, believed what you believed, and now you have to live with that.”

johnny’s frown deepens as his eyes glance down at the finger you’ve got digging into his sternum.

“you deserve to feel like shit,” you tell him. “and anything you feel— how sorry you are— just know that I suffered a hundred times more in that chair, locked up in that room. so the next time you wanna watch me from outside the infirmary, or you wanna put your fucking hands on me,” your jaw is clenched, fire licking at your veins as you speak to him.

“remember what you did. remember that nothing can fix it. remember that you’re dead to me— all of you are— and that I never would’ve let that happen to any of you.”

“and I hope it hurts like hell, mactavish. I hope it eats you alive, and that you never find peace because you don’t deserve it.”

you drop your hand, your eyes still on his.

“and I hope you tell the rest of them I said that. especially him.”

you turn then, take a steadying breath, and keep walking.

soap watches you go without another word.

“that was stupid,” the doctor chastises you, her lips pressed into a thin line as she examines your knuckles.

“you blatantly went against my one rule for you. I shouldn’t have even let you out of bed, but you’re too damn stubborn! so I thought I’d give you some grace, but there you go— leaving my iv pole in the hall. bloodying your knuckles. I should let one of the newbies patch you up,” she grumbles, her gloved hands cool against your skin.

over the time you’d spent in the infirmary, you and the doctor had formed an odd bond. it was almost as if you were friends, but she always kept things strictly professional.

but you’d catch her giving you sad glances sometimes. you knew she was upset for you, angry for you, but she would never speak on it. that was okay with you.

it was enough to know that someone was on your side.

“sorry, doc. it’s not like it was planned,” you tell her, and her eyes flick up to meet yours. the look on your face told her everything she needed to know.

she didn’t push the topic. instead, she finished patching you up in silence. wrapping your knuckles in bandages, she gave them one last once-over before sending you on your way.

“kicking me out?” you asked her, raising your eyebrows.

she nodded, her eyes scanning the chart in her hands.

“if you’re okay enough to throw a punch, i think you’re okay enough to return to your quarters. unless you want to stay,” she says, and its unspoken, but you know what she’s implying.

unless you want to stay behind that door, guarded from the 141. unless you don’t want to go back to your quarters and see it as you’d left it before they’d tied you up.

unless it would be too painful to leave.

you shook your head. “im good. thank you, doc. really.”

the doctor gave a small smile and nodded. “of course. you’re due back in a week for a check up, alright? I need to check on those bruises and mending bones.”

you nod and give her a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “wouldn’t miss it.”

she bids you goodbye before turning and disappearing behind a white curtain. you inhale deeply before heading for the door.

when you step into the hallway, it’s quiet. you pass through base with relative ease, quickly slipping past anyone you come across in the halls.

you don’t see any of the 141, and you’re grateful. you couldn’t handle another interaction with them today— and you didn’t know how much longer you could remain civil.

once you reached your door, you pushed into the dusty darkness of the room. it’d been a while since you’d been in here, and although you were glad to finally be free of the smell and sounds of the infirmary, you weren’t particularly happy to be back in this room.

this room, which was down the hall from the rest of the 141.

this room, which held memorabilia of your time with your team.

this room, which you swore still smelled like simon.

you grit your teeth, willing yourself to stop thinking about him. he was fucking everywhere, and you were starting to believe you’d never be free of him and the 141.

your memories. your pain. your scars. no matter how much you healed and moved on from what happened, it would always be there in the back of your mind. it would sneak up on you when you least expected it; it would haunt your dreams at night.

it would leave you waking up screaming for mercy.

it would keep you untrusting for the years to come.

you flicked on the light and scanned the room. it had been upended, clothes strewn across the floor and picture frames shattered.

in the midst of it all, a vase of long dead flowers sits atop your desk.

there’s a little note hanging off the vase. against your better judgement, you reach for it. the paper feels scratchy against your fingers, and the scribbled pencil inside seems the tiniest bit faded.

your eyes scan the note.

‘You were right.

Hope you can understand.’

— sr

you pick up the vase and throw it against the wall. glass shatters. dead flowers fall to the floor.

your knees give out and you crumple to the floor, sitting amidst reminders of once was.

you let yourself cry for the first time in a while.

[wasyago]

Falls in, i would love to hear about this decked out/failed cave exploration au pls pls pls already i am Bewitched

hehehe [in tango's voice] sighh i suppose...

really im very tempted to just let it sit and not tell anything, because it's so fun seeing people theorize and point out details in the notes. but yeah i guess i shouldn't gatekeep it, its a fun au!

i do want to state in the beginning that it was a one-off thing and i have no plans on continuing it or drawing more for it. if you do tho? feel free! (not asking for fanart by any means, but giving the green light if anyone was wondering)

well

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Pet crew were a group of cave explorers. They're no experts by any means but they were no amateurs either! (ignore the fact that they're not wearing any PPE, i didn't want to draw it, ok--) And recently they've been excited about mapping out a new cave system they found, completely unexplored according to their research.

Tango, always a big lover of his plans and spreadsheets, presumably decided to go in alone ahead of time to sketch out at least a rough draft for a map, so they had an idea of what they're going to be dealing with.

But see, this cave is not an ordinary cave, no matter how pristine and untouched it looked. It is one gigantic organism of unknown origin, and a hunrgy one at that, the air inside it is filled with little cells or spores that, when inhaled enough, start taking over the body and corroding it to the cave's will. Killing the host in the process.

So, obviously, after spending some time in the cave by himself, Tango did get some cells in him. Not enough to be noticeable, but enough to give him a headstart on the corruption when the group went in for a proper dive some days later.

The first symptoms of undergoing the change are pretty standard: light fever, weakness, dizziness — easy to mistake for a flu.

Which is exactly what Tango did. Of course, going caving with a flu is not a smart thing to do either, but the group has been planning this trip for so long, delaying it even more because someone was slightly under the weather would've been foolish!

The cave started off with a big drop, requiring a rope to be set up, and then sprawled into a system of tunnels. Tango and Pearl were very excited to find an entrance to some ancient tombs a couple of hours into the dive. There were stairs leading even deeper underground, which turned out to be an entrance to a bigger cave system, with a huge frozen lake in the middle and an entrance to abandoned mines.

Further symptoms include skin turning pale, graying hair, eyes starting to shift color to red. Previous symptoms remain and intensify.

Tango had always been pale, he had blond hair too, and in the dark it was hard to notice the white streaks in them. The pink cheeks were easily passed as a result of being in the cold. Pearl did express some concerns about Tango's well-being when he started to fall back a bit, but he dismissed it as just him getting tired. By that point Pearl seemed to also have some "frost" in her hair.

After the hair have fully turned white, the tips start to switch color to an unnatural blue. Skin eventually loses color completely, turning gray. Fever intensifies as body desperately tries to fight the infection.

At that point it was impossible to deny that something was wrong with Tango. There are no mirrors underground though, so to him it was just his flu getting out of hand. Guilty of hiding his illness, yes, but nothing critical. The blue hair however were not normal, and the other two were freaking out a bit more than Tango would've hoped for.

They had an argument.

Etho snapped and hit Tango to beat some sense into his stupid head.

By that point Pearl was clearly looking bad too, and Etho's own hair were apparently turning white. They were all feeling terrible, physically and mentally. They decided to head home.

As previously stated, the cave is in fact alive and can sense when something that belongs to it is trying to escape. In an effort to stop it, the whole cave system comes to life. Old animal carcasses rise and start walking, small screeching creatures begin patrolling the tombs, the ice melts and the cave blooms in dangerous ways.

When the crew exited the mines into the second level of the cave system, it was apparent that the way back would be a lot harder. By that point Tango was struggling to stand and Etho had to drop his equipment to carry him. But the fever and the dizziness were making it hard to move fast, the changed layout of the cave was difficult to navigate even with their map, and the way to the surface was still very and very long. It was obvious they couldn't make it out....

Unless they were willing to make some sacrifices.

Etho isn't proud of his decision, but leaving Tango was their only option! He and Pearl still had a chance to escape if they moved quickly, but Tango was just too far gone, he couldn't-- Etho couldn't carry him to the exit, he was getting too tired, and if they all stuck together it would get all three of them killed! Was it not better for at least two of them to survive instead of-

They had another argument.

Pearl stubbornly insisted on taking Tango, so Etho had to lie to her and say that they will come back once they scout out the way. Etho couldn't force himself to look at Tango though, if he did he would be met with this knowing look and he just couldn't bear it. Tango cried when they were leaving.

After the body succumbs to the fever it stays dead for a short period of time, while the rest of the changes set in.

It took a miracle for both Etho and Pearl to reach the tombs, but the hard part came after. Etho did everything in his power to convince Pearl to leave with him, he said they will come back later when they're better prepared, he said it was too late to help Tango, he said it was Tango's own fault, he said many bad things, none of which were enough to change Pearl's mind. She turned back and Etho didn't follow her.

He ran through the tombs and the caves alone, losing his eye to a monster he saw all too late. It was painful and it was disorienting, Etho doesn't even remember how he got to the initial drop they went down, he was panicking and only moving forward because of adrenaline and instinct. The ascend was a fever dream, Etho doesn't know how he didn't fall to his death then.

Through the rush of blood in his head, Etho heard the faint sound of Tango's voice. Too cheery for his feverish condition, and much, much closer, a lot closer than the place they left him to die in. He did not hear Pearl. The sound stopped when it was right under him, and he felt a light tug on the rope he was hanging of. And nothing else happened...

Etho emerged from the cave into the cold night, stumbling over his own feet, too tired to run. Their van was parked over by the entrance and Gem was already waiting for him. Him — shaking, bloody and alone.

...

The body reanimates again, now obedient to the cave's will. It is no longer alive but it is not dead either, frozen, stalking through the tunnels in a mindless haze.