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in your eyes, the man that i could be |carmen berzatto x reader| part two

prompt: after carmen finds out you're staying at pete and sugar's house, he goes to try and talk to you. he's faced with his furious sister and harsh truths instead.

or part two of the devastation fic lol that is based off this ask from the other day <3

contains: angst! angst! this one is very much so more carmen focused bc let's be real... he's the problem in this one lol. still hurt with no comfort but more this one than last one?? mentions to past trauma, family trauma. sugar clears carmen in this one. slight mean carmen still, slight angry carmen still. language. dad!carmen x mom!reader. no resolution but the make up is in the next and final part! still heavy so read at your own discretion! word count- 4.8k+

Fak twisted his hands, nervously watching Carmen pace back and forth furiously. One hand running through his hair, tangled and matted from the continued motion; the other lifting and pulling the cigarette to and from his lips. Fak wasn’t sure how Carmen wasn’t sick yet. He’d never seen him smoke so much, seen anyone smoke so much.

“Neil, I’m not fuckin’ playin’ anymore, ok? You’re startin’ to really, really fuckin’ piss me off.” Carmen’s jaw ground tight, voice starting to growl with that gravelly warning shake that had Fak flinching. “You better tell me where you put my fuckin’ car keys, alright? I-I’m not sitting here, ok? I’m not gonna sit around wi-with my fuckin’ thumb up my ass like a jagoff while my wife and kid are a-at fuckin’ Sugar and Pete’s!”

“Carmy,” Fak tried to keep his voice calm and firm, like Sugar and Richie had coached him to, hyping him up before he entered the house. “I can’t give you your keys right now, becaus-”

“-Oh, fuck you! Fuck you! Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?” Carmen roared, teeth bared and eyes narrowed.

Fak didn’t think he’d ever say it, but he missed the sad Carmen from before. When he’d been sent to check on Carmen and Richie, to find out where the hell they were before Sydney had a meltdown in the kitchen, only to find a nearly hyperventilating Carmen and an unsure and frantic Richie trying to calm him. Fak had known Carmen a long time, his whole life, really, and never once had he seen him so… so sad.

That sadness was long gone now. In its wake, an anger, worse than before, than he’d ever seen or could have imagined. Fak had just tried to comfort Carmen, offer up some encouragement that you and Teddy and Anchovy were all ok, taken care of- at Pete and Sugar’s. He didn’t realize how that would flip the switch, how it would infuriate Carmen.

“I-I’m Fak.” Fak blinked, nervously. “You know me. I’m your friend, Carm, and I-I’m just trying to help you-”

“-You’re trying to help me? You’re trying to fuckin’ help me by keepin’ me away from my wife?” Carmen’s voice boomed, shaking the walls of the house.

Even in his loud rage, the house seemed too quiet, too still. There was no baby TV show on, no hum of the diffusers, or Anchovy’s small purrs and chirps. Carmen missed him, missed him jumping on the counters just to piss him off. He missed you defending him, missed how Anchovy would startle and run anytime Teddy would gurgle or whine.

God, he missed Teddy. He spent the first night in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair, staring blankly ahead, wishing he had the small screaming bundle to rock to sleep.

Carmen couldn’t bring himself to go into the bedroom. Not again. Not after he found your ring laying there. He’d scared Richie so badly with his cries that Richie had enforced the ‘Mikey Prevention Plan’, his twisted humor of a way at keeping Carmen from being alone, from hurting himself in his misery.

“Carm, I-I can’t.” Fak stuttered, looking at the door, begging Richie or anyone, really, to walk through the door. “You know I can’t.”

“This is fucked up, Neil. You know that? You know how fucked up this is? Keepin’ me from-from Teddy? From my kid?” Carmen took a long drag of the cigarette, smoke blowing out of his nose with his panicked breathing. His hands still shook, everything was still shaky and rattling with uneasiness inside him.

“Carm, I- Don’t say that.” Fak shook his head, he could feel himself caving. Carmen could too.

“You’re keepin’ me from her, Fak. You know that? You know you-you’re keepin’ me from my daughter? My baby? Don’t you-you know how fucked up that is?” Carmen shook his head, lips pursing in disgust. “You’re lettin’ Richie boss you around like he always does, an-and you know, you know deep down that this is wrong. Keepin’ me from them is wrong.”

Fak hesitated, a nervous sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. “Richie said-”

“-Richie can get fucked. Ric-Richie doesn’t know shit! He doesn’t know shit, you know he doesn’t know shit, a-and you’re lettin’ him tell you what to do? Richie?” Carmen scoffed, throwing his hands out. “The fuck does Richie know, huh? H-He’s divorced, an-an-and barely sees his kid-”

“-Hey!-” Fak’s eyes widened in shock. “Carmen, you don’t-”

“-Is that what you want? You want me to end up alone?” Carmen’s eyes are wild, crazed, but he goes still. “Y-You want me to end up like-like Richie? Li-Li-Like that?”

Fak swallows, both standing in the thick, tension filled silence. “Carmen, I-I can’t.” Fak shook his head slowly. “I don’t… I think you need to, I don’t know, I think you need to calm down before you go see them.”

“Calm down, you’re tellin’ me to calm down.” Carmen snarled, bitterly scoffing at Fak. “Fuck you. Alright? Fuck you. I will never forgive you for this shit. You hear me? You-You doin’ this to me, keepin’ me from my family. I’ll never fuckin’ forgive you.”

Fak flinched, Carmen’s words cutting brutally through him with a bitter sting. Carmen stormed off, the front door slamming with a force that sent vibrations through the house. Fak was surprised it didn’t split the wood in two. Walking towards the front window, he saw Carmen storming off, furiously lighting another cigarette, running a hand through his hair, again. Fak assumed he was out of Spirits, that he’d smoked through another pack, walking to the corner store to get more. After thirty minutes, he called Richie, frantic that he’d let Carmen loose.

“What part of Mikey Prevention Plan don’t you fuckin’ understand?” Richie sneered over the phone, trying to keep his voice low so the new hires didn’t hear. As far as they were concerned, Carmen was on a vacation, only the OGs knew the truth.

“I-I didn’t mean to! I swear!” Fak’s voice lilted high, a shrill of nerves that had Richie’s eyes pinching in annoyance. “I thought he was going to the corner store to get more cigarettes, an-and then he didn’t come back for a while-”

“-What’s a while?” Richie muttered, catching Tina’s eye through the glass. She set her rag down quickly, walking towards him.

“I dunno… Fifteen, thirty minutes?” Fak mumbled. “Maybe closer to an hour now. B-But then I went to look for him, and he wasn’t there, so I asked the guy working and he said he hadn’t seen him, and-and now I’m driving around trying to find him. I-I’m shouting his name out the window and everything!”

“He’s not a dog, Neil, he won’t-” Richie huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know where he’s at.”

“You do?” Fak perked up.

“Yeah, I mean, no, but I-I’m pretty sure I know where he’s at since you fuckin’ told him where they were stayin’.” Richie rolled his eyes bitterly. “Just- Come over here and get me, alright? Let me call Pete- God, you and this fuckin’ kid, got me callin’ Pete. You’re killin’ me Neil Jeff.”

Richie hung up the phone with a huff, looking up at Tina. “What’s goin’ on? Jeff alright? What’s he doin’?” She pressed.

“Yeah, Fak-Fak fuckin’ lost him.” Richie rubbed his forehead in exasperation. “But, I think I know where he’s at. Have a pretty good idea, anyways.”

Tina eyed Richie carefully. “Richie, you know I love that kid, you know I do. But if he’s fuckin’ with Mama,” Tina shook her head, lips pursing in fury. It was no secret how taken she was to you, even before the affectionate nickname that came with the pregnancy.

“He’s not,” Richie shook his head. “He’s stupid, hot headed, a fuckin’ baby- all that. But… C’mon, T, you and I both know he loves her. He wouldn’t do anything to them. Do somethin’ to himself before that.”

Tina paused but nodded, face softening. “So, you know where he’s at then? You don’t… You don’t think he’s gonna…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it, looking at the picture of Mikey with Richie, Tina, Ebra, and Marcus only a few months before he passed. Carmen had placed it at the front, a reminder of the legacy that was there before him, of The Beef and his brother.

“No, I hope not.” Richie muttered, looking at his phone’s screen with dread, Pete’s contact on the screen gleaming back at him nearly mockingly. “I think I know where he is.” He sighed, pressing the button.

Pete could feel his phone buzzing in his pants, ignoring it as he held the front door in a white knuckled grip. He hadn’t expected to see Carmen there, on his Ring camera, knocking on the door softly, softer than he expected given his manic looking state.

“H-Hey, Carm,” Pete closed the door as casually as he could, only leaving a sliver open. “What, uh, what’s up, man?”

“Hey, Pete,” Carmen could barely meet his gaze, suddenly overly aware of how disheveled he must have looked.

“Uh, what-what brings you by?” Pete stuttered, heart picking up when he heard the soft thump behind him, Anchovy lurking behind his legs curiously. He gripped the door, shuffling his legs together, trying to close it on his frame so Anchovy wouldn’t slip by.

“C’mon,” Carmen sighed, a tired look in his eye, too exhausted to even be pleading. “You know why I’m here, alright. I-I know they’re here.”

“W-Who is? Sugar? Yeah, she-she’s off today.” Pete stiffened at the claim, swallowing nervously, trying to play it cool. Anchovy meowed loudly behind him, cringing when he was given away by the cat.

“Pete, don’t-” Carmen pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing in slowly, trying to calm the tears that threatened to fall. He could hear Anchovy, hear the sounds of the house- the home. Soft child shows, the hum of the dryer, all the things that made the house feel alive. Carmen would give anything to have his home sound like that again, the silence was beginning to drive him crazy.

“Where is she?” Carmen looks up, his gaze much harder than before, a frantic look beginning to take over his sadness.

“I, uh, I-I don’t-” Pete stutters, fingers tapping on the wood of the door anxiously.

“-Pete, I really don’t want you to fuck with me right now, alright?” Carmen takes a deep breath, trying to swallow back his emotions that were already beginning to climb in his throat again. “I need to- I-I need to see her, Pete.” Carmen couldn’t bring himself to say your name, sure even the first syllable would have him in tears, breaking down on the front porch.

Another meow, louder than before, came before Pete could answer. The soft scratching of Anchovy’s paws on the door, a demanding meow that Carmen knew all too well. He’d learned to drown it out, or try to. It became nearly a soundtrack to your sex life when you’d first gotten the cat, locking him out of the room so you two could fuck, only for him to yowl and scratch and demand to be let in. Carmen could remember how you’d giggle, pouting at him exaggeratedly to let him in. His heart fell with an ache that was warm yet still made him feel sick.

Pete looked down at the cat, then back at Carmen, a hesitant grimace on his face. “Carm… You-You know I would,” He started. Carmen’s heart soared with hope, eyes wide, a near adrenaline rush of excitement shooting through his system. “But…You know I can’t.”

Carmen’s heart crashed, shattered with the hope he’d finally begun to find, to feel again. “What the fuc- Pete, that’s… Pete, c’mon. C’mon. Yo-You gotta let me in. Let me in.” Anger surged through Carmen’s chest. He closed his eyes tight and tried to swallow it down. All he’d been is angry. For weeks now, it had been a never ending cycle of anger and sickness and distraught, all amplified to new heights the second you left.

Carmen could feel himself spiraling, ears starting to ring again, rushing and roaring flashbacks flooding into his mind. Your face when you left, Teddy’s cries, the critic’s pursed lips, Sydney’s disappointed face when he forgot something again, Tina’s eyes cutting. Carmen turned, shaking his hand lightly, trying to do a breathing exercise he saw on YouTube, years ago when he’d moved to New York.

His breaths were deep, shaky, but deep enough that it cleared his head, dulled the ringing. His mind wandered back, Richie’s voice ringing in his head. “You wanna get her back? Quit actin’ like a goddam baby. Quit actin’ like this isn’t your own fuckin’ fault. Like you didn’t do this shit to yourself, Cousin. Take some fuckin’ accountability, grow the fuck up, and get your motherfuckin’ shit together, alright? And maybe-maybe you’ll get your family back.” Richie’s voice rang clear through his mind from a few nights ago, when Carmen was especially mean and awful.

“Hey, uh, you alright?” Pete hesitated, leaning towards Carmen, his grip on the door loosening.

Carmen took a deep breath, running a hand over his face before he turned back towards Pete, eyes shining with tears that threatened to fall. “Pete, please? Please?” Carmen begged, voice soft, cracking at the end. “Please, jus-just let me see her? L-Let me talk to her? Just- Let me tell her tha-that I’m sorry. Please… I need to tell her I-I’m sorry. Don’t-”

“-Carmen?” Sugar gaped, her voice coming from behind Pete. She pulled the door open, shocked gaze dropping into furious, jaw setting in a near snarl. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She hissed.

“Why do you think I’m here, Natalie? Huh?” Carmen snapped in anger, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Oh, you’ve got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here.” Natalie snapped back, pulling the door open and stepping out on the porch. She stood in front of her younger brother, arms crossed in a standoff.

“Pete, go inside.” Sugar sneered, her gaze not moving from Carmen’s. She felt like they were children again, having a staring contest to see who got the last piece of gum from Donna’s purse, only this time, it was for worse.

“Nat, I-”

“-I got it.” Natalie said firmly. Pete didn’t argue with her, simply nodding, shutting the door softly behind them. Her eyes held Carmen’s gaze, both of them intense, furious at the other for other reasons.

“You should be ashamed of yourself-”

“-I am-”

“-Mortified.” Sugar sneered, giving him a disgusted shake of her head. Carmen shifted, biting his own tongue to keep it from lashing out at her. “Do you know what I came home to the other night? You want me to tell you?-”

“-No, I know-”

“-No, I’m going to tell you.” Natalie snapped. “I came home after a very long shift because our head chef decided to, oh, I don’t know- disappear and go on a psychotic rampage apparently.” Natalie scoffed sarcastically.

“And I walk through the door, ready for bed. Maybe a glass of wine, maybe a bath, maybe to finally catch up on my shows with my husband; and you know what I found instead?” Sugar took a step towards Carmen, intimidating him with her harsh glare. “I find my husband taking care of your baby because your wife is sobbing-”

“-Don’t-”

“-No, no. I mean, sobbing. A total broken mess on my kitchen table, because she said you,” Sugar jabbed a finger at Carmen. “Decided to come home and scream at her. Not only scream, but say some of the most volatile, disgusting things I’ve ever fucking heard in my life to your wife, the mother of your very much so still a newborn baby.”

Carmen felt the familiar wave of nausea wash over him, swallowing back spit that pooled in his mouth with a cry that threatened to fall from his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to speak, to look at her gaze anymore. It felt too judgemental, left him feeling too vulnerable and sick of himself under it.

“So let me ask first; What the fuck is the matter with you?” Natalie sneered.

“I don’t know.” Carmen’s voice was tight, jaw tighter, fighting a tremble that was threatening to break. “I-I don’t… I don’t fuckin’ know. I-I didn’t- I didn’t mean it-” A single tear fell, slipping out of the corner of his eyes, sliding down his cheek- the final crack in his demeanor.

Carmen tried to fight it, deep breaths that burned his lungs and nose to control the tears, keep him from breaking here on his sister’s porch, but they wouldn’t stop. Carmen wasn’t sure how he had any tears left, after crying for days on end, how he hadn’t shriveled up his tear ducts. Yet here he was, broken sobs slipping out again.

Sugar didn’t move. Arms still crossed over her chest, lips still fixed in a hard line, watching Carmen with intensity as he broke down, tears flowing in front of her. She didn’t comfort him, not that he expected her to. She didn’t try to give him words of encouragement, advice on how to right the wrongs like the others did. Instead, she kept a furious gaze on him, unmoved by the tears.

“Please,” Carmen sniffed hard, running the back of his hand over his nose. “Please, Sugar, please. Ju-Just let me see Teddy. Let me se-ee her. Don’t-Don’t do this to me. Don’t ke-ep my kid away from me-”

“-Me?” Sugar scoffed, pushing her hand into her chest. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Don’t you even start that shit, Carm. I’m not keeping your kid away from you, let’s make that clear.”

Carmen’s breath hitched when she stepped towards him, toe to toe with him, teeth bared in a grit of anger. “I didn’t take your kid away. You know who did? Hm? You.” Natalie snapped, Carmen flinched at the cruelty of her words. “You did this, Carmen. You did every last bit of this. This is on you. No one else but you.”

Carmen held in a cry that threatened to break out, face crumbling with tears. He rubbed his hand over his face, trying to soothe the burn and hide his distraught. “And you know something else? I know you don’t remember dad very well, but I do, ok? And lately, you’ve been acting just like him.” Sugar’s tone clipped, leaving a burning sting in Carmen’s chest at her words.

“Yelling just because shit didn’t go your way? Do you know part of the reason mom’s so fucked up? Why everyone takes her side all the time and babies her? Uncle Jimmy and Uncle Lee? It’s because dad used to berate her, scream at her so badly- say some of the worst shit in the world because he was stressed out, that those guys would feel bad for her.” Sugar ranted. “And I promise you- promise you if I told Uncle Jimmy right now what you said, how I found your wife, he’d agree with me. Maybe even worse.”

Carmen shifted, his heart squeezing in fear now. Jimmy loved you, always had. He held a special soft spot in his heart for you. Worse was probably right, and truthfully, Carmen would accept it- he deserved it. It wouldn’t be as bad as how he felt right now.

Natalie held Carmen’s gaze, letting her words sink in. She lifted his hand when he started to talk. “I don’t-I really don’t want to hear it, ok?” Natalie shook her head. “And before you start trying to come up with some excuse-”

“-I-I’m not-”

“- I want you to know something. To hear it and really listen to it.” Natalie paused, waiting until his eyes met hers to continue. “I know you’ve been through a lot- We’ve been through a lot. But that doesn’t mean you get to just treat people like shit. That you can act like this and it’s ok.”

“I know that.” Carmen’s jaw was tight, strangled words croaking out.

“Then act like it.” Natalie snapped. “It’s not easy, none of this is easy, Carm. I mean… Do you know that every day- every single day, I wake up and something happens that’s shitty or rough, and I think about how easy it would be just to grab a bottle of wine or two. Drink myself unconscious like mom does. Just how easy that would be, how nice it would be just to drown myself out instead of face the issues.”

“There’s days when MJ or Maggie or-or Pete just drive me fuckin’ nuts, and I want to pull my hair out, or scream, or Pete will do something that just pushes me right over the edge and I just want to rage.” Natalie continued, arms waving dramatically. “I want to throw in the towel, take the easy way out, rage, drink myself silly, scream at all of them until I feel better, but you know what? You know what I don’t do? I don’t do that.”

Natalie crossed her arms, taking a breath to steady herself. “I don’t do that to them because I know how that feels.” Her voice cracked, just barely, enough to show the emotion that was hiding underneath. “I know how that felt. I know how that made me feel.”

Carmen could feel his eyes brimming with tears again, too emotional to be embarrassed. Donna’s many red faced, slurred screaming tyrades came back to his mind. How he’d hide, try and stay quiet and invisible to avoid them. Even as he got older.

“I know how that fucked me up. How it fucked them up. How it fucked you up, an-and Mikey up. I mean- how it…it fucked our whole life up!” Sugar laughed humorlessly, throwing her hands up in mock defeat. “I just… When I think about that, and about how it just ruined all of us. That’s the last thing, the very last thing, I’d ever want to do to my kids, to Pete, t-to anyone, really.”

Carmen nodded, too overwhelmed with emotions to speak. His throat burned, scratchy and sore from screaming and crying. His chest was tight, constricting his lungs, stealing his breath. He was on the verge of an anxiety attack, maybe something worse, yet, he felt eerily calm in the moment. Still even under the shame and hurt her words brought. He sat on the porch, sure his knees would give out soon, head spinning and dizzy with this damning realization.

“You need to make up your mind. Make a decision, right here, right now.” Sugar continued behind him. Though he couldn’t see her, he knew her face was stoic to hide the hurt, hide the emotions. A classic Berzatto deflection trait. “You need to decide what you’re going to do to be better for your family. If you’re going to continue to be a selfish, piece of shit, or if you’re going to change; be better.”

Carmen’s shoulders shuddered with his next breath, deep but not intentional; like he didn’t even know he did it. Too dazed and deep in thought, staring blankly ahead. “I can tell you,” Sugar stepped towards the door. “It’s not comfortable. It’s not easy. It is so hard some days. You have to fight for it every day, fight to break shit that was drilled into you, fight to recognize that some things you do, you don’t even mean to. It takes a lot of work, but… I’d rather fight every single day to be better, to be kinder and softer and more understanding for my family, than to not have them at all.”

Carmen couldn’t stop thinking of you. How you were so naturally nurturing and sweet. You’d always been like that. You were loving and gentle freely. You’d always been so patient with him. It almost made him feel insecure, inferior, when he thought of it before, but now, he just wanted to return the favor.

“You decide what you want to do, and then maybe- maybe you’ll get to see them again.” Sugar turned the door knob, pushing it open. “But today? Not a chance. Go get yourself together before you try and do this again.” Carmen flinched at the door slamming behind her, harder than he thought it would. Still, he didn’t move from his spot on the porch, head in his hands, deep in thought about his future, his past, everything.

“There he is!” Fak’s voice was muffled through the car window, slowly pulling to a stop in Sugar and Pete’s driveway.

Carmen looked up slowly, taking a slow, grounding exhale in, just as Richie and Fak climbed out of the car. “Cousin, thank fuckin’- You better be glad he’s here.” Richie glared at Fak.

“I am!” Fak chirped defensively.

Carmen stood slowly, turning one last time to look at the front door. He couldn’t see through the small privacy glass on the door, but he swore he could hear you- hear your voice. Soft and hushed, a little cautious mixing with Sugar’s reassuring one. It took everything in him not to turn and bust the door down, run inside and throw himself at your feet, begging for forgiveness.

He knew that time would come.

Instead, he walked to the car, sliding in the backseat, ignoring the confused looks Richie and Fak gave each other. “So, uh, did you-”

“-Don’t ask that.” Richie cut off Fak with a bark of annoyance. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing! I just- I thought we all wanted to know-”

“-Hey, Cousin,” Carmen muttered, staring blankly at the house. Richie hummed, turning to Carmen carefully. “What’s, uh… You-You said you had someone for me to talk to?”

“Yeah,” Richie nodded slowly. “The therapist?”

Carmen paused, swallowing slowly. “You…You think she’d see me now?”

“Right now?” Richie lifted a brow. Carmen nodded slowly, still looking past him, eyes glued on the house. He swore he could see a figure move- your figure, peeking through the blinds before ducking back into the shadows. “Yeah, I’m sure she will. I can… I can call her. See what I can do.”

“Thanks.” Carmen twisted his wedding band gently, the car jolting gently as Fak started to back out.

Fak turned around, looking from the back window to Carmen with a hesitant grimace. “You ok?” He asked, his voice dropped to a low hush with Richie on the phone beside him.

“No,” Carmen admitted, shoulders slumping in defeat. “No, I-I’m not, but… I wanna be.” Carmen looked at Fak, eyes glassy with emotion. “I gotta get my shit together. Gotta do better f-for my family.”

Fak nodded slowly, pulling out onto the road, slowly shifting the gears back into place. The car began to roll, Carmen watching Sugar and Pete’s house disappear in the rearview. His heart tore, ripped right down the middle and split at the seams knowing he was leaving you, Teddy- his family behind. It took everything, every ounce of strength not to turn around, not to run back. It hurt, but he realized, this is what Sugar was talking about.

So, Carmen went to the other side of town, to the small building where Richie’s therapist was. His counselor he’d started seeing a while back, when he was on his purpose journey.

It was weird, weirder than Al-Anon. Carmen felt entirely too vulnerable sitting in that chair, having her stare at him and only him, nodding as he told his ‘story’- it felt weird to call it that. He didn’t want it to be his story, his defining qualities. No, Carmen wanted a new story, a better one with you and Teddy and his family. He’d told Dr. Mullins that.

“I think that’s a great start, Carmen.” She nodded, giving him a soft smile. “So, tell me how you’d do that.”

Carmen scoffed lightly, looking down at his hands. “I, uh, I don’t really know.” He admitted. “Kinda thought that’s what you were for.”

“You’re right. I’m here to help you reach that goal, maintain it.” She nodded. “But in order to do that, I need to know a little more.”

“Like what?” Carmen muttered. “I don’t really remember my dad and all the bad shi-stuff he’d do.”

“You said you didn’t want that to define you, so let’s not talk about that.” She shook her head softly. “Let’s focus on what you want. What kind of life you’d want to live with your family.”

Carmen’s knee bounced, taking a shaky breath. “I… I don’t want to lose control.” He admitted. “I don’t want t-to scream, and say shit I don’t mean, and-and to take it out on people who don’t deserve it.” He looked up at her. “I don’t want to do that again.”

“Good.” Dr. Mullins nodded slowly. “Let’s start there.”

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perlelune · 1 year ago

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no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | iii.

Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.

Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

After a few weeks, you’re forced to acknowledge you were wrong about Coriolanus.

His mere presence assuages your hurt, and none of his actions bear a hint of impropriety.

He’s simply being a friend, comforting you and supporting you in a time of need.

His visits grow more frequent.

You’re amazed he even finds time between the University and his apprenticeship with Dr. Gaul. Still, Coryo never misses tea time with you, sometimes even bringing books and sweets. You’re thankful for the time he spends doting on you, even if you hate keeping him from his studies. You know how eager to succeed he’s always been.

But you can’t deny you missed the feeling of having a brother, of having this person who cares for you, looks out for you and protects you unconditionally.

And while you’re aware Coriolanus isn’t your actual brother, having him besides you helps alleviate the weight of grief and loneliness. Being with him makes you feel closer to Janus. You’re also solaced by the knowledge it’s what your departed brother would have wanted.

There is one person however who isn’t too keen on the rekindled bond between you and Coriolanus Snow.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with him,” William notes, tracing the lines in your palm.

You’re both lying on the couch in the sunroom, your back against William’s chest, fingers interlaced with his. Sunlight spills from the stained glass in the ceiling, painting your fiancé’s brown curls in bronze hues.

This is a moment of tranquility you’ve longed for, a sliver of calm amidst the storm and chaos wedding planning has turned out to be. You reckoned it’d be easier than it has been. Instead, it seems nothing ever goes right. Between incidents with the cake, your wedding dress somehow being lost by the store, and the venue perpetually being booked…you’ve grown disheartened and exhausted by the entire process.

It’s almost like some higher force is trying to prevent you marrying William. It’s ludicrous, of course. But the ceaseless string of bad luck is beginning to drain your hope that your wedding will happen before the year ends.

You and William even had to push back the date. There was no choice as hurdles kept emerging.

So you bask in your fiancé’s presence, soaking his warmth and familiar smell, reminding yourself why you’re going through so much trouble. Marrying William is worth it.

“Yeah. He’s my friend,” you state casually.

“Your friend. Baby…” There’s a brief pause during which William appears deep in thought. When he speaks again, it’s with a softer tone. “At the risk of sounding jealous, the way he’s looking at you…are you sure that he knows that?”

His words make you sit up straight.

“William,” you admonish, taken aback by his preposterous insinuation.

Coriolanus’ a gentleman. He hasn’t made any moves towards you and he wouldn’t. Sejanus trusted him and you trust him too.

Scratching the back of his neck, he sighs.

“I’m just saying. We’re getting married soon, and everything’s been so…tumultuous. I just want to make sure that you won’t…”

You search his forest gaze. Shock fills you at the doubts you find lurking there.

“That I won’t what?” You give a light punch to his chest. “Get cold feet? William, are you mad?”

His shoulders slump. “I know your parents wish I was from a great house like him.”

William looks away and you put your hands on his face, drawing his focus back to you.

“It doesn’t matter what my parents think. I love you.”

He smiles, that beautiful sunny smile that blows a warm breeze through your chest every time.

He grabs your hands and kisses them.

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

“William, you’re good and kind and caring. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” You hold his eyes. “He’s just a friend, I promise you. You…You’re my future.”

William studies you, love and devotion illuminating his features. His lips then collide with yours. He nudges you down on the plush beige upholstery, humming low in his throat.

When his hands find their way below your skirt, you push against his chest.

He immediately stops.

Your hot, rapid exhales mingle as you steady your breath.

“You know I’d rather we wait for our wedding night,” you mutter apologetically. It’s not the first time things got hot and heavy between you and William and you slowed them down. You know how frustrating it has to be for him and you commend his patience. “ I know it’s old-fashioned but I…”

He quiets you with a tender kiss on the forehead.

“No, it’s okay,” he says, holding hands with you. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I got carried away.” Pink dusts his cheeks as he adds, “You just smell so good and you’re so beautiful.”

A smile breaks across your face. “You’re not too bad yourself, pretty boy.”

He tilts his head and laughs.

“How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you talk to me like that?” He bites his lip, his lids dipping to half-mast. “Can I at least get another kiss?” he whispers suavely.

“Hm, we’ll see about that…” you mumble, closing your own eyes.

“Apologies, hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

Coriolanus’ sharp inflection shatters the spell, making you leap away from William.

Heat nestles in your cheeks as you rise to your feet, hastily smoothing the wrinkles in your dress. Your fiancé clears his throat and runs a hand through his tousled locks.

“No, we’re…William was leaving,” you stammer, struggling to meet Coriolanus’ stark blue gaze.

William’s brows squeeze together at that. But you shoot him a glare that pulls a deep sigh from him. He nods and pulls you to him one more time.

He kisses you but you note it lasts much longer than usual, his fingers curling around your waist possessively.

Embarrassment flares inside you that this is happening right in front of your friend.

When he releases you, you’re breathless.

“Coriolanus,” William greets stiffly as he brushes past the blond.

“William,”Coriolanus replies, his tone somehow icier.

Once your fiancé has left, a weary exhale floats from your mouth.

“I don’t understand why you two can’t just get along. You both matter to me.”

Coriolanus smirks. “Oh, princess. You wouldn’t understand.”

“What wouldn’t I understand?” you inquire, blinking up at him curiously.

His tight-lipped smile expands as he gauges you.

“Nothing.”

You scrunch your nose, displeased by his answer. He’s always so cryptic. A chuckle peels from his lips at your sour expression. His knuckles sweep over your cheek.

“There should never be a frown on such a pretty face.” He digs inside his satchel before retrieving a slim, leather-bound book. He places it in your hands as you gape at him, puzzled.

“Here, I brought you this. This will cheer you up.”

You examine the book. Surprise mingles with elation when you notice the words on the cover. The engraved letters spell out a familiar title. It’s one of your favorite books from when you were younger. It bewilders you that he even remembers. As if no time has passed.

“Oh my god! How did you…” An excited squeal leaves you. Then your voice lulls to a whisper. “It’s a first edition, Coryo.”

“It was printed and bound before the war,” he explains. “It wasn’t easy to dig up.”

Your brows rise. “An antique. You shouldn’t have.” You cradle the book against your chest. “You’re too good to me.”

His mouth quirks lopsidedly.

“Anything for you, princess.”

You both sit down for tea, cakes and macaroons. Time flies as you chat about everything and nothing with your friend. As always, you do most of the talking as he dutifully listens, only interjecting to ask you to elaborate on a particular point.

No matter what you jabber on about, his interest never appears to wane.

You eventually land on the matter of your wedding planning. You share all the troubles you and William have had and Coriolanus hums in response.

“I’m very sorry to hear that.” He sips from his cup of Earl Grey. “How…unfortunate.”

He then pauses, seeming to ponder something. “I have a proposition.”

Your brow arches in question.

“Clemmie is throwing a party tonight. Let me take you, get your mind off of all this.”

Your lips part. Clemensia? A party? None of it sounds enticing to you.

“I’m not sure…” you trail off, your eyes finding the floor.

“What better way to cheer you up than a party, princess?” Coriolanus’ voice mellows as he adds, “You can’t stay cooped up here forever.”

Words falter on your tongue as your eyes swell with unshed tears.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, concern oozing from his gentle tone.

You shake your head.

“You’re crying,” he insists, reaching over the table to lift your chin.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he says sternly. “Talk to me.”

His unwavering inflection nudges you to admit, “I’m just scared.”

“What are you scared of, princess?”

You suck in a shaky breath.

“Every part of this house, every nook and cranny carries a memory I have with Janus.” You glance about the sunroom. Here alone you can count so many hiding spots from games you and your brother played when you were kids. “It’s easy, keeping him close here. It’s just that…”

“You’re scared to move on,” Coriolanus finishes for you. His thumb glides over your cheek, collecting a tear you didn’t realize had spilled over. “But you have to.”

“Sejanus wouldn’t want you to wilt away in this house like one of your roses.”

You mull over his words. You suppose he’s right but you’re still not convinced. Parties like the kind Clemensia is fond of hosting aren’t exactly your scene.

A lame excuse flows from your lips.

“I don’t even know what to wear.”

“Then I’ll choose for you,” he replies without hesitation.

“What?”

“Let’s go to your room.”

Before you can protest, he seizes your hand and drags you upstairs.

“Wait, Coryo…”

He ignores you, making his way to your room with brisk strides you can barely maintain pace with. Once he’s there, he rummages through your closet. You let him do it, half-skeptical, half-jaded. Most of these garments weren’t picked by you anyway, but by your mother based on whatever fashion trend raged in the Capitol at the time. And those trends change every other season. You since long gave up on trying to keep abreast of them.

“Hm, this one is perfect,” he announces, drawing a red number from the closet.

You gape at the dress he chose. It’s a slip satin dress the color of blood. The waist is cinched with a thin belt and the lace sleeves, adorned with embroidered flowers, flow elegantly.

It’s beautiful, radiating a timeless elegance…but the neckline is low, displaying more cleavage than you’re used to.

Your cheeks warm. “Are you sure?”

“Just trust me. Try it.”

Your eyes bulge but you relent, something about his tone curbing your impulse to argue. “Okay,” you quaver.

Trying not to squirm beneath his intense stare, you grab the dress from him and slip behind the wooden divider screen.

Chewing on your lip, you peek above the folding screen.

“Maybe you could…get out while I change?” you suggest while fumbling with the lace strings of your day dress.

Coriolanus casually sits on your bed, his crimson coat pooling around him. He leans back and spreads his large hands over your bed sheets. A small smile dances along his pink lips.

“I won’t look, I promise. Don’t you trust me, princess?”

“I do but…”

“But what?” he challenges, cocking his head in question.

Stumped, you come up short of a decent answer. “Nothing,” you mumble.

You shed your clothes quickly to try on the red dress. The whole time, you can feel the weight of Coriolanus’ unnerving scrutiny on the other side of the wooden screen.

He gives you a sluggish onceover when you step out from behind the screen. Your skin prickles as you shake.

“Hm nice, twirl for me.”

His blue eyes sparkle when you do as he says. He gets to his feet. He slowly strolls towards you.

Once he’s in front of you, he also arranges a few wisps of your hair in a way that he likes.

“Gorgeous,” he lauds when he’s done.

He tilts your chin up, his gaze corralling yours.

“See? All you have to do is to trust me, princess.” His deep voice dips to dulcet tones. “Just trust me and, I promise you, everything will work out exactly the way it’s supposed to.”

“You came,” Coriolanus points out, that signature smirk of his adorning his lips.

“I promised I would,” you defend.

He snorts. “I’m glad. Saves me the trouble of having to drag you here myself, princess.”

Nervous laughter peals from your lips at his strange joke and the intent way his eyes rest on you. For a while, he doesn’t say anything, drinking in the sight of you in the crimson dress. The very same one he picked himself.

He then loops your arm around his, bending near your ear to whisper,

“Let's re-introduce you to everyone.”

You look around yourself, curious as you’ve never been to Clemensia’s house. The atmosphere is more intimate than you expected. The only source of dim light in the Dovecote’s sumptuous living room emanates from candelabras scattered all about, the wobbly candlelight casting twisting shadows over the damask walls. The crackle of the logs burning in the gigantic fireplace mingles with the soft piano tune filling the living room.

“Coriolanus, did you bring a ghost to my party?” Clemensia jests when she sees you. Her expression then turns serious as she studies you. To your utter surprise, she wraps her arms around you and hugs you. You freeze, too stunned to return the gesture. The two of you were never close, the opposite in fact. It all stemmed from the way she and her friends ostracized you and your brother in school. Maybe it’s all water under the bridge now that you’re older. “Oh, you poor thing,” she laments. “I’m here for whatever you need, okay?”

You nod stiffly. “O-Okay.”

Coriolanus hardly conceals his amusement at the interaction, mirth swaying in his cobalt orbs.

He and Clemensia keep introducing you to people. Some you recognize; some you don’t.

It makes you realize how much you missed.

After a while, faces blend into each other. You end up nodding and smiling to most of the small talk, your attention span dwindling by the minute.

Eventually, you decide to retreat to the bar to take a break. The barkeep nudges a drink your way and you thank him quietly. You swirl it in your hand, your thoughts drifting. Maybe this is what a return to normalcy must feel like. Slightly strange and overwhelming.

You gasp as Coriolanus appears at your side. “Are you alright, princess? Too much?”

Your startled reaction draws a chuckle from him.

A slow exhale drops from your chest.

“A little,” you confess. “But…I’m glad you took me. A change of scenery is nice.”

It occurs to you that you haven’t had time to wallow in your sadness, too caught in conversation with other people. However frivolous the topics, it did keep your mind off of things. No thoughts of dead brothers have crossed your mind tonight.

It might not be much but it’s a start, you suppose.

Coriolanus’ brow curves teasingly. “See? This is why you should trust me.”

“Don’t push it, Snow. You’re on thin ice.”

A laugh bursts from his chest but, as he peers down at your drink, all humor vanishes from his face. He swipes it from you and sniffs it.

“Hm, what’s wrong?”

A frown puckers his forehead.

“Who served you this drink?” he rumbles.

You shrug. “I don’t know. It was just…brought to me.”

“There’s something in it.”

“What?” Ice spills in your veins. “Oh my god.”

Your mind whirls as you peek at your surroundings, paranoia creeping in. You wonder who could have done this and why. Just to mess with you? Or maybe even worse…

Your gut sinks. Thank god Coryo put a stop to whatever awful thing could have happened to you.

He puts his hand on your arm reassuringly. “I’ll bring you a clean one.”

“T-Thanks,” you stutter. “Just nothing with alcohol in it, please.”

“Of course.”

He returns with a brand new drink in a jiffy.

“Thanks for looking out for me,” you beam before taking a sip. You were starting to get a little parched.

“Always, princess.” He grins at you while you take another sip.

A wave of queasiness suddenly hits you.

The room starts to spin around you, blurring into crooked shapes and colors. You try to stand but your knees buckle instantly.

If it weren’t for Coriolanus swiftly catching you you’d be a heap on the floor.

“Coryo…I’m not feeling so good,” you slur, struggling to speak. Cotton seems to fill your mouth, the mere act of forming words demanding great effort.

“It’s okay, lean on me,” he says, slipping his arm around your waist.

“Head…heavy.”

“You’re alright. Just hold on to me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good girl.”

In a daze, you stagger along as he escorts you through a series of hallways and up a flight of stairs. You grow so weak that you slump against him. With ease, Coriolanus hoists you in his arms, carrying you bridal style the rest of the way.

You fall onto something heavenly soft that sinks under your weight. Like fluffy clouds.

Your thoughts collapse, muddy and haphazard as you blink up at the ceiling. An antique chandelier hangs from it.

“You just need a little bit of rest.”

Coriolanus’s voice is warped, disembodied almost.

“Rest…” you echo.

But as soon as your eyes begin to close, the feeling of your dress hiking upwards tugs you back to consciousness.

Befuddled, you look down. You’re welcomed by the sight of Coriolanus wedged between your parted legs, hands clasped around your thighs. His waistcoat and white blouse are gone, exposing his pale, broad chest.

“Coryo, what is happening-”

His soft lips cover yours, stifling your protests. His tall frame pins yours to the bed. He purrs against your lips, framing your jaw when you feebly pivot your head to the side.

When his lips free yours, your mouth still tingles with the forcefulness of his bruising kiss.

He returns to the space between your thighs.

You lie back, your bones like jelly, as you feel the delicate material of your panties sliding down your legs.

Your brows twitch. “Coryo…”

His blue eyes glow strangely in the darkness. A chill slithers through your core.

“Shh, don’t worry about it, princess, just sleep.”

You want to move. You feel you have to. But you can’t.

“I…”

The syllable dies in a sharp gasp as Coriolanus’ cool tongue drags down your slit. Long fingers spreading you open, he traces wet circles around your bundle of nerves. He rasps against your center and the vibrations rock through your core. Your breath hitches. Your chest tightens. Heat builds in your stomach as he makes you dangle off the cliff of pleasure. He soon adds a finger and you cry out.

Coriolanus pumps in and out of you, gauging your expression as he grazes a particular spot that has your toes flexing. You writhe over the sheets, eyes blindly rising to the ceiling.

You clench around his finger, your cunt clinging to him reflexively.

He sinks a second digit inside you and you whine, back arching at the abrupt stretch.

Short, chaotic breaths rush through your lungs as he works you open. His slow, meticulous drags have your chest rising and falling rapidly.

Your legs quake as the coils in your belly grow unbearably tight and hot.

He stops as you’re on the cusp of your undoing. Your boneless frame sags onto the sheets.

He leans back and you hear the rustle of his pants coming undone. You get a faint sense of wrong trying to pierce through the haziness, but you can’t grasp at it.

Still, your fingers stretch towards the edge of the bed, your body rolling to the side. The meek attempt is interrupted as Coriolanus yanks you back onto the sheets, snatching your wrists and pinning them above your head. His frame drapes over yours. The scent of roses coats your senses.

“We’re not done, princess,” he murmurs, his warm breath caressing your face.

A painful pressure starts prodding your entrance. He grunts, hovering above you as he pushes past your tight ring of muscles.

You feel as if you’ll tear as more of him buries inside you. Every second is agony, your core burning at the blunt intrusion.

A sigh of pleasure floats from his mouth when he reaches the hilt of you. He stays there a while, seeming to bask in the feeling of you around him.

When he starts to move, your eyes flutter open. He sets a steady pace right away, thrusting inside you as if his life depended on it. Wordless screams rip from your throat. He releases your wrists, his long fingers latching onto your waist instead.

Each of his slow, deep thrusts sparks warm tingles through your body.

Sweat collects between his brows as he grunts in pleasure.

“I knew you’d feel just perfect around me,” he rasps, delighted.

His cadence quickens, his hand digging bruising grooves over your hip. Choked moans spill from your throat. His other hand crawls beneath the thin satin of your dress, fondling your breast and flicking your pebbled nipple. His hands feel everywhere at once and that sense of wrong rolls over you again.

“Ever since I saw you in this dress, I’ve been dying to fuck you in it,” he confesses, lust bleeding in his fevered tone.

The mattress squeaks as he relentlessly rams into you.

A uniquely sharp thrust has your slick walls tighten around him. His cock stirs, a throaty moan pouring from his chest.

The repeated friction against your soft spots has you seeing stars.

A feral glint bounces in his blue eyes as he admires your panting form, lost in the throes of pleasure. Strangled shouts escape you as another wave of pleasure crashes over your frame.

His pace slows, sloppier than before as his cock twitches between your walls. His eyes roll back as he sighs, tension draining from his muscular frame. Hot ropes spill inside you, overflowing until you feel the warmth dripping along your thighs.

Your mouth wobbles, silent tears streaming down your face.

Coriolanus cradles your face, kissing away each of your tears with tender brushes of his lips.

“Shh, don’t cry,’ he mumbles. “It’s okay, princess. I’ve got you.” His cock stiffens inside you once more. He lifts you and snaps his hips viciously into yours, drawing a broken whimper as he bottoms out. A lopsided smile blooms on his lips when he begins to move inside you. Helplessly, you lie back as he takes you again.

“I’ve got you, and I’m not letting you go.”

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Summary: Messmer begins to worry when he realizes he hasn't seen you at all today. Rushing to your chambers, he realizes that you're just on your period and need some comfort.

Spoilers for Elden Ring and Shadow of the Erdtree. No warnings, per usual. Just my boi being soft and caring for a fem! reader on her period.

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Messmer was beginning to worry about you. Half the day had passed already and he hadn’t seen you out of your chambers. Normally, you’d make your way to him soon after you’d finished breakfast. Even if you planned on spending the day pouring over documents and books in his storehouse, you’d pay him a visit before departing. This was unusual behavior for you. Had he done something to upset you? Did you fall ill overnight? Surely not the latter; his servants would inform him right away of your state and would have taken you to the infirmary.

He decided that he couldn’t sit and wait on his throne for you anymore. He would come to your chambers himself and see what was preventing you from visiting him. Quickly making his way out of his dark chamber, he startles the Fire Knights standing guard outside his door. Taking the steps down two at a time and rushing through the hallways towards your quarters, he notices one of your usual servants standing worried outside your door. Noticing his presence, she bows and steps aside for him to enter.

“Has she come out of her chambers today?” Messmer tries to keep his voice even despite the uncertainty coursing through his veins like fire.

She shakes her head. “No, my Lord. I brought breakfast to her, per usual, and she only ate a little. I asked if she required assistance getting dressed, but she dismissed me and told me she wished to spend the day in bed.”

“And why was this not reported to me?” His eye narrows and the servant shrinks into herself. She looks like she wishes she could dissipate into thin air.

“Sincerest apologies, my Lord. I figured she simply wished to remain alone today. I asked if she was feeling ill, and she said that she was just very tired.”

He sighs. Sometimes, you would prefer to stay in bed all day, but you would come to Messmer’s chambers and you two would laze around together. He cannot recall a time where you would prefer to be alone.

He sighs. “I understand. I will see what bothers her so.”

The servant bows and scurries off, leaving him alone before your door. Never before has he been so afraid to see you. With shaking hands, he raps on your door three times. He hears a faint shuffling of sheets coming from within the room.

“Yes?” He takes immense comfort in the fact that you are responding.

“Beloved, may I come in? I wish to see thee.”

He hears your voice quiver. “I am afraid I don’t feel very well today. I’m not sure I would make good company, My Lord.”

“Whatever is the matter? Dost thou require a healer?” His snakes wrap themselves tighter around his frame, also worried for your wellbeing. They nose at your door, eager to see you.

“No, my love. I’m okay.” Your words come out strained, and his anxiety increases tenfold.

“I wish to see thee with my own eyes to ensure thy good health. Please, my beloved.” He would get on his knees and beg for you to let him in if he had to. He would do anything to know you were alright.

There is a beat of silence before you respond. “Come in.”

He opens the door so fast he almost twists the door off its hinges. He enters swiftly and closes the door, striding over to your side in hurried steps that echo off the marble floors. Messmer’s snakes incline themselves forward and it almost seems like they’re racing him to get to you first. When he arrives at your bedside, the sight he sees makes his heart drop.

You are wrapped in your sheets and comforter with sweat adorning your forehead. You wince in pain and he notices that you are curled in on yourself. You look at him with tired eyes and give him a small smile. His snakes flick their tongues into the air and they taste a hint of blood. Your blood. Messmer erupts in fury and his mind races a mile a minute. His serpents coil and hiss, looking around the room wildly for your attacker.

“What has happened? Who hast dared to hurt thee?!” He roars, summoning his spear. “Tell me now, beloved, and I will ensure they never cause thee pain again.” His voice bounces off the walls of your chamber and he is sure the entire keep can hear him, but he cannot bring himself to care.

You reach weakly for his hand and he immediately takes it, clutching it tightly. You feel the heat radiating off of him. You know you need to calm him down, and soon, lest he burn your favorite blanket to ash.

“No one has hurt me, my love. I’m alright.”

“My serpents smelled thy blood in the air. Who hast hurt thee so?”

“Messmer, I’m on my period. Nobody hurt me.” You wince in pain once again.

He can’t believe he didn’t realize that sooner. In his defense, he thought someone had hurt his sweet consort.

“I see.” He gingerly sits down on the bed beside your crumpled form, still holding your hand. “I apologize if I frightened thee.”

“It’s okay.” You squeeze his hand in reassurance. “You… do know what a period is, yes?”

He raises his brow. “Thou thinkest me a child?”

“No, not at all, I just didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, lightning licks up your spine and radiates throughout your back. You curl in on yourself tighter and breathe heavily.

Messmer’s eye flicks wildly over your covered body. “What wouldst thou have me do? I refuse to stand idly by while thou suffers.”

“Can you come lay with me, please? I just want you to hold me.” Your sweet request has his heart fluttering in his chest.

Wordlessly, he walks over to the other side of the large bed and climbs in. He doesn’t want to ask you to move when you are clearly in so much pain. He shuffles over to you and pulls the blanket up to cover you both. He hovers next to you, unsure of how to hold you. He’s terrified of hurting you on accident.

You roll over and scoot closer to him, your body protesting the sudden movement. You lay your head on his chest and try to get comfortable on your side.

“How dost thou feel now?” He strokes your hair tentatively.

“A little better.” You continue to shift against him.

He sighs and tilts your chin up so you meet his gaze. It’s loving and tender. “Wouldst thou be comfortable laying on top of me?”

“I think so.”

He gently lifts your body until you are completely sprawled out on top of him on your stomach with your head in the middle of his chest. He places a large hand on your back and you feel immediate relief. Between the warmth of his body pressed against yours and his hand on your back, your muscles slowly begin to relax.

“You’re so warm…” You mumble into his chest.

“Dost thou require me to move? Have I made thee too warm?” His voice is laced with concern.

“No. It feels wonderful.” You nuzzle your head into him and sigh, content. He smiles and places a light kiss to the top of your head. His serpents nip at the blanket and pull it over you, then carefully wind over your shoulders and lie down.

“Why didst thou not send for me?” He traces small circles into your lower back. “I grew worried at your absence.”

“I’m sorry. I just felt like I wouldn’t be good company like this.”

“So thou would rather toil in isolation?”

“That’s very funny coming from you, my love.”

He rolls his eye. “Perhaps I am not the best example to live by when one is in such pain, but I wish to be of comfort, just as thou has been for me. I wish to care for thee, my beloved.”

You lean your head up to look at him and press a kiss to his lips. His cheeks redden from the simple gesture, as they always do. “You care for me plenty.”

“I am glad thou thinkest so.”

You shake your head and smile at him. “I know so. I refuse to hear anymore doubts from you.”

“Thou’rt demanding indeed, but I shall not stand against thy wishes, my Lady.”

You chuckle at him. “I also refuse to get up for another few hours.”

“Being late for dinner does not sound like thee.”

Your stomach grumbles at the mention of dinner, and Messmer laughs.

“How much of the day did I spend wallowing away in misery?”

“About half. Dinner is not far away.”

“Good. I’m starving.”

A comfortable silence encompasses you both and all you can hear are your shared breaths. Messmer lazily flicks his wrist and your fireplace sparks to life. The flames hum and sway side-to-side, dancing. The black tendrils delicately wind their way up and around the flame in almost hypnotizing movements. You’ve always found Messmer’s fire to be beautiful.

You could stay here forever, wrapped in silk sheets and cozy blankets with your lover. His dominant hand caresses your back with feather-light touches and it lulls you into a drowsy haze. Your eyes flutter shut.

“Messmer?” Your voice is serene and quiet.

“Yes, beloved?”

“Do you think we could have dinner in bed? I don’t want to get up.”

He laughs genuinely, a sound you’ve grown to love. It makes you smile to see him happy and carefree. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“You might have to wake me.”

“Though it pains me to disturb thy slumber, I shall, just for thee. Now, rest.” He brings his other hand to your hair and runs his nails across your scalp, making you shiver and relax even further into him.

“You spoil me.”

“I know.”

There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

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kesujo · 5 months ago

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Other Plans - Part 3 of 3

Link to part 2 here.

Something warm was on my lips. It was moving against my mouth, as if it were trying to get a response from me. It felt good, so I did respond, moving in synch with it.

"Mmm," I heard a hum of satisfaction. I felt something wet move against my lips, so I granted it entrance. Just then, I realized what was happening.

"Mm!" I mumbled in surprise as Taeyeon's tongue invaded my mouth. I tried to move my hands, but they were still handcuffed to the bedpost above my head.

Her tongue immediately pinned mine down, and was now using the opportunity to explore my mouth. After struggling with the handcuffs for a bit, I realized that I wasn't about to escape them and instead focused on trying to force her tongue out of my mouth.

It was at this time that Taeyeon started to use her hips and grinded against mine. I squirmed, trying to hold back a moan building up in my throat.

I felt her hands grasp my head, preventing my head from moving from side to side. Only then did I realize I could have done that. I groaned in disappointment.

I started another tongue battle with her, but quickly lost, especially with the aided distraction of her grinding against me; recognizing defeat, I stopped resistance and let her do whatever she wanted.

Fortunately, she pulled away not long after, leaving a trail of saliva connecting our lips, which thinned out and disappeared. I took a desperately needed, long, deep breath before speaking. "Tae--" but I was cut off as she attacked my lips again. "MmmM," I whined in disappointment, feeling her tongue invading my mouth again. I began to try and fend her off, but she quickly pinned my tongue and continued forward, also starting to grind against me again. I started to squirm, doing my best to make it harder for her to continue so maybe she would eventually give up.

Right as I began doing so, I felt a pair of hands trap my body against the bed, pinning them in place. Jessi, my brain immediately deduced. I let out a groan of disappointment that quickly turned into a moan as she began to rub her breasts against my chest as well. I tried to move something, any part of my body, but found I was unable to. Am I being raped? Since when did girls rape guys?

I felt my little friend poke Taeyeon's leg. I mentally facepalmed myself in embarrassment; Taeyeon just smiled against my lips and peeled her lips off mine, sliding down my body a little. I shivered at the feeling of her soft skin gliding against mine.

Unlike in the scene we just shot, there was no foreplay; right when she got close, she closed the remaining distance quickly. "Un," I moaned, the slick walls pulsating around my member. Since Taeyeon's legs had already trapped mine, I had no chance of escape, which I definitely would have taken, by the way.

"Ohhh," I heard Taeyeon moan in satisfaction, sliding up and down my member, causing the slick walls to rub against my member. The sensation created an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

"Mmm," I moaned softly. I closed my eyes, resting my head back onto the pillow, unable to contain myself anymore. I felt a soft pair of lips land on mine, massaging my own. I tried to escape her, but her hands once again held my head in place, so I had no choice but to accept it, eventually letting her tongue to slip into my mouth again.

I felt Jessi releasing her grip on my body. Right as I noticed this, Taeyeon started to move her hips in a circular motion while still sliding up and down my shaft. The friction created in this action caused Taeyeon to moan in my mouth, pushing her tongue deeper into me.

"Wow, that's so hot," I heard Jessi comment on the side. Before I could tell her to shut up, Taeyeon suddenly increased her pace, causing me to groan in surprise.

She detached her mouth from mine and hovered her head about a foot above me. "T-Taeyeon, st-stop..." I tried to tell her, stuttering from the buildup moans forced down my throat. I opened my eyes and looked at her: her mouth was half open, tongue almost out of her mouth; her eyes were halfway closed, her whole chest heaving with each deep, but quick, breath she took.

She ignored me and continued riding me. "Uhhh, you're so big..." she moaned lustfully, getting up to sit on me. She started to use her hands to play with her own breasts, palming the silky skin, pinching and flicking her nipples. "Oh god, Alex..." her eyes were closed, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"W-Why...?" I panted, finally able to ask the question that was bugging me the whole time.

"So big..." she moaned, almost in response. "Oohhh my god, sooo good..."

"You guys are getting me really horny," I heard Jessi say, on my side. "That's not fair," she continued, whining.

"Y-You'll have your ch-chance in our sh-shooting..--oh god yes, yes o-oh," she told her, voice drawing out to an elongated moan. I felt the now familiar pressure build up in my lower region.

Taeyeon seemed to also be near, as she added another sudden burst in speed and force. "Hn!" I moaned in surprise, her walls tightening around my member. However, this did not slow her down as she continued to ram down with so much force that I could hear the bed shake slightly.

"Ung...ung..." she panted, hands placed on my hips for more leverage as she bounced up and down, breasts bouncing with her.

I felt the pressure accumulate in my shaft. "Taeyeon, I--un!" I groaned, the pressure, unable to be contained, released as I shot my load into her, shivering as I emptied myself out.

"Al--I'm close I'm close oh god--UNG!" she screamed, giving one final thrust downwards before collapsing on my body, shivering as her warm juices covered my shaft and ran down her leg. She rested her head in my neck again before intertwining our legs.

"I...pull out...?" I panted.

"No," she responded, tightening her grip on my legs, pushing my member deeper into her. "Ung," she moaned in response.

"H-Hey..." I panted, trying to shake her off. "We can't ... just sleep like this..." I tried to reason with her, still out of breath, while trying to get used to the feeling of Taeyeon's pulsating walls around my shaft.

"Why not?" she answered, having recovered more quickly than me. She pressed her mouth against my neck, snuggling in with me.

I opened my mouth to answer, but realized that I didn't have a response. My mind drew blanks as I searched for a reasonable response, but couldn't find one, so I shut my mouth.

Content with my silence, she smiled against my neck. "Now sleep," she told me.

"Do I honestly just have to masturbate then?" I heard Jessi whine. My eyes widened in shock, followed by my jaw dropping when I heard her sigh, and the sound of a soft slick and a moan. I shut my eyes tight and tried to ignore the sounds Jessi was giving off, but the simple act of hearing her moan started to turn me on, once again exciting my little friend. I felt Taeyeon smile against my neck, but I ignored it with a flushed face. Jessi cannot be doing this right now, I thought in disbelief.

"Oh, Jinnie..." she moaned, causing my ears to perk up. "Jinnieeee, oooohhhh..." she moaned my name once again. Wait, I wasn't doing anything though. "Yeah, right there Jinnie ung..." then, it clicked. She was masturbating to me.

I flushed even more and buried my head in Taeyeon's hair. "Yes yes oh god yes," she moaned again, her breath becoming ragged and more frequent. "Fuck, you're so good Jinnie."

And here I thought I knew everything there was to know about Jessi. Sometimes, she was a bit of a pervert, but most of the time, she was cute, adorable, and innocent. Well, at least around me; it was probably the same with most people, but I know quite a few people who are scared of her, for some reason. Anyways, today totally blew away all my images of innocent Jessi; not only have I seen her horny, had sex with her, and recorded a porno with her, I just heard her masturbate right next to me.

"Un! Oh god! I'm--AHH!" she screamed. Her spasm shook the bed covers a little. I breathed a sigh of relief, releasing the pressure I was putting on my eyes to shut them tight. However, my relief was short lived as I suddenly felt Jessi kiss my sensitive spot.

"H--" she cut me off by shoving her hand, covered with her own fluid, into my mouth. I let out a surprised sound as my tongue, having nowhere else to go, touched the sticky fluid.

"Can you lick it off for me?" she asked in her cute voice. Was she honestly using aegyo to ask me to lick cum off her hand? I tried to ignore how out of place everything was and licked it off her hands, having no other alternative anyways.

After a few more times, she finally stopped and cuddled up next to me, or as much as she could with Taeyeon on top of me. I eventually fell back asleep, even with the feeling of my shaft inside Taeyeon.

I woke up briefly to something being poured into my mouth. "Wh-what is that?" I asked groggily.

"Oh, you woke up," I heard Jessi say. She was feeding me something. I felt the spoon enter my mouth again, a liquid being poured into my mouth. I obediently swallowed.

Wait...it couldn't be... "Jessi, this isn't that kind of--" she cut me off by feeding me the liquid again. I obediently swallowed again, for some reason. "Wait--" but she interrupted me again.

She started giggling. I immediately remembered our 'date' at the sushi restaurant. "Hey--!" but she fed me another spoonful. I sighed and closed my mouth.

"Ok, done!" she told me happily. "And to answer your question, yes it is." I had expected myself to react with disgust, but no such emotion came up. "We can go back to sleep now," she told me, cuddling up with me again. "We have about another hour."

I nodded and closed my eyes again, noting that Taeyeon still had my legs stubbornly locked with her's. I drifted back to sleep.

Soon afterwards, I felt Taeyeon stirring. I opened my eyes to see that Taeyeon finally decided to take herself off of me. "Hey Al--oh you're awake," she said, smiling as she turned to wake up Jessi. "Sica, time to wake up~" she lightly shook her shoulders.

Jessi's eyes gradually opened. "Ok..." she said, bringing her arms out to stretch, yawning simultaneously. After rubbing her eyes a few times, she jumped off the bed. I immediately averted my eyes, realizing that we were all still naked.

I felt my handcuffs finally loosen. When Taeyeon unlocked them, I sat up and brought my hands level with my eyes, rubbing them. Jessi saw this and sat on the bed again, facing me. "Aw, does it need a kiss?"

I smiled. "Yes please," I told her. She smiled back and took my wrists, kissing them tenderly.

"There, all better," she said happily, releasing my wrists. Surprisingly, right after that, it did feel better.

"Clothes are right here by the way," Taeyeon told us. I looked over to her; she was pointing to two chairs, on them, neatly folded clothes.

We got dressed and headed to the same room. It had completely transformed, though.

Instead of looking like the cheesy high school classroom it used to, it looked like your average bedroom. Right as you walked in, you saw a working desk, with a swiveling chair in front, equipped with three cabinets on the right and three small shelves above those cabinets, a PC to the left of those shelves. The shelves were filled with books, pencils, notebooks, any school supplies you would need.

On the right, instead of the blackboard behind the teacher's desk, there was a poster of a popular Korean band, Girls' Generation, posing with huge smiles in clothes from the Gee era.

To the left was a portable closet, partially covering up the view of the bed. Above the bed were three bedposts: two on the sides, and one on the middle: these bedposts decorated three shelves just above the bed. Two bedposts stood on the bottom corners of the bed, as well.

The bed itself was quite big; at least king size. The blankets were pure white, which was contradicting in my mind since white usually was associated with purity and innocence. Then, I once again realized what I was about to do: no, I still wasn't used to it. I mean, who would, if one day, your best friend drags you to someplace and tells you that you're going to be featured in the shooting of a porno?

Taeyeon walked towards the nightstand, holding two cabinets below, and indicated Jessi to do the same to the other nightstand identical to it. It was tan colored, drawers dyed brown, and obviously made of wood. "Ok Alex," Taeyeon said, turning around. "You're going to start outside, and after a while, I'm going in the closet," she motioned towards the portable closet. How did I know it was portable? Well, you couldn't just erect a room inside another one within three hours. "And outside in the hall, there's a little light. It'll flash 20 times, then five times, more quickly. When it starts to flash quickly, you want to get ready to come in; and remember, you're totally clueless."

I nodded as solemnly as I could. I displayed a pretty good poker face, but inside, I was feeling adrenaline being injected into my blood. I was getting nervous again, anxiety building up in my stomach. "And how many times you mess up may or may not dictate how many times I'll punish you for it," Taeyeon added, giving me a very suggestive wink.

I gulped. Ok, I have to get this right the first time, I told myself. If I don't, I'm screwed ... literally.

"Oh, and remember: be casual when you walk in. You don't know what's happening, so when you see Jessi, start panicking," Taeyeon told me. I nodded.

"Ok, you guys will start in about a minute. Alex, you should start heading outside the room," Tiffany's voice said over the intercom.

I nodded, as if she could see me, and walked out. I heard Jessi and Taeyeon just on the other side of the door. They didn't seem to be nervous at all. Like always. "Thirty seconds," Tiffany warned them. I pressed my ear against the door eagerly, curious if they were discussing anything. Because past the overall summary I was given at the lunch meeting, I didn't know much else. However, they didn't seem to be talking at all about the upcoming scene; they were just giving words of encouragement to each other. Which I found sorta strange, but that's just me.

"Ten seconds."

I leaned in more, only to hear the doorknob turn. Just as I realized what was happening, I felt the door slam against my head. "Let's not be too impatient, Alex," I heard Taeyeon say smugly, closing the door.

"Five seconds."

"Ow..." I held my stinging ear.

"Three...two...one...go."

I heard them walking away from the door. I immediately pressed other ear against the door, knowing that Taeyeon wouldn't risk messing the shot up just to hit me. "Aish, Lilly-ah, my situation with Jinnie isn't improving," I heard Jessi whine. Taeyeon's name was Lilly, and I was still Jinnie. Got it.

"Really, Rachel? And none of our previous plans worked?" Jessi's name was Rachel now, I told myself. I mustn't screw this up.

"No..." she continued. "He's always busy and every night, he comes in, plops down on the bed, and falls asleep right away. When I try to initiate it, he just apologizes for being so sleepy and promises he'll make it up the next morning, but you know how I am..."

Taeyeon/Lilly sighed. "Well, he's a busy guy. Can't help it." I heard them sit on the bed. Jessi sighed. "So are we up for this afternoon?"

"Yea--wait, actually..." Jessi said, trailing off as if she had a plan. She was a good actor; I swear, if she took the job of an actress, she would be pretty famous by now. "He's coming home soon. He said something about his boss being sick," she said, voice filled with excitement.

"Oh..." I heard Taeyeon say, voice equally excited. "So that means..."

"Yeah," Jessi answered. "We can finally act out our plan." I was pressing my ear more against the door now. Plan? What plan?

I recalled to our conversation. Something about sex toys?

My eyes widened. Oh god, Jessi-- "Uh!" I heard Jessi moan loudly.

I felt my pants tighten as my face started to burn. She was honestly-- "Ung!" she moaned again.

I stepped away from the door, and from the corner of my eye, I saw what Taeyeon was referring to: a little clear button-like thing. I walked over to it and tried to ignore all the sounds emitting from the room. It was hard, though, when Jessi's moans were almost so loud that they became screams. The pressure in my pants got so bad that I had to reach down and make sure it had enough room.

After a while, I finally noticed the button like thing begin to flash green. I paid close attention to it, determining that I would go to the door when it blinked seventeen times.

I began counting in my head, and on the seventeenth one, I walked to the door, eyes fixated on the button. If I mess, I reminded myself, Taeyeon would punish me. And I could have none of that.

After three more blinks, it began to blink faster, the light changing to red. On the fifth one, I walked in as casually as I could.

"Rachel?" I asked, trying to sound relieved as I walked in and looked to the left. When I did so, my eyes went wide. I wasn't acting, either: Jessi was stark naked, her mouth gagged with something that looked like panties, her hands handcuffed to the middle bedpost, her breasts covered with something blue, and some kind of blue pads to the immediate right and left of her stomach region, her legs also cuffed to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed, clearly showing her ... bottom area. Even though nothing was inside her, her legs glistened slightly.

"Oh god, Rachel?" I asked, running up to her. "Rachel, what happened?" I asked, looked at her with concern. She just looked at me with panicked eyes and motioned for me to take everything off. If I didn't know she was acting, I would've thought that she really was in danger.

First I undid the cuffs on her legs, then went up on her body. However, she stopped me by trapping me with her legs. I looked at her with a confused expression, so she just used her head to point to her lower region. When I kept my confused expression, she bucked her hips onto my leg; since I had pants on, I didn't feel anything, but I knew what she meant now.

She tilted her head back and moaned, and suddenly a rush of liquid stained the pants I was wearing. I started in surprise as my leg felt a sudden rush of warmth. My suspicions were right: there was something in ... there.

I reached down and hovered my hand over the source of the warmth, hesitant at first. When she made a noise of impatience, I quickly acquiesced and slid two fingers in.

She let out a throaty moan as my fingers went further into the slick, extremely wet entrance. I had admit, I was getting extremely turned on by this, but didn't show it. Eventually, I reached what I was supposed to get out: a small oval shaped object that was vibrating. As soon as I touched it though, it stopped.

Jessi was moaning like crazy, bucking into my fingers periodically. "Rachel, can you try to hold still for a moment? I can't get it out if you're forcing my fingers back in," I told her. She complied, stopping the thrusts. I curled my fingers around the object, causing her to moan loudly. I quickly shot out an arm to hold her in place, but it was unnecessary as she managed to contain herself.

It was a painfully slow process though. I would pull it a few centimeters, but my wet fingers, added with the object's smallness, made it hard to keep a good grip on it. So after pulling it a good centimeter or two, I would lose grip of it, forcing me to push my fingers a little further in, drawing a moan, and curling my fingers to grip the small oval again, drawing another moan, before being able to pull it out.

After a minute or so, I finally managed to pull it out. Right as I pulled out though, Jessi made an impatient sound and bucked down, but my fingers had already thrown away the sopping wet, pink oval. "What's wrong?" I asked her, looking back at her face. I noticed her eyes were tightly shut, her tongue slightly hanging out. I recognized this: she was close to release.

Reluctantly, I figured I shouldn't leave her hanging and plunged my fingers in again. She let out another loud moan as I began to pump at a fast pace. "HMG!" she let out a muffled scream as a rush of warm liquid coated my hands. I took off my shirt and wiped the liquid away with it before throwing that to the side.

I reached up and took the gag out, figuring it was a good idea. Frankly, I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier. Right as I did so, she moved her jaw around, probably a bit sore from having it forced open.

I went onto the blue thing coating her bra. I looked at it for a second before deducing that it wasn't harmful; however, Jessi stopped me. "The blue thing can only be removed with contact from saliva," she panted, back arched. "If you want to release my handcuffs, you'll have to put your knees on the pad," she explained. I moved to do so, but her panicked expression told me otherwise. "Andifyoudothebluethingwillactivate," she rapidly fired her words at me.

"..Oh, sorry," I apologized with a small smile. I moved to lick it off, but then I realized what I was doing. No, I have to stay in character, I reminded myself and began to lick the blue covering.

Apparently it was pretty thin as right as I did so, Jessi began to arch her back a little. When I licked her nipple, she jerked upwards. I moved my hand to remove the thin covering while moving to the other breast, wanting to waste as little time as possible.

However, the flim-like substance resisted at the point it was connected to the nipple. I had to stop licking and concentrate on pulling it off, eliciting a loud moan from Jessi, before it popped off. The same thing happened with the other one.

"There. Now place your knees on the pads and pull the handcuffs apart," she instructed me. I did so, almost straddling her with my knees and reaching over and prying the handcuffs apart.

Right as I did so, I breathed a sigh of relief, which was extremely short lived, as she flipped us around, locking my hands into the handcuffs. "Hey--" she cut me off when she attacked my lips.

She pressed her body against my bare chest, deepening the kiss by forcing her tongue into my mouth. I made a sound of protest, but she ignored it. I couldn't help but stare at her close eyelids, eyebrows just beginning to shine with perspiration.

Meanwhile, she reached down and pulled my pants down in one swift motion, using her knees and her legs to pull it the rest of the way. Once they were completely off, she kicked them off the bed, using her legs to wrap my legs in her's. She moaned in my mouth before starting to hump me.

"Mph!" I made another sound of protest as I squirmed. She broke away for air, which prompted me to catch my breath. I began to say something, but she gave me no such chance as she attacked my lips again, this time using her hands to hold my head in place. Soon after, I felt my member become stiff.

I felt her grin. I immediately widened my legs, trying to overpower her, but for some reason, I couldn't move them. Or rather, when I did, my ankles met cold metal. Then, I remembered the leg cuffs. How...? Taeyeon...?

I wasn't left much more room to ponder as Jessi broke away from me again. Eyes shining with excitement, she got up on her knees and hovered over my erect shaft. She grabbed it, eliciting a moan from me, and pushed it straight up before sitting on it.

I groaned as I felt my member wrapped around a wall of slick muscle. "Unng," Jessi moaned, bouncing on it. The sensation of her walls moving against mine caused me to lay my head back, completely overwhelming me.

She continued to moan as she repeated a process: slide up my member, followed by a quick motion downwards. "Hng ... -Rachel..." I moaned, straining against my cuffs. Right after I said that, she lowered herself, arms at my sides, breasts dangling right in front of my eyes. "Nng..." I moaned as she rode my cock at a quicker pace.

"Y-You ... have deprived me ... of sex ... for w-way too long..." she panted. "I--HNG!" she screamed as I lowered my head, taking a breast into my mouth. I began to suck at the skin, running my tongue over her nipple. "Oh my god that's good..." she moaned, eyelids fluttering shut. "Ye-es..."

She was pounding into me at this point. Her pussy walls were tightly wrapped around my member, but it didn't even matter as she was using so much force that it slid easily inside of her.

It wasn't before long when I felt her clench. She was close.

She increased the pace even more, if possible. "Oh god ... I-I'm c-close..." she panted in between ragged breaths.

I felt pressure start to build up in my shaft. "R-Rachel, I-!" I was cut off as she screamed, shuddering as she released her load onto my shaft. The warm liquid quickly enveloped it, causing me to release as well. I followed suit, groaning one final time before releasing my own load into her. After she stopped thrusting, she landed on me.

Soon after, I felt a weight on the bed, which quickly disappeared, but was replaced by an added weight on Jessi. Taeyeon.

Jessi started to moan; I didn't realize what was happening until I felt three fingers rub my balls, and one finger joining my member, which was already inside Jessi. "So Rachel here has been telling me that you have been depriving her of sex recently," she said as she took the three fingers and inserted them inside Jessi, causing her to jolt. She then started to wrap them around my member, causing Jessi to moan incessantly as she began to pump my shaft that was already inside her.

"Ang! ..Ang!" Jessi half moaned half screamed with every thrust.

"See...how...tight...she has...gotten?" Taeyeon said in a scolding, but strained voice. Jessi's lips found mine again, attacking my mouth vigorously. I felt my exhaustion fade as I began to pump inside Jessi to match Taeyeon's fingers.

Jessi's loud moans continued as both Taeyeon and I increased our pace. "I-I'm...sorry..." I told her as I struggled to overcome how tight Jessi's was.

Her breasts were smooched up against my chest as she began to shake with the force I was putting inside her. Her muffled moans were still loud enough to fill the room, turning me on even more, giving me more power to put behind each thrust. And in return, each thrust caused her to moan with more need and more lust than the previous.

My mouth began to hurt at how vigorously she was attacking them, but I ignored it as best as I could and focused on thrusting inside Jessi, being stimulated by both Taeyeon's hand and by Jessi's moans.

It wasn't long before Jessi let out a deafening scream, shuddering violently as she released her cum onto Taeyeon's hand and my member. After about a minute or so, she finally stopped, but we hadn't yet.

I was still thrusting inside her as Taeyeon pumped my shaft. "G-Guys stop stop oh my god stop pull out oh god pull out PULL OUT!" she screamed as she shuddered violently again, releasing another wave of cum. Extremely turned on by her submissive screams, I felt the pressure in my member clench before being released, once again, inside Jessi.

I laid my head back on the pillow, Jessi laying her head on my chest, as Taeyeon pulled her hand out of Jessi.

However, we didn't get much of a break as Taeyeon pulled Jessi off me, replacing Jessi's body with her own. "Now, you," she said, looking at me, "need to return the favor and you," she said, looking back at Jessi, who was catching her breath on the side of the bed, "also need to return the favor." Jessi nodded, sitting up. Taeyeon flipped herself over so that she was facing the ceiling before positioning herself over my still erect member and plunged downwards.

She moaned as she began to thrust onto me. "W-Wait..." I said, trying to hold back a moan. "R-Rachel..." I tried to look for her, but just then, I felt an added weight on me once again.

"It's ok Jinnie," I heard Jessi say.

"But--" before I could continue, I felt Taeyeon arch her back as she moaned. Taking that as the cue to start, I began to thrust into Taeyeon.

"Unng..." she moaned, butt rubbing against my skin, this with the thought of Jessi licking Taeyeon off turning me on even more.

Her slick muscle walls rubbed against mine, pulsating as if it were calling me to go deeper. So I did. I thrusted into her as far as I could go, with so much force that the bed shook a little. "HNG!" she screamed. I pulled out and repeated the action, drawing out another moan, shaking the bed once again. I continued doing this, gradually increasing my pace, the bed shaking with a little more intensity each time.

"Fuck Jinnie you're so good oh god yes fuck," she swore violently as I felt her shake even more, her butt rubbing more against my skin, turning me on even more. I felt her walls begin to tighten, signifying that she was close. She began to match my thrusts with her own, confirming the fact.

I began to feel pressure build up in my member again, but before it built up much, Taeyeon screamed, shaking as she released her cum before calming down. Even though I wasn't satisfied, I pulled out.

They both rolled off me, Taeyeon uncuffing my legs while Jessi straddled me and unlocked the handcuffs. Right as this happened, I sprung up, missing Taeyeon, and turned us around, looking at Jessi hungrily.

Her eyes shone with excitement and anxiety, along with a little bit of fear. "So I have been depriving you of sex, huh?" I growled at her, lowering myself onto her. She whimpered in submission, turning me on further. "Well, I'm about to fill you up right now," I said right before thrusting into her, pounding her with full force.

She shut her eyes and screamed, laying her head on the pillow while gripping the bedsheets with both hands. I grinned as I observed the view below me: Jessi, completely naked, shaking with every one of my thrusts, breasts shaking invitingly. Eagerly taking the invitation, I dove down and captured her nipple with my mouth.

She arched her back, trying to get as much surface area from my mouth as I ran it all across her breast, focusing on her nipple.

I felt pressure begin to build up in my member again. Even though Jessi was tight, I could tell she wasn't close yet, so I decided to let her 'catch up': I moved my finger down and found her clit, pressing that roughly.

"AHH!" she screamed, bucking violently as the bed audibly shook, our combined force too much for the bed to handle. I fingered the nub aggressively, sucking on her nipple with my mouth. Her excessive, ear-piercing screams echoed across the room, her body spasming, as the pressure inside me built up, desperate for release. I held it in, unwilling it give in before Jessi.

"JINNIE I'M GOING TO--AHHH!" she exploded, shaking dangerously as she released a torrent of cum onto my member, so much that most escaped onto our legs and the bed. Finally satisfied, I gave her a grunt in warning before releasing my own load, also shaking with each rope of liquid that came out and into her.

"There, satisfied?" I asked, panting hard as I pulled out of her, getting on my knees and hovering over her.

"Mmm," she hummed happily. I leaned to the side, or at least tried to as I felt a firm pair of hands wrap around my stomach, pulling me backwards.

"Too bad you turned me on again," I heard Taeyeon whisper huskily into my ear. She motioned Jessi to come forward, which Jessi followed obediently. She turned me around and brought herself up to wrap her legs around my waist. "Jessi, stand behind him and give him a handjob," Taeyeon instructed. "And you, you finger me," she said, looking directly at me before leaning in, pressing her body against mine before kissing me.

I felt Jessi press her breasts into my back, the feeling of soft skin being pressed both in front and behind me causing my member to become stiff. She brought her arms around and wrapped her hands around my shaft. I felt her rub it, eliciting a moan from me as I brought my hands up and used one hand to grab Taeyeon's butt, using the other to stick three fingers inside her slit. She moaned hungrily too, along with an equally lust-filled moan from Jessi. I quickly deduced that Taeyeon was fingering Jessi.

I heard Jessi's breath hitch as she leaned down to suck on my neck, quickening her pace. Being more stimulated, I in turn quickened my pace, which caused Taeyeon to move at an equally urgent pace.

The room quickly filled with moans yet again as the cycle repeated itself. The mere idea of our threesome was helping in once again building up pressure inside me. After a minute or so of lustful moans and red marks on necks, we all laid down on the bed. "Regret skipping all our sex sessions now?" Jessi asked, tired.

"Mmm," I hummed, snuggling up closer to Jessi. I put my head into her neck and breathed air onto her ear, which caused her to giggle. Which, by the way, was the most amazing thing ever; it had this sort of bubbly affect to it, the kind that was truly contagious. Once someone hears it, a smile is bound to appear on his/her face.

"St-Stop, that t-tickles," she said, giggling. I smiled and nudged her ear with my nose affectionately. She giggled again.

I felt Taeyeon snuggle up to me. "Call me next time you lovebirds decide to go at it again, alright?"

Jessi laughed, for some reason, in response. "Yeah, sure thing Lily," she said. Taeyeon got off me and shuffled around the room before leaving the room.

I pulled the blanket out from under us and tucked us in before cuddling with her again before closing my eyes, figuring this was a good way to end. However, Jessi had different plans. She stuck out her butt into me, and quickly slid down, engulfing my member inside her again. "Unf," I groaned, closing my eyes and bending my head sideways and kissed her neck. "Rachel, I'm exhausted," I whined. "I can't..."

"It's ok," she whispered. "Me too. We can just sleep like this," she told me, pushing my member deeper into her before shifting a bit to get comfortable before relaxing her body. I followed suit.

"Cut!" I heard Tiffany's voice say. She stayed for that whole thing this time?

I pulled out of her, drawing an almost inaudible whine. "Did you just whine?" I teased her, grinning smugly.

I saw the tips of her ears turn a bit red. "Well, it feels warm and good and stuff, so yeah," she said defensively. I laughed in response. "Yah, what's so funny?" she pouted, bringing her arm around to smack me.

"Ow! Ok ok I'm sorry for laughing," I responded, still shaking a little from laughter. She noticed this, however, and turned around, but was interrupted when Taeyeon and Tiffany walked through the door.

When I saw them, especially when Tiffany turned bright red when she noticed that I saw her, I started. I just...with Jessi...and...camera... my thoughts ran rampant through my mind. Did I just honestly--since when did I lose myself? I remember everything clearly, but ...

"So Alex," Taeyeon said, standing next to the bed. Her hands were on her hips, and she was grinning ... mischievously? I immediately thought back to Taeyeon's threat. Oh god, did I miss up somewhere? "Good job on the shooting. You didn't make any obvious mistakes," she commented. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then caught on to the full sentence. I began to panic: what had I done wrong? I didn't mess up anywhere, did I? Did I make some-- "But, you did make a mistake."

My heart sank. But not because of the consequence, but because I hated letting people down. And I had just let one of Jessi's best friends down. "O-Oh. Sorry," I said, bowing my head and lifting it back up.

Taeyeon, however, grinned. "There's nothing to be sorry about. It just gives us more of an excuse to have sex with you."

There's nothing to be sorry about? Doesn't that mean they have to re-film, or do editing or something? I sat there, trying to figure her words out when I realized, yet again, what she had fully said. My face paled as Taeyeon began taking off her shirt, pulling me out of bed.

Surprised, I almost stumbled out of bed, just realizing that I was still naked. I tried to get back under the covers, except Jessi blocked me. "You made a promise, might as well keep it," she said, voice with a hint of vengeance.

Tiffany distracted me though. Her eyes were wide with shock as she examined my body over and over, mouth semi open, cheeks deep, deep red. "Come on Tiffany, don't you want him?" I heard Taeyeon ask.

Her blush deepened, if possible. "U-Um...I-I...I..." she stammered, eyes deciding to fixate on my lower region. Uncomfortable, I sat down on the bed, fighting the push Jessi was giving me to get off the bed.

Taeyeon sighed. "I guess I have to start," she started walking towards me. I instinctively flinched, trying to push myself further back onto the bed, but Jessi blocked me. However, she stopped at Tiffany, pausing for a while before swiftly using one hand to lift her shirt, the other lowering her pants just far down enough so her legs could push Tiffany's pants the rest of the way down, followed by completely taking off her shirt and expertly undoing her bra, letting all the clothes fall basically simultaneously.

I couldn't help but check her out. Her skin was just as silky-white as Taeyeon's and Jessi's, her breasts more developed than Taeyeon's, but less than Jessi's. Her legs, though: those were to die for. They just ... seemed to be in the perfect shape. Words couldn't describe this.

I caught myself thinking these thoughts. I immediately averted my eyes, unwilling to let the liquid cloud my judgment. "Y-Yah! T-Taeyeon!" I heard Tiffany yell. I felt a wet piece of cloth hit my face. It smelled good ... and was slightly sticky.

Immediately realizing what it was, I picked it up and threw it to the side. "Let's not force Tiffany to do anything," I said worriedly, trying to scoot further back into the bed while staring at the space above the Girls' Generation poster. When I had originally averted my eyes, I had initially caught that: but considering my situation, and the stupid liquid I was forced to take, I immediately imagined stripping them, so I averted my eyes as quickly as possible to the wall above it.

After a while, I noticed there was a brief moment of silence. Before I could think much of it, Taeyeon broke the silence. "Don't worry, Tiffany wants this."

And with that, I felt Jessi pull me back as Tiffany yelped in surprise. I felt her land on me, her body pressing into mine. We both groaned at the contact.

"There. Now you two puppies have fun," Taeyeon said, walking away.

Tiffany shyly looked at me, face still beet red. I gave her a small grin, which made her face even redder. Her legs were just as I imagined: soft, smooth, and perfect.

I flipped us around and brought her legs onto the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise as she let out a small gasp. I made a shushing motion and lowered myself down, kissing her. I kept my eyes open to observe her reaction: her eyes were round, obviously reflecting shock. As I began to move my lips against her's, she gradually accepted it and let her eyelids flutter shut, responding to my kiss. I lowered the rest of my body onto her, earning a small moan from her.

I wrapped my legs around her's and started to grind her, finding that Taeyeon took the liberty of taking off her panties as well. I grinned and broke our kiss, sending light pecks down to her jaw, her neck, and collarbone, and finally, her breasts. Her breathing quickened when as I kissed the peak of her breast.

I engulfed a section of her breast with my mouth and started to lick it, nipping and flicking her nipple with my tongue periodically. She arched her back into my mouth, giving a throaty moan.

I slid my hands down her perfectly smooth skin and stopped at her legs. I used them to separate her legs slightly, then began rubbing her upper thigh. Her breathing hitched yet again.

I replaced one of my hands with my knee as I brought the free hand up to knead her breast, palming the areola, flicking, pinching, and squeezing the nipple, earning several lustful moans.

I traveled my hand upwards and stopped at right before my hand cupped her sex, feeling lots of heat radiating off of it. Curious, I used two fingers and experimentally slid them up her slid, causing her to yelp in surprise, bucking her hips down to meet my fingers. I had already pulled away, though. "You're so wet," I told her.

Her only response was a whimper. Her submissiveness was really turning me on. "Do you want me?" I looked up at her.

She nodded shyly, face extremely red. "Really? How badly?" I asked, humping her. She whimpered and gave a throaty moan. "Hm? I didn't hear anything," I prompted, pinching her nipple. She moaned more loudly this time, whimpering a bit more loudly. "I want you to beg."

"Pl-Please..."

I really wanted a louder volume. In fact, I almost told her to say it louder if her husky voice hadn't turned me on so much. "As you wish," I said, capturing her lips to muffle potential screams as I plunged my member into her.

"Ung!" she yelled. I felt a barriar of sorts break as I entered, which caused me to stop immediately.

"You're a virgin?"

"Please don't stop..."

I obeyed her wish and started to thrust inside of her; however, her pussy walls were extremely tight, and didn't allow for much movement. "You'd think that someone as sexy as you would have already had a nice boyfriend to have sex with..." I thought out loud, causing her to blush furiously. However, her eyes were still blurry with tears.

My heart strained at such a sight; even though I was already pulled out of the mysterious liquid's effects, I continued thrusting, knowing that the only way to overcome the pain was pleasure. However, this was not an easy task to accomplish: the walls pulsating around my shaft didn't even allow the whole of my member to enter her. I bent down to capture her lips, bringing one of my hands down to rub her breasts in an attempt to help relieve the pain. I determinedly pushed ahead, bringing it out a little, and thrusting back inside. She groaned into my mouth in pain.

However, with each thrust, her groans of pain were replaced with moans of pleasure, until eventually, when my whole member finally entered her completely, she was moaning purely from pleasure. I moved down to capture her breast in my mouth and began to lick the skin again, eliciting more moans from her.

"Unng, faster..." she breathed, matching my rhythm by thrusting downwards at the same time I thrusted into her. I tried to obey her command, but she was so tight that I found myself not able to go much faster. "Pl-Please..." she begged, using her husky voice once again.

Hearing her voice like that again prompted me to follow her command. I placed my knees on the side of her hips and used my free hand to grab onto her butt, which I found was just as smooth as her legs, but irresistibly more soft and squishy. I used this as leverage to pound into her harder, drawing out more ragged moans.

The feeling of her tight pussy walls against my member was amazing; it was different than Jessi and Taeyeon somehow. Either way, the sensation quickly built up the pressure in my groin.

At that time, just as I got enough momentum to keep a steady, but fast rhythm, I felt the slick walls begin to tighten. "Ung...Al-Alex, I'm cl-close..." she warned me, but I had already summoned more strength to finish us both off.

"Tiff-Tiffany, I'm going to c-cum," I warned her, giving her one final thrust before releasing ropes of hot semen into her. At that exact same moment, Tiffany arched her back and screamed as I gave the last powerful thrust, releasing her own cum onto my member.

I rode her out, making sure she stopped shaking before I pulled out.

After cleaning up, we put on our clothes and got out of the room. However, right as I got out, both Jessi and Taeyeon bombarded me, teasing me that Tiffany, the virgin outlasted me.

Tiffany didn't speak a word, standing in place and blushing furiously while I stammered and tried to explain why/make an excuse. But, as usual, I couldn't find one, so I just left it alone.

I changed back into the clothes I got here in and headed out.

"Bye Tiff!" Jessi called, waving back. "Bye Taengoo!"

While waiting for the elevator, Jessi spoke up. "That video isn't going to be released, by the way. I helped Tiffany pay for the equipment, but none of it will go public" she told me.

"What? Really?" I asked. On one hand, I was surprised; this was, as far as I could recall, the first time Jessi had lied to me. On the other hand, I was relieved. After thinking about it for a bit, I realized that it didn't make sense to have people who didn't have sex before to star in a pornographic video. "What about the staff and Taeyeon?"

"Oh, there were only 2 other people that were helping Tiffany out. Tiffany really is a director, but not usually for pornos. Taeyeon, on the other hand, is a porn star who agreed to do this after seeing a picture of you," Jessi explained.

I nodded, sighing a breath of relief. It would have been pretty disasterous for me if someone from my workplace had discovered that video.

"Bye!" they both called out to us as we departed. It was about 4:30 by the time we left.

As we were walking down the stairs, I felt the phone in my right pocket buzz. I pulled it out, seeing that I had a text.

I unlocked my phone and smiled: it was Tiffany, saying "I'm available at around 7:00 tomorrow. How's then? ;)"

"Who is that?" Jessi questioned, trying to look over my shoulder as she grasped my hand, walking back to our apartment.

I tried to pull my phone away, but she managed to grab it. "Oooh, so you made plans with Tiffany, huh?" she asked, giving me a huge, radiant smile.

I rubbed my neck. "Yeah," I responded sheepishly. I was supposed to keep it a secret for a while, but I guess that plan went out the window.

"See, I told you she'd be perfect for you," she said smugly, giving me my phone back.

"Yeah, I guess..." then, I realized what I said, but it was already too late. "I mean--!"

She laughed in response. "I had sex with you, why didn't I become your girlfriend?"

I ignored her and all her witty comments all the way back home.

#jessica jung #snsd #kpop #soshi #kpop smut #snsd smut #smut #taeyeon #kim taeyeon #tiffany #tiffany young #jeti

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domnamewoman · 1 year ago

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I was wondering if I could request an angst we’re all of the MK 2023 characters S/O get turned injured severely by Titian Shang Tsung (could have a happy end, could not…up too you!)

Characters: Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Kitana, Mileena, Tanya, Sub-Zero, Scorpion, Smoke, Reptile, Baraka, Shang Tsung, Rain

Warnings: Angst 😭, Canon-Typical Violence

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Liu Kang’s heart stopped as he saw your body lying there, lifeless on the ground. He bent down to cradle you in his arms as tears fell from his eyes. He couldn’t believe it, the love of his life was now gone. He blamed himself for not getting there in time. Why was fate always so cruel, was he really destined to be alone? No, no he wouldn’t accept it. He was the Keeper of Time. He would reverse time and make sure that he is here to prevent such a horrid outcome. He would end Titan Shang Tsung once and for all.

Raiden felt as though he could throw up as he looked at your unconscious body lying in the bed. Titan Shang Tsung had blasted you off a cliff and you hit your head on a rock when you landed. The physician told Raiden that you were in a coma from the head injury. There was no telling when you would wake up or if you ever would. Raiden held your hand and rested his forehead on it as he let his tears fall. All he could do was stay by your side and wait. And he would, even if it was forever.

Kung Lao was angry. At himself for not being there, at the physicians for not being able to save you, but mostly at Titan Shang Tsung. He was the cause of all of this. Kung Lao placed one last kiss on your lips as he promised you to get revenge. He would stop at nothing to see Titan Shang Tsung taken down. He pushed his grief to the side and focused on making a plan to get to Titan Shang Tsung. He would grieve once his promise to you was fulfilled.

Johnny Cage struggled to find meaning in anything anymore. Without you, there just wasn’t any point to life for Johnny. Who cared about the movies, or the awards, or even saving Earthrealm from destruction? He couldn’t bring you back by doing any of it so he deemed it all useless. Johnny stopped trying, losing his arrogance and bravado. How great is “Johnny Cage” if he can’t even save his love? He was nothing but a failure in his eyes now and that’s how he would live.

Kenshi Takahashi felt all the joy in his life slipping away as he felt your blood slip through his fingers where he was applying pressure to your wound. He tried to smile and reassure you that the physician was on their way and you would make it out alive but he knew it was too late. He knelt there, helpless as you exhaled your final breath, going completely limp. Kenshi sat there with you in his arms for hours, pushing away Johnny and Kung Lao as they tried to get him to let you go. He couldn’t, not ever.

Kitana released a scream as she heard your neck snap at the hands of Titan Shang Tsung. Why? Why did it have to be you to charge at him? Why didn’t you listen to her when she told you to wait? Why couldn’t she move fast enough to prevent this from happening? Kitana gripped your shirt and cried into your chest as the fight continued around her. How was she supposed to go on? But she had to, for you. It’s what you would have wanted her to do. She vows to you as she grabs her bladed fans that she will avenge your death.

Mileena spent all of her time trying to find someone to help you. She was the Empress and she would spare no cost of getting the best physicians, the best medicine, whatever was needed to accelerate your healing process. The court could be mad all they wanted, but she didn’t care about her duties. Her only priority right now was seeing you healthy and back on your feet again. The only thing that could distract her from this is any updates on Titan Shang Tsung’s whereabouts. She would make sure that he died by her hands for harming her love.

Tanya watched in unbelief as Titan Shang Tsung stuck his claws deep into your abdomen. You crumpled to the ground, coughing up blood. Tanya rushed over and held you in her arms. She didn’t know how could she let this happen. She was Umgadi for goodness sake. And yet, she could protect her love from danger. She pulled you out of the path of battle, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be as she applied pressure to your wounds. She would make sure that you survived no matter what.

Bi-Han was filled with rage. Titan Shang Tsung dared to take his love away from him. How could Bi-Han call himself Earthrealm’s protector when he couldn’t even protect you? No, he would make Titan Shang Tsung pay for what he did. Bi-Han would gather all of the Lin Kuei and hunt him down. No longer was their purpose protecting Earthrealm. Their only mission was to kill Titan Shang Tsung to avenge the death of his lover. Nothing else mattered or was more important to him.

Kuai Liang couldn’t control the fire rolling off of his body as he saw you there unmoving, at Titan Shang Tsung’s feet. He rushed toward him, swinging out his chained knives aiming for his head. Kuai Liang fought with everything in him, letting his anger fuel his fire. He didn’t worry about his own well-being, what was the point now that you were gone? He ignored all the pain from his injuries and pressed on. He would put an end to Titan Shang Tsung, or he would die trying.

Tomas ran with all his might holding on to your limp body. He had to get you to a physician and quick. He couldn’t, no, he wouldn’t lose another family member. After his family was killed and he joined the Lin Kuei, he thought he would never have to go through heartache like that again. He couldn’t imagine a world without you. He pleaded with you to stay with him as he looked down at you taking shallow breaths. He ignored the burning in his legs and he pushed himself to run faster. He won’t lose you too.

Syzoth didn’t believe what they told him when he arrived at the palace. How could you be dead? It wasn’t possible. While he was out on a mission Titan Shang Tsung attacked? No, no that couldn’t be. He continued to deny it until they brought him to see your body. This couldn’t be happening to him again. Why could he never protect his loved ones? Why did he always have to be left completely alone? He will get his revenge. He will take away everything that Titan Shang Tsung has ever held dear.

Baraka knew that fate could be cruel when he got infected with Tarkat. But he thought he would be allowed some form of happiness in his life. That proved to be wrong when you were killed, leaving him all alone. Baraka could feel his sanity slipping. He was left with nothing yet again. The only one he loved was taken from him. All he could think about was shredding Titan Shang Tsung into pieces. He would turn into the savage beast everyone thought he was. He had nothing more to lose.

Shang Tsung couldn’t believe you were killed. To make matters worse, it was at the hands of his doppelganger. Shang Tsung would question what type of person he was for there to be a version of himself out there that would commit such a heinous act. Shang Tsung would practice all the sorcery in the world to find a way to bring you back. He didn’t care how many souls he had to steal. Starting with the soul of Titan Shang Tsung. He would prove that he was the best version in all timelines.

Zeffeero dropped to his knees in front of your lifeless body. What was it all for? He spent all his time trying to get power and status and for what? Just for the beloved to no longer be a part of his life? Zeffeero looked up, no one seemed to notice you, the most important person to him, lying on the cold ground. No, they didn’t get to go on with their lives like nothing happened. He would ruin their lives just like his now was. He would rain down an endless flood and drown them all.

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yogurtkags · 5 months ago

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❝ LUCKY CHARM ❞ — oikawa tooru

cw. gn!reader, friends with implied feelings, timeskip!tooru, tooru’s family owns a white cat called milky (wow i wonder who named her) word count. 628 synopsis. tooru's packing for his move to argentina and he finds something that reminds you of fond memories

“are you sure you have everything packed?” you ask unconvinced, laying on your back on the bed with your eyes closed and head hanging off the foot of the bed. milky climbs onto your tummy, nuzzling into your palm as you give her chin rubs and scritches behind her ears. she took a liking to you since the day you met her. you welcome the weight with open arms, further sinking into the plush mattress.

tooru invited you to his home in the name of helping him pack, but you’ve basically just been making sure he stops to take water and snack breaks once in a while. he’s been at it since morning and seems just about done, minus contemplating items of sentimental value. you wonder if he’s overthinking it as much as you are, the idea of being so far away after being basically joined at the hip for the last couple of years. he’s fiddling with his fingers again, a telltale sign that he’s restless. he plays it off, but you know him too well.

pacing back and forth between his large suitcase and the door, he waves you off, “yeah pretty much, I’m just looking to see if there’s any last minute things that I might want to add. got my alien socks— hey look at this, remember when this photo was taken?”

eyes fluttering open with a few pokes to your cheek, the photo in question greets you. a small polaroid picture that hajime took — the back view of the two of you, hands clasped together and looking off the shore. you remember the day this was taken, a precious memory you hold close to your heart.

the two of you were walking along the pier, ice cream in hand. you were ahead of the others, them trailing behind and getting caught up with something strange mattsun saw online. hearing a collective “ehhh?” coming from the bunch, you and tooru look at each other before shrugging and lightly chuckling.

there’s never a dull moment with the bunch, you met the four of them back in freshman hear at seijoh and never looked back. you shared the most classes with tooru so naturally you got closer and started spending lunchtime together whenever he wasn't at the gym or with hajime. more often than not, you went up to the roof to escape from all the noise and his fangirls, talking about everything and nothing at all. you saw a side to him that not many others did.

“oh shit—” you blurt out as you trip over a slightly raised plank, tooru immediately grabbing onto your hand to prevent you from falling.

he dramatically exclaimed, “be careful, y/n-chan! can’t have you face planting and hurting your pretty face now.” causing you to retort in embarrassment, "shut up!"

after stabilising yourself, you noticed that the tight grip of his hand over yours never left. you welcomed the feeling with warmed cheeks and a bashful smile, giving his palm a squeeze in thanks. the way his hand enveloped yours felt natural, right. and you held onto the feeling for as long as you could, neither of you making a move to pull apart.

you don’t talk about that incident happening anymore and bury it in the back of your mind, but the recollection still brings a soft smile to your lips and a flush to your cheeks. you’re touched that he’d even think to bring the photo along, even more so when you watch him smoothly slide it into his wallet.

your face burns, suddenly shy as he leans down to peck your forehead with a gentleness that he only seems to display with you, and mumbles, “who else is going to be my lucky charm, hmm?”

notes. soft tooru hours ♡ fun fact: this was actually an idea i had noted down more than a year ago but just never wrote for some reason. (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

#ᯓ★ : written in the stars !#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

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save-the-villainous-cat · 5 months ago

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request idea: a stubborn and naive hero desperately wants to redeem the villain but the villain refuses because of their selfish nature, they only care about the hero but can't see themselves doing a heroic act for anyone else have a wonderful day!!

Once the hero opened their eyes, they truly felt the pain. Their muscles were sore and they could barely move. All they could remember was the brutal fight and horrible humiliation. A battle so bloody, they had expected to die there in that warehouse. Surrounded by their friends.

They had tried to help the other heroes but in reality, everyone had been on their own. The hero remembered being shot in the leg. Remembered seeing teammates die.

For a second, they had hoped it was a nightmare but it had been quite uncomfortably real. They took in a painful breath.

They were so full of despair, it was basically gnawing on them. Guilt overwhelmed them and they felt like throwing up.

They turned around in the villain's bed and saw their nemesis on the other side of it, reading a book. It wasn't surprising to the hero, after all they had played this game a thousand times already.

"My friends," the hero said. Their voice was hoarse. They could barely swallow. As if their throat had turned into a hot metal tube.

The villain looked down at them.

"I'll be honest, it wasn't pretty," the villain said. They put the book aside. "From what I saw, only a few managed to escape."

The hero nodded but they felt empty. Their exhaustion had taken most of their strength and the villain's bed was a little too comfortable. Unsurprisingly, the hero felt bandages all around their body but it didn't really change anything - their thigh seemed to be on fire and they had to concentrate really hard to prevent themselves from crying.

Pain had become familiar but that didn't mean the hero could ever get used to it. Usually, the villain didn't drug them without their consent (except for that one time when the villain had dug a bullet out of the hero's shoulder.) But most of the time, the hero wished they did it anyway.

"Did you help them?" the hero asked. A redundant question. They tried to sit up but the upcoming headache was so harsh, they had to sink back into the mattress. The villain moved the hero's pillow to make it more comfortable for them.

Survivor guilt was cruel. The hero had been forced to participate in endless seminars to discuss it but it had never truly helped them. From mission to mission, they just felt more miserable and having someone rescue them every time made it even worse. It was cursed.

"I am sorry," the villain whispered. The villain tested the hero's temperature with the back of their hand on the hero's forehead. "But I am not like you."

"You could be."

"I can't be," the villain said. "You know I can't. How are you feeling? Do you need some water?"

"If you had time to save me, you must have had enough time to save other people as well," the hero said.

"Love, you know me," the villain said. They moved to lie down next to the hero. They stared at each other, the hero with all their frustrating pain and the villain with all their logical indifference. "I refuse to risk even a second when it comes to you. Do you want anything to drink?"

"I don't understand. You could be such a good person. You could save people on a daily basis but you simply refuse? You can be kind and you can be good but you- I don't understand."

"I know this upsets you," the villain said. Carefully, they searched with their fingertips for the hero's hand but when they touched, the hero pulled away. "But you have always been my priority."

"We are not together anymore," the hero said. "You know that, right?"

"...I know."

"You are not supposed to love me anymore," the hero said. "You are not supposed to save me or bandage me or pity me."

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," the villain said. They didn't meet the hero's eyes this time. But the hero was too exhausted for fighting, they were too exhausted for another disagreement.

It had been an awful break-up. An ugly type of heartbreak that had reduced the hero to a sobbing mess. They would break down randomly, right in the middle of the day. It would leave them scarred and unable to get out of bed for days.

And all of that because they had chosen to break up with the villain.

"Loving you is easy," the villain said. "I will always care about you. I can't just...turn it off."

"You need to stop," the hero whispered. Their voice was shaking. Tears were falling. They could feel their wound pulse. "You need to stop with the love letters and the flowers and the saving. You need to stop with all of this. It's not good for either of us."

"I am already keeping my distance," the villain said. "We see each other maybe once a month."

"And that's already too much." Again, the villain stretched out their hand and this time, the hero let them take theirs. Their heart couldn't take it anymore. For weeks, they had been losing people they cared about left and right. Whenever a situation seemed hopeless, the villain showed up to save them.

And the hero couldn't tell if they preferred dying over it. Sometimes, that seemed like a more merciful circumstance but they couldn't tell.

"Do you hate me?" the villain asked softly. They looked as miserable as the hero felt.

The hero didn't answer. Of course they were angry, of course they were hateful but it was directed at someone else.

"Again, I am sorry. But saving someone else and risking your life - it doesn't work like that. I can't do it, I just cannot. I don't want you to hate me for it."

"I don't hate you," the hero said. "I despise myself for being too weak. I despise myself for being responsible for our break-up. I am bad at being a hero. I can't even save myself. I can't save my friends, I cannot save my relationship - I despise myself for being so impotent. I hate it. I hate it."

"You are frustrated, I get that. But blaming yourself and hating yourself for all of the things that are happening around you isn't helping you. All of your friends know the risks of doing this. They know what they are getting themselves into. They are responsible adults who are willing to save others - they are willing to risk their own life for other people. You cannot blame yourself for their actions."

"It's not fair, though."

"No, it isn't. It is not fair. But you are not responsible, no matter how you toss and turn this situation. You did your best. You got shot. You broke your ribs. You passed out. What else was there to do for you?"

The hero didn't answer. They didn't like conversations like these. It didn't make them feel better.

"I just sometimes wish you were good. Not even for the sake of being good but for my sake. So, I can be proud of you."

The villain looked quite pale. Eyes wide, they stared at the hero.

And the hero knew it hurt to hear something like that. Hell, it hurt to say it.

"Did you leave me because I wasn't more like you?" the villain asked carefully. Now, their voice was trembling and the hero couldn't help but feel horribly guilty again.

Everything they touched turned into ashes and expressing their feelings seemed only to hurt other people. They had asked themselves often if simply not talking would solve all matters.

"I left because it was wrong to stay with someone who was against everything I stand for."

"I'm not - no, I adore what you do, I just can't - seriously, I am not against-"

"It's about what other people see. My friends, my boss, the public...I never wanted to keep my relationship a secret and us together...It wasn't right, it looked like I was betraying my own people."

"Does that mean...you were still in love with me when we broke up? That you didn't leave because you fell out of love?"

"No. Though it would have been easier that way, I fear." They turned around in bed. They couldn't look at the villain, they couldn't look them in the eyes when they said these next few words. "I don't resent you. But I could never see myself loving someone like you ever again."

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onyourhyuck · 1 year ago

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Bad Habits. | H.RJ

— Prologue: “You have no idea, how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

— Summary: Your boyfriend Renjun offered to blow dry your wet hair, what could go wrong?

— Genre: Smut. Smut. Smut. Boyfriend!Renjun. Kind of cute. Renjun has an obsession to kiss y/n’s neck. Blowdrying hair. Protected sex. Renjun’s love for y/n’s chest. Teasing. Soft mild choking. Fingering receiving (f) Consensual. many many climaxes. Nickname used ‘Baby’ a lot.

— Notes: I might be in my renjun smut era rn.

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You let the hot water run down your back all the way from your short thick hair. You enjoy the warmth and the steam building in the bathroom. It’s always nice to come home and have a relaxing evening showering especially after such a stressful day at work. Your boyfriend, Renjun, prepared the shower for you actually. He let it ran so you can have the hot water running. He even got the towel and clothes ready and then he left to let you have your own privacy and time to shower properly. Renjun loves to do a lot of things for you even though you don’t ask him to do anything he just ends up doing it for you anyways.

You tend to appreciate these small gestures the most whenever you’re feeling drained and tired. You don’t really like to show or express that you’re having a hard time. So when your boyfriend can sense your feelings through your moods you find it easier to show you’re struggling.

Your job can be very time consuming which then puts a slight strain on your relationship with Renjun. He wants to do many things with you but your job tends to prevent that. You’re a very dedicated worker to your job.

You may love your job but sometimes it can be hard to keep up with it. Even if it is just paperwork. It’s still a lot to do even if people assume at first thay papers aren’t that much of a hard thing to do. It’s more or less time consuming.

Either way you’re home now and you don’t want to think about work anymore so you finish your shower and head out with the towel wrapped around you. You would change in the bedroom. You take your time applying body lotion and then your own skin care routine on your face. You need to moisturise your skin with the products you bought. Once the pyjamas embrace your beautiful curvy figure you sat down on the bed looking in the mirror. You feel refreshed from the shower. Renjun really was right it did help you feel better. As if the weight was lifted off your chest.

The bedroom door opens with Renjun peeking in a little and when he saw you and your damp hair he tilts his head a little. “You still haven’t blow dry your hair Y/n. You’ll get sick if you leave it like this.” You heard him say with a small nagging voice but you didn’t mind it.

You knew he cared for your well-being slightly more than you do for yourself. You gently roll your eyes. “I’ll get on it now then.” You stand up to get the box out with the hairdryer however a hand stops you from moving any further from the bed.

Renjun shakes his head. “I’ll do it for you.” He then said getting the box out putting it next to you on your bed and you look up with a little smile. He really doesn’t want you to work too much at home knowing you’re tired. “Can i blow dry your hair for you?”

Now he was asking you with something glistening behind his eyes and you’re not sure what that was. It almost resembles a fallen star in his eyes that you saw glisten away. Your expression of surprise makes Renjun feel like his words took you to another level of comfort and happiness when he asked if he could blow dry your hair for you. It’s like you didn’t expect him to go the extra mile for you. Renjun would do anything if it can mean you didn’t have to do anything. Heck. He would do everything and you can just be taken care of like the princess you are. Renjun wouldn’t want it any other way for you.

You take a while to figure out what to say but you reckon you can just give him a nod and he would take it as a yes. “Sure you can.” You say with a small shy smile. You never really had anyone drying your hair for you so this might be an experience you think. Renjun saw your permission and his face lit up.

It’s like he’s been waiting to do this for you before. Renjun plugs everything in. The blow dry device powers up and Renjun softly runs his hands through your wet short damp hair. He enjoys to run his hand through it because of how silky and thick it feels when it’s dry. But when it’s wet it’s a clump that he still find’s beautiful. Every inch of you feels responsible for the way his love grows for you even more. Renjun was only bewitched when the cold wet hair slides down the fingers as he starts to now turn on the hairdryer. The hot air blows your hair in different directions, his hands slid up to your roots and down the edges of your strands.

Your eyes close in the pleasant breeze that feels like a valley passing in your mind. The sensation of someone else stirring the arms rotating around the hot air to your damp hair as their fingers slip like growing spring around your scalp makes you feel some type of way; relaxation? Maybe. Perhaps it was the fact that you feel like you are being treated with care. The way your boyfriend’s wrist was so gently when it moved and pushed your hair aside to get every part of your hair to dry up and not be wet from your shower.

It felt too good. You never thought a simple thing like this could make you feel even more at home than you already were feeling like.

Renjun might be your home. Maybe he makes home feel like home to you now.

Your boyfriend smiles when he saw your smiling expression as your eyes were closed shut enjoying how his hands feel around your scalp trying to massage every area so they can dry up. He doesn’t want you to go to bed with damp hair at all. It’s not the most comfortable thing either. Nor is it healthy. Renjun’s smile mimics yours and he cannot help but watch and observe you. He takes every chance to admire you no matter what even when you’re not looking at him, that’s when Renjun takes his opportunity the most.

The eyes fell down like a marble stone falling on the ground between two drainages pipes when he saw the sight of your beautiful glowing neck. In his eyes he feels like this was his favourite part of you. Your neck. Renjun might have a slight admiration for it to the point it might be like he has a massive crush on it. Not because of how beautiful it looks. It’s because he knows how much it gets you going with a rollercoaster of emotions.

The most simplest of touches he could do to your neck would feel like he had you pinned against a brick wall. That’s how much you react whenever your neck comes into contact with something.

Renjun love it though. He can smell your hair and your body lotion you applied from your neckline. He was very close and it makes his heartbeat a little knowing you’re relaxing right now and he’s here trying to not get any urges and thoughts right there and then.

You look too irresistible to not be kissed though. Renjun eventually said screw it in his head and when your hair was a little more dry now, his lips found a way around the back of your nape and placing a small kiss on it. The small kiss was very soft and noticeable. It feels like lavender sprouting from the roots.

Then the kiss on the nape turns into more kisses on the sides of your neckline and then eventually spreading even more across your neck to the front which had your heart skipping a beat from the first pointer kiss he did.

Your voice came out a little better though slight hitch to the tone which your boyfriend took heard notice of. “Renjun…?”

It was a mixture of confusion and surprise. Renjun kissed now a little more deeply but still keeping the relaxed vibe you guys are in. The whole bedroom had a very chill atmosphere and he wasn’t doing anything too much to scare you off. He knows you’re tired. Renjun can feel it on your body muscles. They’re finally relaxed and no longer tense, he wouldn’t want to do anything else than to have you feel loved in the moment.

All Renjun was thinking about was how pretty you sound when he continued to kiss you. He travels up kissing your jawline as he’s still sitting behind you with the warm hairdryer on his lap attached to the nearby plug on the wall next to your bed that you both are on.

He whispers to your ear as he gently and lovingly placed a kiss on it too. “You have no idea, how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

Your boyfriend drag alongside your neck his lips whispering series of sweet nothings. The sequences had you rolling your tongue at the top of your mouth roof when he pressed another sweet and peppering kiss on your smooth skin. “To kiss and to be close to you like this… I’ve missed you.”

Your body betrays you quickly knowing it was your boyfriend making you feel this way, so out of breath as if you ran for miles upon miles. It was one of those things that your body could never get used to. Renjun’s kisses, words, the way he spoke to you with the tone of his voice. It’s too much you found yourself loving it all too well.

You found yourself giving in too quickly than you’d like to imagine. It wasn’t long till Renjun’s lips kissed the corner of your lips which then made you fully engulf yourself in kissing him back now. You closed your eyes and breathed in as he lets out a sigh practically groaning now that you kissed him. It felt so foreign to him nowadays. It’s been too long than he’d like to admit since he kissed you like this. You pull yourself around and Renjun’s hands slither round your waist dragging you across the bed as you let him pull you down on your back, the kiss never once breaking away.

It’s been too long because you swore you neglected him to the point he didn’t give you a single break from the kiss. It was too long that it had your face feeling like you might melt like magma. Or until the point you’re seeing stars written on the ceiling. Renjun nibbles quietly on your bottom lip while finally he pulls to give you a fresh new look on his face as he saw your eyes closing to regain back your view. You were too close to nearly passing out from the lack of oxygen he stole from you.

But he pulls at the right minute to keep you asking for more. To keep you guessing for more. Renjun lowers himself down just above your chest as he kissed your cheek now beginning to ask you. “Baby do you think i have to stretch you out? It’s been too long since we did it.” He lets his eyes practically eat you alive when he’s watching your body like this. You let out a soft groan, his hands run down your spine and under your shirt ready to strip it away from your wonderful figure.

Renjun’s bad habit is definitely not being able to be patient enough for you. When he wants something he needs it immediately. You’re one of those things that Renjun cannot be patient for enough because he wants to experience it with you. And let you experience him as much as possible too. This might be the result of his feelings for you however, they’re far too intense you can barely stand in front of him.

You groan in reply. “Maybe stretch me out with your fingers.” Your hands slip off your lower pyjamas and Renjun took the host pleasure to position his finger around your straps to the panties and slid them down to your ankles. He smiles looking down at your pussy region as he strums his thumb on your clit before pushing in the index finger now. He saw you bite your bottom lip already and Renjun can feel how tight you are. He definitely needed to stretch you out. It felt too much already that you feel like consuming all of Renjun’s pleasure. Renjun didn’t stop until he at least give you one orgasm by his fingers. He never continues and puts you above himself too.

Even though he is very impatient he’s never impatient when it comes to putting you first above his own pleasure and needs.

You felt your eyes clench around the ceiling above as you’re feeling the pleasure reach to your own bones. It pulses you to leak and now your own high washed over you. Renjun was satisfied to hear you moaning his name and practically plead him to already take you. He whispers reaching with his face to kiss your own mouth again. “You did so well for me, baby.”

You’re so weak to him and his praise.

Your boyfriend slips himself inside your folds and your heat once he put on the condom wrapping around his shaft that pumps inside and outside of your velvety bars has him feeling like he was on cloud nine. Your expression was scrunching up as you reach enlightenment with your boyfriend thrusting inside and outside of you in such graceful ways. Renjun’s pelvis reaches your inner thighs as he grabs around your waist wrapping his arms on your back as he pulls you closer to the lavishing light he caused your body to feel. This feeling couldn’t be described in words just like how Renjun cannot describe such a perfect girl like you beneath him getting her hole fixed with his cock deep inside you looking so incredibly beautiful.

How can anyone compare to you? No one can.

Renjun vows you’re going to get him hooked more and more. Your folds squeezing and squelch which has his eyes roll and your boyfriend slips out a groan between your perky breasts as he licks round his tongue teasingly around the very top. “Do you feel good baby? Is this what you needed after a long day of work?” He spoke so kindly though his body wasn’t matching it. Your body was squished between his ruthless thrusts.

You neglected him for too long because you can feel this was almost like his way of releasing all the pent up frustrations.

You bury your head further into your pillow as your spine arches like a bridge. Renjun loves when you do this between his fast and jabbing thrusts. It feels like you were feeling everything tan times more intensely. Your lips fell apart like ice. “S-So good… oh please don’t stop.” You now plead.

You’re not sure why you’re pleading because your boyfriend wasn’t planning to stop anyways.

You must’ve been seeing stars when your many orgasms has been approaching. Perhaps you already came too many times you didn’t even realise it. It was so good that Renjun must’ve had your hole screaming at him to slow down but he couldn’t as he was taking everything in too fast with his brain.

Your hands clench in a balling fist and your toes curl when Renjun whispers to your ears. “You know this is your fault I’m acting like this.” Your eyes widen when he told you it’s your reasoning for all of this happening and you wanted to speak, but the many moans you swallowed came out.

He trails down the kisses from the forehead and down your temples. “You wanna know why? Because you’re my Bad Habit.”

Your neck was looking too good from the angle he was in pushing inside of you deeply where he knew you had limitless space. His hands sweep their way in holding and caressing your neck as he continues to thrust within your pussy that you find yourself getting addicted to how his cock was making you feel; utterly weak and high.

You are the very bad habit he has. Renjun cannot do anything without you anymore and it’s all because of you making it hard not to fall in love with you even more.

He blames you for this, he cannot get enough now. It was like a trap all along and Renjun was your fallen victim. You clench around his shaft as he said this. He reminds you how deep his love is for you and your eyes dilate when you feel his member twitch deeply within your folds.

Through the condom fabric you sense a filling packet now and you just knew he had a sudden climax when Renjun hung his head between your shoulders. He took a moment to final thrust within you and his voice was breaking like a broken tape on record player.

He grunts and you feel his hands tighten around the embrace has you inside as if you were his precious jewel.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” You heard your boyfriend say quietly as the voice was trembling by how good you consumed him all.

You feel Renjun letting out a deeply mournful sigh full of enchanting pleasure when he pulls out off you with the condom. You watch him wrap it up and he looks back at you finding your gaze to be watery and dilated pupils, it makes you look like a princess in his eyes though.

He could tell he did a good job pleasuring you and it makes him proud. And your beauty never leaves no matter what state you’re in.

You whisper. “I’m your bad habit?” You let out a little giggle though because you find yourself liking that you’re his bad habit in a way.

Renjun grins leaning down. “Mhm that you are.” You watch him hover above your figure now as you guys were resting now with your steady heartbeats returning to their normal pace. He looks down at your kissable lips and so he lowers down only a little to give it a peck. You hear him speak as he did this. “You’re all my Bad Habits.”

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celestiamour · 6 months ago

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ one victory after a loss ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @lokotrona11 ˚₊ ⊹

ft. peter pevensie x gn! reader — prince caspian, the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ you return to aslan’s how after peter assumed that you died during the telmarine castle night raid┊1.7k words (prt one)

setting: the telmarine age (prince caspian) contains: hurt/comfort!! established relationship, mentions of death & battle, grieving, peter cries, mentions of anxiety from being king, cuddling

➤ author's note: peter pevensie uee eu ee ueue uuehh ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ he currently controls my heartbeat eueh uueee uueuuue (థ ﹏ థ)

prehaps it’s a good thing that animals don’t talk anymore since convincing a telmarine horse to switch alliances and help you escape would have taken longer than the actual escape process. the thundering galloping sounds alerted some guards, but you quickly lost them in the thick woods by trusting your steed to guide you around the thicket as it was pitch black and all you could do was steer it in the direction of the camp. even if you were only locked up for six hours and put all of your focus on breaking out, the fresh air was invigorating compared to the musty dungeons and you couldn’t help but close your eyes to enjoy the ride as you arrived at your destination.

peter had long retreated into your shared tent away from the others with dull, weary, and bloodshot eyes from silently shedding tears for most of the night. he felt completely numb aside from the slow streams of saltwater dripping down his face and a stinging sensation every time he tried to blink them away, not even an ice-cold shower was enough to shake him from his thoughts. his siblings have tried to console him that you would come back to them and that he just needed to give you time, but the sun was starting to rise on the horizon and he could only fear for the worst. it would take a miracle for anyone to make it out alive when getting swarmed by enemies, even a skilled swordsman like yourself wouldn’t be able to survive when miraz said that nobody would be spared— not even his own men who unintentionally got in the way.

he couldn’t help but dream of some sort of way to rewrite the sequence of events that unfolded over the past twelve hours, knowing that there was no such magic that could turn back time so simply and that he had to deal with the fact that his plan didn’t play out half as well as he thought it would have. his mind was playing different scenarios of something he could have done to save you, anything that could have been done that would end with you being with him right now and to prevent the suffering of the narnians who also lost someone dear to them.

it was beginning to settle in that the last moment he spent with you was a kiss on the cheek and a comment to be careful, never considering that it would have been possible for one of you to die when invading the castle. he wished that he could at least have told you that he loved you, but instead, you were left to die alone at the hands of the telmarines without anyone to save you. once again, he found himself losing all hope and spiraling back to the mindset that it was all his fault, that he could no longer rule like he used to after abandoning his kingdom a thousand years ago (even if it was an accident). he wasn’t fit to be your lover, much less fit to lead the remaining few—

“they’re back! they’re back! they’re alive, peter!” his head snapped up at the cheerful voice of lucy that interrupted the haze of his grieving, shocked at the unbelievable sight of his youngest sister dragging his lover whom he previously assumed to be dead into his tent. she was always a light sleeper, bolting out of her slumber as soon as she heard the guards allowing you into the camp after confirming that you weren’t an enemy with your unfamiliar stallion. “i’ll give you guys some time alone,” she declared, allowing you to thank her and exiting as you approached your king.

he was such a wreck, a broken man who looked up at you from the edge of the bed as if he wasn’t sure if you were really there or just a hallucination his grief-stricken mind conjured up. you somewhat hoped for him to have more faith in you, but you knew that just the notion of you being gone would have him sick with worry. edmund already told you all about how they spent a year in a world you didn’t know of and how peter’s biggest regret was confessing his affection too late. it must have been such a roller coaster of emotions for him: beginning to court you, unintentionally leaving you behind, coming back excited to see you, believing that you had died thousands of years ago, finding you frozen in time like he never left, thinking you died in battle, and now finding out that you were alive… most of it happened within the span of a week, and he probably wasn’t sure how much of it he could take.

you approached him slowly like he was a wounded animal, reaching out to gently hold his face in your hands and wiping away the new tears resembling crystals forming with the pad of your thumbs. “oh, my dearest king… dry your eyes, you know there’s nothing i hate more than seeing you cry…”

hearing your voice made him crack, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you onto his lap to bury his face in your shoulder even though you were still clothed in metal. “thank aslan, you’re safe… i’m not sure what i would have done if you weren’t…” he didn’t care for the discomfort when your mere presence was a luxury for him, and neither did you when he was actively trembling in your arms. he always had a bad habit of repressing his feelings into a bottle until the cork popped off, refusing to show any weakness to his people and just breaking down in private while only showing this side to your or rarely his siblings. these spells have been steadily getting worse as of late, causing him to collapse under the pressure. seeing him like this almost made you selfishly wish that he never returned even if the remnants of narnia became ravaged by the telmarines and you never awoken from your eternal slumber, only if it meant for him to live out his youth carefree without the weight of the crown on his brow.

you parted with him momentarily to remove your armor once he seemed to calm down from the high of emotions, joking that he shouldn’t stare at you so intently while you were changing to ease the mood (even though he didn’t look away from you for even a second, you didn’t mind in the least since it’s not like it was anything he hadn’t seen already. it was almost as if he wanted to keep an eye on you in fear that you would disappear from his sight). it’s been a long night for both of you after all that’s transpired and it was high time you both got some sleep, even if it was for only an hour or two before his presence might be expected by the others. “come on now, you need to get some rest, and i desperately need a shower— i can’t believe you hugged me like that when i reek so badly.”

he finally managed to let a meek smile grace his handsome features, alleviating any remaining anxieties you might have had about him and left to take a quick bath in a nearby stream. there was barely anyone out there aside from a few stragglers getting water for morning routines, greeting you out of courtesy before leaving to give you some privacy. the stream poured over your body soothed your sore muscles and healed the minor cuts littering your skin, relaxing all tension and allowing you to think more clearly even though you were so exhausted you could pass out on the spot. truly, this was a magical land with magical properties flowing throughout every breeze of wind and drop of water.

lucy had told you earlier that while peter was stressing out over your disappearance, everyone else had full confidence that you would be perfectly alright with your set of skills. it’s not that he had no faith in you, he trusts in most who fight along his side and recognize all of their talents whether physical or intellectual, but he can’t help but feel apprehensive regarding you or his siblings. there might not be anything that could ever mitigate his uneasy attitude when it’s been melded into him from an early age, but it’s almost comforting to know that your partner is a good man who cares for his loved ones so much.

once you quickly dried off, changed, and then went back to the tent, you found the blonde still awake waiting for you, “i thought I told you to get some sleep.”

“i was waiting for you.” there was a little playfulness in his voice, like a child who was caught doing something they shouldn’t have knowing that there would be no punishment.

all you could do was sigh affectionately at peter pevensie being peter pevensie again and climb into the bed with him, pushing him down on his back and laying on your side to pull him closer to your chest, ruffling through his blonde locks and kissing his puffy eyes. “close your eyes and sleep, i’ll still be here when you open them again.”

it wasn’t often that he let himself be coddled by you, but he permitted it this time. enveloped in your warmth with the steady thumping of your heart brought him peace, knowing that you were alive, well, and reunited by side. the drowsiness hit him all at once, slipping away to a dreamless sleep in your arms after whispering a quick word of his love for you— a word of love that he was grateful to tell you once more and hoped for millions more to come.

(at some point, edmund came to check up on his brother and found the two of you sleeping soundly, not having the heart to wake either of you up and just letting you guys stay like that well into the morning. his sisters were very pleased to hear that and had a little giggle about the high king’s soft spot for you when you alone could comfort him when no one else could. the other narnians also had their spirits lifted upon seeing their leaders smile again. it was a new day under aslan’s watchful eyes.)

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aheathen-conceivably · 4 months ago

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Far atop the dusty downtown of Strangerville stood what felt like a different world. During the decades of the gold rush Eastern settlers had flooded the town and the settlements around it, displacing the people of the land even further as they dug into it for their own ends. The ones who succeeded ended up here, in Shady Acres, where they could look atop the empire they drilled into the ground.

Now, most of the houses sat abandoned, left to the disrepair of time and the harsh desert sands as the promise of ever greater riches took their owners further West to California and Oregon. There were little signs of life on the streets other than a lone truck making its way up the hillside, inhabited by two people who still weren’t quite comfortable being alone together anymore.

Gio directed Jo to pull to the edge of the cliff face, overlooking the town they had just driven from. She struggled to get the turn just right, but it was better than her other practice attempts, so he gave her a quiet smile of approval as she shifted the gear into park. Even from inside the metal truck they could hear the wind howling. It had been their constant companion on these near silent journeys up this road the past few weeks.

He knew that the road further West was filled with places like this, miles and miles of winding curves and jaw dropping heights that would take a steady hand on the wheel. Antoine had taken one look inside the car and immediately refused to learn how to drive it. So burying whatever remaining fears and anger he had deep inside, Gio had gotten in the passenger seat with Jo and offered to teach her how to drive.

With every lesson, he knew that he was essentially giving her the tools she needed to leave him, the one thing he had been so afraid of that he was willing to lie and cheat to prevent it from happening. Now he felt like all he could do was sit by hope every inch he gave or silent acquiescence would serve to bind her closer to him rather than push her further away. Still in the back of his mind his fears kept nagging, so much so that as the day for her to leave came closer he couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

The wind kept howling, threatening to drown out his voice as he reached toward her. “Jo, mi raccomando…”

She braced herself for the same apology about his lie over the loan that she already had memorized. What more did he want her to say? She had stayed, hadn’t she? Stayed outwardly for Violette but really, quietly and inwardly, for all of them. Because she loved them all, but more than anything, because she loved him.

Only how was she supposed to tell him that? That she had fought back every instinct to leave so that she could stay with him, even if the price to pay to do so was that she would never trust him again. Because he had shown her that she had been wrong about him. He could hurt her, just as well as any other man she had ever known could. Except now that she had let him inside, now that she loved him, he could hurt her all the more. So she had to compensate somehow, to regain some sort of ground to stand on or she would be left weak to him doing it all over again.

“You don’t need to answer, okay?” Her head stayed turned just as he knew it would, and her hand went to the wheel as though the steady the car from the roar of the desert wind. It grew stronger as his voice grew more emotional, shaking the car and whipping across the top of the mesa.

“I can’t make you forgive me for any of what happened, but I’m sorry I didn’t support you and Antoine going on tour, or even really put you in the position where you could have chosen to do it for yourself and not to save us from some choice I made. I just…every time you walk out the door I’m afraid you won’t come home, that you’ll find someone or something else and I’ll never see you again.”

The sun was hitting directly in her eyes, mingling there with the stinging of tears that she tried her hardest to hold back. Only it was too bright, and she couldn’t possibly fight it, so one small tear after another rolled down her face while she stayed staring at it.

Whatever else he said after that was inconsequential as she let the sunbeams dry her unexpected tears; because he had already broken through her carefully constructed armor, made brittle by anger, restlessness, and love. But he couldn’t know that, or it would make everything she had done up to this point meaningless. The portion of the farm that was now hers, betraying Antoine, Zelda’s pained resolve, Violette’s angry confusion. She endured it all in some effort to regain control and hope for her own life; only it was so tenuous that she was convinced a few stray tears could undermine it all, so she made sure her face was completely dry before she turned to face him.

By the time she did so he had gone quiet and only a sliver of his profile could be seen. The rest of him was pretending to study the desert landscape, visibly struggling to adhere to his promise that he wouldn’t speak again until she answered him.

As it always did in moments like this, his vulnerability astounded her. He had meant every word he said, and he had spoken them without pause, trusting her to meet him halfway despite her track record of never having done so before. He had signed over a portion of his lease with a clenched fist only to climb into the passenger seat of his own truck, giving patient instructions with an anxious edge as she drove them further and further from town. Every choice he had made was in pursuit of some twisted idea of love, all the while she was guided by some nebulous idea of strength, the undeniable compulsion to never feel trapped again even if her own love had tried to temper it time and time again.

Jo reached over to touch his face and turn it toward her own. He gave no hesitation as he leaned into her touch, no questions and no judgement for the streaks on her face that must have still been visible from up so close. “Gio, look at me. I’m going to come home, okay?”

She left out that she wished this wasn’t home, some place she had no connection to or hope for, one filled with harsh desert winds barely keeping failed dreams afloat. A land of drought and struggle so incessant that it had almost worn down even her will. Some days it still felt like it was trying to accomplish what it nearly had when she was afloat in that bed, miserable and useless.

But shielded from it all inside the confines of his truck, with only his earnest expression and kind but well worn hands to anchor her down, suddenly it did feel like home. Or at least he did. So in a rare moment, she spoke without a single ounce of pretense or calculation, letting the need to keep herself in control float away on the howling wind. “I promise you, I’m always going to come home. No matter what.”

#1934 #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #the darlingtons #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #1930s #Josephine Duplanchier #Giorgio Mistretta

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heys0ulmate · 13 days ago

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veneration (this faith's got me high)

pairing: sofia falcone/gigante x f!reader

summary: sofia isn't the same anymore- but you've waited too long for her to care.

warnings: uhh .. unnegotiated/dubcon, gun usage, slight bondage, passing out, im sure im missing stuff, not proofread, major abuse of italics sorry lmao

word count: 4.6K

A/N: this is the first part of what i PLAN to be a series, tho im not sure when the next part(s) will be out. i legitimately havent published a fic in over a decade so im sorry that its like. poorly structured LOL. not much smut in this one sorry yall. title from holy by zolita btw. also this was posted prematurely by accident cus it was still in my drafts but oh well

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You don't recognize the room you're in, but you feel no danger. All you feel is giddiness and bliss.

There's something warm next to you. Sofia.

Her red, pretty lips are moving, corners curled up slightly, but you can't hear her. You laugh despite the fact, because it feels right. The joy in your chest overwhelming.

She's closer, now. You're laughing hysterically, to the point of tears. It's getting hard to breathe.

Sofia cups your face. She looks scared, but you still can't hear what she's saying. You can't speak- all you can do is laugh and choke for air.

The room changes.

It's crowded.

You spot Sofia from across the galley.

Something in you tells you to run to her, as fast as you can, like you'll die if you don't. It's an all-consuming type of panic, the inability to breathe slowly creeping back.

You push past the crowd, but the more progress you make, the larger the room seems to grow.

The crowd parts, and you see her. She's leaving the room, hand in hand with her father. Her lips are parted in a scream that you still can't hear.

"Sofia!" You shriek, running as fast as you can now that the people have cleared a path.

You're inches away from Sofia and the grip her father has on her when you suddenly hear her voice loud and clear from behind you.

"She's not here anymore."

You bolt up from your bed, gasping for air and flailing under your blanket, desperately trying to wrestle it off.

It takes a minute to gather your bearings.

"Shit," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes.

It shouldn't phase you. You can't remember a single night in the past ten goddamn years that you haven't woken up from a some sort of dream-turned nightmare about Sofia. But something about this one seemed to stick to you like summer heat, an uncomfortable, lingering sensation that seems to amplify the harder you try to ignore it.

"She's not here anymore."

It rings through your head like a catchy song as you stumble into the kitchen for a glass of water.

In the ten years since Sofia was taken from you, you haven't heard her voice even once. You weren't allowed visitation as a non-family member, and phone calls were prohibited for the same reason.

It was almost if the sanctions had carried over into your psyche, some form of cruel punishment that prevented you from hearing her even in your dreams.

At least you were able to see her at night.

You'd never grown used to the inevitable, debilitating dread that suffocated you each time you awoke, but you still looked forward to falling asleep each night, knowing it'd grant you a brief illusion of having Sofia by your side again.

"She's not here anymore."

You try not to think to hard about it, to instead appreciate the blessing of being graced with her voice, even if it was just subconscious. You tell yourself it's probably just a result of the weeks recent events; the flooding of Gotham city. The death of Carmine Falcone.

The impact of it all must have rattled you.

That's all.

But... you can't shake the nagging feeling that there was something more.

It's then that your phone rings on your bedside table. *BRRR*

You set your water cup down with a huff, shuffling your feet slowly towards your bedroom. You're in no rush to pick up. Who the fuck call at this time of night; and without warning?

In your experience, this meant one of two things: the call was your basic, run of the mill scam attempt, or a reporter who had found your number and was desperate for some kind of story. Not that you'd ever give them one, of course. Even when Sofia was still around, and your relationship was somewhat in the public eye, you never discussed anything with journalists of any kind.

After Sofia was sent to Arkham, the scrutiny on you had increased. You went from being the occasionally mentioned girlfriend of Carmine Falcone's daughter, to 'the woman who loved The Hangman.'

Generally, the public saw you as a pseudo-victim; someone who had been manipulated by The Hangman, paraded to maintain a false image, and used as a front to keep Sofia's cover. They didn't believe you when you claimed to have been with Sofia on three of the nights that those women were killed. "The poor girl- who knows what that woman subjected her to, to make her lie for her?"

The year following her arrest was the peak of your exposure. You were relentlessly assaulted with press whenever you went outside, and you had to change your cell phone number four times.

Everyone was dying for an inside scoop on what it was like to know The Hangman intimately.

By the second year, you were more comfortable leaving the house. You moved just outside of Gotham, and slowly, the pressure for statements and interviews died down the longer Sofia was away. You still get the occasional phone call, someone hoping that now that it's been 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 years, maybe you'd be willing to share your 'story.'

You'd hang up immediately every time, until you got to the point where you just stopped picking up.

*BRRRRR*

You approach your bedside table with every intention to hit the reject button, squinting at the brightness of your screen in the dark of your room.

That's when you see the caller ID.

*000*

You pause.

So far, every telemarketer, every scammer, reporter, and journalist, were listed as either Unknown Caller, or a string of numbers.

The only time you received calls with three digit numbers was when it was Alberto.

A part of you hesitates. Alberto does this, sometimes, though it's become more sparse over the years: he goes on a bender, gets too in his feelings, and calls from a nurner phone and leaves you a barrage of voice and text messages. It's always the same, with him going on coked-up rant about how he's going to get Sofia out one day and wrong everyone who wronged her.

Outside of that, though, Alberto never called. When Sofia was sent away, Alberto had begun simultaneously spiraling and attempting to survive and thrive in the Falcone family. Between the drugs and job, Alberto became a lot more isolated than he used to be. Any attempt on your part to reach out wasn't successful. He stopped responding from the number you'd had saved, keeping communication one-sided.

Still, every week, you texted him the same thing at the same time. Sunday, 9AM, an hour before you knew Sofia had visitation hours. Tell Sofia I love her, please.

You'd never get a response, but you never really expected to, either. You had no way of confirming if he was seeing your messages. The only way you knew Alberto still even thought of you or knew your number was with the increasingly infrequent, triple digit ID calls.

Either way, the occasional drug fueled messages always left you feeling even more depressed. Knowing Alberto was suffering just as much as you didn't bring any sort of comfort; it just reminded you of your own pain.

*BRRRRR*

Between the unease from your dream and timing of the call, though, every instinct in your body is telling you to pick up the phone.

Your hands tremble as you clumsily smash the answer button with your thumb, bringing the phone up to your ear.

"Hello?" You wait with baited breath as you hear Alberto on the other side of the line. "...'Berto?" There's nothing but silence for a moment.

Then, you hear him clear his throat. "I, uh-" There's a pause, and a sniff. "I'm gettin' her out, [Y/N]."

You're heart pounds almost painfully. "Y-you mean-"

"Yeah," Alberto confirms with a disbelieving laugh, as if he can't wrap his own head around it. "Yeah," he says again, more firmly this time, confirming everything you've wanted, pleaded, prayed for, for ten years. "She's comin' home."

The news breaks two days later.

Two days of silence from Alberto after he dropped that fucking bomb on you.

You aren't sure if you're in shock, or if it literally hasn't quite hit you yet. Maybe it's because, despite a part of you accepting you'd never see her again, you always had faith in your heart that she'd come back to you. That naive hope kept you alive for ten years.

You aren't sure what to do with yourself, now. You've grown so accustomed to just... existing. Holding hope, with nothing to really do with it. This sort of feels likes that, but with more anticipation knowing what's to come.

Except, it doesn't.

She comes home, yes. You watch the reports about it, read the headlines, hear the outcries. But you don't see her. You don't hear from her, or Alberto, and you're resigned to waiting for one of them to reach out.

After a few days, you grew impatient. The anxiety you'd felt from waiting around had turned into a sort of panic, an all consuming need to make any attempt to quell your nerves.

Why hadn't you heard anything? Had something gone wrong? Did they forget?

You'd gone to the Falcone residence. It was fucking packed with news casters, journalists, rioters and spectators. It had taken you a while to shove your way through the mob, and when you had, you were turned away like everyone else.

You went back the next day, and the next, and the results were the same.

And then, Alberto dies.

You think the shock will return, but all you can think is Sofia, Sofia, Sofia. Your Sofia. Your girl, who must be hurting so tremendously right now, who you can't cradle and comfort.

It seems your deep seeded need to be by Sofia's side reignites some of your more rational thinking, though, and you consider your options.

The crowds of cameras and protesters should disperse by the time the sun goes down, you'd assume, giving you more of a shot to see her.

So, you decide to return to the Falcone's late that evening, when the moon has settled and the stars are at their brightest.

Despite the time, it seems the family is well awake, as all the lights can be seen as you walk up the driveway. You hear voices, though you're too far away to tell if they're shouts from behind the walls, or conversations outside.

Soon, two of the guards notice you approaching. "Hey!" One hollars, hoisting up his gun as he stalks towards you. "What are you doin' here? You got business with Luca?"

You should probably be more concerned about the possibility of being shot by a paranoid guard, but your adrenaline is pumping too hard to care.

"Uh- no, I'm- I don't," you stutter. "I wanna see Sofia."

As the second guard approaches, you hear a soft chuckle. "Ah, yeah, I remember you," he drawls, before turning towards the other man. "Used to hang around Sofia," he explains to him, making the other relax his posture slightly.

"She's not available," the first one grunts, "probably won't be for a while."

Being turned down does little to deter you. "So she's here? Just, not available?" You ask hopefully. They don't get a chance to respond. "That's fine. I can wait."

You make a bold move to squeeze past them, speed walking over to the grand stair case in front of the house with purpose.

Behind you, the guards bicker. You don't hear what they say, outside of something about 'letting Ms. Falcone decide,' but based on the lack of pushback, you assume the one who remembered you was suggesting the other guard leave it be.

You're perfectly content to sit for as long as you need to. You've waited a decade for Sofia; you can wait a few hours- or even until the morning- to finally see her after all this time.

To your surprise, though, you only wait for about 45 minutes.

The front doors of the mansion swing open, and you hear the click of heels stomping down the steps.

"Fuckin' pricks," someone mutters, and you immediately recognize the voice.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you stand on shaky legs, and you can't turn around to face her fast enough. You almost lose you balance in the process, but catch yourself in time for Sofia to notice your presence.

She has a cigarette halfway to her lips as she stares at you, an unreadable expression on her face.

You blink.

She blinks.

"You're..." her voice sounds empty for a moment. Then she shakes her head a little, blinking hard a few times and huffing. "What are you doing here, [Y/N]?"

You open your mouth, but your brain is moving a mile a minute. Nothing comes out, and you just gape at her like a fish for a few moments. "Uhhhh..." you trail off dumbly, but you're too frozen to even feel stupid about it.

Sofia rolls her eyes. "Come on," she says as she resumes her walk past you, lighting up her cigarette as she does. "I'm not staying too far from here at the moment."

You practically trip over yourself in your rush to follow Sofia. It's a bit of a struggle to keep up with her pace, but you manage. The car is parked at the end of the driveway. A burly man is propped against the hood, and he moves around to the back door when he sees Sofia quickly approaching. He opens it for her with a quick acknowledgment as she slides in smoothly, and remains silent as you clumsily follow suit.

Sofia keeps her eyes fixed out the window as the man gets into the drivers seat. You can't help but stare at her, though, something akin to awe making it impossible to look away.

A few minutes into the drive, you see Sofia tentatively shift her eyes towards you. She looks on guard, as though unnerved by your eyes on her.

Still, she says nothing. Her gaze stays trained on the passing scenery for the remainder of the ride, like she's stubbornly making an effort to ignore your blatant staring.

Sofia hardly waits until the car is parked to unbuckle and hastily exist the vehicle once it's pulled in front of her building. You rush to get your door open, jogging a little to catch up to her.

You're paid no mind as Sofia struts inside and walks to the kitchen. It's almost like you're invisible, a silent, unseen witness.

Sofia moves around the kitchen with a practiced ease, retrieving a glass and wine bottle that she pops open, pouring a sizeable amount. She takes a long, long sip, her head tilting back until the contents of her glass are almost completely gone.

Then, she sighs, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she embraces the warmth of the alcohol.

Finally, she looks at you, indifference written all over her face. "You didn't give me an answer earlier," she states simply.

You take a small step forward. "Sofia..." You blink hard, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions.

Sofia is looking at you. You see her. You hear her.

You take another step, and another, until your knees buckle in front of her. "Sofia," it's an almost reverant sound that makes Sofia inhale sharply.

She's so close.

You wrap your arms around her legs as you kneel before her, nuzzling against her thighs.

"Sofia," you say again, just as softly.

You can breathe again. After ten long, dreadful years, you finally feel like the air in your lungs is pure and real.

Sofia freezes. She's unsure of how to process this.

You're here. In front of her- willingly.

It feels wrong; you bowing before her when you have no idea who she is anymore.

"Cut it out," she mutters, lightly pushing your head away and taking a small step back.

You remain on your knees, looking up at her with half lidded eyes.

The adoration in them makes Sofia uncomfortable.

"Get off the floor," Sofia says, her tone indescribable. "You aren't an animal." She turns to top off her wine glass, takes a sip, and leaves the room.

It takes you a minute to gather yourself, but you slowly move towards the direction she headed in. You find her in a room down the hall, an open, office-adjacent space. She's sitting on a loveseat in the center of the room, staring blankly ahead as she sips away.

You pause in the doorway to observe her for a minute, wondering if she's aware that you've followed. You decide to let your presence be known, taking a few confident steps forward.

Sofia doesn't look at you when she speaks.

"Whatever you're here for," she starts, "you won't find."

"No," you find yourself saying. "No, Sofia, I..." you trail off as you come closer. "I... I just want you."

Sofia's jaw clenches. "You don't know what that means anymore," she spits, before taking another sip of her wine, attempting to grow the irrational anger brewing inside her.

There's a certain, panicked heat that comes over you then, feeling unheard and misunderstood. "No, no," you say hastily. "No, Sofia, please," you drop in front of her again. "Please, Sofia. I don't care what that- what that means. All I care about is you."

Sofia scoffs, her temper getting the best of her. She grips your hair without thinking, pulling your head off her lap to look up at her. "You want me to show you what it means?" She hisses, eyes wide and manic. "Okay. Take your clothes off."

You're momentarily stunned, not expecting Sofia's request. "What? Ah-!" Sofia yanks your hair again, gritting her teeth as she speaks. "Take off your fucking clothes," she repeats.

Her tone sends you into motion, and you scramble to remove your top. Sofia settles back against the couch as she watches you undress for her, keeping her features schooled.

Once you're bare, you shift on your knees a bit, unsure of what to do. Being naked in front of Sofia certainly isn't new, but, it's also been ten years since you've last been intimate with her. You never anticipated it happening again like... this. Sofia never acted this way with you in the last. Usually, she undressed you herself, slowly and with kisses on each inch of skin she revealed. She had been teasing, sure, but never so stern.

It stirred something in you that you couldn't place your finger on. All you know is, you certainly aren't complaining.

So, you stay still, not wanting to do anything without instruction lest Sofia decide she's no longer willing to entertain you. You bask in Sofia's predatory gaze, letting her drink in your exposed body.

Soon, though, you start to squrim a bit. It's not cold, per say, but the air was just brisk enough on your bare skin that you couldn't ignore the slight chill.

You shiver a little, and Sofia smirks.

"You cold?" She asks knowingly. Sofia keeps her eyes on you as she reaches for her wine glass, standing as she does.

You tense a little as she begins to stalk closer to you, a small sneer on her face.

She's behind you, now, but you don't dare to move your head, not even when you hear the clink of her wine glass on the ground. Instead, you stay still and complacent as Sofia picks up your discarded shirt and begins to wrap it around your wrists. You moan inadvertently at the feeling of her skin on yours, but Sofia takes a deep breath. She ignores the sound, instead making quick work of restraining your hands behind your back.

When she's done, Sofia picks her glass back up as she towers over you. There's a dark, empty look in her eye that sends a chill down your spine.

Sofia, of course, notices this.

She smirks. "Is that it? You chilly, sweetheart?" Her voice is patronizing and full of faux concern.

You're not sure if she wants an answer or not, but aren't given a chance to respond either way, Sofia suddenly splashing the remenants of the wine from her glass onto you.

You flinch, and gasp loudly at the cold sensation. You're hands instinctively move to rub at eyes in an attempt to clear your vision, but you find yourself tugging fruitlessly at the shirt Sofia had binded your wrists. The wine soaking your face and dampening your hair ends trickles down your body, erupting goosebumps in it's wake.

You're still blinking heavily in an attempt to normalize your seeing when hear a breathy cackle. You feel her pinch your jaw, a strong grip on you as she licks a filthy stripe up your face, lapping up the spilt wine. She releases you, the sound of footsteps echoing through the room as Sofia struts past you and towards the desk by the window. You can't see what she's retrieving, your eyesight blurry and unfocused.

By the time Sofia circles back, you've mostly regainedy your vision. You don't have any time to visually process what she has in her hand, though, as she wastes no time in forcing the barrel of her handgun past your parted, panting lips, and into your mouth.

"It's a terrible feeling. Isn't it?" The gun presses a little harder, and you cringe at the feeling of rough metal pressing against your tongue. "Nothing left to hide behind," Sofia drawls, her voice is surprisingly even, though her words feel weighted.

You blink up at her with an unnerving lack of fear.

Sofia bares on with a tilt of her head. "The guards at Arkham stripped us bare every morning," she states, and your heart clenches at the thought. "It was humiliating," Sofia continues, a subtle anger brewing in her voice with each punctuated annunciation, "being turned into a thing."

Sofia shoves the gun hard enough to make you gag, and presses forward until you're bending backwards. Sofia straddles you, her grip on the gun directing your movements. She has you sprawled on your back, hands twisted painfully under you, pressed between your spine and the hardwood floor.

Sofia lowers her face, her wild eyes inches from yours. "You think," she growls, "that I'm still who you knew?" She smiles, though there's no joy in it. "That I'm not just a thing?"

Apparently, it wasn't a rhetorically question, as Sofia yanks the gun out of your mouth.

You sputter for a second, before rushing to respond, "no," you gasp. "I- I don't expect you to- to be the same, Sofia, I don't." Your voice cracks a bit, and you pray that your eyes convey your earnesty. "I don't care that you- you don't feel like yourself, Sofia, if you feel different, now. I love you. I love you. I love you, Sofia," you insist, your voice soft.

Sofia regards you for a long minute, and you wait with abated breath to see how she'd react.

For a moment, you think she's heard you. Really heard, and believed you- believed in your unconditional love and devotion for her. There's a hopeful, but guarded look in her eye, something akin to a skittish street cat assessing if it should trust the hand reaching out to pet it. But, just as quickly as it appeared, it's gone.

Sofia's features go hard again, and she moves her face away, straightening her back and kneeling over you.

"You don't get it," she says- simply, quietly, almost as if to herself.

You part your lips to protest, but Sofia is quicker, and slaps her hand over your mouth. "Don't," she warns.

Sofia hates it. The way you don't even struggle under her; the way you just take it, like you understand what this means.

Why don't you get it? Do you really not understand what kind of horrors she was exposed to? What they did to her; what they turned her into?

It pisses her off.

How dare you, how dare you, prance back into her life, expecting her to be untouched by the hell that was Arkham?

Do you think she's naive? That she'd truly believe, after all this time, you'd still want her? Want her for who she actually is now?

You don't even fucking know her anymore.

Fuck.

It infuriates her for so many reasons that she refuses to acknowledge right now.

Instead, she let's herself embrace the unbridled rage that's always threatening to erupt inside her.

"Alright!" She exclaims, a Cheshire Cat grin spreading across her face. "You love me?" She taunts. "You think you want me?"

She shoves herself off of you to pull her underwear down her legs. You're heart thuds as she slips off her fur coat and hikes up her dress. Sofia easily drops back down, straddling your face and gripping your hair with one hand. "Show me, then." With that, she lowers herself completely, smothering your face in her cunt.

Your primal instincts kick in, then, and you press forward, your tongue eagerly swiping through her folds.

Jesus fuck, you think somewhere in the back of your mind. Finally, finally, finally.

You hadn't realized how much you craved the taste of Sofia until this very moment. It feels like you're starving, like you haven't eaten in ten goddamn years, and Sofia is the first meal you've been granted.

Your ministrations are messy and desperate. You can hardly think straight, overwhelmed by the taste and scent and feel of Sofia. All you do is lick and suck and moan, embracing the pure bliss you feel. The rapidly decreasing supply of oxygen in your lungs is easy to ignore when you finally have the privilege of pleasuring Sofia again.

Sofia's eyebrows furrow. You won't struggle under her. You won't look up with panicked eyes, even as she deprives you of air, even as she suffocates you.

You don't get it.

Sofia narrows her eyes and her hips buck forward. It's almost violent, the way she fucks your face, riding harder and harder. She grunts softly, losing inhibition as she watches her slickness spread all over your face.

Still, you only whine as though you're the one being pleasured.

Why don't you fucking get it.

Sofia tightens her grip in your hair, pushing your face impossibly closer against her cunt as she feels her climax approaching. She's panting harshly through her noise, controlling the means threatening to spill out of her.

Just then, your eyes slugglishly blink open and lock with hers. It's clear that you're moments away from passing out, and Sofia can only stare down at the dazed look in your eyes.

Still, there's no fear there. There's nothing but adoration.

Your eyes roll back, and your eyelids flutter shut. Sofia's breath hitches as your body goes limp under her.

It's then that she cums, her body tensing and jerking. A ragged moan escapes her as she grinds and grinds against you, using your unconscious body to draw the waves of pleasure out.

Sofia slumps off of you, sitting by your side as she recovers from the exertion. She just sits for a while, until her breathing regulates, and she gathers the courage to look over at you.

You're still passed out, but the slight rise and fall of your chest tells Sofia you are, in fact, alive.

It doesn't do much to relieve Sofia- not when there's a sick, familiar feeling of dread forming in the pit of her stomach.

No.

Sofia squeezes her eyes shut.

This isn't supposed to matter.

This doesn't mean anything.

Sofia stands, and smooths out her dress. She can't afford to have regrets; to have... things that make her question herself.

That's not her anymore.

Sofia takes a deep breath.

She squares her shoulders, and doesn't spare you a second glance as she forces herself to leave the room.

#sofia falcone x reader #sofia gigante x reader #sofia falcone #sofia gigante #nsft #the penguin

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baby-tini · 2 months ago

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would izana want a bimbo gf? if he would, how would he treat her sfw & nsfw 🙈

I don't think he'd mind a bimbo gf, I could see him becoming quite frustrated with you, on certain aspects in your relationships but he's always been good at doing things himself so, he wouldn't mind in the long run.

SFW-

He didn't really think much of you at first, he got a little irritated at first by your lack of... logical thinking, although, you did grow on him and you became a comfort of sorts, someone too just spend time with and relax, not thinking about anything connected to the gang life. He no longer felt that suffocating feeling of being alone, not when you would constantly cling to him and go on rants about the new show you were watching or the small things that would upset, things that would be very miniscule to him, he envied you a bit in all honesty, you never had too worry about big things and the things that'd have you dwelling were more often then not, was a broken nail. He found you adorable the more and more time that he spent with you, taking you shopping so that you could give him a little runway show in the dressing room. He's not the most protective over... anyone really, but then again, you're not just anyone, you're his, he's always with you- and if he can't be, he sends Kakucho with you, with the instructions too do anything necessary too keep you safe. He really doesn't like when you cry or get upset, he has gotten into a multitude of fights when someone has had the nerve too disrespect you, right in front of him noless, to be honest, you can't recount a time when you've seen him so pissed. The look in those pretty lavender eyes had made your stomach drop and the mans face was just carnage, unrecognizable. He isn't the biggest fan of your naive nature, it's one of the few things about you that piss him off, simply for the fact that you're too trusting for his taste. What do you mean a woman said she had a puppy in her car and you followed? Or when a man gave you candy that was funnily wrapped and you took it? It's not really that it's you that makes him mad, more so other people that take advantage of your all too trusting nature that makes him mad.

NSFW-

He adores how shy you are with anything sexual, even the topic has your little brain malfunctioning, oh he just absolutely adores you, he likes too do it in public, but with subtlety, he doesn't wanna give anymore people a reason too eye you up, especially when he's with you. He really doesn't care too take things too slow, it's not really his style, especially with how stressful his.. job can get, quickies are quite abundant in your sex life with him, plus he's not always available, so that gives you both less of a chance too have longer, more meaningful sex. Not too big of a fan of being messy, so he tends too come inside you too prevent sleeping on messy sheets, because if they do get messy, he has too clean them, he refuses too sleep on cum-soaked sheets. He likes discreetly public quickies, you can no longer count on your hands the amount of times he's taken you over and over in an alleyway or in a bathroom at a bar. Likes when run your nails over his undercut, the way his back shudders makes that quite obvious. He likes too keep eye-contact with you as well, he'll go so far as too stop fucking you if you look away from him- likes the little sounds you make as well and will either tie you up or pin both of your hands down if you try too even attempt too cover your mouth. He likes too keep your hands locked with his as well, even if he doesn't have time too have the most intimate sex with you, he'll try too incorporate it with you. Always tells you how much he loves you during and after you have sex with him, never forgets, it's every single time. Likes too bury his face in your neck when it gets too much or he's overstimulated. Izana is also a whimper; although very rare, if you pay close enough attention to him, you'll be able too hear them.

#baby-tini #anon ask #izana x reader #izana kurokawa #tokyo revengers izana #tokrev #tokyo revengers #izana kurokawa x reader #izana kurokawa smut #izana smut

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laniakea314 · 1 year ago

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Aziraphale wanted to give Crowley the chance to do good without having to face consequences for it, he wanted the two of them to be together without having to face consequences for it. The fear of going against God’s will and being cast out Heaven is still deeply rooted in his mind, so when he sees the opportunity of being allowed to work with (and love) Crowley “legally”, in the Almighty’s eyes, of course he jumps onto that train. Also, he’s been managing the fragile balance between doing what he thinks is right and doing what Heaven/God wants for a very long time, and now he might have the chance to unify the two, putting an end to his moral dilemmas and giving him a feeling certainty and purpose.

Crowley has never been as afraid as Aziraphale to stand up for what he thought was right or morally correct. He’s taken many many risks over the years and sometimes payed a high price for them. Asking too many questions cost him his angelic status; helping Elspeth in 1827 got him dragged down to Hell and possibly tortured; preventing the Apocalypse cost him his “job”, his apartment and almost got him killed. He really doesn’t have much more to lose. The only things we see him having an attachment to in s2 are the Bentley, his peaceful and fragile existence on Earth, and Aziraphale, who he is especially protective of. In fact he is so scared of losing Aziraphale that he’s extremely careful when it comes to taking risks in their relationship, which is part of the reason why it took 6000 years and two lesbians to get him to communicate how he felt. So of course he wants to keep Aziraphale safe, and he probably believes that the only way to do that is to bring him far away from those who are responsible for everything else he’s lost so far. Because if he loses Aziraphale too, what meaning does life have anymore?

They’re both so afraid of losing each other, but Aziraphale hasn’t lost as many things as Crowley has and believes that if they can find a way to be together legitimately inside the system, they’re safe. Meanwhile Crowley, who’s lost so much at the hands of Heaven and Hell, thinks that the only way they can be safe is far away from the system.

#let’s start a fundraiser to finance their couples therapy #I love when a season ends well but damn this angst is brilliant #miscommunication #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens 2 #aziracrow #david tennant #michael sheen #neil gaiman #good omens spoilers #go2 spoilers

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notanactressyay · 5 months ago

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— ₊⊹ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞)

— ₊⊹ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 . Natasha Romanoff x reader

— ₊⊹ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 . she did. she allowed her feelings and past to take you away from her. now, guilt and confusion consumed her, and when the one chance to make everything right comes, she doesn't think twice before taking it. and you have to love her from afar. from somewhere you don't even know.

— ₊⊹ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . major character death, the blip, Thanos, cursing, grief, breaking down, no happy ending.

— ₊⊹ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 . this is the second and last part to loving you silently. i didn't think i'd make a part two, but turns out i enjoyed writing angsty things. i'm switching accounts, my pinned explains everything.

fic started: june 23, 2024, 04:30am. | finished: june 23, 2024, 03:01pm.

dividers belong to: @saradika — ₊⊹ ★

the breakup messed up with her mind more than she initially thought it would have. you hadn't used the exact phrase "i am breaking up with you", but the way you said it, "when you become the Natasha i fell in love with again", it was almost the same thing. because she knew there was no way she was ever becoming the same old her.

during the whole 5 years, her mind was slowly being taken by her own pride and guilt, and the only thing keeping her grounded was you. she knew somebody was looking out for her, outside the prison of her brain. she knew that, when she finally manages to find a way and bring everybody back, things would be okay, and then, you'd live happily ever after.

but life unfortunately wasn't a fairy tale. you were a real person. and unlike her, you were way too ordinary to cope with a messed up individual like herself. you didn't learn how to manipulate people's emotions, or how to kill, or how to hide your true self. no one should learn those things anyway, but she did — and felt crazy for it.

and now that you had moved out of the compound to let your relationship breathe, the russian felt crazier than ever.

"stop squirming," Steve whispered as he used the wipe to clean the dry blood from Natasha's hands. "i know it hurts. but no more than breaking the whole kitchen. does it?"

"i lost," she murmurs, gaze fixated on a spot on the floor. clearly she wasn't listening to whatever captain america was saying. "i lost them. i-i lost everything,"

Steve takes a deep breath and throws the dirty wipes on the bin, grabbing the bandages. he scooted his chair closer to where Natasha was sitting, a defeated look on his face.

"i don't know what i am supposed to tell you." he admits, wrapping the bandages carefully around all the cuts and bruises on the spy's hands. "i watched you reject their love and care for you. i watched you pushing them away."

"i'm a lost cause," she murmurs — being cut off by a sob escaping her throat. a loud, pained sob, as the events of the past few days registered on her mind. she was still a human being to prevent a break down from happening. "i-i don't know what to do, Steve,"

his eyes shows concern as he finishes patching her up. he sighs heavily and pulls the woman into his arms, cradling her trembling frame, allowing her to cry. he takes a look around — the microwave, stove, windows, glasses, plates. everything breakable, Natasha had punched. they now despite everything, had a kitchen to reform.

— ₊⊹ ★

the street was empty. there were no cars, or no neighbors. you unfortunately — yes, unfortunately — had been one of the lucky ones who Thanos didn't snap. what was the point of continuing to live if you had no friends, no family, and now, not even your loved one anymore? giving her a time was supposed to feel freeing, but you had nothing to free yourself from. you had nothing other than that.

you kicked the suitcases inside your old house and shut the door close. the silence felt terrifying now. you felt like you could go insane anytime. you sat down by the doorframe and ran your hands through your hair, leaning your head back against the wall with a thud.

the atmosphere was so different from the Avengers Tower. previously, living with a bunch of superheroes was so fun. especially when you weren't one. you loved being in the middle of so many dangerous missions and sobrenatural stuff — little did you know it would become that.

you missed your best friends. the laughter shared with everyone. Tony, Bruce, Thor, Cap, Clint. Yelena and Kate too. Wanda.. and now it was just you. you, the faint blow of the wind. nothing else.

it was an endless nightmare that certainly couldn't get any worse. right?

your watch showed 7pm. you stood up and walked to the balcony, where you could see practically the whole New York, and the glow from the Tower you used to live. the stars were twinkling. your gaze locked on them, as you prayed for anything, anything that could see you, or sense you, to get you out of this.

— ₊⊹ ★

Natasha was back on her office, after making herself a couple of peanut butter sandwiches and tearfully biting on the bread. Tony walked in a few minutes later, holding a sleeping Morgan on his hip.

she raised an eyebrow, not speaking, not wanting to wake the little girl up. Tony sighed, siting on the sofa. he whispered to Natasha, knowing she could hear. "Steve told me about the kitchen. and about you. so i had to come."

the redhead sighed and nodded in acknowledgement, holding her bandaged hands up, chuckling humorlessly. "i'm a hundred percent lost. i don't think i have much time left, honestly."

"shush with that." Tony tsks and shake his head. he holds Morgan closer, watching as Natasha cleared her throat, her heart aching for what Tony had. "we'll figure something out,"

"easy for you to say," she whispers shakily, pointing her head at his daughter in his arms. he knows what she's talking about, but couldn't do much.

they fell in a silence again, before receiving a call on the panel. it had been ages since they received one. Tony frowned, sitting more upright. "is that an old message?"

"is there anyone home? this is Scott Lang. hi, hi! we met a few years ago at the airport? in Germany?! ant-man? i know you know that, i got Captain America here with me,"

"Scott, Scott. calm down. they can see us. wait until they open the gate."

"it's the front gate," Natasha weakly stands up and look at the image of ant-man and captain america, a tiny, tiny flicker of hope showing on her eyes as she thinks of the possibilities for them to be together.

as they allow the other two inside, Tony goes up to let Morgan sleep in one of the dormitories. Scott paces around, muttering to himself. Natasha watched, confused.

"Scott, calm down." Steve says, placing a hand on the man's shoulder to stop him. "let's tell them what happened, easy."

"have either of you guys ever studied quantum physics?" he asks, eyes searching around until they landed on Natasha's sandwiches. "is that anyone's sandwich? god, i'm starving." he rushes to the desk and grabs it, taking a giant bite out of it.

"only to make conversation," Natasha comments, narrowing her eyes.

"alright, so. five years ago, right before... before Thanos, i was in a place called the quantum realm. it is like it's own microscopic universe, you have to be incredibly small to get in there. i got stuck in there, for 5 years.. because.. the person supposed to pull me out was snapped."

"i'm sorry." the russian whispers, clearing her throat. "that must have been long five years."

"except it wasn't. for me, it was 5 hours," Scott continues, making Natasha frown even more. "time works differently there."

Tony seemed to get a finger on what he was talking about. he shook his head and shoved his hands into his jeans' pockets. "so you want us to navigate the quantum realm. you want to create a time machine."

"not a time machine. it's.. it's.. it's crazy, it's.." he mumbles, huffing frustratedly. "yes, a time machine."

"no, absolutely not." Tony says firmly, not having to think twice. "quantum fluctuation messes with the planck scale. which triggers the deutsch proposition. in layman's terms, means you're not coming home."

"Scott did." Steve shrugs, simply.

"no. he accidentally survived." iron man insists. "it's a billion to one cosmic fluke. and now you wanna pull your so called.. 'time heist'?"

"the stones are in the past. if we go back, we can get them," Natasha nods slowly, her expression changing to a more determined one. "we can snap our own fingers. we can bring everybody back."

"or screw it up worse than he already has. right?" Tony chuckles and denies it once more. "no. i'm not doing this."

"Tony." Natasha murmurs. "we have to take a stand."

"we know you got a lot on the line. you got a wife, a daughter. but i lost someone very important to me. all of us did. it's not only you we are talking about here," Steve explains and Natasha flinches at the mention. "there's somebody who i absolutely know will help you, help us,"

the redhead looks down, a bittersweet smile crossing her lips. "they're not really talking to me right now. but if you ask them, Tony. isn't that a shot worth taking?"

"oh. you all mean Natasha's partn—" Scott mumbles, but is interrupted by Steve smacking his shoulder.

Tony seems to think for a while, but eventually, his walls break, as he remembers you. all the times you helped with his projects, how nothing ever failed when you teamed up. yup. to your house he went.

— ₊⊹ ★

"so basically, in Saint Francisco, ant-man suddenly left the quantum realm and Steve found him laying in a bunch of boxes in an abandoned parking lot."

you listened to Tony's explanation wide-eyed, not believing a single word. you smirked somehow. it took a lot to even let him in, you only did it because he had his daughter anyway. and now he was asking for you to suddenly go back to where you left.

"and now, you all want to pair up again and build a time machine and time travel." you ask, but it sounds more like an affirmation.

"you see, they took a while to convince me too." he says, looking into your eyes. Tony wasn't the selfish man he usually was. he was genuinely concerned, and seemed to consider the request.

"because you don't wanna lose her,"

you say quietly, as Morgan snuggles up against you. you were the one who always took care of her when Pepper and him couldn't. she was like a niece for you. a rush of wind causes the girl to shiver and mumble something, but she quickly goes back to sleep. you carefully lean your head down against the girl's.

"... Pepper and i already consulted FRIDAY." Tony gulps, nodding. "it might work. can you believe that? we are actually able to time-travel."

"usually you'd say that's horseshit," you snicker, coaxing a small laugh out of Tony.

"i did say that." he nods, wrapping his arm around you both, allowing your weight to rest on him.

it was good to know you still had a friend, something to take care of. and also, someone needed this to work as much as you did. and you didn't want that person to think you had forgotten about her.

"..fine." you mumble, tucking a strand of hair behind Morgan's ear. "when and how are we doing that?"

— ₊⊹ ★

seemingly, everyone was back. well, the glimpse of who the team was.

Thor had gained a few pounds and hadn't gotten his beard done for ages. Clint, looked like a teenager who liked being emo. Tokyo did something to him. Bruce, had somehow joined himself and the Hulk, and now he was green all the time. a lot changed ever since you saw everybody.

"okay, here we go. time-travel test number one," you say, holding the clipboard where you noted the events. "Scott, fire up the... uh, the van thing."

he opens the back of the van which was being used as the time-travel portal and fires up the engine. Steve sets the emergency generators, as Scott puts the helmet on.

"i'm sending you back a week, let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds." you explain, taking a step back.

"we got this," Natasha says apprehensively, picking on her nails.

you look at her with your peripheral vision, taking a long, sharp breath, trying to focus on the main task there. bring everybody back, before thinking of your previous relationship.

Scott is send back a week, then. the propellant pulls him inside the portal and in a count of three, you press all the buttons again, and boom. ant-man, perfectly fine.

"time travel!" Bruce-Hulk exclaims. "i knew it would work! you're the best,"

"mhm," you hum, bittersweetly smiling and sighing in relief. "now, it's simple, we just gotta find a way to know where the stones are, travel, come back, and everything is solved."

"good job," Tony throws you a smile. you return it.

"this is how we're doing it," Clint steps in, and everyone looks at him. "we're taking Nebula, Rhodey, Rocket and all the Guardians of the Galaxy. we're gonna need as much as back-up possible. we know the how, now, it's the where, and the when."

"to the meeting room we go," you comment, placing the clipboard down and walking back inside.

— ₊⊹ ★

"almost everyone in this room had an encounter with at least one of the six infinity stones," Steve says, pointing at the images of the stones showing on FRIDAY's pannel.

"i haven't," you whisper, covering your mouth to prevent a chuckle from escaping. "i have no idea what the hell you're all talking about."

"regardless," Bruce sighs. "we only got enough pym-particles for one round-trip each."

"and the stones had been in a lot of different places throughout our history." Natasha finishes, following the path of thought.

the Avengers analyze each stone and recall in which time of their lives they had found each stone, so that they could pick their targets correctly and find them. until Nebula begins talking about the last one. the soul stone. "Thanos found the soul stone in Vormir."

"what's Vormir?" Natasha asks, grabbing her notepad and a pen. the explanation, though, was not something you were expecting.

"a dominion of death." Nebula whispers. "at the very center of celestial existence. it's where.. my sister was murdered. by him."

that word. death. the team sees how it affected both Natasha and you. she shifted uncomfortably on the couch and finished scrabbling on the paper, dropping it on the coffee table in front of her.

"we got a plan." Steve speaks, breaking the awkward silence. "six stones, three teams, one shot."

"am I going?" you ask quietly, looking at everyone who shook their heads at you.

"no, of course not." Natasha was the first to reply. "you're strong, mentally. but you're not a superhero. you're staying here to pull us out as soon as we're back. copy?"

that didn't feel right. and Natasha felt your uneasiness. it broke her so much to know you were still concerned for her. you both weren't in the right places for her to comfort you, so she stayed right where she was.

— ₊⊹ ★

Natasha 'flew' to so called Vormir with one and only objective. making things right. it wasn't true to say she wasn't a little shaken by Nebula's words before. but if it meant dying, to get her family back, get her sister back, and her lover back, she wouldn't hesitate.

it was damn creepy. the sky was a mixture of purples and blues and blacks, mountains covered in snow and long, long cliffs.

"you okay?" Clint places his hand on Nat's back as he sees her expression. she's scared.

"i will be," she whispers, giving him a not-so-convincing smile. "as soon as we accomplish our mission."

the truth was that she was scared of not seeing you again. not seeing your smile for a last time, hearing your voice once more. she had lost everything already, but not you. you stayed. the universe had decided to keep you there with her, that had to mean something. and she was only realizing how much of an idiot she had been right now. the potential last moments she had you by her side, she discarded like they were nothing.

"no time to think back, Natasha." Clint breaks her out of her trance and nudges her shoulder. she gulps nervously and follows him.

the two continue to walk up the mountain, until a strange voice calls out for them. Clint unsheathes his sword and Natasha pulls out her gun.

"Natasha, daughter of Ivan. Clint, son of Edith."

"consider me a guide," the voice continues, "to you, and to all who seek the soul stone."

"good." Natasha comments dryly, aiming at the figure in the black robe. "you tell us where it is, and we'll be on our way."

the figure approaches them, revealing the creature under the black fabric. Red Skull. "what you seek, lies ahead of you."

a glow comes from the end of the cliff, and they both know what it means immediately. they lower their weapons and secure them again.

"in order to get what you want, you need to lose what you love the most. a soul for a soul."

Natasha's eyes lock on the glow coming from down below. those were like two pieces of a puzzle. the sparkle her eyes had lost. it was what she needed to do. she nad nothing to live for. she had already disappointed you, and besides, it would bring your family back — the perfect call. you would be happy again. away from her. freed from her.

"promise me something?" she whispers, taking baby steps towards the edge, and Clint follows. "tell my love i'm sorry."

"Natasha, stop.'' he places his hand on her shoulder and turns her to look at him. he knew that look. determination, pure determination.

"five years. five years and all i did was screw up." she points at herself, voice shaking with raw emotion. "five years and i didn't do a single thing right. i never did, actually, but now its worse."

"Natasha—,"

"promise me." she repeats, desperately grabbing on Clint's suit, squeezing him. "promise me you'll tell them i'm sorry, that i loved them more than anything in the world. that they were the best thing that ever happened to me."

"no, you'll tell them yourself,"

"promise me!" she yells, feeling tears build on her eyes.

Clint stumbles backwards in awe, dumbfounded. what the hell was he going to do? lose Natasha like that? it didn't seem like she was going to back off from this, and if he didn't promise, he'd make her even more disappointed. and it took only a single nod from Clint for Natasha to use her widow's bite and punch him down against the floor, and run towards the end. "i'm sorry. i love you,"

"what the hell?" he mutters and squirms out of the webs, pulling out his hook — he hooks Natasha, and the other end, he hooks on the rock surface. they both hang out of the cliff. "you're a pain in the ass, y'know that?"

Natasha held onto Clint's wrist tightly, the thread of her lifeline almost breaking. she silently told Yelena a goodbye, letting the faint images of you and her together play on her brain. with that, she was in peace.

"no." he feels himself start to panic, as he restlessly tries to pull them both upwards again. failing. "please, Natasha."

"thank you for saving me. for not killing me on that rooftop on Budapest." she grabs her hand knife. "you gave me the chance to have the only thing i ever wanted."

a love. someone to call hers.

"it's okay." the redhead finishes, and takes a deep, final breath. "goodbye, Clint." she cuts the rope off.

the last thing she feels is the wind on her face, and then, an everlasting silence. oops, she doesn't feel anymore. the pain was over. it never existed. from now on, her soul would rest along the memories she had built with you. even if the memories of her suffering were stronger.

the soul stone was now in Clint's hands.

— ₊⊹ ★

"tell me you're lying." you shake your head, taking long, slow breaths.

"i'm so sorry—"

"tell me, you're fucking lying!"

your scream shatters Clint's heart more than he could handle. he looks down, shaking his head in denial.

"you're telling me, she sacrificed herself for the sake of a world who didn't value her," you sharply grab his arm and push him back against the wall. "in the past, in a complete foreign place, and i didn't even had the chance to see her again!?"

it was too much. you sob, covering your mouth and falling to the floor. Clint crouches down with you, his feelings matching yours exactly. you cry, wrapping your arms around yourself and trying to ignore the coldness from the tile floor — or just how cold your body actually felt.

"i'm sorry, Natasha," you whisper to the air, curling yourself into a ball. "i'm so sorry, my love. i'm so, so sorry. wherever you are, i hope you can hear me. i'm so goddamn sorry."

yeah, surely it wasn't going to be easy to live with the glimpse of her everywhere. you weren't even going to live with it. you'd do everything, everything to avenge her, something her own superhero friends didn't do — and go to see her once more.

the blip had destroyed everything. it took everything from you. thinking again, no, it wasn't cool to live with a bunch of superheroes.

( @scarjosii22, finalmente terminei a fanfic 😭 me matei pra escrever tudo isso, tô esperando meu pagamento 😋)

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zvhiux34 · 28 days ago

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(1th pic: GRVHHHV 2nd pic: Credits to its owner).

Plot: Your father discovers your relationship with König, and things gone wrong.

Pairing: König x virgin reader

warnings: Descriptions of violence, blood, angst, fluff. Age gap+10 years (She 18yo, König 30yo). Sexual inuendos. English it's not my first language. Eventual smut.

W.c: 1.5k

What a treasure to have found you.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 PT.6

Your father punched you in the face, then in the stomach, so hard that all the air left your lungs.

Then, he grabbed a handful of your hair with force, you felt how each strand of hair was pulled from the roots.

The pain was latent and unbearable.

—Your little dumb head thought I wasn't goin' to find out, huh?—He spat at you, his alcoholic breath disgusted you— That my daughter was a dirty, cheap bitch who gives herself to the first cock she sees.

Tears begin to slide down your cheeks while your arms uselessly try to support themselves on the ground to lessen the pain, which your body expresses through loud sobs.

Your father threw your head he had in his hand with force, the impact of the floor hits you like a realization of your mistake, while the pain spread.

—And by the way, you were thinkin' of leaving, you dirty whore —From the floor, your eyelids slowly open, and you feel your heart stop, you watch your wretched father holding the wad of bills you jealously kept in your drawer while he looks at you mockingly.

The fruit of your work was now at his mercy. He had taken away the key to your freedom.

«I have to escape»

The sting of adrenaline in your blood gives you a minimum of strength to get up despite the strong bruises that block your ability to move, but you feel a direct kick to your left leg, which causes you to cry out in pain as you collapse back to the floor.

And then, fear enters the room, as you cannot make your limbs respond in pain.

In situations like this, there is no other option but to beg for your life.

To beg your own father not to hurt you anymore.

—Please... don't h-hurt me anymore.

You witnessed how a machiavellian smile appeared on his face.

—And the best part hasn't come yet— He stated.

It's your end, you begin to slowly lose consciousness with your body bruised.

«Why didn't I leave before?»

It's the last thing you think before falling unconscious.

Thus leaving you totally at the mercy of your father, who had returned with an empty bottle of beer in his hand.

The last thing you heard... was the front door slamming open, and loud...footsteps? echoing through the floor.

For a moment you thought you knew the origin.

You thought it was too good to be true.

You feel a heaviness in your body as if you were at the bottom of the sea, with its force sinking you little by little until your body is deposited at the bottom.

But you inhale air.

And you notice that you are resting on a stretcher.

Your eyelids slowly open as you adjust to the light, you come across the sight of a flat ceiling like those found in hospital rooms.

«But how?»

You turn your head to your right side, then to the left, you had to blink a couple more times, because you couldn't believe König was the person who was dozing on the sofa in the room.

There, you begin to put the loose ends together.

You try to say his name several times to get his attention, but your throat was dry as a desert. But your pitiful attempt was enough to echo in his light sleep.

You watched as the soldier's eyes slowly widened... And he realized that you had woken up, he jumped directly to the side of your bed and took your hand delicately with his, taking into account the intravenous line in it.

The feeling of warmth that emanates from his hands transmits a sensation of well-being to you.

—My princess...—König looked at you with eyes of infinite adoration, as if he had never seen anything so beautiful until you appeared—Are you okay? How do you feel?

But there was also the shadow of sadness...and anger, for not being able to prevent your father's dirty hands from harming you.

You pointed to a glass jar with your finger, he understood the message and poured some water into a glass, which he carefully brought to your mouth, the liquid refreshed the desert of your throat.

—What happened? —You questioned.

König, with a little hesitation at first, sat on the edge of the bed... And he finished telling you the events, while you listened in silence.

After leaving you, he was mentally prepared to follow your plan, but when he crossed the block he changed his mind and went back to convince you to go with him, that same night.

But when he arrived, he heard screams from outside and began to see red.

He put on his mask and got out of the car and knocked down the door of your house and made his way until he reached your room.

It only took him to see you unconscious on the floor, and your wretched father about to give you the final blow.

But he didn't have time to respond when the soldier gave him two blows from behind to incapacitate him. Then, he took your body from the floor and began to look for the way to the exit.

At this point, your face reflected the level of mortification you had.

You couldn't believe what the soldier has just told you.

If König was upset when you confessed to him about the abuse, you cannot imagine his reaction when he found that scene.

He just turned into someone else. The fierce and big soldier on the battlefield without mercy to anyone who crosses his path.

But here he was, at your side after saved your life treating you with a endless tenderness.

—It wasn't how I imagined meeting my father-in-law,—He shrugged— But I have to recognize the old man knows how to fight, too.

The soldier lifted the long sleeve of his shirt, and you looked in astonishment at the large cuts that were covered by a bandage on his burly arm.

You weren't the only one who needed medical assistance. And suddenly guilt sank your already broken heart.

The tears you tried to hold back began to roll uselessly down your cheeks.

—I'm sorry, König, I'm so sorry.

He shook his head.

—I don't have to forgive you for anything, my princess. You're absolutely not to blame for anything—He comfort you, but that didn't melt away the guilt you carry inside.

Suddenly, the doctor entered the room with your tests in hand. After he presents himself, he explained the numerous bruises you had around your body.

And how lucky you were not to have any internal bleeding given how strong the impacts were in different areas of your body.

—I would like you to stay overnight so I can monitor you— He suggested while checking the x-rays —Tomorrow we will do more tests and if you don't present any more abnormalities, you can go.

After a pause, the doctor asked you what had happened to you, and began to talk to you about the medical protocol with victims of violence.

Which clearly, it was your case.

You swallowed as he explained to you that they performed enough tests to be able to file a formal complaint against your aggressor, among other things, such as the psychological support program offered by the hospital, and the safety assessment of the environment in which you live.

You ended by telling him the aggressor was your father, and the next day you were going to leave your house...until this happened. But you assured him that you were not going to return there after today.

The doctor listened to you attentively until the end.

—I'm sorry for everything that happened to you —He assured— Starting tomorrow, you can be discharged and you will have the pertinent medical tests to file the complaint.

—Thank you very much, doctor.

—And also, the hospital has the contact of different shelter and help programs that they offer to young people who suffer from domestic violence.

«Yes, like me»

You were going to answer that you already had another place to live, but your tongue stopped as you remembered your father with your money in his hands.

You just nodded as the doctor turned his gaze to König, who was next to you.

—You are...?

—Her fiancé.

—Okay, that's all I have to tell you. See you tomorrow.

After the doctor left, you began to play with your thumbs nervously.

König's answer wasn't what made you like this, but the fact that now you had no place to return to, nor resources to spend the night somewhere.

The soldier, who had been looking at you all this time, seemed to read the new doubts that arose in your head.

—Meine Liebe —He lifted your chin with his fist— You will go live with me, everything will be fine.

Apparently, your face of astonishment was noticeable, that's why he took both of your hands, and continued talking

— You're not and will never be a burden for me, with me you will not lack anything, I promise you.

You realized your greatest fear had become reality, despite all your efforts.

But it did not turn out the way you had believed.

You could see that König welcomed you with open arms from the depths of his heart. You smiled shyly as you spoked the clearest «Thank you» that your broken voice allowed you to say, and you hid your face in his chest while he covered you with his arms and let you cry in silence.

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