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phyrestartr · 8 months ago

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Icarus, I Am Devoted | Sukuna x M!Reader

Main Fic W/C: 5.9k Bonus Drabbles W/C: 1.6k

[#Modern AU, ABO dynamics, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, Mob Boss!Sukuna, Alpha!Sukuna, Street Doctor!Reader, Omega!Reader, toxic relationships, age gap, sukuna is mid 30s, yuuji gang and reader are mid 20s, sukuna and yuuji are brothers, sukuna has FEELINGS, but he is BAD AT FEELINGS, nsfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, I KINDA EDITED BUT I JUST WANT THIS TO BE YEETED INTO THE OPEN OK BYE SORRY IF PARTS ARE CLUNKY]

@better-imagination-9 I summon thee

Sukuna didn't like Yuuji getting caught up in his business.

He was too brash, thought himself too badass for the world to take down, thought gang life wasn't as bad as it was made out to be, just because his older brother was involved. Sukuna didn't know where the fuck he got that idea–the tattooed menace had killed people, stolen money, sold shit that ruined lives. It was fun for him, sure, but not so much for bystanders.

“You're an idiot,” Sukuna growled as he dragged his brother into his office and threw him at the chaise lounge while they waited for their doctor on demand.

“H-hey, come on, man! It's, uh, it's not even that bad–” Yuuji grimaced, though, holding at the wound gushing blood from his arm. “You've had worse!”

Sukuna laughed bitterly as his henchmen flooded the room and made necessary preparations for their aid's arrival. “You and I are fucking built different, Yuuji--you’re too damn soft for–”

“I'm not,” Yuuji snapped, honeyed eyes blazing. “I'm not.”

Sukuna laughed again, then ripped his plush, leather chair across the room, sending it hurtling into the expensive ebony walls he encased his place of business in. He roared in overwhelming fury as it clattered to the floor.

“How hard is it for you to listen? How come you can never just fucking–”

“Yelling won't solve things,” your cool voice interrupted as you hurried into the room, medical bag in hand. “I thought you learned that by now.”

Sukuna whirled on his heel. His hands were still fisted in his hair and his blood boiled, but now, there existed an explosive tension with you in the room.

You, his pretty little omega. The one he chased away. The one he still craved. The one that drove him insane.

“Uraume,” Sukuna growled, crimson eyes locking onto his most devoted.

“My apologies,” they said with a pensive look and deep bow, “he was the only one willing to come.”

“So mind your manners, or I'll let your brother bleed out,” you said airily, so haughty and bitchy and annoying. But Sukuna knew you wouldn't let Yuuji die. You wouldn't let him suffer with a wound like that–you were too fond of the little brat.

Sukuna snarled in frustration and fixed his jacket with sharp tugs. “Just fix him.”

He stalked away, ignoring the way Yuuji yelled at him before preening at you as you tended to him. Sukuna knew his brother had a bit of a thing for you, his bitch, which caused more than a handful of problems with the two arguing and fighting for your affections. Naturally, you chose Sukuna. Of course you would.

The alpha's frustrations boiled, reducing the rage in his gut into simmering desire. He leaned his head back against the elevator mirror with a sigh as it shot up toward the penthouse--the one you, too, used to occupy. The one where you'd spread your legs for him, drowning in expensive, black silk sheets while he bred you like the good little thing you were. The one where you'd cook for him if (when) you woke up before him the morning after. The one where you first whispered I love you against his skin when you thought he was asleep.

The elevator doors dinged open, and he stormed out, eager to rid himself of the tightness pulling at his slacks. A cigar and a drink sounded good, too.

–

Ding.

He knew it was you. It had to be you. You were a good person, willing to let Uraume rest while you gave your ex the update he needed about his brother. After all, you didn't fear him, nor did you yearn to please him. You were more than capable of delivering shit news and getting off scotch free.

“So?” Sukuna took a deep puff from his cigar and leaned further into the balcony railing as you approached.

You hummed as you sidled up next to him, tucking some of your hair behind your ear as the breeze tugged at it. “He'll be fine. Yuuji's tough. He's a bit shaken up now that the adrenaline’s worn off, though.”

“Maybe that'll teach that idiot not to get shot.”

“Probably not.”

“Probably not,” Sukuna sighed, tapping off a dash of ash from the butt of his cigar just before it was plucked from his hands. “Oi.”

“These things'll kill you,” you scolded airily. “So will that.” You tried reaching for the crystalline glass of amber, too, when Sukuna scoffed and took a sip to spite you.

“Don't,” he snarled. Any normal omega would have backed away. Any normal omega would have keened. Any normal omega would have tried to please him up with a sweet scent of submission. But you were a different breed entirely.

“Don't growl at me–” you gaped as Sukuna downed the expensive liquor before whipping the glass at the skyline. “Sukuna.”

He stalked back into his penthouse with heavy steps as he ran his hands through his hair. He had to busy his fingers, his palms, just so he wasn't tempted to touch you, to grab you like he was used to. It'd been years since you were properly together–properly engaged in fact–but he still couldn't shake those infuriating fucking habits. You were a cancer in his mind, plaguing his body and thoughts.

But he didn't want you to leave. Maybe he liked the chase. Maybe he just liked how his entire, explosive world narrowed down to just one infuriating thing that he wanted so badly. He didn't know. Maybe he didn't need to know.

Sukuna poured himself another drink and collapsed onto his soft leather couch with a deep sigh. His arms draped along the back, one hand still holding the glass by the rim. He let his head fall back, and stared at the ceiling.

Thankfully, you wandered in. And you wandered toward him, not to the door like you usually did when his temper flared and he acted out. Something small and pathetic in him uncoiled and settled down, purring in content when you took a seat beside him.

“What's going on?” you asked quietly. Your fingertips singed sparks of pleasure against his skin where you touched: his cheekbones, his hairline, his furrowed brow.

He lolled his head to the side to look at you, his stupid pretty boy. “Nothing.” Not even Sukuna believed that.

You brushed his hair back, and the stupid alpha in him rose to the surface and moaned. “Yuuji’s not behaving?” Your warm palm cupped his cheek, and he leaned into it.

“That little shit never behaves,” he mumbled through the vibrato of purrs rumbling from his chest. “Gonna make me die young.”

“Hm. Is that why you haven't slept?”

“I'm sleeping.”

“How much?”

“Enough.”

“Sukuna.”

“I said–”

“You and I have different definitions of ‘enough,’” you chided lightly, like you were scolding one of your cats. “You look tired.”

“Maybe it's because my mate scampered off in the middle of the night.”

“Don't blame this on me.”

“Why not?” Wine-red eyes glowered at you, deciding whether he should dominate or decimate you. “It's your fault.”

You recoiled the slightest bit, your top lip twitching in that oh-so familiar way it did whenever you were close to snarling and snapping at him. You had such a temper for such a calm thing. Sukuna would be lying if he said he didn't try to rile you up on purpose.

“Ho? What,” he started, grinning wickedly when you made a move to get up, but his arms snaked around you and held like wrought iron. “Feelin’ guilty?”

“No,” you hissed, half-pissed by his drink spilling on you, half-pissed by his accusation. “Let go. I'm leaving.”

“Leaving?” He crooned. “You always get so pissy when I don't wanna talk, ‘n now that I'm in the mood, you're tryna leave? Come on, sweetheart, that's not fair.”

“I don't feel like fucking fighting tonight,” you snapped, and Sukuna stayed quiet for a change. “Yuuji got shot. You look like shit. And we--I haven't–” you took a deep breath. “Can't we just be civil for a night? Can't we just talk about–”

“About what?”

“About whatever.”

“Fine.”

“Alright. Okay.”

Somewhere behind the haze of alcohol, Sukuna's consciousness celebrated–this could be his shot at starting to fix things. This was his moment to rebuild that lost relationship and maybe clean up a space in his life for you to sit safely in. Your expectant expression agreed with him. You looked quite cute, what with your big eyes and the way you leaned into him. But instead–

“Was it a boy or a girl?” Sukuna asked before taking a sip of whatever remained in his glass.

You blinked and shook your head, eyes narrowing the slightest as you looked over his face. “What?” You asked.

Sukuna snorted and turned to face you, one arm gesturing with his scotch glass while the other arm stayed slung across the back of the couch. “I said,” he started, gesturing to your stomach and chuckling through his low, bassy words, “boy or girl? If it was a girl, then maybe the world did you a favour. You know how it is for women in this day and age.”

You stared blankly like you were shellshocked, and Sukuna bubbled with near-manic, reedy laughter until you got up and walked to the door.

“Oi, where the hell are you going, huh?” He got up and followed you, hastening his steps when he saw you b-line for the door. “Omega.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, purring into your ear as he pressed his chest to your back. “Come on, we can make another one. You'd like that, huh?”

“Get off,” you barked, ripping his arms away from you. But he grabbed you again and spun you back to face him. You shoved him back, your mind whirling in a chaotic waltz drenched with grey thoughts and crimson rain that almost drowned out the words he barked at you until–

Whack.

He hit you. Backhanded, fingers adorned with thick, bulky rings and knuckles that'd seen too many fights. A natural disaster contained in the vessel of a mortal man–sometimes, he didn't know his own capabilities.

“Shit,” Sukuna mumbled, scrambling to set down his glass to, what, tend to you? Rewind time? Sure. “Babe–”

But you, too, were a natural disaster. The tsunami that came after an earthquake, raising tides high and staring down at split earth with a taunt: you think you're bad? Watch this.

Thwack.

You snatched up that bottle of fancy scotch and hit a home run, watching Sukuna collapse to the floor.

–

Sukuna woke up with a concussion, his wallet missing, and one of his favourite cars torched.

It got him riled up. He was too ready to hunt you down and make you rectify your mistakes–that is, until he remembered why you did what you did.

Boy or girl?

Maybe the world did you a favour.

Fuck. He flew way too close to the sun this time.

He watched you stack up expenses on his card instead of hunting you. Your little rage-filled crime spree was kind of funny anyway, and he couldn’t help but hope it made you feel at least a little better.

Though he knew it could never. Nothing could make it better.

–

“You should quit messing around with him,” Ieiri said as she tended to the half-dead gangster laying on her operating table. “He's bad news. A kid like you shouldn’t be getting involved.”

The one little, wiggly lucid part of Sukuna wanted to strangle Ieiri; you were young, sure, but not stupid. Sukuna wouldn't go so far as to say you were mature for your age, no, but you'd been beaten down by life and forced into the role of an adult for long enough that it'd changed your way of thinking, of perceiving the world. You could make your own choices–just as long as it involved him.

“You're not the first person to tell me that,” you said softly, words rising with a small, warm chuckle. “Good guys try way too hard to put on a show, to hide how garbage they can be.” You squeezed Sukuna's hand and ran your thumb over his split knuckles. “Guys like him show you who they really are right away. Then, you get to figure out what his good side is like.”

–

You were there again. In the elevator, looking a little pensive beyond your cool exterior.

Sukuna took a drag from his cigarette as he stepped in beside you. The button for his penthouse leered at him and whispered, “you have time.”

All he had to do was think of what to say. The right course of action was obvious, but–well, was it really his fault? He couldn't accept that 100%. You clocked him upside the head with a fucking glass bottle and stole his–

“Those things'll kill you.” Your fingers snatched the smoke from his lips before he realized it. He caught you butting it out on the fancy gold railings.

“I like things that can kill me,” he hummed, lighting another cigarette and chuckling when you snatched that one too. “What, scared of a little competition?”

“Yes.”

Oh. Sukuna liked that.

“I, uh,” you started, fumbling with your pockets before handing something over. “Found this.”

Sukuna glanced your way finally. He couldn't help but laugh as he plucked the wallet from your hands.

“Found it, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“Such a benevolent, pious thing. I would've kept it.”

“Yeah, well. You're a dick. ‘Course you would.”

“Where'd you find it?”

“My pocket.”

“No shit.”

“Yeah. Weird.”

The elevator doors dinged open, revealing the empty hall leading to the penthouse. He glanced down at the door before looking back down at you.

“Have a drink with me.”

Your expression soured.

Sukuna threw his arm against the doors to keep them open. “Coffee?”

Your brows lifted, the creases smoothing from your face. “Coffee.”

Sukuna's alpha bloomed with pleased content. He sidled up next to you and rested his broad hand on the small of your back, leading you down the hall.

“With a bit of Baileys.”

“No Baileys.”

–

He let you try to sooth his stress while you waited for your favourite, poor-person coffee to brew.

You straddled his thick thighs as you kissed at his neck. Your hands roamed and threaded through his gelled hair, your blunt nails dragged along his scalp, coaxing rumbling purrs out of your alpha.

“Shit,” he moaned, leaning back into your hands, digging his head into your digits and grumbling like an old dog. You hummed in sympathy, and gave him harsher scritches, making his knee bounce in double time like a dog getting the spot scratched.

You weren’t done, though. You licked at his neck’s scent gland and coaxed more of his natural musk to the surface to mix with yours–a classic way to get one’s partner to calm down. You were methodical as fuck about it, too, knowing how Sukuna’s stress abruptly blocked any good scents in favour of excreting foul, angry odors into the air when he was pissed. Or, sometimes, he’d shut down completely, the only scent coming from what clung to his skin and clothes.

And so, he needed a little more TLC to get things flowing again, to make his body disarm and let the good vibes flow.

You nipped the swollen spot lightly, eliciting a strangled growl from the man. “Too rough?” Your tongue pressed at the spot again, and pulled more of that deep purring out of him. “Maybe not.”

“By all means, rough me up.” That was as close to a warning as you would get from a greedy bastard like Sukuna. He wanted you to bite harder, to break skin and set the wild tornado of a mating rut into motion. You were careful to avoid him when your unholy heats crashed down on you, but being in the presence of your estranged man when he was set off–well, it’d jumpstart your sex-crazed frenzy, too.

“Raincheck,” you murmured.

He huffed and rubbed circles in your hips before grabbing your ass and squeezing. “When's the last time–”

The coffee maker sang a tune and you got off, saved from your warm, fuzzy marking daze. “Does it matter?”

Sukuna got up and stalked after you, rubbing the ache out of his shoulder. “Like it or not, we're stuck with our binding vow.” His chest pressed to your back, his arms slipping around your waist as he leaned down to nuzzle into your skin. “Mated for life.” He couldn't help the smile that branded into your neck.

You cleared your throat and snatched up two mugs. “There're surgeries–”

“No.”

“How do you take your coffee again?” Hah. You didn't even try to argue it.

Sukuna's ego boomed. His scent grew more dominating and demanding in tow. “You know how I like it. You know the way I like everything.”

You scoffed and slapped his hand away, the sweet, teasing omega that happily marked him up and scented him to high heaven gone, now replaced with your annoying, bratty self. Ugh. He loved it as much as he hated it.

“You used to be cuter,” Sukuna commented, quiet and breathy, so out of character. His hands retreated back to hold your waist instead of keeping you trapped against him. “What happened to–”

“You know what happened.” You sounded tired, too. Angry. But not at the Sukuna standing with you right then and there.

Sukuna's old friend, unyielding frustration, bore down on him. He sucked his teeth and beat down the urge to snap, to yell and scream, claim it wasn't his fucking fault and that you never filled him in, so how could–

His forehead pressed against your shoulder. “I don't,” he sighed. “I don't fucking know, (Name). We lost our kid, I know that much, so what the fuck else is there?”

For a moment, he thought he'd lost you again. He expected you to whirl around, throw a cup at his head and curse him to hell to start off another fight; instead, you slipped out of his hands gently, and replaced your warmth with a cup of coffee.

“Come sit.”

Sukuna complied.

You tucked your legs up under you when you sat down. Your own mug was held snugly with both hands, yet your fingers fidgeted, twirling around whatever rings you had on while you thought of what to say.

“So,” you started. “How much do you know?”

Sukuna leaned back and thought. “Uraume called. Said something was wrong.” He could remember their voice ringing in his ear, that usual, frigid demeanor exploding into something panicked and tortured as they tried to comfort you, order idiots around, and explain the situation. “They didn’t know what, but said you were bein’ taken to Ieiri. I met ‘em there, Gojo wouldn’t let me come in.” He sighed, the memories pricking his nerves. “Told me you miscarried, and–well, that’s more or less it.”

You nodded a little, digesting the scraps of knowledge that’d been given to Sukuna. “I was alone,” you breathed. “I was–I’d been cramping. A lot. I thought–I didn't know–I just–I thought it was normal.” You cleared your throat, fidgeting more and only stilling when Sukuna's palm rested on your leg. You covered his hand with one of yours. “There was a lot of blood. I thought I was dying. Uraume and Yuuji took me to Ieiri.”

Sukuna remembered that, too. He remembered catching sight of you just before his brother carried you away from him. It was hard to forget the sound of your wailing amidst all that red–that damned noise came from hell itself, from the burning, fetid pits of agony and despair and up through your beautiful voice. For something so foul to touch you was nothing but blasphemous.

Sukuna tried to follow you in, but that moron Gojo wouldn’t let him in, spouting some bullshit about how he’d make things worse. Needless to say, Sukuna snapped, and Ieiri suddenly had more than a mourning omega to deal with.

“I pinned it on you to cope. I didn’t know what else to do.” You spared a shy glance at him before staring down again. “...Uraume filled me in, though. You were dealing with so much shit. All that crap with the Zenins. And you didn’t even–you didn’t even know I was knocked up until I wasn’t.” You sighed and sipped your drink before setting it aside. “Guess it was easier to blame you for everything than it was to just accept I got unlucky.”

“‘Unlucky’?” Sukuna repeated lowly, void of mirth for once.

You nodded. “Chromosome bullshit, garbage genetics, a shitty cervix. Coulda been anything.” Sukuna watched your expression shift from desolate to bitter. “And if you fuck up once and lose your pup, odds are it’ll happen again.”

“Says who?”

“Science. Doctors.”

“You really gonna take their word like that?” Your eyes met his, doey and expectant. “I'll gut ‘em myself if they say that shit next time you're knocked up.”

You looked a bit bashful then, looking away from him with pursed lips and glossy eyes. For a second, Sukuna thought you were about to snap and argue with him about how you vowed to never get pregnant again (which he'd indulge in), or maybe even bolt for the door (which he wouldn't allow), but instead, you grabbed the remote.

“Tch. Don't say such stupid shit. It's annoying.”

Sukuna could only grin to himself as you settled in beside him, tucking up against his side. Neither of you could swallow your pride enough to properly apologize for anything ever, but that wasn't necessarily needed–understanding was what was needed. Things had just become a little bit clearer.

–

For once, the alpha found himself at ease. Sure, you had your petty and some less-than-petty spats, but there was a coil of contentment that stayed at the forefront of Sukuna's mind through it all. Now, he no longer fumed nor bristled, no longer wondered if you really belonged to him, no longer thought about how to trap you if he wanted to keep you around.

Because you made more of an effort to see him, to call when you couldn't, to set his vicious wolf's heart at ease so he could rest soundly. He rested the most when you were so gracious as to curl up in those black, silken sheets with him, too.

Don't get too excited. It's just because we're mated; we'd go insane otherwise, Is how you rationalized it. And, honestly, it was cute to see you act so flippant and uncaring when Sukuna knew you were so the opposite.

Little liar. Loves playing pretend. He gently tucked stray hairs behind your ear as you snoozed soundly beside him. It was unlike you to sleep in so late (“late” meaning past 6am), and it was unlike Sukuna to wake up before you, so it must have been kismet.

Because this moment was the first in a long time where he got to touch you. Beyond the playful ass slaps and grabs at your hips, you never really let him feel you. Or did he just never try to touch you like this? Gently, just for the sake of feeling your skin and your warmth?

Sukuna was a brutal man. He didn't often have a chance to be careful. If he'd had that kid, then he might've learned how; he could've learned not to throw glasses at skylines, not to lash out at his omega, not to expect you to still love you when he broke you.

He brushed his thumb along your cheek and down to your jaw, admiring the soft skin and strong angle that led him to the curve of your chin, and your perfect lips. God, he wanted to kiss you. It'd been an eternity since he had a taste of you. Maybe if he was gentle–

I can do gentle. Sukuna shifted the slightest bit towards you until his nose lightly brushed against yours, until he felt your light breaths fan against his skin. Ah, why was his heart beating so fast now?

He did his best to ignore the way his pulse thundered in his ears when he brushed his lips against yours once more, before he kissed you softly. Gently. Perfectly. And he took his time parting. He had to savour the taste of your lips against his because who knew when he'd get to kiss you again?

I love you, he heard echo in his memories when your lips parted. But he never heard himself reply.

“Love you too, brat,” he murmured. “Don't you dare think otherwise.”

Your eyes opened a moment later. “You mean that?” came your reply, just as light and whispered. Sukuna felt waves of heat come off your skin–were you blushing?

Crimson eyes flickered from your bashful look to the slight parting of your lips and back again. “Always.” Even though he never said it. But he let you get away with everything to show that love–credit card theft, cracking him upside the head with a bottle, abandoning him for months on end.

A soft ‘hm’ hummed through you. Your sleepy gaze melted from Sukuna’s, and down to his lips, too, while your own pursed, pensive. Thoughtful. Christ, you were really something else–just a single look from you had his mind reeling, his chest easing into a warmth so reminiscent of a campfire, the sort you both used to sit around when you’d bullied Sukuna into buying one for his too-big balcony.

Back then, you were just “friends,” though the flirting and meaningful touches said otherwise. You were still a street doctor, introduced to him by Yuuji of all people, but you had more pep in your step, especially when you worked to try and swoon the hardened, deranged alpha you’d decided belonged to you. You’re mine, you said simply after shooting whatever whore the big, bad boss had hired for the night. The look in your eyes, cold and determined, got Sukuna achingly hard in an instant. He never wanted you to look at anyone else like that–your rage, your obsession, it could only ever be for him.

“‘M I still yours?” You still want me? You still love me? Am I still just for you?

You looked a little sentimental. A little sad, too, maybe. But maybe it was just the culmination of your fears and worries, your wants and desires finally breaking through your solemn being.

“I'm a minimalist at heart. I've only got room for so much.”

“Don't tell me you're back on that Kondo Marie kick–”

“But you're something I can't do without.” Yeah, I love you. I want you. I don't want much, but I want you. You're mine. “You bring me joy, or whatever the saying is. But I wanna beat the shit outta you sometimes for being a dumbass.”

Sukuna laughed and nudged your nose with his–a small, primal gesture of fondness. “Yeah, yeah, I'm aware. Tch. You're gonna have to be careful--you're gonna send my old ass to an early grave if you keep up with all this fiery youth shit.”

“Then I can inherit your fortune,” you offered airily before kissing him teasingly. Sukuna growled when your small fangs dug into his bottom lip playfully. “That'd be nice.”

“Hah. Everything's going to family–Yuuji, the old fart.” Sukuna pulled you in closer and purred as you complied. “You'd have to–”

“I'll marry you if that's what it takes,” you cooed, and Sukuna froze. You paused for a moment, too, before lifting yourself up to look down at his dumb face. “Oi.” You pat his cheek lightly but he scowled at you, half-cranky, half-defeated. “Eeeh? You mad?”

“Tch.”

“Awe, big alpha's mad.”

“Don't.” A command. A warning. One that had your subgender reeling and whimpering behind you, but your human side smiling, ready to mock.

You slid on top of him, straddling his waist and splaying your hands out on his broad, solid chest. Sukuna still kept his gaze elsewhere. Honestly, you couldn't blame him--you were in a mood.

“Oi,” you prodded, poking at his ridiculous pecs and tracing over the dark lines of his irezumi. “Hey. Don't pout.” But he grabbed your hands when your stupid fingers threatened to assault his nipples, and he continued to pout. “Come on, I said I'd marry you.”

“Tch.” You've said that before.

“I mean it.”

“Tch.” You’ve said that before, too.

You leaned down, and nuzzled the hollow of his cheek while he grumbled and grumped. “You don't like the idea of breeding me anymore? You don't want me to yourself, all caught up in your bedsheets with you between my legs? Hm? You don't wanna fuck me through my heat, knock me up a few more times, make me bare your children for the world to see how I belong to Ryoumen Sukuna? You don't want me to be drenched in your scent–”

You squeaked when your man flipped you around, pinning you before ripping off the sleep shorts keeping your skin from him. His rough fingers dove deep into your slicked up hole (apparently your long list of hypotheticals had worked you up into a soft, wet, pliant thing) and hurried to stretch you wide.

“Such an annoying little shit,” Sukuna grumbled. And you laughed, lightly and so achingly genuinely through your fluttery mewls and moans. “If you try ‘n back out this time, I'll break your fucking legs and tie you down to the bed, you got that? I'm not gonna be so fucking nice this time.”

“Eh? You were being nice last–” you whined when his wet fingers jammed into your mouth. But you obediently sucked and bit at them, holding onto his muscled arm for leverage while he kicked off his bottoms and pressed his sweltering tip to your soft entrance.

“You got no idea, princess.” Sukuna pushed in, groaning with ancient, cursed need as your insides welcomed him and obeyed, letting his uncomfortable size push you open. Seemed your body still remembered him. Wanted him as much as your stupid pretty mouth claimed.

You were gasping, your molars chewing into his fingers as your missing piece slid back into place, filling you up until it hurt to breathe. Strong thighs clamped down against Sukuna’s sides as he dragged you down, forcing the last bits of his cock into your very depths, squeezing a reedy whine out of you, before he pulled out and slammed right back in again and again and again.

Your cry nearly sent him over the edge. It was a loud, bassy thing, something like a cello toppling or having its string plucked too hard by a callous touch–a sound Sukuna reveled in. You were the only partner he'd had that was like this, so demanding and bitchy, absolutely horrible and as poisonous as alphas were, and he loved it. He lived and died by your gospel, by the very life that thrummed underneath his touch.

And you promised to be all his. Sukuna could have everything, anything and anyone, and that apparently included trapping and claiming a god. One that only he prayed to. One that'd only smile upon him. One that only delivered to him divine blessings.

What a divine gift.

He folded you in half with ease and blanketed your trembling body with his own. The fingers fucking into your mouth slipped out and down to your throat where they squeezed lightly; then, they traveled to the back of your neck, found your cute little nape, and squeezed.

Your eyes rolled back as your body arched up into him. Words left you in some ancient tongue neither you nor Sukuna could decipher. But it was a language of love and pleasure, the sort that brought delicious submission coiling through your blood in offering to the lowly creature devouring your holiness.

“Sukuna,” you choked out. Your fingers dug into his shoulder and fisted in his hair, pulling him closer to the old, scarred mark left there by him a decade ago. “‘Kuna, I need–”

The boss laughed low, but with fluttery, manic high tones warped throughout. “Need me to bite you? Mark you mine again?” He taunted. His nails dug into your soft side as he fucked into you harder, lifting your waist up to meet his brutal angle as his base started to swell. “I wanna hear you say it–say you need it, you want it. Say you need me to fill your guts every fucking night. Say I'm the only one who can get you there. I'm the only one–” his other hand grabbed your nape harder, forcing your submission further, forcing your neck to the side to present it to him.

Then, with a snarl, he added, “say ‘I do.’”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you murmured those very words into his ear.

I do.

Sukuna's heart howled with the beast living inside him. Blood flooded his mouth when he tore into your shoulder, digging deeper than needed to brand you his again just before his pulsing knot squeezed into you and locked into place, stilling his wild rampage and holding you hostage beneath his hulking body.

You shifted and writhed against him, so obviously overwhelmed by such an archaic, crazed union–your omega must have been going wild, willing you to fight against the monster pouring his seed into you, locking you in place, taking away your autonomy. But a short, rough warning growl settled your inner self the slightest bit and straightened out your thoughts enough for your human pettiness to urge you, too, to sink teeth into flesh and mark up your alpha to complete the re-bonding.

Good boy. Sukuna's hips rutted against you in light pulses, attempting to jam his knot further into you to ensure you'd take everything he so graciously offered you. But every little move your bodies made together tore more hot strings of cum out of him and into your core. Apparently an eternity of not having you was culminating into this one moment.

You were the one to let go first. You collapsed onto your back with a loud sigh, and the crushing constriction of your thighs laxed just slightly.

“Fuck,” you gasped, wholly content and pleased. Your hand wiggled between your bodies and rested on the still-inflating curve that your partner had oh-so loving built out of cum and obsessive dedication. “That's gonna make a mess.”

Good. Sukuna's chainsaw purr reverberated against your bloodied skin. He chewed into you further and relished in the taste and smell of you, the way it mingled with his own scent of existence and made him feel so irrevocably whole.

Your fingers laced through his hair as you laughed. “Oi, let go already. Your knot's not gonna go down for like thirty minutes. I'm not going anywhere.”

Your mate obliged, dislodging his chunky fangs from you and lapping at the wound dutifully until the bleeding staunched. Next, he got to work leaving an array of dark hickies and light bites all over your neck and shoulder, just in case the gnarly bite mark wasn't enough to ward off idiots who thought they had a chance with you. He grumbled at the mere idea of it.

“So?” You cooed, running your hands up and down his muscled shoulders. “What do we do for half an hour?”

Sukuna scoffed. He tried to pull out just a bit, just to see if he was seriously locked in there, and you spat a vile hiss his way, your nails digging into him at the same time. And, fuck, you were tight–

“Fuck.” He didn't think this through.

-- DRABBLES --

“You're dumb as fuck, you know that?”

“Ah, such romantic words to hear from my wife.”

“Husband, jackass.”

Sukuna managed to open his eyes through the pounding of his head. God, he felt like shit. But that probably came with the territory of getting shot point-blank before bailing out of a moving car on the highway. Honestly, he was lucky only one car hit him when he hit the pavement.

Still, it was bad enough to warrant him a ticket to the hospital. Uraume worked behind the scenes, ensuring their boss got a private room and that the police would stay the fuck away if they knew what was good for them, and it all somehow worked out. Uraume was definitely a sorcerer of sorts.

“Can you save it for home? Fucking hell,” Sukuna groaned, letting his eyes fall shut again. “Too tired to argue.”

“That's a first,” You huffed, and marched up to his side, sitting down in the cozy seat waiting for you. Your careful touch prodded at his hand gently, as if assessing the damage, guestimating if you could hold his hand without hurting him, but he made the choice for you. He caught your hand weakly, and you held him safe with both of yours.

“Missed you,” he grumbled, squeezing back lamely. “Have fun on the trip at least?”

“Yeah, until I heard what happened.” You sighed, watery and warbled. “I shouldn't have left. You're too stupid to survive alone.”

Sukuna laughed, then coughed. He felt you tense. “F-Fuck you, little shit. I'm fine.”

“You got shot.”

“Been shot before.”

“Jumped out of a car.”

“I've jumped outta faster.”

“Then got hit by another car.”

“That was a first.”

You sighed to fight back either a sob or ill-placed laughter, or maybe both. “This is so fucking ridiculous. Never make me take a vacation again. I can't be off fucking around in Hawaii when my baby daddy's getting hit like it's GTA.”

“Christ, I already–” he paused, though, and cracked an eye open to look at you. “What did you…”

He lost his words when he saw you. Your skin glowed in a way he hadn't had the luxury to see before. Your face looked rounder, too, like you'd put on a little bit of weight since you'd been gone. But your scent–your usual sweet, full-bodied scent of flowery coffee was cranked up to a trillion. If Sukuna's nose wasn't busted, he would've noticed the way it filled up the room, and he might've noticed how his own scent rose to meet it in greeting. Something strange was happening.

“Oh. Right. Uh…” you cleared your throat and hastily tucked some hair behind your ear. You looked a little bit lost for words too, in all honesty. “I’m pregn–”

Sukuna sat up. You barked at him to lay down, your voice rising a few octaves when something that was probably important dislodged from his wrist as he reached forward when you stood. And you froze when his palm pressed against your stomach–a natural, maternal thing to do. Sukuna remembered when he caught your cat for you when she was trying to dart out the door whilst pregnant, and how she froze dead in her tracks when his hand caught her by her kitten-filled stomach, and let him carry her back inside.

But this was different. This wasn’t his partner’s cat’s kittens he was feeling, it was yours. His. A shared little nugget doing its best to grow big for its expectant mama–and now expectant papa.

“How long?” Sukuna rasped. When did his throat get so dry?

“Two months. Ish.” You rested your hands over his again despite the awkward angle he caught you at. “I didn’t know until last week. I tried to call, but–” You got obliterated and couldn’t answer your phone.

“I get it. Don’t gotta explain.” Sukuna gazed at your stomach a moment longer with droopy, half-lidded eyes before looking up at you as nurses burst into the room. “You’re moving in.”

And for once, you didn’t argue.

–

“Dude, you guys can't fuck when he's pregnant! You'll crush the baby like a tin can!”

You snorted and tried to cover your mouth as your tea shot out your nose. You coughed and wheezed, turning away and waving at the brothers in a desperate plea for them to not look and continue their petty argument.

Sukuna, caught between the urge to mock you and kick the shit out of his annoying little fucknut brother, sighed and rubbed his face before handing you his fancy handkerchief he kept tucked in the breast of his jacket for nothing but looks. These days, though, the damn thing had been paying its dues.

“You think I'm gonna listen to a fuckin’ virgin about this kinda shit?” Sukuna quipped back as he watched you clean up before trying to take a sip of your drink again.

“Hey, man, I'm just saying. Your dick is like a third leg.”

You slammed your hand down on the table after spitting a mouthful of tea back into your cup. “Yuuji. Please. Why do you even know that?”

Yuuji pouted and scooted closer to you under the kotatsu. “Wh--we're brothers! It's not even that weird!”

“It's weird as shit,” Sukuna offered as he reached out to rub your back.

“So not weird.” His honeyed eyes locked onto the small affection the older showed you. “Man, so not fair you guys are ganging up on me now that you're, like, a thing,” Yuuji whined and let his arms and chest flop across the table like a petulant child.

Sukuna smirked. “Jealous?”

You grumbled. “Sukuna. Don't start.”

Yuuji's ears turned bright red. “Jea–what?! No! I like girls like Jennifer Lawrence, not--I don't–”

“N'awe, little pup's tryna cope with losing.” Sukuna grinned wildly when Yuuji's head snapped up, pinning a deadly stare onto the older alpha. “Oh? Finally grow a pair?”

“Sukuna,” you warned again.

“You better shut it, dude,” Yuuji threatened next, and you knew it was a lost cause; two alpha brothers, both incredibly competitive, both pining for the same omega, spelled disaster.

Your partner laughed that familiar, ugly laugh–the sort that was too genuine and sounded borderline insane. “Or what? You gonna make me cry–”

Yuuji launched over the table in an instant, tackling his brother to the ground with a bratty snarl. You watched on, unimpressed, waiting for any signs of their wrestling turning into a serious fight, but it never came. So, you enjoyed it a bit. It wasn't everyday the two idiots played nice.

You rested your hands on your curved stomach while the two growled and snarled half-heartedly in their dumb attempt to subdue the other. Sukuna could've won in an instant, you both knew that, but he'd let Yuuji think he had a fighting chance for a little bit. It was part of the fun for him, letting his little brother gnaw on him like it'd do anything, letting him try to use his horrible jiu-jitsu skills on his older, bigger brother. It reminded you of–

“Oh,” you peeped when a rowdy kick jostled your hand. It didn't come from the boys, no, it came from the tiny tot inside you.

The boys froze and stared at you.

“Huh? What's ‘oh'?” Yuuji asked through his panting and straining. Sukuna had him in a headlock, one of his hands giving a brutal noogie to the younger's head.

“No, just–I think she kicked. Maybe not, I don't–” but your expression brightened with delight when another little throw hit your hand.

“No shit?” Sukuna grinned, waves of excited alpha scent rolling off of him. He face-shoved Yuuji away before sidling up next to you and pressing his palm against your stomach. You guided his touch to rest over the kicky hotspot, and sure enough–

Thump. Thump.

“Two kicks for your old man, hey?” Sukuna hummed, looking so damn triumphant.

“Hey, hey, I wanna feel!” Yuuji scrambled over like a nightmare and wiggled up on your other side, pointedly ignoring the snarl Sukuna sent his way. “Come on, it's my niece, chill out.”

Sukuna growled again, but you pulled his hand off to let Yuuji feel the little life making herself known. His eyes, too, lit up when those tiny thwacks battered his palm.

You looked up at Sukuna dreamily, making the other's ticked expression smooth down into just mildly-annoyed; if your omega wasn't threatened, then he wasn't going to threaten. Sukuna didn't think Yuuji would hurt you, absolutely not, but anyone who came near you, or so much as accidentally bumped into you, pissed Sukuna off, sending his over-protective instincts into overdrive. He always had to rely on you to know when not to react.

“That's so cool!” Yuuji squeaked. “She's seriously in there!”

“Where the fuck else would she be,” Sukuna grumped.

“Don't ruin his fun, Sukuna.”

“Yeah, don’t ruin my fun!”

“Yuuji’s banned from the house.”

“WH–HEY!!”

“Sukuna.”

“Heh.”

“What about gramps, then?”

Sukuna paused. His heart stopped for a long, long moment.

“What about him?” He answered, nonchalantly as possible. “Old fuck cut me off years ago.”

“He still cares,” Yuuji offered with a shrug. “And I told him about the pup ‘n everything.”

Sukuna frowned. “Yuuji–”

“You seriously think he doesn't give a shit? Dude, be real, the guy raised us.”

“That's generous.”

“Didn't you say you were leaving everything to Yuuji and ‘the old fart’ originally?” You cooed, unhelpful as ever.

Carmine eyes found yours. “...If he actually wants to meet her–”

“Awesome, I’ll let him know!”

“Oi, runt–”

But Yuuji jumped up and pulled his phone out, leaving Sukuna to wonder what he’d just gotten himself into while you laughed at his misery.

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cerridwen007 · 9 months ago

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Hard pill to swallow.

*pics above are from pinterest and are used for aesthetics only.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 2.4k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: Joel helps you fix your problem with swallowing pills.

Notes/Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Soft!Joel vibes, lowkey daddy Joel vibes too, Joel being a teasing, filthy mouthed menace because I said so, mentions of pills (vitamins and hayfever), mentions of gagging/gag reflex, Joel lifts reader, but Joel is huge and hella strong so he can lift anyone, cumplay, oral (m receiving), finger sucking, praise/ nicknames, swearing, no y/n.

A/N: Disclosure, this is fully self indulgent and based on my struggle with swallowing pills and me wanting Joel Miller's dick in my mouth all waking hours. Was meant to post this before Valentines, but time got the best of me. But I suppose you can consider this my Valentines present from me to you, even though it's not related to valentines at all. I swear this is the second time that writing about my struggles in a fic with Joel, it’s pretty much solved them. He is truly that man. Quickly edited, as always, so sorry if there are any mistakes. Anyways, enough babbling, I hope y'all enjoy, and any interactions with posts are very much appreciated, and I love yall so much. Have a good day bebes. 🫶❤️

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You were embarrassed, to say the least, and annoyed and frustrated. For all of your life, you could never do that one thing that was a simple skill for most people, a simple and usually essential at that. You couldn't swallow pills for the life of you. Many frustrated mornings, well into your early adult years, were spent at the breakfast table with your parents, growing more and more impatient and irritated at your ‘talent’ for not being able to swallow pills no matter how hard you tried. And It's not like you didn't want to swallow pills. No, not at all.

In fact you wish you could, it would have made your life a hell of lot easier. You would take swallowing pills over having to grind up the assorted pills for hayfever and vitamins into your drink and being forced to intigest the horrible tasting yet beneficial substances, the ones that made your eyes water and your stomach gurgle with just how bad they tasted.

And trust me you had tried everything, sticking the pill right down your throat, damn near breaking your neck with the force you tilted your head back (to catch your gag reflex “off guard”) nearly watering boarding yourself a couple times, thinking the more water you swallow the easier right? You felt like the oblong white tablets were just ridiculing you at this point.

You had achieved so much in your life yet you were brought down by your inability to swallow a tiny little thing for your benefit. You had not managed to find a shortage of adults and family members alike telling you, “it's all in your head” and suggesting unwarranted advice. Advice you ended up trying over and over again, knowing it wouldn't work. “It's just like swallowing food” they would say. But you knew damn right it wasn't. I mean you couldn't even swallow gum, so how were you supposed to swallow this?!

Because of all these judgemental looks and passive aggressive comments when it came up in conversation that you couldn't swallow pills, you tended to avoid the topic of conversation completely. It wasn't till a handsome man named Joel Miller came into your life, did you finally manage feel comfortable and unjudged about your inability.

It had been a while that the two of you had been dating, nearly a year and you had never felt happier. Recently you had moved into his place and had just unfinished packing. It was a peaceful morning in Joel’s and now your own house, the morning sun shining down, warming up the frosted green grass as the birds chirps and, the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled your nostrils. The two of you sat opposite each other, drinking in the peaceful morning. This movie-like paradise was soon brought down in mood as you remembered it was time to take your daily vitamins and tablets.

You sighed, a frown growing on your face as you anticipated yet another painful morning attempting to swallow some tablets. Joel's face mimics yours when he looks over at you from across the breakfast table.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, concerned.

You sigh before explaining yourself.

“I just..I just suck at swallowing pills and I almost always end up having to crush them into a drink or whatever I'm eating and then it's disgusting. I know I'm an adult, I should be able to swallow them by now but I just can’t.”

You try to blink away the tears from frustration as you talk, not wanting Joel to see you get so upset over something so little and stupid.

He listens with a soft frown on his face and you half expect him to scoff at you and belittle you for not being able to do something so easy. Then he locks eyes with you and sees your watery eyes and instantly his face softens.

“Aww baby, come here.” He holds out his arms and you quickly get up walking round the table to straddle his lap, burying your face into his shoulder, seeking his warming embrace to comfort you. You look up at him, when you feel the tears aren't going to spill out.

“You're not making fun of me or think that I'm being a baby?”

He cups your face, forcing you to keep his warm gaze. “Now what would make you think that I thought that darling?” He questions.

You feel your throat constricting as you try to explain yourself, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.

“I don't know…I just thought maybe before… you were frowning cause you don’t believe me or something.” You softly respond, embarrassed over the state you're in all over some silly little pills.

“Sweetheart of course I believe ya. I was frowning cause I hate to see my girl upset and struggling, and I was trying to think of some way to help ya.”

You sigh with relief, before resting your head back on Joel's shoulder, you sit there holding each other for a while before you're interrupted by the soft rocking back and forth of Joel's chest as he tries to quietly chuckle underneath you.

“What’s so funny.” You ask, feeling a little irritated.

“Oh, nothing.” He responds, still with a wide grin.

“No, tell me.” You say, pouting.

He clears his throat and before he speaks in a dark tone, close to your ear sending shivers all throughout your body.

“Just thought of how good of a girl you are when you suck my dick, and how you don’t seem to have a problem swallowing my cum, do ya honey?”

Your eyes widen with the sudden lewd topic of conversation, your cheeks heat up and you lightly slap his chest.

“Joel!” you warn him, but you can't help but let the corners of your mouth lift up a little.

“That's different though.” You say quietly after a beat.

“Oh yeah? Why's that?” His eyes pierced through you, waiting for your answer.

You feel your cunt fluttering at his question, your panties dampening.

“Cause…cause I actually want to swallow your cum.” You softly admit.

He breathes in shakily as a growl-like sound softly rips through his chest. His head falls back and he slowly grinds up into your needy clothed cunt.

“My dirty little cum slut, aren't you baby?” He groans as he cups your face with his hand.

You nod and he puts his thumb on your bottom lip, slowly dragging it downwards. Your tongue shoots out to lick it before your head dips it to take it into your mouth. You start sucking on it, needily. Needing to have some part of Joel in you.

“Needy too, apparently. Just how I like ya.” He murmurs to mostly himself as he pushes his fingers in deeper and pushes down on your tongue.

Your cunt is throbbing now, but the only thing you can think of right now is taking Joel’s fat cock into your mouth. You try and tell Joel as his thick fingers are stuffed in your mouth, so it ends up coming out as a garbled mess.

“What was that baby?” Joel teases you.

“W-wanna sl-suck your c-cock d-Joel.”

“Can’t get enough of this fat dick down your throat can you sweetheart?” Joel growls as he removes his fingers.

You shake your head, your hands trailing over Joel's strong chest and biceps. You suck on the spot on his neck that drives him crazy, his hips start lightly thrusting up into you as a result. You grin devilishly, seeing and feeling Joel become a vulnerable mess, under your control is one of your favourite sights in the world.

You slowly make your way down Joel's body, feeling and touching on every part of him that you can, except where you and him both want too most. When your knees finally hit the floor, you look up at him with an innocent smile. Although Joel knows your the exact opposite, he can’t help his breath stuttering and his heart racing at the stunning sight below him.

You bite your lip as you look to Joel belt, his prominent bulge just below it, silently asking for permission. He nods, spreading his legs wider. You place your hands on his knees and slowly trace your hand over his legs up to his hips, your eyes switching between looking up at Joel and his bulge that has your mouth watering.

You unbuckle his belt, slowly, loving to tease him. But taking your time and going slow seems to make you more impatient than Joel himself, so you make quick work of unzipping his jeans and shucking them down his thick thighs, while your mouth waters. You swallow harshly, as you uncover Joel's thick and rock-hard package perfectly framed by his black boxers.

Reaching below his elastic waistband to pull out his cock, you find yourself transfixed once again by his beautiful cock, tip flush dark red, shaft slightly curling upwards as it heavily bobs, just begging to be sucked. Your tongue darts out to slicken your lips. Your hand carefully grasps his length, Joel softly gasps, before your thumb traces over his slit and the white drop of precum, oozing out of it.

You grin as you lower your head, placing a few teasing kisses around his head before you raise his cock up high enough that you can lick from between his balls all the way up to his slit. He shudders above you, his hand gently caressing your hair, grounding himself and connecting himself more to you, as if his dick in your mouth isn't enough.

You let your saliva gather to the front of your mouth before slightly parting your lips to let the warm glob drip onto his flesh. You see his thighs flex from the corner of your eye as your palm encases him, spreading your moisture all over the veiny muscle. Starting out with slow hard strokes, and building it up faster, your hand struggles to meet around his girth.

Your mouth finally latches onto his tip, tongue swirling around the bulbous head, making Joel groan deeply. You help unleash even more depraved sounds from deep in Joel's chest when your other hand reaches out to massage his hefty balls. All this encompassing stimulation has Joel racing towards the edge, his mouth spewing out dirty words and praises as he comes oh so close to his high.

“Ugh. Fuck yeah. Atta girl.”

“Just like that baby. F-fuck me that feels g-good.”

“Fuck… I love the feel of your hot, wet mouth on my cock.”

“Going to make my heart go out on me, with how fucking heavenly your making me feel, baby.”

He clenches the muscles in his body as he tries to starve off his release long as possible, needing to tell you something first.

“Sweetheart, look at me. I-I’m going to need you to hold all my cum in your mouth baby when I finish-h. C-can you do that for me s-sweet girl?” He chokes out.

You nod slightly and moan around him, before returning to bobbing wildly on his pulsing cock. Loving the salty, musky taste of him, your pussy clenches thinking about the even more salty and delicious load soon to be filling your mouth.

You take him as deep he will go, your eyes tearing up as your throat constricts around him. You feel his balls tighten under your hand and you let his cock out ever so slightly so only his tip is encased by your stretched lips.

And before you know it Joel’s coming, a long string of curse words and moans pouring out his mouth as he does so. Your hand continues to stroke him, milking him for all he's worth. Till he is hissing through his teeth, his now spent cock sensitive and raw.

The urge to swallow his spend is strong, but your need to listen to and please Joel stands stronger. You keep it all in your mouth, cheeks bulging out a little with how full they are.

Joel, still breathing heavily, bends over you so he can inspect your warming checks and watery eyes, you look completely wrecked and he loves it. He hums in delight seeing you patiently sitting beneath him waiting for his next instruction.

He reaches over the table to where you were sitting before leaning down closer to you again. His thumb and forefinger reaches out and takes a hold of your chin, tilting it a bit higher.

“Did so good for me sweet girl, but I need you to do one more thing for me, okay?” He whispers, his warm and inviting eyes making you melt further into the floor.

You nod in response, watching his other hand come down in front of your face, opening up to reveal your pills. He softly demands you to open your mouth, to which you oblige, before carefully placing the few pills into your cum filled mouth.

He tilts up chin so your mouth closes and seals your lips with his thumb, before moving his hand to the side of your jaw, rubbing soft circles over your cheekbone.

“Okay, I'm going to need you to be a good girl and swallow that for me.”

You give the best soft smile you can muster with a mouth full of cum before you begin to swallow Joel’s cum in small amounts, your eyes fluttering close in concentration.

“That's it…. Good girl. Swallow it all, baby. Don’t wanna waste a drop do ya now?” He encourages you, eyes transfixed to your throat swallowing all of his cum and the pills.

The pills going down so easily you didn't feel them shocks you, as you open your eyes to a smiling, starry-eyed Joel looking down at you softly. A wide smile mimicking his, spreads over your face, before you open your mouth to reveal it, now empty, to Joel.

He reaches down to pick you up from your armpits, placing you on his lap again. You giggle as he places lots of kisses all over your face and nuzzles his nose into yours.

“I’m so proud of you my sweet, darling girl. Did so good.”

“Thank you, Joel.” You coo back, sighing softly with relief and happiness over your achievement.

“Guess we know now how to get you to swallow your pills every morning, don't we baby?” Joel teases you, holding you close to his chest as he kisses your temple.

“Indeed we do.” You reply, giggling, before resting your head on Joel's warm and sturdy chest, basking in the love and warmth of your lover.

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swanawil · 9 months ago

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sooo can I request some (romantic) Adam x reader w/Adam being insecure? Thank you💙

Adam's insecurities

A man that's lost two wives to the same man is bound to have some insecurities

Your first wife leaving you for the most hated man on the planet, and then your second wife cheating on you with that same most hated man on the planet tends to make one insecure.

Yet, you weren't sure if Adam just hid the insecurities, or if the insecurities just bounced off of that giant ego of his.

You froze when walking into the room. Usually, when entering a room Adam was in, whether you were alone or in public, you'd get a catcall from Adam. But you got nothing when walking into the main room of the apartment you guys had.

You looked at him on the couch. He was lazing on it like usual, his gaze fixed on the tv.

“Adam.” You spoke up, your voice stern.

“Huh?” He looked at you, “Oh, hey.” He looked back at the tv.

You looked down at your clothes. They were casual, obviously, you were at home. But the shirt you wore was pretty revealing, and it usually always got some type of compliment from him.

“Adam,” You said again.

“What?” He asked in an annoyed tone.

“What's your problem?” You asked.

“I don't have a problem.” He replied in the same annoyed tone.

You sighed, staring at him. You walked over and sat next to him on the couch.

“What's got my husband so down in the dumps, huh?” You asked softly, slowly moving a hand towards his mask, giving him more than enough time to protest before you slipped it off of his head and tossed it off of the couch into the floor. He had that annoyed scowl on his face.

“Look at you,” you smiled softly, giving him a few soft pecks on the lips as you let your hands wind into his hair, “my handsome man.”

He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him, also pulling you deeper into the kiss. You kept your hands in his hair.

You knew he very well wouldn't stop, and this would transpire into more. And you would love that, you would. But you wanted to get to the bottom of what his problem was. Adam had a tendency to just use sex to get away from his problems and distract from them.

And that also meant you getting your guts pounded by him every time something frustrated or upset him.

You gave him a few pecks as you pulled away.

“So?” You asked.

“So what?” Adam asked, a bit upset you pulled away.

“What's your problem?” You asked again.

“Don't have one,” he responded. He leaned in to kiss you again. You didn't even indulge him with a peck, knowing he'd just refuse to let you pull away again.

You moved your hands to his cheeks, stopping him before he could kiss you again.

“Stop avoiding it, you obviously have a problem.” You gave him a knowing look.

He scoffed, looking away.

“Adam,” your voice was soft. He didn't reply. You moved his head to look at you again and you put your foreheads together. “Is it the wife thing?”

“I can't believe that ugly ass fucker took them,” Adam grumbled, looking into your eyes as you pulled your forehead away from his. “I mean, c'mon, what the hell do they see in him? Him! The most hated man ever. They chose that asshole over me? What the fuck!?” He threw his hands in the air.

“They were dumb,” you told him. You trailed a thumb across his cheek. “They were dumb then, and they're dumb now.”

“You're right. They are dumb!” He agreed. “Fuck them!”

“Yeah, and hey,” you caught his attention again. “You got me now. And I'll never leave you. Not in a million years.”

He stared at you for a moment. The tv started to take up the silence.

“God you make me so hard,” he smirked, “so, what's up sugartits?” There he was. The normal, cocky, and honestly kind of disgusting Adam.

“Ew, okay, ruined the moment,” You told him, beginning to get off of him. But you were pulled back down onto his lap by his arms around your waist.

“C’mon babe,” he smirked, whispering in your ear, “I'll show you just how much better I am than Lucifer.”

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ganjas-shit · 5 months ago

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Oh, You’re Breaking My Heart

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ MINORS DNI! Fingering, squirting, profanities, mentions of death, eating out, handjob, inexperienced reader. Fluff, heart to heart.

Authors note: so sorry for the delay! I’ve been so caught up in school work… but beware there’s lots of smut involved in this so YEAAAAAAH… enjoy!!!

Chapter 4: Hope.

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You couldn't stop thinking about that day, that feeling, and Billy Hargrove. These thoughts were on a constant loop in your mind, becoming all-consuming. They emerged while in the shower, in bed, and even during conversations with Steve. The characters in your novel even began to borrow his face. Was this an obsession? Had you gone mad?

You haven't seen him since that day. Now, his moans, groans, the taste of his lips, and that earth-shattering climax are overwhelming your thoughts in class, with him just two seats away.

The tension was evident.

He continually stole glances at you, causing an insatiable desire to stir between your thighs. You craved more and your mind wouldn't rest until you had it.

The bell rang, and everyone rushed out of class, including you, hastily packing your things in hopes of catching him. But you lost him in the sea of students. Huffing in frustration, you headed towards your locker. Before you could even process it, you were being pulled into the janitor’s closet. Panic overtook you until you saw who it was.

“Jesus Christ, Billy, you scared me!” you whisper-yelled, smacking his chest.

He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you closer to his chest. “I’ve missed you, sweet thing,” he murmured before smashing his lips into yours.

“Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he said through the fervent kiss. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You’re so glad the feeling is mutual.

“Me either,” you breathed into his mouth. The two of you continued for a few minutes, losing yourselves in the kiss. The second bell rang, signaling that you were now late to sixth period.

His hands started to roam your body, squeezing your breasts and then your ass. The touch ignited a fire within you, and you let out a couple of moans, becoming even more hot and bothered than before.

The desire was evident. It felt as if you needed to breathe each other in, or you’d both die.

“You have to be quiet, sweetheart, or someone will hear us,” he whispered between the clashing of tongues.

Your heart started to beat in your chest, he’s right being caught means consequences and you’ve worked so hard to fix your record. Being friends with Tommy and Carol did a number on your school record. Suspensions, write-ups, and multiple detentions. Being caught was something you couldn’t afford.

“You’re right, I have to get to class” you said taking a deep breath trying to calm the pleasure that surged through your body.

It was addicting, he was addicting.

He kept kissing your neck, then licked a stripe from it to your ear, swirling your earlobe with his tongue causing you to shudder under his touch.

Maybe the consequences would be worth it?

“You’re already late honey, let me at least make it up to you,” he whispered in your ear.

“How’re you going to make it up to me?”

Billy swiftly turned you around so your backside was pressed to his chest, “Can I show you?” He whispered in your ear again.

Fuck it.

You closed your eyes and nodded yes and he unbuttoned your jeans sliding them just above your knees and then he shoved his hand in your underwear and touched you where you longed for him the most.

You were soaking for him, aching for him, for his touch, for his presence. He was intoxicating.

You started to moan loudly which then prompted him to use his free hand to cover your mouth. He gathered the slick from your entrance and used it to rub slow circles in your clit. “You’re soaking my fingers baby,” he said in your ear and you don’t know why but the warmth of his breath on your ear made you whimper.

“I’m gonna put my fingers in baby, it might sting a bit so let me know if I need to stop,” your heart rate started to pick up, you were nervous but the pleasure you felt overpowered it.

His fingers poked your entrance and you tightened your grip on his wrist letting, his fingers were thick, really thick.

“Ngh it hurts Billy,” you said removing his hand from your mouth, “They’re almost in honey but I can stop if you want?” You really didn’t want to stop so your nodded your head at him to keep going and he did. His fingers started to slip further and further in your tight sopping hole.

The pressure felt good, unlike anything you’ve felt before and you moaned when he pumped out then pushed back in.

“Youre doing so good,” he praised. He started to pick up his pace, everything was sloppy wet down there which made everything much more erotic. “Billy I can’t stay quiet, ah, it feels too good,” you moaned, he quickly put a hand over your mouth and pumped faster, your knees started to buck as the pleasure consumed you.

“Shes taking my fingers well, do you hear how wet you are hmm? Is this all because of me?” He groaned in your ear, he was right it was all because of him, but you couldn’t vocalize that at the moment, all you could do was moan into his hand blissed out from pleasure.

The noises of your pussy were embarrassing, the squelching, your muffled moans, the hot of Billy’s breath in your ear was too much everything was too much.

It was becoming hard to stand with your knees almost giving out and the overwhelming sensation of you needing to pee hit you making you run away from his fingers.

You snatched his hand off your mouth. “Billy, I feel like I-I need to pee,” you cried breathlessly, trying to wiggle away from him. Confusion swept over you as he started to go faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly, and your moans grew louder and louder. “Let go, just let go, baby, it’s okay,” he groaned once again in your ear.

Your eyes started to roll back and you felt like jello.

You let out the most pornographic moan out of your mouth and your first orgasm couldn’t compare to this one. No, not at all, your mind went blank, and your ears started to ring and your body convulsed Billy hunched over preventing you from collapsing as you came undone.

“That’s it, baby. Oh, fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he chuckled, feeling like he was about to explode in his jeans.

God, he was so done for. You were it for him. There was nobody else he wanted in the world but you. As you squirted all over his fingers, all over yourself, he realized this was something he’d never experienced before. Sure, he’d made women feel good; it was his expertise. But with you, there was more to it. You actually felt something for him other than just wanting a quick fuck. There were feelings involved. Longing.

You were no longer on this planet; you were somewhere else entirely. When you opened your eyes, you were brought back to reality, out of breath. But the chuckle that came out of Billy’s mouth snapped you out of it.

“You’re gonna be really, really late to 6th period now,” you furrowed your eyes in confusion until you felt the wetness dripping down your legs—the wetness that soaked your underwear and seeped into the denim of Billy’s jeans.

“Oh my gosh…” you paused, looking at how soaked everything was. “Oh my fucking gosh! Billy, how the fuck am I supposed to clean this up?!” Your panic was evident, and it only made Billy laugh even more.

“What even was that?! Did you put some shit on your fingers to make me pee or something?” you asked, your eyes bulging out of your head.

God, you are so it for him, he thought, feeling both overwhelmed and amused by the situation.

“Y/n, baby, does this look like pee to you? Does it smell like pee?” No, it most certainly did not, you thought, but if it wasn’t pee, then what was it? “You squirted, I made you squirt,” he said proudly, as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

“Squirt?” You questioned, geez you were in desperate need of girl time with Nance and Rob.

“Yes, my fingers hit a spot in you that caused you to do that, your g-spot,” he explained.

You still didn’t know what you were going to do and him? He couldn’t go to class like that.

“And some shit on my fingers? To make you squirt?” He scoffed. “Baby, my fingers are the shit,” he said smugly, still infuriating, still such an infuriating bastard.

You rolled your eyes and used your pants to wipe the floor of your juices. When you tried to grab Billy’s hand to wipe his, he snatched it away from you.

“Aht aht” Billy tsked bringing up his fingers to his mouth to lick the juices off of them, he closed his eyes and savored your taste sucking on each finger, your stomach did somersaults.

“Mmm so sweet,” he groaned. “Wanna taste?” He asked.

“S’nothing left on your fingers,” you squeaked. He then brought you closer to him, like he did earlier, looking deep into your eyes, and reached his hand down to gather what was left of your taste from you. You hissed, still feeling extremely sensitive.

He then brought his fingers to your mouth prompting you to suck on his fingers and you obliged happily.

Billy hissed as you sucked his digits. He looked as if he was in pain.

“S’wrong?” You asked innocently, doe eyes starting into his seductive blue ones. “You okay?”

“Im about to explode sweetheart,” he chuckled motioning down to his pants, you looked into his eyes before reaching a hand to feel him.

He hissed and you gasped.

“It’s really hard,” you whispered, testing the waters.

“S’your fault” he croaked.

You started to palm him through his jeans, it relieved some pressure, but not enough. You were still naked from the waist down surprisingly not uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a humming whistle was coming from outside the door. It didn’t sound close, but it was getting closer.

Your eyes went wide. It sounded like the janitor was approaching.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, rushing to put on your panties but Billy snatched them from you before you can out them on and stuffed them in the back of his pockets.

“For safekeeping” he shrugged, you rolled your eyes. He was completely unfazed by the situation. Your heart was leaping out your chest right now.

Your jeans were drenched. Completely soaked.

“We’re gonna have to make a run for it sweets,” Billy said matter of factly, “You don’t wanna show up to 6th period like that do you?” He said looking down at your pants.

You didn’t wanna run out of school, you didn’t wanna risk getting caught, and you didn’t want to miss 6th period but…

"Whew okay, okay," you took deep breaths, rolled up your sleeves, and prepared to run. Billy's hand was on the doorknob, ready to swing the door open so you could run out first.

"Ready... set... go!" With the count of three, the closet door was flung wide open. You burst out, running as if chased by the very hounds of hell, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. Billy trailed close behind, his own flight spurred by the same wild measure of adrenaline that fueled your own.

“Hey! HEY! You damn kids, stay out of my closet!” The janitor's voice echoed through the empty school corridors, his futile attempts to catch up with you adding a sense of comedy to the situation. His words hung in the air, but they were no match for the sound of your laughter. Billy was already caught in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, his shoulders shaking with each chuckle. You could not help but join him, your laughter ringing out as pure and infectious as his.

With the janitor still trailing behind, you made a mad dash for the exit. The school doors, usually a symbol of routine and order, were now your gateway to freedom. You pushed them open with a force that echoed your adrenaline-fueled excitement.

The sight of Billy's car waiting just outside was a beacon of safety. With the taste of rebellion still fresh and the sound of your laughter still lingering, you ran towards it, leaving the echoing protests of the janitor behind you.

"Come on, we have to hurry! Unlock the car!" You called out to Billy, your voice laced with impatience. Billy, quickly fumbled with the keys and with a swift motion, he unlocked the doors and you both hurriedly clambered into the safety of the vehicle.

Billy stepped on the pedal and sped out of the school parking lot the sound of his tires were heard by everyone. You seen out the corner of your eye that the basketball team ran towards the gates in a commotion to see what was going on. You seen Steve too with a look on his face that you couldn’t read.

“Whew that was a close one huh?!” Billy whooped with laughter. He was still pressing on the gas, going well over the speed limit. Left hand was gripping the wheel and his other was resting on your thigh which never failed to make your stomach flutter.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing a feeling you hadn’t felt in a very long time. It almost felt foreign, like a dream.

Who knew a singular person, a boy, could bring you so much joy, so much excitement? It almost felt silly and you wanted so badly to scold yourself for this because it felt like you were setting yourself up for failure. Relying on someone for happiness or depending on someone for happiness was a set up for heartbreak.

But in the end, even if heartbreak did happen, it would all be worth it. Even if things didn’t work out, even if he broke your heart or you broke his, it would still be worth it. Yet, you didn’t want that to happen. You didn’t want this to end, and you didn’t want to hurt each other.

“You okay?” Billy asked, squeezing your thigh in the process, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You brought your doe eyes, which Billy thought were so full of light, up to meet his blue ones.

“Don’t break my heart Billy Hargrove,” you said almost in a whisper. Billy chuckled and looked back towards the road.

Billy’s thoughts had been consumed with you more than anyone else in his life. Like you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. The childlike excitement you brought out in him, his inability to contain his smile and laughter around you—it all made you unforgettable. You reminded him of everything he always thought was beautiful. You were imperfect like him but constantly striving for perfection, to make things right, to fix things, and he admired that. You were hope, the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. His life was the dark tunnel, and you were the light.

Even if he didn’t handle things well with his father or even with you that night, you being there on the hood of his car, looking up at the stars, changed everything for him.

At times, he even chuckles at the absurdity of it all, hearing Neil’s voice in his head labeling these newfound feelings for you as pathetic and warning of eventual heartache. It made Billy struggle, torn between his emotions and “the voice of reason” echoing in his mind.

“Don’t break mine.” He replied softly

After that, you two rode in silence, music blaring through his radio, while he lightly tapped his fingers on the now semi-dry thigh of your pants.

A few moments later you arrived at the front of your house. Dad still wasn’t home, no surprise there, and you really didn’t want Billy to go home.

You gathered your things, hand on the handle of the car and you turned around with a smile on your face like you had the brightest idea ever before exiting his car completely.

“You wanna come in?”

The house was quiet and lonely—the first two things that came to Billy’s mind. It reminded him of the houses he had lived in with his father.

But it was tidy, with nothing out of place, and it smelled just like you—clean and rosy. He picked up a picture frame. In the photo, there were three people: a lady who looked a lot like you, a man, and a little girl with pigtails and missing front teeth, smiling as if life were the greatest gift. The lady and the man looked less lively, even tired, and their smiles seemed forced.

“You live alone or something?” Billy called out as you disappeared into the hallway of your house.

He had never seen anyone besides you going in and out of this house. No other cars, just Steve’s from time to time, Eddie’s, and Nancy’s.

“Come over here!” you yelled from your room. You quickly changed into a pair of shorts and threw your pants into the dirty hamper. You also scrambled to tidy up any noticeable mess in your room.

You heard Billy’s boots hit the wooden floor, and each step made your belly jump with excitement. Sure, having boys over was nothing new, but having a boy you actually liked over was something special.

Seeing him at the door of your room was, I don’t know, it was a feeling your couldn’t really gather into words. It was weird almost surreal.

“This is the only part of my house that matters,” you said with a smile and open arms, presenting your room to him.

There were a variety of posters everywhere—movie posters, to be exact. The Goonies, The Breakfast Club, Scarface, The Godfather, and Gremlins adorned the the tan walls.

The duvet of your bed was white. Funny, he thought, a wry smile playing on his lips as he glanced at it.

There were a few teddy bears on your bed and a full size mirror in front of your bed.

“I like it,” Billy said, his eyes roaming around your room. He sauntered over to your dresser, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out a pair of pink panties with a smug grin. “I like these too,” he added, twirling them around his finger with a smirk.

You stormed toward him, yanked the delicate fabric from his grasp, and shoved it back into your drawer with a sharp motion. “You already have a pair, asshole. Leave the rest of my panties alone,” you snapped, your voice tinged with embarrassment as a deep blush spread across your cheeks.

“You know,” Billy began, stepping closer toward you, his voice softening, “I really want to know why you get all shy around me.”

Was it not obvious, or did he just want to hear the words from your lips? You liked him, everything about him. You even adored him, but saying it out loud felt too embarrassing. So, you rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away and plopped down on your bed.

“I don’t live alone, by the way,” you began, answering the question he had asked earlier.

Billy chuckled at how you avoided his question and settled down beside you.

“My dad lives here, barely,” you said playing with your fingers.

“Is he working or somethin?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, he travels a lot for work. He’s gone for weeks, sometimes even months,” you sighed. “I don’t really see much of him.”

That shattered him. Billy was surrounded by people yet felt alone, but you, you were both.

“What about your mom?” Billy asked.

He didn’t want to pry but he wanted to know more about you, he wanted to know everything in fact.

You took a deep breath before answering, simply because you wanted to suppress the emotions that always surfaced when you were asked that question.

Billy noticed your uneasiness and reached over to grab your hand. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” he said softly as he rubbed circles into the back of your hand.

“No, it’s okay. I need to get past the uneasiness I feel every time she comes up in conversation. Maybe one day it won’t hurt as much anymore,” you admitted, a hint of hope in your voice.

Billy gave you a soft smile, his hand still in yours comfortably.

“Um, she passed a year back,”

Your mother was one of Vecna’s victims. You can still hear the snapping of her bones and see the life being sucked out of her eyes before they went dull, her body limp and lifeless.

Before Vecna, your relationship with your mother was strained. She drank wine almost every day, and your father was home more often before you had to downsize houses. Which meant lots of bickering, glasses being broken, slamming doors, and your dad’s car taking off almost every night.

Your mother was aggressive and verbally abusive, constantly criticizing your weight, clothes, hair, and even your choice of clothing. Not a single positive word ever came out of her mouth towards you. She was like your own personal bully.

“God you’re just like him. Always on my case, just worry about your fucking self.”

“That’s how you’re dressing to school? Jesus.”

“Try hanging around Carol more, maybe you’d look a little like her.”

“Leave, leave like your father you ungrateful little bitch!”

“Sorry! I’m so sorry I’m just a shitty mother!”

“It’s a miracle Steve even hangs around you looking like that.”

There was more, much more, but you think your brain blocked out most of the things she said and did while you were growing up. You didn’t know whether to be grateful or sad that you didn’t have many memories from your childhood.

Around the time Vecna’s murders were happening, you noticed a few changes in your mom’s behavior. She started drinking even more, but she wasn’t aggressive like before. Instead, she became quiet and withdrawn, spending a lot of time in bed. Things got progressively worse as she began waking up screaming in fear, afraid to leave the house, and became increasingly emotional. You remember the time she woke you up out of your sleep, blubbering with apologies, 3 day old mascara was runny, face full of tears and snot.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so, so sorry please forgive me.”

You eventually shared your mother’s symptoms with the gang, and they matched up with what Vecna’s victims were experiencing. You had a heartfelt conversation with your mother about it, both of you crying together. You promised her to keep your father out of it, and you both tried your best. I think what hurt the most was having hope amidst the despair.

Hope for a new relationship, a clean slate. You all tried.

The next day, your mother ran into the woods, and you chased after her. There, you found her floating in the air.

Snap, snap, snap, and thud.

You were a pool of tears at this point, struggling to get the words out. God, you couldn’t tell Billy this. You hated lying, but him knowing the truth would put him in so much danger.

“Um, I’m sorry…” you said with shaky breaths. “It was, uh, some illness. Doctors didn’t really know what it was,” you explained, your heart skipping a beat. It felt wrong to lie to him.

“It was the worst because she finally apologized to me and we were on the brink of a clean slate…” you said taking a deep breath again, “Um, she was a lot Neil, and she put me through hell. But, I was willing to let all that go just to fix things between us, I wanted to know what it was like to have her like that fully. She was the sweetest, funniest woman on her deathbed, it was something new and it left me with so much hope,” you said, the tears were running down your face like a waterfall now. “But hope is for suckers..” you laughed bitterly, “She died a few days later.” You finished, looking into Billy’s now sad blue eyes.

His heart broke over and over again. You didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve that. What’s up with the universe putting us in fucked in broken homes? He thought.

“Don’t say that,” Billy said sternly. “Hope isn’t for suckers. You give me hope every day.” He took a deep breath, embracing vulnerability. “You remind me a lot of myself… and now I understand why. Hanging around the wrong crowd, being a bitch. I’m still those things…” he confessed, locking eyes with you. “But every day, I strive to be more like you because you’re the perfect example of how people can change, no matter what. I want to change. I don’t want to be like Neil. I want to be better, do better.” He smiled warmly, reaching over to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“I’m really trying so hard not to sob right now and you’re not making it any better,” you said with a wobbly voice.

“S’okay honey, you can cry,” he giggled. He brought you into a hug and you nuzzled your face into his neck letting out quiet sobs. He brushed the back of your head. You two stayed like that for a while and he didn’t mind it one bit.

A few moments went by and you finally took your head out of his embrace.

“Do you maybe want to sleep over?” You asked, wiping the remaining tears off your face. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, I-I just really like you being here and I wouldn’t mind sharing the bed-” you rambled, but Billy cut you off before you went any further, “I’d love to.”

Billy left to grab a few things from his house and you took a quick shower.

When you were done, you rubbed on your favorite strawberry lotion, a gift from Nancy because it reminded her of you.

You quickly changed into a band tee and some shorts, then plopped down on your bed, staring at the ceiling questioning if today was real.

Billy looked to you for hope. You were Billy’s hope. It was such a strange feeling. You felt important and seen, something you had never felt before. And he was coming over tonight.

Oh. My. God.

Billy was coming over tonight, and he was going to be sleeping in your bed. You took deep breaths, trying not to freak out over the fact that there was going to be a boy sleeping in your bed tonight.

Three knocks at your front door snapped you back to reality and the anxiety started to creep back in again. You scrambled out of bed and made your way towards the door.

You opened it and there he was. He was still in the same clothes from earlier.

“You think I can use your shower?” He asked. “Max was having a Madonna concert in ours, and she wasn’t getting out anytime soon,” he huffed, rolling his eyes.

You laughed, picturing her screaming her lungs out like she did that one time in Steve’s car.

“Yeah it’s fine follow me,” you said, “Oh! And lock the door behind you please!”

You walked towards the bathroom, which was right across your room, and stepped inside to turn on the shower and adjust the water for him.

“Not too hot, not too cold right?” You questioned as you played with the knobs, you remembered how he liked the water when you were helping him during his recovery.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, settling his duffel on top of the sink and kicking off his shoes. When you turned around, he was already shirtless and in his boxers. You tried to keep your eyes from roaming, but it was hard.

“My eyes are up here, doll,” He said smugly. You cleared your throat. “Um, water should be good. If it isn’t right, hot; left, cold,” you said, trying to regain your composure.

“I trust you, thank you. I won’t be long,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“You’re welcome,” you smiled and left closing the door behind you.

Billy took a deep breath inhaling the air which smelled like you. He loved it.

He loved it so much it made his dick half hard. He stepped into the warm shower and thought about today.

He had never done anything like today, and he had never willingly slept over at a girl’s house before. He was used to sneaking out and sneaking in, leaving at the brink of dawn. But today he was going to sleep next to you, feel the heat of your body right next to him, smell you.

His dick was now fully hard.

“You need to behave,” he scolded himself, looking down at his hard-on.

He turned the shower knob to the left and prepared himself for the cold water that was about to hit him.

He hissed at that feeling but his dick was soft again. He decided to just leave it on for the remainder of the shower to keep it from happening again.

Once he was done, he dried off and grabbed his duffel to get his lotion. He rummaged through his things but couldn’t find it. He moved his belongings around, hoping it was at the bottom of the bag, but still found nothing.

“Shit,” he muttered, disappointed. He put his things away and noticed a pink bottle of lotion on your counter labeled, “Sweet, Sweet Strawberry.”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the bottle, squirting a few pumps into his hand. He needed to moisturize; he had no other choice.

He smelled just like you, your body wash, your lotion.

He pushed his thoughts away and threw on his boxers and black sweats that hung low on his hips. Gathering his belongings, he made his way to your room, switching off the bathroom light as he exited.

Your nose was in a book, and he admired you from the doorway of your room. You wore glasses, your legs crossed, shorts hiking up the curve of your butt as you leaned back against the bed frame. He could get used to this be thought.

You felt eyes on you and glanced away from your book for a moment, seeing Billy at your doorframe. Your eyes met his. He was shirtless, sweats hanging from his hips, his happy trail on full display, and his curls damp.

You shut the book completely with wide eyes, silently praying, “Please don’t ask me what it’s about,” in your head. You were reading a very inappropriate passage of your book, which made it look like you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing, and you didn’t want him to know what you were reading.

“What you reading that’s got you so stuck?” He asked, his curiosity clear.

Shit.

“It’s uh, a-a romance,” you stuttered. It was hard to keep your composure around him, especially with him being shirtless, looking like walking sex leaning on your doorframe.

He left his duffel bag beside your dresser and closed the door behind him.

“You don’t mind if I close the door do you?” He asked before he joined you on the bed. “No it’s fine, I hate sleeping with the door open.” You replied.

He jumped into bed with you and got underneath the covers and you so did you. Your stomach was dancing with butterflies.

"So?" He asked, with raised eyebrows and a smirk, nodding towards the book in your hands.

Your eyes went wide. You can’t tell him what you were just reading. Geez absolutely not, it was filthy.

“It’s, um, about a girl and a boy,” you said, foolishly. Billy let out a loud laugh. “Obviously, dork, but what else?” You looked down at the book in your hands, searching for something more to say, but your mind went blank.

“Fine, if you’re not going to tell me, let me see where you left off so I can get an idea,” he said, attempting to grab the book from your hands. You immediately snatched the book from his grasp and hid it under the covers.

“No!” You yelped, feeling a surge of panic. Oh, now Billy absolutely had to know what was in this so-called romance.

He yanked the blanket off of you, and you held the book to your chest tightly. Billy was now hovering over you, your waist between his legs, attempting to pry the book from your grasp.

“Come on, let me see!” he said, eagerly reaching for the book.

He began to tickle your sides, and you erupted in laughter, but you weren’t budging. In a quick attempt to distract him, you threw the book to the wall by your dresser, hoping to catch him off guard.

He turned his head slightly, and you seized the opportunity to pull his neck down so he could face you. Now, you were both staring deeply into each other’s eyes. You looked down at his lips and leaned in slowly. But he couldn’t wait, so he pressed his lips into yours harshly.

So much for controlling himself tonight. He thought.

The kiss was fervent, like it always was. You let out the slightest moans that went straight to his dick. His arms were caging your head and he was pressing into you slowly.

You decided to experiment and brought your hand down to rub the outline of his dick through his sweats. It made everything so much hotter.

Billy moaned into your mouth as you your hands explored the outline of him. You pulled back from his lips and he groaned at the loss of contact.

“Billy c-can I see it?” You asked innocently, looking at his now dark blue eyes.

He nodded and leaned back on your bed stand. He lifted his butt from off the bed slightly and slid his boxers and sweats down at the same time.

You gasped at what you were now seeing. His thick member slapped his stomach and his tip that resembled a mushroom was an angry red.

Billy kept his eyes on you mesmerized with how star stuck you were over his cock.

You reached your over hand to grab at his length curiously and he groaned bucking his hips slightly at the contact.

It was warm and harder than it was earlier, feeling it bare was different from feeling it through his jeans.

You didn’t like the position you were in; sitting on your knees had become uncomfortable. So, you lay on his chest, keeping your hand on his length.

"Tell me what to do to you," you whispered, your hand weakly gripping the base of his cock.

Billy could see everything reflected in the full-length mirror in front of your bed.

Your cheek rested on his bare chest, your warmth almost making him burst. His cock captured your full attention as your fingers gently squeezed and released it, your eyes curiously examining the length of it. The scene was intimate, but he didn’t mind it at all.

“Spit on your hand,” he commanded, and you obliged. In any other situation, this would have been disgusting, but right now it was far from it.

“Now move it in an up and down like this,” Billy grabbed your hand and guided it to his throbbing member in an up and down motion.

Your hand was sliding up and down his cock now, slimy and hot with the slick of your saliva. “Yeah, fuck, yeah just like that baby,” He eventually moved his hand and let you take control, you found a steady motion but excited about the moans Billy was letting out you played around with it a little and went slow when you reached the tip of him.

He watched you through the mirror, mouth agape, with shock and pleasure.

“Ah, shit y/n,” he groaned, mouth hung open. He was so ready to spill but was holding out as long for as long as he could.

Your eyes drifted to the front of the mirror. The view was incredible. Billy Hargrove was a mess under your fingers, beneath your inexperienced hands. His mouth hung open, groans and moans spilling from his soft pink lips, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

You both now locked eyes in the mirror. You began to pick up the pace, your movements becoming faster and less steady, as you tightened your grip on him.

Billy’s hand gripped your thigh harshly, the pain intensifying the ache in your core. Your mouth fell open just from watching him come undone. You focused your pace on the tip of his cock, “Shit, I’m coming, it’s gonna shoot out, It-“ before he could finish you quickly wrapped your mouth around the tip of him catching him completely by surprise.

He sat up and lifted his hips into your mouth shooting sticky hot ropes of cum into it as he gripped your hair a moaning and groaning mess.

The taste wasn’t good or bad, it was tolerable enough for you to swallow. You hallowed your cheeks a bit and wrapped your tongue around him savoring how he felt in your mouth and let go with a pop.

No words were exchanged as you pulled back; just Billy shoving his tongue into your mouth and you moaning at the roughness of it.

Your face was hot, your body was hot, and the heat of his and your mouths made everything even hotter.

“I feel like I’m going to explode,” you whispered against his lips, now understanding how he felt earlier.

Billy broke the lip lock you two were entranced in and pulled his sweats back up. As gently as he could, he dragged you to the edge of your bed by the back of your thighs.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, getting on his knees and locking his deep blue eyes with yours.

You did. In the short time you had known each other, you trusted him with your life. Silly, isn’t it? Vulnerability, intimacy.

“Yes,” you breathed, a little too desperately. He smiled and grabbed the waistband of your shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs. You lifted your butt slightly to help him get them off completely.

You were now completely bare from the waist down again, but this time he had a full view of your pretty cunt.

Billy licked his lips like a hungry animal about to devour its prey, his gaze intense and focused on your sopping wet cunt.

“So pretty,” he whispered, mesmerized by the sight before him.

“And she’s soaking wet honey, what was it?” He asked caressing her with his thumb causing you to gasp loudly.

“T-the mirror,” you stuttered, your eyes taking in the sight of Billy on his knees before you.

“Hmmm just the mirror?” He questioned like his words had a double meaning behind them.

It wasn’t just the mirror; it was him. Having him at your fingertips, your crush on him, how much you liked him—all of it intensified everything for you. This wasn’t purely sexual; this wasn’t just him helping you with your lack of experience. It was more. You had feelings for him.

He made you nervous, made your stomach dance with butterflies, and infuriated you in the best way possible.

You now knew what he was doing. He was trying to get you to admit there was something more, which is why he asked you why he made you so nervous earlier.

You kept quiet, your pride keeping you from admitting your liking towards him. He knew you did; he just wanted to hear the words from your mouth.

You kept quiet, your moans and gasps getting harder to contain as he kept gliding up and down your pussy. You were getting closer and closer to the edge.

He saw this too. You were now bucking your hips up to feel more, and he pulled back, teasingly withholding what you craved.

You groaned, annoyed at the loss of contact. He planted a kiss right on your clit, causing you to jolt up a little. The feeling was foreign and new, and you wanted more.

“Just tell me, baby, and I’ll keep going without stopping, I promise,” he said, looking back up into your eyes.

“It wasn’t just the mirror,” you gasped.

“No?” Billy asked in a teasing manner, focusing his attention back on your desperate cunt. He licked a stripe from your entrance to the top of your clit, stopping just short, causing you to whimper.

“Fuck! It was you, you! I have feelings for you. So many feelings that it makes it hard to even breathe sometimes!” You confessed, slightly frustrated at the on and off teasing.

“Wasn’t that hard was it?” He cheekily replied, now putting his entire mouth over your pussy eating you out like it was his dying wish. The warmth of his mouth was overwhelming, the way he moved his tongue to lap your clit was making your eyes roll back.

He was literally making out with the most sacred part of you.

Your grip tightened on your sheets and your toes curled in pleasure. “Oh-oh my gosh Billy please,” you moaned struggling to keep your composure.

He started to swirl his tongue right on your pearl and entered two fingers into your tight sopping hole, causing you to let out the most guttural moan. Your toes curled and drool started to creep outside the corners of your mouth.

The pressure started building up in your belly, feeling as if you were about to explode. He started to pump his fingers faster and faster, causing you to scream profanities in ecstasy.

“Ah! Fuck! Billy, I’m coming, I’m coming!” You screamed, and he kept his eyes on you the entire time, multitasking with his mouth still on you and his fingers pumping in a fast manner.

The feeling of release washed over you, and you finally let go, stopping fighting it.

You lifted a hand and gripped the mess of curls on his head, pushing him further into you, riding out your orgasm. You felt the vibrations of his groans on your pussy, making everything spin around you in a euphoric haze.

Your elbows gave out, and you were now flat on the bed, stuck in a haze. Everything was blurry, and you felt limp, completely spent from the intensity of the experience.

“Y/n? Y/n?” He sing-songed, tapping the inside of your thigh. “Hmm?” you asked, completely out of it, lost in the aftermath of pleasure.

“You okay?” He giggled, his head now resting on your thigh looking up at you in admiration.

“Mhmmm,” you responded weakly, with a hazy smile.

“You got anything I can clean this up with?” He asked, removing his head from your thigh. You lifted yourself up slightly, and your eyes widened at the mess you made.

His face was dripping with slick, his chest wet with the juices that squirted out of you, and the duvet underneath you was soaked.

“Again?” You groaned, rolling your eyes and facepalming. “There’s towels in my closet,” you said, plopping back on your bed and weakly pointing to the closet to the left of you.

He grabbed the towels and wiped his face and chest first, he then walked over to you and wiped below your thighs, then the inside of your legs and thighs carefully.

He slipped your panties back up and tapped your butt twice, signaling for you to lift yourself up so he could slide them all the way up and you obliged.

“I need to take the duvet off, we could sleep with the blanket that’s under it,” he said tapping your thigh again, “Come on get up,” he commanded.

“UGH! I can’t move. I feel like jello,” you complained, not wanting to move, causing Billy to laugh. “Too bad move,” he said.

You rolled over, groaning dramatically, and slipped under the blanket beneath your duvet, which Billy had just snatched off and tossed into your dirty hamper.

Billy joined you on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly as he settled in. You were facing away from him, unintentionally, simply exhausted but content and happy.

“Come here,” he said gruffly. You turned around and cuddled up next to him, finding comfort in his embrace.

You smelled something familiar radiating off of him.

“Are you wearing my strawberry lotion?” you asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“I forgot mine at home,” he gruffed grumpily, rolling his eyes.

You laughed and kissed his chest, closing your eyes, ready to sleep in his comforting embrace.

He caressed the crown of your head with his hand and kissed the top of your forehead.

“I like you too,” he whispered, his voice soft and sincere. “You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up and when I go to sleep.”

You both drifted off into a deep sleep feeling safer than you’ve ever felt in each others embarace.

Taglist: @jennapancake @writethrough @callsignwidow @strlightfilms @empathyroad @moneyy-21 @fossface @t3n1 @kpoppunk18-blog

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#billyhargroveseries #billy hargrove x female reader #eddie stranger things #billy hargrove smut #steve x female reader #steve harrington #stranger things smut #billy hargrove

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skele-bunny · 2 months ago

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Anything Swissalps please!!

Rubs my grimey little hands together

(obligatory tag for @hypnoneghoul !)

Mountain doesn't really like the caterpillars and worms on his plants in the room, but knows they're very much needed. He's started to get used to them more bc Swiss names them and it's kinda their thing.

"Martin is fuckin' chowing down on this vera right now..."

"I thought Martin eats the peonies?"

"No that's his twin brother Jake."

"Oh.."

Speaking of the plants!!! Swiss is VERY accustomed to them. His stand in Mountain when they aren't there. Always super reactive and love Swiss so so so much. They love holding him, helping him with tasks in the room, and just making sure he's okay. Swiss used them for... Self pleasuring reasons and literally only a minute in before Mountain stumbled in with the biggest hard on ever. He then learned that day that, yes, Mountain can feel and know everything the vines are doing/receiving.

Mountain who courts Swiss with wreaths and bones, flowers delicately picked and meaningful, and even down to foraging for him. Swiss who doesn't know how to court besides quintessence, but it just doesn't feel right. So he does what he does best!! Makes a song for Mountain!! It's kinda an air/water thing, but it's so specifically him that it doesn't really need an elemental label.

I'm sharing part of my hibernation Mountain propaganda and y'all are dealing with it. Mountain is GONE during the winter and Swiss is his hibernation mate even tho he doesn't really sleep like Mounty does. Lottt of grooming, breeding, and feeding as Mountain is running purely on instincts and can't really form coherent thoughts outside of those instincts. He just knows "my mate needs to eat." "my mate doesn't smell like me and I need to fix that internally and externally." Swiss doesn't mind it as he's still able to get up and move around, sometimes leave the room for quick trips to the kitchen and back. Swiss usually curls up on Mountain's torso and he's held sooo tenderly by this big furry beast. He LOVES it.

Mountain wears glasses but he loses them a LOT. Swiss always has an extra pair on him just in case which has come in handy multiple times. Swiss always demands them back once Mountain is done using them. "I'm not letting you lose the only backup pair you have, dork."

Big boy is embarrassed about wanting to be topped, but ohhh Swiss knows. He knows. Loves putting Mountain in the most submissive positions like doggy, missionary, or a mating press, but fuck does Mountain love it. He loves feeling smaller for once, loves watching his yin on top of him just whispering the most embarrassing things you could ever think of.

I've talked about Mistress Judas a few times, Swiss' bdsm persona, but... With Mountain? Ohh at her feet for anything she says. She makes him feel stupid. Weak. Lower. Small. It's what he wants and needs, and she's more than happy to provide. Big on breath play, boot play, and her whip. Best aftercare in the world, and Mountain wouldn't have it any different as he's massaged and given such tender kisses, words, and affections.

Mountain who sees Swiss as his art form—as art itself. As yin and yang. As everything right in the world. Something something, he's so dumb in love he can't think and just writes all of his love frustration on paper and hands it to Swiss who keeps them safe in a folder he reads through a lot.

Something something they're so in love it's sickening.

#the band ghost #ghost band #rabrev writing #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #nsfwriting rambles #swissalps

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sqquidzz · 1 year ago

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How would kny characters hurt you in an argument?

Includes: Tanjiro Kamado, Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyuu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa

A/N: Hello readers! This is an idea I got from a hc post on here, I'm not sure who made it but I give credit to them for this hc idea. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

KAMADO TANJIRO:

I feel like most arguments would start because of Tanjiro's protectiveness of his friends

He would probably start scolding you for doing something he thought was reckless while fighting a demon

Especially if Nezuko we're to be the one to save you and get injured, he would probably be pissed off

Tanjiro is the type of person to bottle his emotions up, so he really just snapped at you

He seems like the person who yells and cries during an argument

He would bring up the fact that you had jumped into danger without thinking, calling you selfish for thinking only about the battle and not of your friends

If someone had gotten injured protecting you, like Nezuko, she wouldn't be able to say anything since she was healing and unable to stick up for you

You would just be too shocked to even say anything to defend yourself, along with everyone else, since no one has seen Tanjiro like this before

Once he finishes, he simply excuses himself quietly, saying that he's tired from dealing with this

Bonus!

Zenitsu would immediately rush to your side to comfort you as tears spilled down your cheeks

This would be especially hard if you had past problems with arguments and yelling

RENGOKU KYOJURO:

Now Rengoku seems like a type of person to be less of a yelling type at the beginning, but slowly builds up his anger to the point that he starts yelling

Usually the arguments are about how Shinjuro treats Rengoku and Senjuro, with Rengoku insisting that he can convince his father to be better

You try to tell him that Rengoku should ask for help to deal with his father, but Rengoku stubbornly disagrees

His demeanor during arguments is different, his eyes looking darker and it seems like he loses his friendly glow

When Rengoku argues back, he usually uses something your sensitive about, like if you had a bad relationship with your parents

He would claims that he's at least trying to fix his relationship with his dad, hitting you hard and causing you to go speechless

rengoku usually just stomps away from the fight when he's done saying his mind, leaving you teary eyes and with a broken heart

TOMIOKA GIYUU:

Giyuu always wants to avoid arguing as much as possible, always shutting you down when you want to talk about some problems

This causes you to get frustrated and start bombarding him with questions, like why is he avoiding their problems

Giyuu seems like the type of person to talk more than yell, but his voice is still strained as if he's holding back from yelling at you

Giyuu knows exactly where to hit you to make it hurt, taunting you about problems that you could never solve

His words would go to the point that he makes you burst out crying and run out of the room

He immediately regrets whatever he said in the argument, and ends up going to bed alone, covering himself in the sheets as tears of regret slide down his face

Bonus!

Giyuu wouldn't be able to face you for a few days after the a t in fear of hurting you again with his words

It takes a lot of reassurance from you to get him outside again

SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI:

Sanemi is the type of dude yo go all out during arguments, yelling and screaming at you, even sometimes going as far as you throw things into the ground in rage

You both seem like you're at each other's necks, not backing down from proving your side right

Sanemi seems like the type of person to call you degrading names, such as coward, selfish, etc.

You try to stay calm at first, but you have yo resort to yelling to get your point across

Sanemi is usually arguing to you about staying out of his and Genya's relationship, saying that it is non of your business

You end up running out of breath before he does, simply listening to him yell at you for a few more minutes before he storms out the room and slams the door

By the time he's gone, tears are already streaming down your face, breathless and tired from screaming your lungs out as you collapse to your knees, sobbing

#sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi angst #kny angst #tanjiro angst #tanjiro kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #giyuu tomioka #giyuu angst #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku angst #argument #depressing shit #damn #sad thoughts #oof #kny #kny x reader #nezuko kamado #shinaguzawa genya

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pumpkinbxtch · 7 months ago

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hey queen bean!!! 💛 i wanna start off saying i’m so glad we’re moots HEHEHE <333 i was also hoping if i could request a leo blurb or oneshot maybe like,, a quince night with him?? like maybe he got invited and the reader is like his plus one??

I WENT TO A QUINCE ONCE OF ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS AND IT WAS THE BEST PARTY IVE EVER BEEN TO i think about it to this DAYYY. LIKE THE FOOD?? delish. THE DANCING OH MY GOSH I WAS DANCING ALL NIGHT

okay i’ll stop rambling 🤲 hope we interact more!!!

sunkisses, sunni! ☼ *. mwuah!

quinceañera night ✧⁠*⁠。

— leo valdez x fem!reader

warnings: language

a/n: Hello, Sunni! I'm also happy that we are mutual, I assure you that sometimes you won't get me out of your comments, lol. Here is this little blurb (I don't know how it turned out, I always write this before, but I hope it's okay 😮‍💨) I love when these things are mixed together because I'm Mexican so, it's my things ig. I'm going to stop rambling too, I hope you like it. 😭 mwuahh.

You were pissed, like, really pissed.

But Leo had invited you to that party, and between your pride and letting him go with someone else? NEVER. So, you ended up with him at the entrance of the party hall, fixing your heels.

The way Leo acted like a total gentleman with you killed you, annoyed you, frustrated you, because he wasn't yours, and you weren't his. That annoyance squeezed your guts, and you bit your lip uncomfortably.

Pretending not to care about not labeling your relationship or that everything could stay the same for a thousand years just to avoid suffocating him with the question was so hard. But you couldn't help but live with the constant fear that someone better than you would snatch away the person you loved the most.

— Ready — he said, giving your heel buckle a final check. He was at your feet with that beaming smile, the way his curls fell from his forehead should be illegal for the way it made your stomach flutter. — Does it feel okay?

You huffed and lightly pushed him with the tip of your shoe, making him lose balance momentarily as you stood up. Leo let out a charming laugh that made warmth spread to your cheeks. You were about to turn around to slap him hard and then kiss him.

He trotted to catch up with you and offered his arm.

— Señorita? —he raised an eyebrow.

— Leo

And you hooked onto him. Even though that had already happened, right?

Oh, damn. YOU NEVER HAD MORE FUN AT A PARTY.

— Let's go, let's have some fun — he sang in your ear. You looked him directly in the eyes, and he winked at you. Leo was already lively on his own, but you had never seen him like this, jumping around and giving playful smiles. He was having a good time, and for both of your sakes, you wanted to enjoy the party too.

Indeed, Leo was actually too happy because he was showing you a side of him that wasn't easy to reveal, not because he had issues with it, but simply because you can't find easily people who enjoy pozole, celebrate quinceañeras, or any festivities the way they did.

— Here — you saw him run from a few meters away to your table and extend a fruit skewered on a stick. You raised an eyebrow for an explanation.

— Jicaleta.

"Jica- what?" but oh, Zeus, it was delicious. You never thought a Jicama on a stick with chili would be such a delicacy.

Leo sat back down next to you and nudged your shoulder to get your attention. The expression on your face wouldn't have changed for a million dollars; the sparkle in your eyes was enough to have him giving you one of those looks that you knew meant trouble, so you decided to ignore it.

—What are you looking at? — You huffed, and before you could fully look away, he cupped your cheek to stop you.

— At you — cooed. He brushed off tiny sugar remnants from the corner of your lips. Those tiny crystals stayed on his thumb, and instead of wiping them on a napkin, he brought them to his mouth, tasting a bit of that sweet flavor. In an attempt to hide your nervousness, you furrowed your brow and wrinkled your nose.

—Ew.

Leo rolled his eyes.

— Oh, come on — he scoffed and kissed you softly. With his plush lips on yours, for a moment, you needed nothing more than this moment.

"The grill is open. You can order your tacos, and there's also barbecue."

But Leo seemed to need more food. And he got up, pulling you by the hand towards the forming line.

— Okay, okay. Try them — you groaned.

— Leo, I've already tried the tacos. I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary. — He repeatedly shook his head, so abrupt that you feared for his neck.

— No, linda — he took a taco from his own plate and held it up like a religious act; you could almost see some heavenly light surrounding the food, but it was probably just the party lights. — This is a real taco, not those sold with hard tortillas!

If only you could keep track of how many times you rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, the person playing an undefined role in your life (who called himself Leo) extended the food for you to try, and you took a bite.

The exquisite flavor made you cover your mouth and raise your eyebrows in surprise.

— Fuck — you said with your mouth full. Leo smiled triumphantly and kissed your cheek.

— I told you. Now, squeeze some lemon on it, squeeze some lemon on it!

Definitely, the most peculiar part for you was when the birthday girl started dancing with her chambelanes¹.

— Why is she dancing to us if it's her birthday?

Leo chuckled, still wrapping his arm around your shoulders and his head slightly resting on yours as you admired the girl changing outfits about five times and dancing various music genres in less than 10 minutes.

“Mordida²! Mordida! Mordida!"

Once again, you looked at him for an explanation. You applauded along with the rhythm but didn't understand why the quinceañera looked so nervous and complained at times.

—She has to take a bite of the cake.

You contorted your face in confusion and looked at her closely. Once the girl leaned slightly over the cake, her brother, mother, and father smashed it onto her, regardless of whether she choked. You felt slightly sorry for her until you saw that amidst all the icing and cream, she was also smiling and laughing brightly.

— Does she know that will be recorded? — you asked, looking at the cameraman who was also smiling at the scene.

— She knows — Leo took your hand and kissed your knuckles. Once again, that knot formed in your stomach, and you discreetly pulled your hand away. Slowly but surely, you were getting tired of his deliberate touch; you liked it, but you couldn't ignore your feelings.

It seemed that the elaborate itinerary of the quinceañera had ended, and only enjoyment remained; people were already on the dance floor or chatting animatedly at the tables while some kids ran around with candies in their hands. You were truly having a good time, and you liked learning more about this side of Leo.

— And? — he leaned towards you, and you leaned back.

— I'm having fun — you admitted and grabbed one of those candies on the centerpieces; it was called "tamborcito," it was so small that it was endearing that it was just a lump of sugar and chili, delicious.

The brunette leaned closer to you, searching your eyes, but you weren't in the mood for that kind of game.

Watching couples dance, kiss, and share a moment of celebration created a bittersweet feeling in you; you longed for something you didn't have. His hand found yours, and when you finally met his eyes, there was hardness in your gaze, the same hardness that pricked Leo's chest, giving him the sensation that something was not right, but what could it be?

— I'm going to the bathroom — you said, snatching the opportunity to avoid his questions. He watched you walk away and sank into his chair, letting out a loud groan. "The way she makes me nervous should be illegal," he thought.

Same thoughts, no communication.

You fixed your makeup a bit, wiped the excess sweat from your forehead, and adjusted your dress. You were glad you didn't have to be selling a wound or planning strategies; you were just a girl with a guy. As you dried your hands, you laughed sarcastically. If only you were his girl; you barely wanted to walk back to him.

You watched Leo from the bathrooms as he seemed to nod his head to the rhythm of the music; he looked so cute that it made you throw a little tantrum, taking advantage that no one saw you.

— Hi — a guy said beside you. You jumped, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks.

In the end, he asked you to dance.

Yes. Not Leo, that guy, and you thought, "screw it, why not?"

The guy smiled widely when you took his hand. If your UNDEFINED relationship with Leo would serve you anything, what better than to take advantage with a cute guy.

Meanwhile, Leo was starting to get impatient. How long could you take in the bathroom? He got up from the table with the intention of looking for you, but seeing you dance on the dance floor made his soul sink to his feet. And dances are VERY different at a quinceañera; sure, there's everything, but DANCING was a very different matter. Leo wouldn't have worried if it had been a cumbia or salsa, but bachata? the way that guy held you by the hips and led you while dancing drove him crazy.

His blood began to boil, and he tried to calm himself to avoid losing control over his powers to prevent himself from igniting. He made his way towards you, dodging people and apologizing until a click in his head made him stop in his tracks. With what right would he snatch you from the arms of that man? If he just remembered friends with benefits were famous because exactly, there was nothing to explain to the other.

Moreover, he observed your face, with a huge smile and your eyes focused on not messing up the next step. The colorful lights illuminated your face beautifully. He clenched his fist and returned to his place.

You hadn't stopped dancing with the guy; he was kind and taught you patiently.

You pouted as you walked through the garden of the hall and saw Leo kicking a rock with the tip of his shoe. There was the problem; no matter how attentive he had been or how good a match he seemed, he wasn't him.

Your friend's shoulders brushed against the branches of a bush, and he abruptly stopped.

— Did you have fun?— he asked with a certain acidity in his voice; you knew what he was getting at, but you didn't want to give it importance.

— Tons — you balanced on one foot as you unfastened your shoe. Leo just nodded with his gaze fixed on the bush as he caressed the foliage with his index finger.

You rolled your eyes and dropped the heel to the ground to unfasten the other one.

— Why that face, Leo? — It wasn't your intention to sound so mocking, but you couldn't help but feel a certain pleasure in his jealousy. He gave you a scowling look and huffed.

— I'm not making any face — he tore off the leaf and burned it in his hands. Jealousy was eating him alive.

— If you say so — you pulled a piece of paper from the bag hidden in your dress and smiled.

The guy tore another branch forcefully when he saw you smile and extended his hand, taking the piece of paper from you.

— Hey!

— Did he give you his number?

— And what if he did?

He inhaled loudly and felt pathetic. It was true. He returned it to you, still annoyed, and sat on the edge of the planter as you finished taking off your shoe. Both palms resting on his cheeks with that grumpy expression.

— I have something to say — he said once three seconds had passed, which for him felt like an eternity. You rolled your eyes again and put your hand on your hip, dropping the other heel. You were already barefoot on the pavement.

— What?

— I like you.

You softened your expression, replacing it with one of confusion.

— What?

— I like you, I love you — Leo looked up and gave you a flat, resigned smile.

— Like... what?

Leo scratched the back of his neck and straightened up.

— I like you, I love you, let's be boyfriend and girlfriend.

He thought it had been a great way to declare his feelings, but instead, you crumpled the piece of paper with the guy's number and threw it at his face, poking his left eye.

— Auch!

— Dumbass

And you held back a sob. It was so unfair. He seemed to read your thoughts and stood up.

— Okay, okay, okay. Wait, don't look — he took you by the shoulders and turned you around so you faced away. You heard the leaves rustle and some twigs snap; when he reappeared in your sight, he had his hair tousled and some bougainvillea branches in his hand. His eyes pleading and nibbling lightly on his lips. — Can we finally be together and stop with the nonsense once and for all because I can't stand seeing you with someone else, and besides, you're my best friend? Come on, say yesss

You couldn't hold that serious image for long. You threw yourself into his arms and kissed him on the cheek, for the first time confident.

— You're an idiot.

— I'll take that as a yes.

You nodded frantically and kissed him, this time on the lips, with such force that your red lipstick left a mark on him.

— Damn, finally — Leo celebrated and lifted you in a bridal style, making you scream with happiness. He leaned down with you to tangle the straps of your heels on his fingers and set off towards the car. — I'll take you home.

You raised both arms as if you were on a roller coaster. smiled ecstatically, with flushed cheeks. — Take me home!

¹ chambelanes: are the dancers who the quinceañera, usually they're a mix of family, professionals and the boyfriend.

² mordida: bite

#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧#leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

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harveysweakness · 1 year ago

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Making Junior Partner

A/N: First fic!

Making junior parter after such a short time at the firm couldn't have made you happier. You'd worked hard for it, you'd earned it, but things were happening so fast. They'd already had you clean out your cubicle and had you throw your things into your new office hours before the party for you was happening.

You weren't quite sure who was throwing the party, because you knew it wasn't the firm. But suddenly everyone seemed to know about a party and you weren't sure what to think.

You didn't do too well with change and you just hoped that wasn't showing.

The hours passed far too quickly and suddenly you were sipping champagne and wandering through the partygoers, eyes searching for someone in particular.

He was the only person you wanted to see, the only one you wanted to celebrate with, the only one who knew what overwhelmed you- and he was the one person who hadn't congratulated you.

Deciding you needed a moment, you escaped through the back stairs up the two floors to the rooftop. You nearly fell through the door and took a few deep breaths to steady yourself. The night air did wonders to calm you as it filled your lungs. Making your way over to the edge of the building you leaned against the bricks, letting your eyes follow the skyline. You were nearly ready to think about going back inside when a voice startled you.

"You know, the longer you stand outside in the cold shivering, the more likely you are to catch a cold. We wouldn't want the new junior partner to have to sit out."

"Thank you, Mr. Statistics," you replied dryly, not even bothering to turn.

Harvey furrowed his brow, before sighing at the goosebumps on your exposed skin as he grew closer.

"Here," he said softly, taking off his suit jacket and carefully draping it over your shoulders. Though he knew something was wrong, he didn't miss the way your body relaxed into the warmth.

"Thank you," you murmured, still not bothering to turn to him, even when he moved to stand next to you, arm brushing against yours.

"Look at me," he softly commanded, hooking his finger under your chin and gently drawing upward until you made eye contact. "Congratulations, Y/N. I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner."

"It's fine," you replied, pulling away from him.

"Y/N, what's going on?"

"Nothing."

You were both growing frustrated. You didn't feel like being hurt any more and he just wanted to know how to fix whatever it is that was bothering you.

"Sweetheart, please."

You felt your heart stop, as it always did when he let the term of endearment slip. You hadn't heard him use it with anyone else, even when play-flirting with Donna.

"Harvey, I thought- I just- I thought we both wanted this."

"I want this," Harvey argued. "Do you?"

"You were the one person who knew I wanted junior partner so bad, the one person I wanted to see after- it doesn't matter."

"I was busy planning a party. I'm sorry if you didn't want it, I just knew how important it was for you to get to know the other partners because it seemed like the thing you were most nervous about."

He was right. And you felt awful.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "That's really thoughtful of you."

"I know," he smirked. You rolled your eyes.

"Well, let's not get too cocky."

"Isn't that the thing you like most about me?" he asked, turning to face you.

"It's one of the many things," you replied, biting your lower lip as you mirrored his action.

"Oh is that so?"

"Just kiss me, Harvey."

He didn't even hesitate as he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you in towards him, lips meeting in a tender, but passionate kiss. When you pulled away suddenly a few seconds later, he wasn't quite sure what to think, until you curled into yourself with a sneeze.

"See, I told you. Now let's get you inside," Harvey murmured, pressing his lips to your temple before gently pulling you toward the door.

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Scientific Chapter Two

Summary: Floyd x gn! Reader. Floyd has agreed to study you, for Jade, for three days. He'll have to find some way to make things fun, or he'll lose his mind.

A/N: if you're new...I never write the next chapter this fast. Don't get used to it...but I had quite a bit of inspiration for this 😁

CW: you're trapped in a lab, use of tranquilizer gun (not on you), Idia is an incel loser

Chapters One Three

Three days. That's all he has to put up with. Then he could leave the stuffy lab, and take off the stupid safety goggles. He'd seen your claws. If they could even be called claws. There was no way you could gouge his eyes out with those things. So why would he need the goggles?

But Jade insisted. Something about the paperwork if things went wrong. Something too boring for Floyd to even care about it.

He swam up to the glass and waved. He'd gotten permission to enter the enclosure, but only if you reacted positively to his presence. And right now, you weren't reacting at all, other than peeking up from your corner.

Floyd could be patient. Especially knowing that once you gave him the go ahead, he could come in and get all his curiosity sated.

He tried so hard. He sat in front of the glass, waiting for you to come up to him like you did that last time. But you didn't. You didn't even move from your corner.

An intern shakily swam in and handed him his lunch, as well as your lunch. They nervously asked if anything had happened, but he ignored them, in favor of staring at you.

They left, and he opened the panel to give you your food. You didn't move.

He grumbled and moved back to his sitting space. And that's when it hit him. The goggles. With the goggles on, you probably thought he was Jade. He knocked on the glass until you fixed him with a glare, then made a show of removing the goggles.

You stared for a moment, like you were trying to process the new information, then your eyes widened.

You swam up to the glass, and placed your hand up against it. Just like last time. He grinned and placed his own against it. You heaved what looked to be a sigh of relief, which made Floyd giggle. Usually, when people saw him, they knew they were fucked.

He motioned to himself, then to your enclosure. You tilted your head, but after a couple attempts at the motion, you nodded.

And so he entered your domain.

You immediately started "speaking" to him. Jade had referenced that you had a different language, but he'd never imagine it was so foreign. Even the sounds you made were different, most syllables only making it a short distance in the water.

"I can't understand you," he said slowly, shaking his head, and you huffed in frustration. You nibbled your bottom lip in thought.

Then you pointed at yourself, and pointed at the exit door to the lab.

Oh. Now he got it. You recognized the staff who was keeping you here. And despite his resemblance to Jade, you recognized he was not one of your captors.

You thought he would help you.

At first, he didn't say no because he was supposed to be gaining your trust. But he thought for two seconds, and a grin split his face.

Wouldn't it be absolutely hilarious if he did help you escape?

Not bothering to think twice, he snatched your wrist, and opened the panel, dragging you with him towards the door.

He heard what sounded like a shocked laugh leave your throat, as he ripped the lab door open.

Only to swim straight into a wall of scientists all of them armed with tranquilizing devices.

Jade stood at the forefront, a disappointed frown on his face.

"Floyd." He knew that was his only warning. But he looked at your shivering form, and decided to make the attempt anyway.

He was immediately tazed, and watches numbly as three scientists grabbed you and held you in place.

Jade glared at him, grabbing his hair and dragging him back into the lab. He threw Floyd into the enclosure, then the other three scientists put you back.

"What the hell, Jade?" He snapped.

"I'm giving you shared trauma," he shrugged, seemingly holding back a smile. "Now they'll trust you even more. Don't worry, it's only for two more days."

Floyd growled. "You planned this?"

"Floyd, you are my only brother, the other half of my soul, and I love you. But you are predictable, and I need results."

Floyd flopped a little, trying to bring some feeling back into his body. You immediately swam over to him, saying things in a distressed tone as you searched him for injuries. Then you began shouting at Jade. Jade only grinned.

"It seems humans are very open to bonding. I almost can't wait until we get that second human. Perhaps we'll see them form a pack!"

There was the mention of that second human again. Floyd hated them already. What human could be better than this one?

"I'll get you in two days, Floyd, just as promised. Until then, try to have some fun, and get to know the human for me," with a sinister grin he swam out of the lab.

You continued to look him over in distress, repeating something over and over again. He realized you were probably asking if he was okay. He smiled, and that put you at ease a bit. You looked into your lap, almost apologetically.

"Aw, Shrimpy feels bad that I got in trouble?" He grinned, finally able to move his arm a little to cup your cheek. "It's okay, I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to."

He knew you didn't understand the words, but you seemed to get the sentiment.

You pointed to yourself, and said a word that got garbled in the water between you. You noted his confusion, and repeated it.

"Y/N."

He opened his mouth to attempt to replicate it, but it was difficult. One had to open their mouth wider, and speak from the back of their throat. Is that how all of you spoke.

"Y/N." He tried it. It wasn't good, but you smiled happily.

Then you pointed at him, and he grinned.

"Floyd."

You furrowed your brow, and groaned. You attempted the whistles and clicks that made up his name, but they were all wrong. He laughed hysterically, then repeated,

"Floyd."

You took a deep breath, and made a close approximation to his name.

He giggled and wrapped his arms around you, so excited that he forgot about boundaries.

But you didn't mind. Your arms tentatively wrapped back around him, and squeezed him back with your puny human muscles.

Floyd woke up the next day, completely forgetting where he was. It wasn't until he felt something nuzzle into him even closer that he remembered. He looked down, and noticed you huddling into him, a slight shiver wracking your body.

It was odd. As much as you seemed to trust him the night before, he didn't think you trusted him this much. But then he felt the temperature of the water around him. It was definitely colder now. Had the warmer broken? But the real reason came to him quickly.

Jade must have turned it off to see if you would come to him for warmth. Not that he could provide much with his cold bloodedness.

If he has to describe how you felt, it was soft. Your skin was silky, no secretion under his touch. And you were soft. Him and Jade were hard muscle, but you weren't. You weren't soft like Azul, either. You were soft like the warm blooded sea creatures and mers who provided their own heat. Like an orcamer he beat up a few months ago.

If he decided to talk to Jade after this, he'd tell him about it.

Speaking of, the lights in the lab turned on, waking you up and making you push away from him. He pouted and continued to hold his arms out, which made you relax a little. You were still cold, after all, so you slipped back into his arms.

Damn, he wanted to just squeeze you until you popped. So soft.

Jade swam into the room, an irritating grin on his face. And much to Floyd's surprise, behind him swam Azul.

"Azul! Where were you?" He asked. He hadn't seen him in a week or two, which wasn't all that abnormal. He'd disappear from time to time, so it wasn't worth worrying about. But it didn't explain why he was here. With Jade.

"I was on an exploration trip. I was testing a few things out. Things that I am going to sell to Jade today."

His interest was piqued, but not enough to remove you from his arms. Now that you'd seen Jade again, you were nuzzling deeper into him, like he'd protect you. It felt kind of nice. He'd never protected anyone before.

"If this works, Floyd, I might be able to let you go early."

"But first!" Azul pulled out a flat screen, and fiddled with it a little bit, before turning the screen to face the glass. "I'm a mer of my word, after all."

Light flooded the enclosure, and your eyes widened. You left Floyd's arms and swam up to the glass, speaking fervently. He swam up behind you with a humph. The human talking to you on the screen had blue hair that looked like it was made of moving light. He, unlike you, had sharp teeth. Sharp teeth that turned into a malicious grin.

The tablet must have been enchanted, because Floyd could understand what the man said perfectly.

"Sorry, not sorry though. If you'd agreed to be mine I might be able to help you right now. But as it is, I promised I'd let Azul go in exchange for only a chat with you."

You angrily spat something at him, but he interrupted you with a cruel laugh.

"Sorry Y/N. But on the bright side the Octomer is going to give you a translation spell, so that you can chat with your new besties."

"Really?" Floyd perked up excitedly.

The man's eyes flickered to his, then imperceptibly hardened.

"Azul, you never mentioned someone else was in there."

"I can't tell you what I don't know," Azul shrugged.

"Who are you?"

"Floyd," he grinned. Was this firefly squid threatened by him being around you? Even though he'd seemingly sold you out? How cute.

You said something angrily, and the human laughed again.

"Y/N, he's clearly one of them, don't be stupid."

"I am not," yes Jade was his brother, but he loathed the insinuation that he was a scientist as well.

"Whatever. I'm finished with you. Have fun with your new life, Y/N."

And then the screen went black again. You banged your fist against the glass in a rage, and screamed. Floyd had never seen you this angry, and it seemed like your human sized body had no idea what to do with that anger other than to yell and bang on the glass. Floyd gently wrapped you in his arms, petting your head to calm you down.

"Please hold them like that, Floyd, I'm going to apply a translation spell on them," Azul said, pulling out a mage stone and beginning to chant.

You stiffened, but couldn't go anywhere as a light purple haze surrounded you.

"What the fuck!" It was the first thing he'd understood you say. It was beautiful.

"Shrimpy!" He giggled, and you froze.

"Floyd?" You whispered.

"Yes! I can understand you!"

You paused. "Can they understand me too?"

"Yes," he said stiffly. Why would you want to talk to them?

"Good."

You released yourself from his arms and slammed into the glass again.

"Let me out, you demon! You can't keep me here!" You screamed.

"I? A demon?" Jade pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. "I am just a scientist trying to learn more about your kind. Now that you can answer my questions, you can leave much sooner."

"At least let Floyd go! All he did was try to help me!"

"He has committed high treason by trying to help you. He's lucky to be alive."

It was a lie, and not one of Jade's best, either. But you fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Floyd, I am so sorry," you looked at him with broken eyes.

"Don't worry about it. I made my own choice," he shrugged. A half truth, not entirely a lie.

"If I answer your questions, can you let Floyd go too?"

Jade tilted his head, thinking. If Floyd knew his brother, he knew full well that tomorrow evening, he'd be allowed to leave, as promised, and you would remain here indefinitely. Maybe you'd get a more enriching enclosure, but he had no doubt you may never see the world outside the institute ever again. And yet, here you were, pleading for someone, from a different species, who you hardly knew.

"Answer my questions honestly, and I'll discuss his freedom with the board," he said with a close-eyed smile.

Azul rolled his eyes, and huffed.

"Payment first, or I'm removing the spell."

"Azul! You wound me!" Jade snickered and handed him a check. Azul smiled, and saluted on his way out.

And then Jade began the questioning. Some of them you knew the answers to, most you didn't, seemingly having no awareness beyond the basics of how the human body, and human psychology, worked. Some of the questions were quite invasive, but you did your best, even if you were uncomfortable.

By the end, Jade frowned at his clipboard. Then he looked back up at you, his eyes glinting with something dangerous.

"This is why scientists are so important. Think of how little you know about yourself, and how much more you'll know when I'm through with you!"

You stiffened. "Other humans have your answers. I'm just not qualified. Hell, if you called Idia back, I bet he'd know. He's a genius, even if he is a bastard."

"But it's so much more fun to observe myself! And if he's human, he surely doesn't think about some of the questions I have. I don't frequently think about the psychology of eel mers, now do I?"

You glared. "Look I answered your questions, and you said-"

"I should have specified that I needed satisfactory answers. Until I know what I need to know, I can't just set you loose."

"This is kidnapping!"

"Is it?"

"Yes! You are illegally detaining me in a place that is nowhere near my home."

"Your friend doesn't seem to mind."

"We've already established he's a bastard!"

Floyd watched the back and forth mindlessly. He was beginning to grow tired of your attention on Jade instead of him. But you were one of the first people to not be scared of him. He had to be subtle.

And subtle he was, as he wrapped his tail around you ,and began petting your head, singing lightly to a tune he invented himself, "Shrimpy, little Shrimpy, you are so little, and Shrimpy, Shrimpy, Shrimpy."

The nonsense song brought you back down, and more importantly, back to him.

You exhaled heavily, then affixed a glare at Jade.

"What about Floyd? You said you'd discuss his freedom?"

"Are you sure you wish to be alone in there again? You seem awfully close."

You sputtered for a moment, thrown off by the question.

"That's…that's not the point," you wrestled out of Floyd's grip, ignoring his protests. "No one deserves to be locked in a cage."

Jade smiled softly. "I'll discuss it with the board. We'll see what we can do."

Then he left. As angry as you were, Floyd was happy to be alone with you, especially now that he could understand everything you said to him. Plus, he had promised Jade he would study you. And he was an eel of his word. When he wanted to be.

Hours later, Floyd held your calf up to his ear, listening intently. He was fascinated by yours legs, and had asked if he could touch them. You'd allowed it. It was the least you could do.

But the innocent intensity of his studies was making it hard not to laugh.

"What are you listening for?" You held back a giggle.

"I dunno. Maybe they do something," he furrowed his brow. "I think this one's dead though, I can't hear a heartbeat."

You laughed. "That's not how it works."

"Why not?" He pouted.

"Can you hear heart beats in a tail?"

"No."

"Well, there ya go!"

He cocked a brow. Then he lunged forward, dropping your leg, and pressing his ear to your chest. You stiffened, your face burning, but he was listening just as intently as he was when he held your leg to his ear.

"Your heartbeat is fast, Shrimpy," he hummed, pressing himself even closer to your chest.

You bit your lip, holding back the retort about how you were nervous, of course your heart rate was faster.

"Oh, it's slowing down now," he said after a while of listening. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer, continuing to sit in silence as he listened .

After a long while, where you started to slowly drift off, he spoke again.

"I've been wanting to ask you something," you nodded and he continued. "Jade is my twin." You nodded again. "So how did you know you could trust me?"

You tilted your head, thinking. "I didn't. But your eyes are kind. So I took a risk." You gently reached for his hand. "And I was right to. I like being around you, Floyd."

He was immediately filled with joy. You liked being around him! Then, almost as quickly, came the guilt. It wasn't that he had tricked you. He never said he wasn't here because Jade asked him to be.

Maybe he just wasn't used to someone aside from Jade and Azul trusting him so implicitly. It was nice, but it also made his insides hurt.

"I like being around you too, Shrimpy," he drawled lazily, sliding his head from your chest to his lap, grabbing one of your hands and placing it in his hair. You stiffened, but then gingerly began to run your fingers along his scalp. He hummed happily.

"Who's the blue haired guy on the tablet?" He asked.

You stiffened again, then gently continued your hair stroking.

"An ex friend. Apparently he took it a little too hard when I told him I only wanted to be his friend," you groaned at the recollection. "Guess I dodged a bullet."

Then you giggled. Your hand stopped moving, and Floyd almost snipped at you, but your laugh began to turn hysterical. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you laughed and cried.

At some point you managed to spit out, "Did I really dodge a bullet? I wouldn't be in a fucking cage right now if I said yes to him!"

Floyd gently rocked you, trying to hush your pain, but it didn't seem to ease. And eventually, you passed out from the strain, drifting off into a restless sleep.

It was late into the evening, you were still fast asleep, seemingly worn from the events of the day. Jade swam over to the door, and placed food down for him and you. Floyd continued to watch your sleeping form, a sense of longing and heartbreak filling his chest.

"What's wrong with pretending we escaped?" He whispered. Jade tilted his head, confused. But Floyd could also see the anger that was starting to build.

"I just mean, wouldn't your research be more accurate if you could see how they interact with life outside of a lab?"

"I don't trust you to bring them back. You prefer fun over progress in my experiments."

Floyd pouted. "I have one day left in our agreement. Can't I use it how I see fit? It's not like I can get very far with them. They're too small, and not a strong enough swimmer."

Jade huffed, seeming to see the logic, despite not wanting to.

"You have until tomorrow evening to get yourselves out, and get me valuable information. If nothing of note is happening, I'll be retrieving them early. I don't care about your little crush. At the end of the day, they belong to me and the institute."

Floyd's stomach churned, but he covered it with a lazy glare.

"Duh. But at this rate you're gonna bore both of us to death. At least it'll give you some time to get them a better enclosure."

Jade sighed. "You already have my permission. No need to keep arguing."

He pulled the door closed, but left it infinitesimally cracked.

"Besides, now that I know it's capable of complex thought, it would be unethical to keep them in an empty glass enclosure," Jade finished with a slight snicker. "Have a great day, Floyd. Keep me entertained!"

He politely waved as he left the lab. Floyd took a calming breath. He'd been in countless situations of life and death, yet this was what made him nervous? His pop and his men would never let him hear the end of it if they knew.

One more day. One day where he could show you his home. Then you'd belong to Jade again, unless he saw fit to extend the contract. But he knew Jade far too well.

So this might be his last chance to be with you.

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