#angel is very thrown by this but quickly recovers

[otsmosis]

obsessed with them dancing lately

[girlwithsharpt33th]

ANGELIC - 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔

content: smut with feelings, reader and Choso are very much in love, a little fluffy, virgin!choso, virgin!reader, AFAB!reader, Choso is a lightweight

a/n: I want to make this a series with my favorite JJK men

your new boyfriend nuzzled his cheek into your knees, his large hands exploring the plush planes of your bare thighs. He wasn’t even that fucked up. you’d only seen him gingerly drinking two cups of sake as he listened to his roommate blab on opposite him at the dingy kitchen table.

“ mmm..missed you.” He murmured dreamily, his eyelids drooping and a sloppy grin painting his pretty lips. You chuckled, scooting closer towards the edge of his bed and embrace.

“Cho…I’ve been with you the past 3 hours” you mused, running your hands through his messy hair.

As your fingers combed through it, you decided to take the pigtails out, being careful not to snag his hair on the elastics. He let out a low hum of approval, and moaned when you began to massage his scalp. He adjusted himself slightly so his clothed cock was pressed against your leg, humping it, hips gyrating sloppily. Normally he was so awkward, but it appeared a little liquid courage undid all of his uncertainty about sex. It was beyond amusing, watching him rut against you like a horny puppy.

He quickly became more desperate and pried your legs apart, mouth practically watering at the sight of your already damp panties. He’d eaten you out a couple of times, and you were more than happy to oblige his talented tongue. You lifted your hips so he could rid you of your panties and eagerly pushed you up on the bed, slotting his head between your legs. His hair and warm breath tickled your cunt, a mewl escaping your lips. He inserted his finger, pumping it in and out. He immediately dove in, relishing in the taste of you, frantically latching onto your clit.

Your breathing was heavy and uneven, embarrassing sounds falling from your lips. Your legs were already quaking.

“S-slow down baby, ‘s too much!” you pleaded, voice breaking. He simply let out a low groan and shoved his tongue further inside you, adding a second finger in your sensitive hole.

He looked so pretty like this, his hair in his bedroom eyes, lashes fluttering angelically as he looked up at you. The sloppy sounds he was making and his little noises of ecstasy chimed in your ears like a siren’s song, practically making you cum on the spot.

your legs began to quake, clenching around Choso’s ears, your climax tumbling out of you. He gulped down your essence wildly, practically sucking you dry. He made pleased hums every now and then, causing even more stimulation for you, reinvigorating the tightening in your stomach.

Before you could fully recover from your first orgasm, you came a second time, fingers and toes gripping the sheets with your head thrown back.

“ ‘m done, Cho, please!” you exclaimed, your voice breaking and bordering on desperation.

He relented. His lips parted with your sex and he withdrew his fingers, a glorious mixture of his spit and your cum coating his chin. His cheeks were rosy, eyes glassy. He was so beautiful it hurt, almost making tears well up in your eyes. You were wrecked already and he hadn’t even pulled his cock out yet.

As if in a trance, ogling your face, he licked his fingers clean and removed his sweats and boxers - the crotches of both saturated with his own cum. You could tell he was taking a mental image of the state you found yourself in, a sort of perverted memento he could get off to when you weren’t around.

He blushed a deep crimson when he realized he came in his pants. It appeared he was so drunk he wasn’t even aware he had come! He bit his lip anxiously and flitted his eyes nervously up at you.

“Baby, come here, don’t be embarrassed,” you cooed and spread your legs. You were nervous, having never had penetrative sex before, but you attempted to hide it. Cho needed as much guidance as possible. “I’ll…talk you through it.”

A switch seemed to flip in your boyfriend as he appeared to regain his voracious sexual appetite from earlier. He settled between your legs, fat cock flush between your pussy lips. He drunkenly ground his hips, eyebrows knitted, eagerly awaiting further instruction from you.

You gulped, intimidated by his size. He rarely took his pants off in front of you, preferring to prioritize your pleasure over his own. But today was about both of you.

“I’m ready, Cho.” you said, voice wavering. He gave a quick little nod, hoisted your legs over his shoulders, and delicately entered you, savoring the warmth enveloping his sensitive tip.

“Oh~” he moaned before pushing himself the rest of the way inside. You held his face in your hands.

“I said I’m ready,” You smiled. The stretch was painful but the feeling of fullness was irresistible. You ground your pelvis against his, encouraging him to move. He gazed at you with his lips parted and his hair curtaining his face. He rocked his hips so gently. Even in his inebriated, desperately horny state he still treated you with such care.

You knew he was close already by the way his thrusts got more and more sloppy. “You…f-feel too good, g-gonna cum.” he said quietly, pressing your legs up even further. His strong hands were warm and comforting on the backs of your thighs, supporting you through the intense position he had you in.

He looked at you intently, almost salivating, and picking his pace up significantly. Something about you had turned him on so much, it appeared he couldn’t handle himself. Your expression?

Your thoughts’ little dance came to a halt when he let out a guttural moan, filling you to the brim with his seed. His grip on your thighs intensified, no doubt leaving bruises. The only thing on his mind now was his determination to make you cum.

He languidly stroked in and out of you, intimate, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His soft breaths filled your ear and he slipped one of his hands underneath your head, cradling it. His cum squelched in and out of you, the warm wetness spilling out of your cunt.

“I-I’m almost…!” you exclaimed, before coating Choso’s dick with your slick. He continued to hold you, fucking you through your orgasm even though his dick was oversensitive.

“I’ve got you.” he murmured into your ear, almost too low to hear. He continued to hold you until he was sure you were satisfied, extracting himself from you. He admired your form, caressing your cheek and kissing you passionately. He looked spent, thoroughly wrung dry.

He barely managed to half-assedly clean you up with a warm wash cloth before promptly keeling over and passing out on your chest. Even in his rather unfortunate state, he was still effortlessly pretty and smelled nice. some sort of cherub. A bouncing babe. This thought made you giggle and he stirred a bit, tsking at you for interrupting his snooze fest.

You traced patterns on his cheek before you finally conked out. Your little lightweight would need all the help he could get tomorrow.

[sweetfire01]

Honora Patrem tum [pt.3]

[Pt.2]

1 year since the first Simmy fic! Thanks to all 200 followers who encouraged me to continue this blog and thanks to all those who left a comment or a like to my works! ❤

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Your life here wasn't getting better. Absolutely not. But at least you were making progress with your body. Today, for the first time, you were able to stand. Alone. Without Simmy's help. Sure, you'd only managed to do it for a couple of seconds before falling back on your back onto the mat, but you'd managed it. It was a goal you had both been trying to reach for the past few days. At first you were too scared to take your first steps, you knew how unstable you were and you had fallen on your face just from standing up too quickly once. Luckily you were on the soft carpet the angel had placed for this situation, but your face confirmed that you could still feel the floor underneath. Sure, it didn't hurt that much, just a light bump, but the shock of learning that your balance and strength were still so compromised was enough to make you sob into Simmy's arm.

From that moment on you clung with all the strength you had to every object you could hold on to: a piece of furniture, the bars of the baby box, a daddy's hand. You didn't know if you felt more babyish "walking" like this or crawling as usual. You were playing looking at your stuffies while sitting in the baby playpen. The angel was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Weaning was going well, you had a few more days of vomiting, but now your tummy was quite used to solid food (as much as soups and soft food might be considered solid). You continued to receive your bottles, 3 times a day after each meal, on his lap, skin to skin. Luckily, the goodness of the milk was enough to let you ignore this detail. You appreciated how it became tastier and sweeter as the drug wore off. Maybe even too sweet. The scent of boiling carrots and potatoes wafted from the kitchen. You recognized that he was a good cook. Part of you wondered what you would eat if other people were your daddies. You knew the cooking of the demon brothers, it wasn't bad if you kept Beel away from the kitchen. Maybe it wouldn't have been bad with Diavolo either, he would have left all the meals to Barbatos. You wonder if the prince was able to cook, but probably he won't be able to prepare even a bottle for you. Just like Solomon. The stuffed rabbit in your hand told you that you were lucky you weren't with Solomon and you nodded at him. You continued to talk to him for a little more, remembering when he cooked some simple popcorn and almost burned down Purgatory Hall, when you suddently recovered to your sense and threw it against the bars of the stall. You shouldn't play with that stupid rabbit and above all you shouldn't be grateful to be here. Simeon had kidnapped you! In a fit of childish rage, you grabbed the rabbit again, grabbed onto the chest-high bars, stood up, and threw it across the room. Soon the other stuffies followed suit, being thrown out of the baby box one after the other. They didn't go very far, you didn't have all that strength yet, but you saw them land with a light thud at least a meter away. However, it is a good progress compared to the first days. And when all the stuffies in the box were gone, you felt so much satisfaction that you started throwing the other toys. A teething ring, a rattle, some wooden blocks that even made more noise than stuffies and reached further. You crawled around grabbing any toys that came to hand. You spotted a small xylophone and dragged it, ready to be thrown. It was a little heavier than the others, so it took more effort: you could try to throw it with both hands while sitting, but you probably wouldn't be able to use enough force to send it over the bars. You held onto the box tightly with one hand, standing up, but the other couldn't lift the small musical instrument on its own.

How could you throw this thing? Grabbing it from one end made it too heavy, you could try from the center but your hand was too small to do it properly. You really had to use all the strength you had (and had left). With a huge effort, still holding onto the bars with one hand, you tried again to lift it from one of the legs to the end. And you actually managed to lift the xylophone a little, get it to your chest...before it started to slip from your grip. It wasn't right! You were working so hard! Just another little effort... Before the toy slipped away from you completely, you grabbed it with your other hand. He suddenly felt lighter. With a naughty smile, you felt like you could finally send it over the bars. Who knows if it would have played! Unfortunately you didn't have the pleasure of finding out when, trying to take a step to lean out further, your legs gave out and you fell on your butt on the playpen mat. Oh, this really wasn't right! No matter how childish it may have seemed at the time, you were about to let out all your frustration in the worst way possible. “Ooh, little lamb, were you up all by yourself?” Simmy approached you, stepping over the stuffies scattered around the room. It was at that moment that you realized it: you had fallen because you had grabbed the toy with both hands… and you hadn't held on to the bars. You really had been standing all on your own! Oh my, you even almost managed to walk! You started gurgling behind the pacifier. You don't even know how long you had it or why you hadn't spit it out, but at that moment you were too happy to care. You grabbed the hands Daddy held out towards you, pulling you to your feet and lifting you into his arms. He planted a loving kiss on your forehead as he carried you to the kitchen. “My little baby will be getting his first walkies very soon, oh yes you will.” And as he nudged the blocks across the room with his foot, he added, "I think someone's going to need a ball to throw, too, yeah? Oh, let's hope you're not feeling frisky enough to throw your soup, too." Oh yes you would. Okay, maybe someday later, not today… One little step at a time.

[salllzy]

Sal's snippets #18 (hidden in the shadows #10)

Watching as his daughter's team pulled bullet fragments from her guts was not something that he ever wanted to witness. No one was telling him anything and he knew that was due to his daughter's orders, he watched as bowls and bloody towels were being passed around. He didn't look away, even when Charlie tried to distract him.

"Sir, you need to move. Please." His red eyes snapped to Martha, the sheep demoness was one of his daughter's top agents, Maratha had been through thick and thin with her. Martha gently guided him to the door, he didn't say anything as he was removed from the room. "She's crashing! Come on you son of a bitch, don't you dare die on us now." The door closed, just as his daughter's bloody hand fell off the table. ------ For hours he sat in his radio tower waiting for information, he had no idea what had happened and as much as he wanted to demand answers. He knew that he wouldn't get them. Not now at least. The door to his radio tower opened and a giant bull demon squeezed through the small opening. "Zach." Alastor wanted to wrap his hands around Zach's neck and squeeze, he wanted to kill the bull demon for failing to protect his daughter. "It is safe to visit her, we have her stable and we all know that you have questions." He took a deep breath as Zach spoke, logically he knew that it wasn't Zach's fault that Sarah had been injured and the only way that he could get the answers that he wanted was to go with Zach. Alastor watched as Zach disappeared and he stood up from the chair, it was time to get the answers that he wanted. ------ Everyone was sat in the lobby, the air was sombre as Alastor arrived in the lobby. His eyes scanned the gathered group, he wasn't even annoyed that the angels had once again tried to insert themselves into something that didn't concern them. "What happened." He hadn't visited her yet, he didn't want to see her like that. He didn't think he could handle it. "I got unlucky." A voice rasped from behind him, he didn't think as he turned around. Sarah was using both her cane and the wall as a support, her face was deathly pale and she looked as if a good breeze would blow her over. He didn't think twice about picking her up and placing her on the settee, he watched as pain appeared in her eyes before it was quickly hidden away. "One of my operations went south and when I arrived I fully expected to be gone for a few days sorting out whatever shit had happened. What I didn't expect was to find out that almost twenty of my agents had been killed, someone didn't want me finding something out and very few demons know who I am. I work in the shadows and my reputation means that only an idiot would cross me." She was propped up on the settee, several of the demons and demonesses had moved and began to make sure that she was comfortable. Alastor ignored the looks that were being aimed at her, if anyone tried anything then they would deal with him. "Dare I ask what you found?" Alastor knew that she had a reputation and as she had stated only a fool or an idiot would go against her. "A plot of treason, someone wants to attack the hotel and they plan on using the Princess as a means of getting the King off the throne. Several of my agents infiltrated the group, we don't know how, but somehow they were discovered and from there it snowballed. So I decided that I would do some fieldwork, what I hadn't counted on was the fact that they were waiting for me. Whoever is behind this, has some very powerful backers, powerful enough that they are able to have access to magic." Lucifer launched himself from the chair that he had been sitting on, Vaggie looked as if she was one step away from grabbing her spear and talking with those who wanted to harm Charlie. "But it isn't all doom and gloom, I destroyed several of their bases and have thrown several large wrenches in their plans. It will take them time to recover, time that we can use." Alastor wasn't sure if he should be proud or angry, of course, it had been her that had discovered the plot. Of course, she had decided that it was the best course of action for her to go into the field. "Don't worry, I have every intention of using the time wisely and finding out what I can." Alastor felt as if his brain had frozen for a few seconds before rebooting itself. No, absolutely not. "You will not be doing anything, you are grounded."

[waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle]

Over my head (Miguel ‘o’ Hara x Reader)

Pairing: Miguel x f reader

Summary: y/n is a kind hearted nurse who’s life gets turned upside down as she get fired from one the most prestigious hospitals in NYC , desperate , she start filing job applications wherever. Coincidentally a stressed Miguel is looking for a nurse due to a big amount of spider people getting injured due to the surprisingly large amount of anomalies happening in the spider verse. What could go wrong is these two meet?

Themes: ✎slow burn ( I think)

Mutual pining

✎office romance (¿)

Hidden romance

✎Smut available as story progresses.

Dom Miguel x sub/bratty reader

✎Stubborn, Ill tempered Miguel.

✎ Angelic reader .

It girl reader.

✎I try to be as accurate as possible.

English is not my first language so bare with me.

✎badass stoic x sweet empath.

Og spanish speaker so be prepared for steamy dialogue :3

See master list for previous or future chapters

Chapter 1: pilot.

Everything was going great , really it was , you finally managed to become independent and move out, managed to get an amazing job with your hard worked degree, and lastly you were earning enough to get by and pay your student loans.

Until one fateful night you clocked in for your shift as a critical care nurse with your cute violet scrubs , one thing your coworkers really admired about you was your honest heart and true willingness to take care of those whose been injured tragically in a blink of an eye. You took your job very seriously and really put your soul into every stitch and intubation. So was the case when a powerful politician from your city arrive after a failed assassination attempt, you and your team managed to stabilize him and all procedures in the ICU went well.

In terms of post care you medicated him according to doctors order, you didn't go a gram over his pain medication and he seemed to be recovering quickly and well. Things started to go side ways when you had to leave work early since a friend of yours, Gigi got blackout drunk after a break up in a sketchy part of town. Not being able to handle the thought of all the things that could happen to her ;you left your patient to a newbie , trusting him to take good care of your patient (big mistake).

After leaving Gigi in her home , you called to get the rest of your day off so you could enjoy a well deserved break and catch up on some series you've left behind .The next morning you arrived to the hospital and quickly noticed your coworkers heads turning in your directos  staring at you with a wide gaze. You thought nothing of it and went to check on your patient room to see how all went last night. As soon as you entered the room you saw some iv drips on the floor , pillows and a mattress thrown to oblivion and most importantly your patient going bat shit crazy assaulting the newbie you left him in charge of , in the meanwhile some other nurses try to get him off the poor guy who was just trying to do you a favor.

Next thing you know you're rushing to the locked medicine room to later show your ID to enter the room so you can  quickly insert the tranquilizer in a  syringe to have ready . After locking up the place  you sprint back to room number #13 hoping no one is gravely injured, soon you open the door to then tip toe on ceramic tiles as you attempt to knock out the source of all the chaos.

To your bad luck the newbies eyes looking at the politicians back betrays you and in the blink of an eye you're the one that's being chocked on.

-“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM! GIVE ME SOME MORE OF THAT GOOD SHIT AND ILL BE ON MY FUCKING WAY.ITS NOT THAT BLOODY HARD.”- After the patient yelled this out everything clicked in your mind , the newbie nurse must have given him a heavy dose leaving him now in some sort of withdrawal.  But for the moment all you have to think about is how to get out of this alive , the pressure on your neck starts to make your vision hazy before you black out you throw the syringe to a nurse nearby and the next thing you see is black.

A few minutes later you flutter your eyes open and find yourself in a separate room with the newbie nurse standing by your side.

-“Y/n , how are you? I'm so sorry for how thing turned out, turns out the patient had prior history of substance abuse that wasn't on the chart and he somehow convinced me he was in indescribable pain so I switched up the medicine to dia morphine.- Said the ditzy nurse as he looked at the ground with shame.”

-“You did what?!”- You yelled out sitting straight.

・゜゜・．

Meanwhile in spider society headquarters things seemed to be going rough...

Lately there's been far to many anomalies, taking more spider men than normal to complete missions while also getting more injured than never.

Some spider man were returning so beat up that they couldn't return to their own universe , leaving some altruistic spider people to patch up their injuries to the best of their abilities and bring them home.

-“Miguel , we need to get some sort of medical assistance up in here. You can't keep asking Lyla to guess is someone is in a comma or just concussed. God forbid I start pushing out this baby due to the stress I'm suffering.”- Stated Jessica drew while walking back and forth in Miguel's office.

-“They're spider people they have to get used to a scratch or too.”- mumbled Miguel while looking through his screens for any new anomalies.

-“Miguel i know it's tough to find someone to confide in but please , you're the leader of this organization for a reason , think of their families and partners they'll start to worry , they shouldn't get used to their  loved one coming home with a lip busted open just cause their boss doesn't want to Pay for their health care.”

Spiderman 2099 proceeds to squeeze his eyes with force refusing to accept that all the recent events and getting out of his hands while squeezing the bridge of his nose but with a final exhale he decided to do what's right.

-“Don't worry about it , I'll get to it as soon as possible.”- he replied trying to give Jessica some reassurance

・゜゜・．

-“I assume you know why you’re here y/n.”- Said the hospitals director, in her office as you sat down in front of her , unable to lift your face following the series of catastrophic events.-“I think you and I both know you've made a mistake , but you and I both know you've contributed a lot to this hospital”- said the blond haired director as she stood up started walking around the room.-“What happened yesterday was partially your fault but mainly not , my dear friend ,your patient;  has a little addiction that's harmful to nobody. The newbie giving him dia morphine was the next step for him to level up his addiction. He's tried some other shit before but nothing as good as the pain killer administered to him the day of the events. So taking all things Into consideration i leave you two options

Voluntary resignation or...”- as the words exited the directors mouth you felt your whole world fall to the ground everything you worked for poof , gone in a blink of an eye.- “Or continuing administering dia morphine and other requested pain killers to my friend safely while creating fake patient charts to justify the use of  said drugs to the board of directors.”

இ

After signing in your resignation you cried all the way home on the subway not caring who was watching, how did your life turn out like this? You couldn't blame Gigi, she didn't know all of this was gonna happen.

As soon as you arrived to your apartment you took out a bucket of stratichella ice cream and started applying for jobs right away online.

After almost a week with no luck you started to get desperate. The last job offer that was left was one where you checked all the requirements the down side is they were looking for a male nurse. But as you re read the requirements to decided sure they would change their minds as soon as as they saw your qualifications.

Requirements.

-Registered nurse.

-3+ Years of experience.

-Certified specialist in critical care.

- Motivated and hard working.

-Skillful and diligent.

-Time availability.

-Works well under pressure.

-Age: 23- 30 years old.

-Good physical and mental health.

-No criminal history.

-male

Company: Spid-so.co

Employer: Michael 'o' hare.

Email for inquiries: Lylalovesbunnie999@spidso.com

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Four

Masterlist

Teshteal: Night, ma'am... *already snuggling Joyce real close with a tiny giggle*

Ma: (Ruffles Teshteal’s hair and puts more kisses on his hairline, following up with Joyce. She makes sure the blanket is extra snuggly around them before flashing them both one final smile) “You both get some good rest.” (Walks out of the room as she turns off the light and closes the door behind her)

Joyce: (Quietly giggles right back as she cuddles up with her boyfriend)

Gardio: *catches her fist gently in his hand, not because it hurts him but more because he doesn't want her wasting her energy fighting him* Hey, save some of that energy for the morning. I can't say much for the nightmares but I promise you you'll be safe in the real world.

Jasmine: (Puts up a small toddler tantrum before she defeatedly slumps against Gardio, every so often tensing up and fighting with small bursts of energy)

Ma: (Hasn’t finished her food but she pops her head back into the guest room to see how things are going on)

Gardio: *isn't even phased and stops her every time. Very much like Nick in the regard that toddler tantrums are very ineffective against him. The more she fights, the less he's going to loosen his protective grip. Instead he hums a sweet lullaby to her, occasionally rubbing her stomach to soothe her*

Teshteal: *looking up at his beautiful angel. She's not easy to see in the dark... but then again his horns illuminate her face* I hope these don't bother your sleeping. *apologetic smile*

Joyce: (Rubs his shoulder assuredly) “I’m sure they won’t. Maybe Mama can make you little muffs to put over them for the night just in case in the morning.”

Teshteal: Maybe. But it's too late now. *holding her tight, burying his face in her neck this time*

Jasmine: (Starts to melt at the motion of her stomach being rubbed, almost cursing Ma for showing everyone that trick that makes her so sleepy and gets her to relax) “No…” (Rests her head on Gardio’s chest, still occasionally hitting at him)

Gardio: *smiles at her starting to pass out at the motion, still not at all phased by her attempts to strike him*

Ma: (Smiles at the two, heading back downstairs to finish her last few bites of food)

Jasmine: (Stops fighting him just so she can claw in the air for the door) “Daddy…” (Sobbing waterfalls, coughing on her cries because her throat is sore and dry)

Gardio: *sternly, but softly so he doesn't startle the girl* He needs rest. He can't be with you every second of the day. *thinking "this is going to be a long night..."*

Joyce: (Crinkles her nose cutely) “Yeah, but I bet she will once she gets a chance.” (Kisses the top of his head, clutching the gremlin)

Teshteal: *nibbles on her neck again gently, occasionally moving down to the exposed part of her shoulder*

Joyce: (Hums softly at this, closing her eyes as she rests her chin on Teshteals head)

Jasmine: (Just keeps crying oceans when she hears that while reaching for the door, wanting to be with her dad so badly that there’s a dull ache in her chest that only adds to the discomfort, stress, and pain. Her mind snaps back to what was said in her nightmares, still believing it to be true)

Ma: (Eating her dinner with one hand as she prepares more bottles, one with water and another with baby formula. She frowns, remembering that the teen had thrown up earlier which is why they had to give her fluids through an IV)

Gardio: *hums another lullaby and keeps attempting to rock the ever crying girl to sleep. He's not sure what else to do and he's not about to get Nick. She needs to realize that her dad needs personal space*

Teshteal: *stops to look up at Joyce then goes to kiss her heavily again*

Joyce: (Eyes flutter open from her partial sleep and she makes a surprised noise, quickly recovering to receive the kiss he’s giving her)

Jasmine: (Having another tiny tantrum that she can’t have it her way and be with her dad)

Ma: (Gathers up the salve and bandages from the med room in case they need to swap out Jas’s bandage, taking her Pipboy as well. She heads upstairs to finish brushing her teeth and gathering a few more things)

Gardio: Sorry... you don't always get your way, sweetie. That's how life is... *rubs her stomach again to calm her down*

Teshteal: *quickly pulls back at the squeak* I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you like that. I should have asked-

Joyce: “It’s okay, you just caught me off guard, love.” (Softly peppers kisses on his cheek and jaw, running her fingers through his hair)

Jasmine: (Briefly stops crying out loud and blinks up at him with wide doe eyes that are filled with hurt. She knows that better than anybody, life has never been fair to her since day one. She hardly ever gets it her way… All she wants is Daddy to hold her so she can feel safe and secure from the monsters and demons that come for her. She wants to blubber to him about the mean things the Guard Leader told her. She wants to be soothed from the phantom pain she’s getting from the memories… She wants to be assured that she hasn’t been abandoned again for the third time in her short life)

Gardio: *kindly reassuring her* Your dad can't be with you right now, but I'm here. I don't remember much sign but if you want to talk about your nightmare, I'll try to listen. *smiling warmly down at her*

Teshteal: *eyes widen when she calls him "love". He blushes and smiles the dopiest smile. Despite this, he decides it would be best to get some sleep instead of going any further. There's always the next day. He goes back to cuddling her* Good night, love... if we can even get to sleep.

Joyce: (Nuzzles in her boyfriends hair) “I’m already in a sweet, blissful dream here with you…”

Jasmine: (Puts her thumb to her chin to make the sign for “Suffering” before she sticks it in her mouth. She does another grabby motion for the door with her free hand as she kicks her feet, still yearning for her father)

Ma: (Returns to the guest room now dressed in a long white nightgown, watching as Jas does this) “What’s going on?” (Walks over and sits down on the bed, arranging the stuff she brought on the nightstand and under it)

Gardio: *sadly but matter of factly* She woke up and she's asking for her father. She's not happy I'm refusing to get him.

Ma: “Ah, I see...” (Sets up Jas’s Pipboy so its playing the lullaby, glancing at the bottles then at the teen)

Jasmine: (Yes, she is very unhappy and frightened that she can’t be with Nick and she's been doing her best to express that, but she’s also so damn tired. She stops clawing for the door and hitting Gardio with a broken sob, getting lulled further back into sleep)

Ma: (Stands from the bed and kneels down by the rocking chair, tenderly stroking Jazzy's hair to help soothe her) “When you're ready you can hand her back so you may get some rest. I'll hold her for the night.”

Gardio: *rises slowly and carefully to keep from startling the teen then hands her back to Ma*

Teshteal: *soft loving coo at that. He feels so safe right now*

Joyce: (Caresses his cheeks, giving him another kiss before closing her eyes again)

Teshteal: *soft laugh at the sudden kiss. He nestles his head into the crook of her neck and collar and soon falls asleep*

Joyce: (Keeps petting Teshteals hair, gradually slowing down as she falls asleep herself)

Ma: (Settles herself back on the bed before she takes Jas in her arms)

Jasmine: (Whimpers in confusion at the sudden transition, her little hands gripping Gardio’s shirt as she’s handed off)

Ma: (Softly as she takes the girls hands and cradles her) “Ssh, Rosie. It’s okay, it’s just me. It's Tía Evelyn.” (Starts rocking Jazzy, waiting until her calms back down before she lays them both on the mattress)

Jasmine: (Scrambles to cuddle against Ma's chest, nuzzling back under the neckline of her nightdress so she can hear her heartbeat and feel the comfort of her skin. She ended up undoing two buttons to achieve this then puts her arms around the motherly woman's neck)

Teshteal: *sleeps so soundly next to her. Looks like a sweet little baby*

Gardio: *smiles sadly at the teen before heading to bed. It doesn't take long for him to pass out*

Ma: (Pats and rubs the girls lower back to lull her to sleep)

Jasmine: (Falls asleep a few minutes later, keeping her focus on the sound of Ma’s heartbeat, the warmth from her body, and the sound of her breathing)

Ma: (Sighs to herself as she closes her eyes, praying that Jasmine can get through the night okay)

[Time Jump]

Jasmine: (Sadly didn’t get much of a good nights rest at all, she was constantly waking up with silent sobs and whimpers as the nightmares got more and more horrific)

Ma: (Had subconsciously patted Jas during the night whenever her cried. She awakens early in the morning when she feels the teen tense and cry out) “Oh dear…”

Jasmine: (Currently hyperventilating in her daze, her whole body trembling while she huddles as close as humanly possible she can to Ma)

Ma: (Finds that her chest is completely dampened with the girls tears, making her face riddle with worry) “Shh, baby. It’s okay, it’s only a bad dream….” (Rubbing her back and sides)

Lucille: *stirs awake*

Nick: *was tinkering with his exposed hand while still sitting next to the bed* Morning kiddo. Need anything?

Lucille: I don't know... I'll let you know.

Nick: Well alright. I'm off to get ready for the day. Yell if you need me.

Gardio: *warming up left overs from the other day. He has a serving for himself and his daughter*

Donovan: (Still knocked out on his bed. He’s a very sleepy ghoul, he won’t wake up until a little later)

Joyce: (Still sleeping like a sweet angel, both of her arms still incasing Teshteal in a warm embrace. Some of her gold locks are covering her face, the light sunbeams from outside lighting her up)

Teshteal: *eyes lazily drift open*

Joyce: (Mumbles something about baby goats being adorable, cuddling up to her boyfriend further)

Ma: (Starts stroking her hair) “Honey, I need you to try and calm down for me, alright? Take a deep breath.” (Takes some herself to hopefully get Jas to synchronize with her)

Jasmine: (Only weakly mewls, whines and coughs, still clinging onto Ma tightly. Can’t tell what’s real or not, her current dream being the worst of the worst, her being powerless as a bunch of grown men overtake her small frame and use her to however they wish)

Nick: *walks down the stairs and greets Gardio before he goes to change clothes*

Gardio: Morning. *heads upstairs to share breakfast with his kid*

Lucille: *blinks over at her dad and smiles* Morning, dad.

Gardio: Morning, sweetheart. *sets the food down on the bedside table* How are you feeling?

Lucille: A little better.

Teshteal: *smiles up at her and nuzzles her neck*

Joyce: (Hums and smiles in her sleep, dreaming about sitting in a field of baby farm animals that all adore her and keep jumping over to tackle her in a fit of joyful play)

Ma: (Rubs and pats the girls back with more pressure, wondering if she should do another chest massage or wake Jas up)

Jasmine: (Sniffles and shivers, softly pleading in her sleep to be left alone)

Ma: (Frowns. Judging by the was Jazzy’s voice sounds horse and her breathing is congested and the fact that she has a fever, she probably caught a bug)

Teshteal: *hopes her dreams are as sweet as she is as he lays with her*

Joyce: (Her dreams are the sweetest and most angelic ones that one could get)

Teshteal: *cutely laying next to his girlfriend all curled up around her with his tail slightly wrapped around the two*

Lucille: *sits up and grabs the plate, ready to dive into her food*

Gardio: *sits on the side of the bed and eats with her*

Nick: *slipped into something casual. Decides to check in on the defenses that Lucille put up*

Dogmeat: (Lifts his head up from his spot on the edge of his bed at the smell of sausage, wagging his tail and giving Lucille big puppy eyes while he licks his nose)

Pirate: (Fast asleep on Donovan’s bed, taking up about 75% of the space and is smack dab in the middle so Donny is pressed up against the wall with no pillow)

Donovan: (Doesn’t really care, he’s molded around Pirates body so she’s like a warm fuzzy body pillow for him)

Ma: (Turns Jasmine over again, rubbing her sternum and collarbone with three fingers just as she did earlier)

Jasmine: (Peeps open her eyes with a cry and outstretched arms when she feels Ma isn’t close anymore, her chest still rising and falling rapidly)

Ma: (Pets the poor girls hair with one hand) “Hush, Rosa-Marie. I’m trying to help you breathe and calm down. You’re still safe here, it’s only me and you in the bedroom on a nice fluffy bed.”

Nick: *likes what they've done with the place. Makes some tweaks to help fortify the area a little. Just some wall reinforcements and such. Nothing too major*

Lucille: *catches that look and smiles* I'll save you some for later, boy.

Dogmeat: (Soft woof as he rolls to lay on his back with his tongue out)

Cat: “Mreeeeowww??” (Casually struts up the stairs into the attic like she’s a runway model, going straight up to Lucille and sitting on her back legs while making a begging motion with her front paws)

(Note: I love writing animals lol. Idk if you can tell but I usually have lots of fun with them)

Lucille: You'll get some, too, when I'm done. *continues eating her fill*

Jasmine: (Sniffles, leaning away to cough and sneeze into her elbow to her best ability because she still has manners about that even when completely shredded on the inside and still partly trapped in a living nightmare)

Ma: (Reaches onto the nightstand for some tissues, putting them up to the girls face) “Blow, sweetheart.”

Jasmine: (Blows her nose, a sob whimpering out halfway through as she starts clawing at herself)

Ma: (Knocks Jazzy's hands away then tosses the tissue into the small waste bin, taking some more to wipe Jas's face down. She returns to massaging her to hopefully coax and soothe her into breathing better)

Joyce: (Hums again after a few moments, her eyes slowly fluttering open to stare at her gremlin boyfriend. She smiles warmly with a sleepy yawn) “Morning...”

Teshteal: Morning, my angel. *kisses her jaw*

Joyce: “Mhmmm….” (Yawns and stretches out, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She blinks at Teshteal as the sun shines on her face, her emerald eyes sparking adoringly)

Jasmine: (Breathes deeply along with the massage, calming down after some shudders and tenses although she’s still weeping with fear. She reaches for Ma with both hands outstretched, swatting the ghoul woman’s hands away so she can scoot closer to her)

Ma: (Takes the teen back into her embrace, rubbing deep circles on her back with one hand while the other pat her lower back)

Jasmine: (Snuggles back against her chest, arms tightly wraped around her neck. She would be crying for her dad to come for her if she could, but Jas doesn’t even know where she herself is anymore. All she knows is that the woman laying besides her is labeled safe in her head and Ma is a hell of a lot nicer than the shadows that have been taunting and abusing her)

Teshteal: *looks up at those adoring eyes and blushes. He feels that hunger for her start to rise and fights like hell to suppress it. He doesn't want to do anything that could ruin this but it feels like even his programming is trying to convince him into it. He nuzzles her shoulder to hide his shameful expression. Instead he jokes* Mm... five more minutes... *almost a forced laugh at his stupid joke. His damn programming... that frightens him. If it's for him gratifying himself with her then it's using his own feelings against him to take her out of the picture*

Joyce: (Giggles a little at his joke, her voice as sweet as honey. She starts petting his head) “There’s no rush to go anywhere, love. We can stay here for as long as we want until we decide to head down and head down.”

Nick: *walking around. Decides to tend to repairs where he can. Gives him some more time to think.*

Jasmine: (Gets sucked back into her nightmare soon enough, her body tightly pressing up against Ma’s as she tries to battle what’s not real and what is)

Ma: (Reaches for the rag and water on the nightstand, gently patting the girl's neck and shoulders)

Jasmine: (Whines and sniffles, more terror boiling in her chest as the shadows take all the control and power)

Teshteal: *her voice makes it harder to resist that urge. Quietly* I'm a little worried if we stay here we may do something we'll both regret...

Joyce: (Blinks, thinking it over) “Oh yeah….” (Sleepily yawns, tossing her hair back) “If we fall back asleep, then Donny won’t have the heart to wake me up for my chores which means he’ll do them for me. And I feel bad enough for leaving him hanging for the past few days before yesterday.” (Closes her eyes again, snuggling up to her boyfriend while remaining oblivious to what he actually means) “But it’s just so warm and cozy here with you…”

Lucille: *leaves just enough bits of sausage to give to the two beggars*

Gardio: *also left some sausage for them* Here. Let's break this up for the two of them. *helps her by making a small portion for the cat. He sets both plates down in front each respective pet* There you two go. Enjoy.

Dogmeat: (Jumps down from the bed with a soften bark, chowing down on his sausage)

Cat: (Still sitting on her back legs, putting her paws up to her face and swinging around cutely when the sausage is served to her as an adorable happy dance. She then face plants into her plate, gobbling down her food with little munching noises of happiness)

Lucille: Aaw... cuties. *momentarily in a state of piece watching these two familiar animals gobble down their food*

Teshteal: Er... no. That's not what I meant... Besides you deserve to have a day off every once in a while. *blushes heavily* What I meant was something more... intimate. Third base intimate. That's what I'm worried about. *does not like saying it outloud despite being an adult. Just seems wrong to him*

Joyce: (Looks so confused as she pulls back) “What do you… ohhhhh…” (Face lights up when it clicks what Teshteal is talking about) “Ah, I wasn’t thinking that far ahead yet, hadn’t even crossed my mind.” (Gestures to the door with a small smile) “Do you wanna get up now then? We can go eat breakfast together.”

Ma: (Humming as she carefully parts Jasmines hair to keep it from getting too tangled as she’s been tossing around all night)

Jasmine: (Makes a gagging nose like she’s being choked, her hand around Ma going to her throat where she tries to scratch)

Ma: (Hushes her, taking her hand away as she reassures her again) “Shh, little one. It’s only a dream.” (Thinking about waking up Jas for the day as it seems as if her nightmares are only getting worse)

Jasmine: (Makes a soft noise like she’s pleading brokenheartedly, sounding desperate enough that it could make even a super mutant have sympathy)

Nick: *taking care of the animals since Donovan and Joyce seem indisposed at this point*

Teshteal: We can, but I don't want to leave the comfort of the bed. *stupid and lazy grin, looking up at his loving girlfriend* Only if you want to. I'm fine with whatever you want to do, angel.

Joyce: (Hugs the gremlin detective tighter, pulling up the blankets so they are nice and comfortably tucked in them) “Then let’s stay here and hold each other for some more. It’s not like breakfast is gonna walk away, although it might disappear if Pirate figures out how to open the fridge.”

Ma: (Tears up at Jasmines heart wrenching crying and begging. Her mind once more goes through the horrible possibilities the poor sweet girl might have faced)

Jasmine: (Trying to fight her assaulters as she has always done, or just run like hell. But she can’t even start to do either, they have their arms gripped around her waist so tightly that it’s making it hard to breathe. She can’t even scream bloody murder, not that anyone was ever around to help her so it was useless)

Ma: (Carefully pats Jasmines uninjured shoulder to wake her up) “Rosie, honey…”

Jasmine: (Feels a blinding hot pain erupt through her body from her legs and chest, followed by a cramp in her stomach. She starts kicking wildly, screaming at the top of her lungs, although since she’s so weak and her throat hurts it not as loud)

Ma: (Sits up so she can hold Jas down, continuing to hush the teen to get her to settle down)

Teshteal: *snuggles her some more and yawns with a cute little squeak*

Joyce: (Giggles like a schoolgirl, a huge and loving smile on her face) “Awwww, you’re adorable! Did you know that?” (Brushes some wild hair from off his face)

Jasmine: (Fights against Ma, squirming and swatting until she frees herself)

Ma: (Scrambles to get ahold of the teen) “Rosalinda! Sweetheart, you’re having a bad dream!” (Trying not to hurt Jas or make her panic even more)

Jasmine: (Falls off the bed with a yelp of pain as she lands on her sore spot on her waist, crawling to get away. Her face is completely damp with sweat and tears as she mewls in desperation)

Gardio: *goes downstairs to get some tools and materials to upgrade his daughter's arm*

Lucille: *ready to get her arm back already. Eating with one hand isn't fun*

Teshteal: *sheepish smile* Oh? Must be part of my devilish charm. *swishes his tail mischievously that remark*

Joyce: (Pat the back of his head) “Must be for sure, otherwise I’d say it’s witchcraft because I can’t take my eyes off of you…” (Starts massaging his back as she did yesterday through his shirt)

Gilbert: (Awake and trying to poke his head through the bars of his cage)

Ma: (Stands from the bed, making sure Jas isn’t hurting herself before she rearranges it so the sheets aren’t bunched under together)

Jasmine: (Attempting to crawl under the bed as it’s the only safe spot she can see, still convinced she’s in her nightmare)

Ma: (Bends down besides the girl, rubbing her back assuredly) “Rosalinda- it’s me, Tía Evelyn….”

Jasmine: (Shrieks at the contact and her name, immediately going to cover her face with her arms)

Ma: (Watches with a slight frown as Jas withers on the floor) “Baby, I’m not hurting you but you are hurting yourself. I’m going to pick you up now, alright?” (Carefully starts lifting Jas from the floor)

Jasmine: (Shuffles and yelps as Ma scoops her up in her arms, her hands trying to go for a knife in her boy shorts but she doesn’t have any there)

Ma: (Rocks her from side to side a bit, then sits on the edge of the bed) “Ssh…”

Gardio: *heads back upstairs with a bunch of stuff and a tool kit*

Lucille: *excited to see what they come up with*

Teshteal: *flirting with her* You sure you're not the benevolent witch in this scenario?

Joyce: (Grinning down at him) “Maybe I whipped up a love potion that was too strong, although I’m certain that they work better when the person is already in love with guy they are using it on…”

Puppies: (Also awake and are now whimpering softly and have their front paws on the wall of their playpen, staring up at the bed with their big eyes)

Jasmine: (Makes grabby hands at the door, barely being able to make out the shapes of the room through her tears and stuffy head) “Daddy…”

Ma: (Rubs her sides) “He’ll be back soon, sweetheart. I promise that hasn’t changed.”

Jasmine: (Kicks her feet like a toddler as she cries dramatically) “Nooooo!”

Ma: (Lays down on the bed with Jas on top of her so she can’t escape easily, gently brushing back her long curls so they aren’t everywhere while keeping an arm around her) “It’s okay Rosie. You were having a bad dream, you’re still safe.”

Jasmine: (Fights some more, then gives up with a defeated cry and sobs oceans as she cuddles up in the same spot she was earlier)

Nick: *wraps up with the animals* There. Now they won't have to worry... *finally goes to check on Jasmine... not looking forward to it honestly because he doubts she's in much better spirits than before but that's just the way things are right now. He walks into the guest room and holds back a tired sigh at the restless teen turned infant*

Gardio: *making armored casing that's meant to go around her arm. There's going to be a retractible steal blade in it, now*

Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at that last part* And now I'm madly in love with you... *he looks at the pen* Oh- I think they want your attention. *thinks they're all so precious despite what he knows the puppies will grow up to be*

Joyce: (Pouts and rises from the bed) “Way to ruin the moment you two.” (Sees Gilbert chewing on the bars of his cage) “I mean three…” (Walks over to the pen and lifts one of the puppies out, wiping her bottom down with a wet wipe before she sets her on the bed)

Light Brown Puppy: (Makes a beeline for Teshteal, her little sausage body wiggling all over the place as she goes to lick him)

Joyce: (As she wipes the male puppy down) “These two usually would be in Ma’s room, but since she’s rearranging it they are in here for now.” (Kisses the puppy’s itty-bitty face) “But they’re so cute that I’m not complaining!”

Jasmine: (Doesn’t notice her dad in the doorway of the guest room room, her face is completely buried in Ma’s chest as she weeps bitterly, her head blaring the annoying screeching sound that only makes her feel worse)

Ma: (Raises her head and gives a small smile at Nick, not saying anything just in case he’s only checking in to see how Jas is doing)

Jasmine: (Nuzzles closer to Ma and grips onto her dress, again trying to ground herself into reality with her heartbeat and the warmth from her skin)

Nick: *nods with a sad smile and comes closer* Hey, doll. You feeling any better?

Teshteal: *falls over playfully. He jokingly cries* Aaah! I'm being assailed! *gives the little brown sausage a dozen pets on her head and back*

Girl Puppy: (Attacks him with plenty of puppy kisses with her tiny tongue and little yips of happiness at the attention he’s giving her)

Joyce: (Breaks out into a huge grin and sets down the male puppy who immediately follows his playmates example) “Ahhh! They love you already!”

Gardio: *fashioning some proper casing for the fingers- not that it bothered Nick. Then again, maybe not taking into account proper maintenance and protection is an example that shouldn't be followed if the Acadia visit is anything to go by*

Jasmine: (Slowly raises her head at the sound of her dads voice. She stares up at Nick with big and teary eyes that have deep terror and pain written in them. She blinks twice, unsure of what to do as the last thing she remembers is that he snapped at her before disappearing into thin air. But she’s been crying for him all this time and now he’s finally here…)

Ma: (Pats Jasmines lower back to reassure her, wiping some tears off her cheeks with another tissue)

Jasmine: (Reaches out her arms for her dad to pick her up for a brief moment, then suddenly hides her face again in Ma’s chest with a frustrated scream at herself as her hands go to harshly tug on her hair)

Nick: *kindly but sadly at this reaction* Hey, Rosie. It's alright... *kneels down to her level so she doesn't feel threatened*

Ma: (Gently takes Jasmines hands away from her head so she doesn’t pull out her own hair)

Jasmine: (Would be kicking her feet but she can’t without possibly hurting Ma. She raises her head again at her Dad’s reassuring voice, searching his face for a long moment before she timidly holds out her arms to him with pleading childlike eyes that lock directly with his)

Teshteal: *giggling at all the puppy kisses* Yeah- Aside from big dogs, I really like animals! Always have since I was a kid growing up near the bad side of town.

Joyce: (Rushes over to take her spot besides Teshteal so she can join in the cuteness overload) “No wonder you were so fond of our chicks.” (Sits down on the bed, laughing as one of the puppies comes over to kiss her hands then climbs into her lap to lick her face)

Gilbert: (Still nibbling on the bars of his cage, looking slightly offended that Joyce’s attention is being held up with the puppies and her boyfriend)

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Of Two Worlds (Book 3) Chapter Eight

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Chapter Eight: Stolen

Summary: (Y/N) refuses to cower even as the situation gets worse.

            (Y/N) and Itadori stared in horror at Sukuna, smirking malevolently from Megumi’s face.

            No, no, no! Panic flashed through (Y/N)’s mind. Not this. Not Megumi. She couldn’t lose Megumi. Her anger solidified to cold fury, and her eyes and curse marks blazed to life.

            “Let him go!” she hissed.

            Sukuna’s smirk just widened. “No. I don’t think I will.”

            “Fushiguro!” shouted Itadori, trying to call his friend back to the front.

            Before he could react, Sukuna was in front of him, fist up. It collided with Itadori, and he was thrown backwards through several buildings. Sukuna turned on (Y/N), but her reflexes kept her alive. She blocked his fist with the side of her arm. It hurt, but her curse-like strength kept her upright.

            Sukuna cocked his head as (Y/N) braced against him, gritting her teeth. “Not pretending to be human anymore, are we?” His eyes fell to her glowing curse marks. “Good.” He grinned. “But not good enough.”

            He struck again, and (Y/N) blocked but was thrown into a building. She coughed up blood as she landed. Sukuna lunged and slammed her head onto the ground again. (Y/N) groaned, heading spinning as his fiery cursed energy burnt at her icy energy. His foot ground down on her head, and (Y/N) knew that with a single movement he could crush her skull. She was exhausted and injured, and Sukuna knew she was unsure how to really fight Sukuna because it put Megumi at risk.

            Before Sukuna could do anything, though, Kurusu flew down from above, and Sukuna moved away from (Y/N)’s body to face her.

            “Angel, wait! You’ll hurt Megumi!” cried Kurusu as the Angel piloted her body.

            “There’s no other choice!” said the Angel. “It’s him! It’s the Disgraced One! Before the Disgraced One achieves a stronger hold over him, we must strip him away and eliminate him! We must take the risk! Now! Jacob’s Ladder!”

            A large rune of pure white light erupted into existence in the sky above them, and the pure energy blasted down at Sukuna in Megumi’s body.

            Kurusu nearly wept as she attacked. “Give him back! Give him back! Megumi belongs to me!”

            “Hana…”

            Kurusu’s eyes widened as Megumi’s voice appeared.

            “I remember now.” He extended a hand to her. “Thank you. I’m fine now.”

            “Megumi!” wept Kurusu in relief. She embraced him. “When it came to you, I’ve always—”

            “That’s not Megumi!” (Y/N) forced the words out of her mouth, coughing up blood with it. She knew Megumi, knew his very soul, and that wasn’t him. It was Sukuna.

            But it was already too late, and Kurusu’s body fell limp as blood leaked from her injured head.

            “Foolish human,” said Sukuna, carelessly tossing her body to the side. It careened over the edge of the rooftop and landed with a sickening thud below. He scoffed. It was obvious to anyone that Fushiguro Megumi only cared for one person in that way, and Kurusu Hana was not that person. No, Megumi would not fight back for her.

            Sukuna’s eyes narrowed as Itadori jumped onto the roof across from him. (Y/N) could be seen getting to her feet, too, as she recovered from her disoriented state. Megumi wouldn’t fight for Kurusu, no, but now…Sukuna tsked. He’d have to dispose of them quickly.

            “You’re still here?” he said to Itadori, raising a bored eyebrow.

            Itadori growled and jumped. “Sukuna!”

            His punch hit the building as Sukuna evaded, but the power sent the building crumbling. Even Sukuna raised his eyebrows in mild surprise at the sheer strength. Itadori kicked a piece of rubble at Sukuna, and Sukuna blocked it, but at the next moment, Itadori was behind him, enraged and ready to fight. He kicked Itadori before he could be attacked and tsked.

            “Kenjaku does the grossest things,” he said.

            “You! Why can’t you jerks just live a normal life?! Why do you have to spread misery?!” shouted Itadori.

            A slash cut across his body, and blood flew into the air. He collapsed to his knees, and Sukuna looked down at him.

            “Well, allow me to ask why are you so weak?” He cocked his head. “You’re weak, yet you cling to life. Continuing on your path means destruction, yet you wish to be happy for as long as possible. You should spend your lives stifling misery.”

            Itadori gritted his teeth and forced himself to his feet. “You should be the one trying to stifle this misery!”

            Sukuna smirked. “Come closer.”

            Itadori took a single step closer, and a myriad of cuts split open his body. He collapsed to the ground, groaning, and Sukuna smirked.

            His smirk fell as he evaded (Y/N). She was already upon him, punching at him. He dodged, and she landed, pivoting to kick. She refused to use her weapons, unsure about hurting Megumi, but that didn’t take away all of her power. Her cursed strength remained.

            Sukuna raised a hand and blocked her. He smirked and prepared to slash into her body. His smirk fell. His cursed energy was fluctuating, growing smaller as he tried to attack. Cuts erupted on (Y/N)’s body, but it wasn’t nearly enough to keep her down yet.

            Sukuna narrowed his eyes. Megumi was fighting against his control because it was (Y/N) in danger. The Ten Shadows user and the Child of the Night. Sukuna tsked. Troublesome.

            “I’ll need to polish up this form,” sighed Sukuna.

            “Don’t talk about him like that,” snapped (Y/N), voice sharp. Lunar Cycle: Gibbus Moon. Her katana appeared in her hands.

            Sukuna smirked. “Are you sure you’re willing to risk his life?”

            (Y/N) didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure at all. She could be killing Megumi, and that was an inconceivable idea to hurt. However…she refused to watch him be controlled by Sukuna. (Y/N) knew Megumi would despise it. So, (Y/N) would find a way to get Sukuna out of his body. And then she’d save Megumi.

            After all, she was willing to do anything for him. She’d pay any price to have him back.

            (Y/N) shifted into position, katana raised. Sukuna wouldn’t be easy to take on, but for Megumi, she’d do it. She lunged and slashed at Sukuna. He blocked, and (Y/N) used the impact to rebound over him. She twisted as she jumped and cut his arms, drawing blood as she landed behind him.

            “A few cuts isn’t going to bring back your dear Fushiguro,” sneered Sukuna.

            (Y/N) cocked her head. “It’s not just cuts.”

            Icy flames erupted in the slashes on Sukuna’s arms, and the freezing temperatures collected into hypothermia. Sukuna’s own fiery technique extinguished (Y/N)’s fire, but there had been damage done, and Sukuna could feel it. The Halfling had grown much stronger than the last time they fought. This was not someone masquerading as a human. (Y/N) had found more of her cursed nature and used it to her advantage.

            Sukuna attacked (Y/N) before she could move again, and she put up her arms, taking the brunt of the attack. It was diluted as Megumi fought against Sukuna, but it still hurt, and (Y/N) was thrown into a building.

            She pushed herself to her feet and moved to attack, and Sukuna slammed a hand on the ground. His technique cleaved into the ground and sent rubble flying into the air. Poor Itadori’s body was thrown around, and (Y/N) barely managed to hang on. She twisted and leapt between pieces of debris to approach him.

            Sukuna kicked several pieces of rubble at (Y/N), and she slashed through them with flames of ice. She lunged at him, but he raised a hand and snapped his fingers. Cuts appeared across her body even as she attacked. (Y/N) gritted her teeth and slashed down at Sukuna.

            He jumped back as silver flames chased him. Even as (Y/N) fell to her knees from the various injuries on her body, Sukuna could feel the freezing fire burning at him. (Y/N) slammed her katana into the ground, and flames erupted from the cracks in the pavement, flying up at Sukuna.

            Maximum Output: Frost Calm

            The moment before impact, a slab of ice slammed between (Y/N) and Sukuna before her attack could hit him. Sukuna landed on top of the ice and grinned down at (Y/N).

            She pushed herself up onto her elbows. “I won’t let you control him!”

            “No, and that’s why I need to get rid of you.” Sukuna gazed down at her darkly. “I might not be able to kill you,” he said. “But…” He raised a hand.

            A powerful cut struck through (Y/N)’s abdomen, and blood flew through the air. Between the bloodless and other injuries, darkness tinged (Y/N)’s vision. She watched as a woman with red hair and a person with white and red hair appeared beside Sukuna.

            “I can leave you for dead.”

            (Y/N)’s final sight was Nue, summoned by Sukuna, carrying Sukuna and his companions away. For a moment, all she could see was Megumi, a boy in black, submerging into darkness and reaching out towards silver light.

            “Megumi…”

            (Y/N) couldn’t reach back to the boy she loved.

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            “My deepest apologies for intervening,” said Uraume as they stood beside Sukuna.

            “Apologies? No, no, do you have any idea what he could have done if that fight went any further?” Ren turned a cold glare onto Sukuna. “Do you have any idea what you were risking?”

            Sukuna scoffed. “Everything is fine. You two worry far too much. I made it back after a thousand years, you think I can’t handle a single body?”

            “Don’t flatter yourself, husband. There are less risky ways to return to us,” said Ren.

            “But then I couldn’t see your annoyed faces,” said Sukuna, smirking.

            “Sukuna, this is hardly the time for teasing. There is too much at stake,” said Uraume.

           “You’re right, of course, spouse,” said Sukuna, nodding to Uraume. “Have you prepared the bath?”

            “Of course, but we anticipated a different vessel,” said Uraume.

            “I have the Ten Shadows Technique. That’s what’s important,” said Sukuna.

            “This isn’t the plan,” said Ren as they landed at Kenjaku’s base and began their walk to Sukuna’s literal bloodbath. “The plan is to get rid of the Zenin boy so that we don’t risk anything happening again.”

            “The boy won’t be a problem. All I need to do is drown his soul and the body will be mine,” said Sukuna as he descended towards the bath.

            “You’re following more of Kenjaku’s plan than ours,” said Ren. She crossed her arms and exchanged a look with Uraume. Neither liked how much Sukuna was taken in by Kenjaku.

            “Having this form won’t interrupt your plans,” said Sukuna. “Besides, it’s better for fighting sorcerers with.” He walked past her and submerged himself in the pool of blood. Within him, Megumi’s soul shuddered and sank deeper into darkness as the pure evil surrounded him.

            Megumi had only two bits of light left for him, and his soul cradled them protectively.

            Ren and Uraume gazed at Sukuna beneath the blood. Ren’s eyes narrowed, and Uraume was stiff beside her.

            “When did it become just our plans and not his as well?” said Uraume warily. The choice of words wasn’t lost on them.

            “When Kenjaku’s influence began to unravel his vows with us,” spat Ren. She straightened her mask. “That man cannot be trusted.”

            “Sukuna believes that his strength will mean Kenjaku cannot harm him,” said Uraume. They were perceptive and understood how their wife and husband thought. “He is ignoring our warnings.”

            “He’s being foolish,” said Ren.

            “And he is unravelling the vows that matter,” said Uraume. They glanced at Ren. “We’re losing him.”

            Ren shook her head. “No. We won’t let Kenjaku take him from us.”

            “We can’t force him to follow the plan. He won’t listen to us,” said Uraume darkly.

            “Then we’ll complete the plan as needed,” said Ren.

            “What about Sukuna?” asked Uraume.

            “…We’ll protect him. Even if it’s from himself,” said Ren. She looked to Uraume. “But if he chooses Kenjaku over us, then we leave him.”

            Uraume nodded shortly. They had forever been loyal to Sukuna, and now they were loyal to Ren as well, but if Sukuna abandoned them for Kenjaku of all sorcerers, they would let him go.

            “If we cannot be respected and our bows are not honored, then there is no place for loyalty,” said Uraume.

            “No,” agreed Ren.

            Their conversation ended as Sukuna rose from the blood bath and dressed in a yukata of black and white.

            “I need Fushiguro Tsumiki’s location,” he said. “Yorozu has challenged me.”

            “She is in Sendai,” said Uraume.

            “Finish this all quickly,” said Ren, crossing her arms. “We have other things to deal with.”

            “Of course, my wife, my spouse,” said Sukuna, inclining his head. “This body will be mine, and I will return to you.” He reached out and squeezed Uraume and Ren’s hand, letting a slight smile appear before he started up out of the building to face Yorozu.

            Uraume and Ren watched him. Uraume reached out to touch Ren’s hand. They knew how much they both wanted Sukuna to rethink what he was doing.

            “That body could be his ruin,” said Ren.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

(TW) Near Death Experience Masterlist

Breathless (ao3) - Phandiction

Summary: This is an alternative, chaptered ending to my fic Powerless

Bury Your Flame (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: After receiving a dragon egg when his grandfather passed away, Phil is forced to ask for help from the local dragon tamer. As he soon finds out, Dan Howell is nothing he’s been expecting. Infuriating, ludicrous, and completely lacking respect, Dan is everything Phil hates. But Phil will do anything to make his grandfather proud, even if that means getting help from the local cluck.

Collision (ao3) - TortiTabby

Summary: A day full of arguing and disagreements on tour gets turned on it's head when an incident puts things in perspective.

Don’t Leave Me (ao3) - ohhowellno

Summary: When you love someone so much they can never do anything wrong. Right? But when they do something wrong it seems like everything goes to pieces. And sometimes it's hard to put the pieces back together.

from the sky to the center (ao3) - 87lester

Summary: Being a Guardian angel has never been simple, and up until now Phil has handled it as well as he can. But a close call with death threatens both Phil and his human's existence, and Phil very quickly learns what sacrificing yourself for another truly entails.

home with you (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: An accident on a lonely road leads to the unthinkable. Now Dan has to face his fears and look for help before it's too late.

Let’s Get Through Today (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It's unexpected when it happens, and they're not sure how to cope, but they learn. There's an accident; that's what it was. An accident. And it changes their lives completely, possibly forever. A wrench is thrown into all their plans for the year, but time goes on, and all you can do is move along with it, and Phil will always be there for Dan when he needs it most, and along the way learns just how much he needs Dan right back.

Losing Everything and Falling In Love (ao3) - ironicallyrad (snakedolls)

Summary: After arguing between who should go buy milk, Dan finally gives in and heads out. It's not until after 40 minutes that he's out, that Phil receives a call from the hospital saying his best friend is in a coma. Phil has to go through the struggle of possibly losing his best friend and then helping him recover as he falls desperately in love.

One Step At A Time (ao3) - TwistedRocketPower

Summary: It’s amazing, the things we take for granted. When Dan is seriously injured while out running errands, both he and Phil must learn to adjust to a new life. One night changed their lives forever, and they have to learn how to handle it one step at a time.

Oswald (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan is an asshole, Phil goes through a tragic accident, and this somehow brings them together.

Also Phil owns a pancake restaurant.

Plenty of Fish in the Sea (ao3) - MarriedPhan1234

Summary: When Dan and his family move into a new house on the beach, he has high hopes that he will be able to finally make some friends. He doesn't have much luck at school, but things start looking up for him when he starts spending more time in the water. He can't help but wonder if he and Phil will ever be able to have a good old fashioned Mario Kart tournament, though.

Or, Phil is a mermaid and they become bff's!

Phil Lester, The Spy Who Shagged Me (ao3) - CactiPhan

Summary: Phil Lester, AKA 009, is an international spy working with MI6 When an unbearably cute boy compromises one of his missions, but they end up becoming secret partners in crime to save the world- till one of them gets hurt...

Piecing Together My Mind (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: When Dan is the victim of a terrible car accident, he suffers unbelievable trauma to his brain. As a result, only a few doctors in the world can perform the operation that is needed for him to recover: one the doctors being Phil Lester from America. Through the surgery and his recovery, Phil is there for him every step of the way, leading them into a spiral of love no one can predict, which eventually gains attention and popularity through a book written by Dan.

Sea of Love (ao3) - troyiesivanie

Summary: Dan and Phil grew up together in Australia and took frequent late night outings, now that Dan has his licence a trip to the beach ends in a way they never could have imagined.

See Me (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan gets in an accident, leaving him in critical condition. He ends up stuck in between life and death, watching his own body fight to stay alive- and watching Phil fall apart, but he can’t do anything about it in his ghostly form.

He was confused and didn’t know what to do but he was sure of one thing, he wasn’t going to let himself die.

(TW) Seized (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: It started out as a fun day at the park but it ended in terror. Phil takes his little Dan to the park and while Phil is not looking, Dan suddenly gets kidnapped. What will happen to Dan? Will Phil ever see his boyfriend again? Did Phil have something to do with it?

Siren Call (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Beware of the siren's call, they tell you.

Dan had heard enough horror stories about sirens to be thoroughly terrified. He never wanted to go near the water, but as fate would have it, Dan's father had to sign him up for on a merchant's ship bound for the siren's passage. Dan had a sinking feeling that he was not going to survive an encounter with one of the deadly predators. Those touched by the siren's kiss were bound to drown. Except... it doesn't go quite like that.

the lucky ones (ao3) - sohmaskyos

Summary: AU in which everything is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. Or, the one where Dan and Phil meet and are thrown into a world of colour.

Weather With You (ao3) - Evening42

Summary: "The man’s arms dropped slowly to his side and he didn’t speak, just looking at Phil, the glare fading from his eyes. Phil opened his mouth to speak again but was stopped by the sudden realisation that firstly this man was gorgeous, and secondly that his eyes, despite the depth of colour, were the most dead and cold that he had ever seen, the previous glare the only speck of emotion present. His mouth remained open as he struggled to regain his thoughts and calm his now wildly beating heart, a sudden large breaking wave the only thing that brought him back to his senses."

Phil moves to an isolated cottage to start his dream of writing a novel. He meets a mysterious silent stranger on the beach who has a tragic history.

[wickedanddeadly]

Heather Saxe Cohen's Bio

" Don't let my innocent face fool you. I'm actually a devil in disguise... Underestimating me will be your downfall. "

Heather was a troubled teen who always found herself getting into trouble. Mostly that was because she learned at a young age how to pick not only pockets but locks as well. Time and time again she found herself in trouble and facing jail time. Her parents had enough of this behavior and gave her the choice - either straighten herself up or get out of their home. Heather took this as her chance to escape. Her parents fought all the time. She can’t remember a single instance when her parents were happy together. She packed her bags and hit the road.

She used her skill of pickpocketing to make it from place to place, and she never really stayed in one location for very long. It was better to keep on the move when you weren’t a law-abiding citizen. Soon she found herself in Santa Carla. People swarmed there in flocks; it would be a good place to make some quick cash for her next trip. After ripping off countless people on the Boardwalk she darted off into the woods not to be caught. She was looking for a way back to the train station when suddenly she was surrounded by werewolves. Never would she have believed such creatures existed. This was her end or so she thought. When she didn’t think anything could surprise her more a man by the name of Peter appeared. He moved so quickly that she couldn’t even keep up with him. He attacked the wolves who were attacking her. Somewhere amidst the fight she was thrown back and knocked out. When she woke up, she was in Peter’s home – he had been taking care of her.

Slowly but surely the two started growing close and a relationship between them emerged. For a year or so things were fine, but then Peter started acting differently. Something about him changed, and he began pulling back from her. She wasn’t left in the dark for long - Peter told her he would not subject her to this kind of life and that she needed to leave Santa Carla and never return. Heather refused to go along with any of this, she fought him about it as hard as she could. But in the end, it was pointless. It took Sonya to tell her it was for the best before she reluctantly agreed. Sonya relocated Heather and then vanished.

For several years she was utterly heartbroken. She had to find something to take her mind off the man she had madly fallen in love with. His being a vampire was never an issue to her. Instead of turning back to a life of crime, she buried herself in school and soon became a very well-known lawyer. Little did she know she had a little help with that since Sonya made sure all records of her criminal past vanished without a trace. One late night after work Heather left her office and was on her way home when she felt like she was being followed. That eerie feeling, she felt so many years ago fell over her. When she turned around to confront her pursuer she was stunned and knocked off her feet. The man standing behind her .. his face was disfigured but strangely she wasn’t scared. When he spoke, her heart sank. His memories were tainted, whatever he had gone through left his memories clouded. But she instantly knew this was Peter … this was her Peter.

For a brief period, they stayed at her place giving him time to fully recover and remember the events of what happened to him. They then decided to rejoin Sonya and her family in Los Angeles. Things were rocky in the start because of Hades but once all of that was settled it gave Peter and Heather time to catch up on all the time they had lost together. Peter started acting strangely again and at first, she panicked thinking the past was about to replay itself. She was very wrong – while she had thought about it many times, she never thought it was something Peter would offer. She was surprised when he asked her to spend eternity with him. The offer to change her was placed on the table. Without hesitation, she agreed and now they are just waiting for the right moment because the family moving again put a stall on their plans.

As of December 2021: Heather has since been turned (willingly) by Peter. This put her on X's radar, and she was used by him to lure Peter into a trap. After recovering in one of Peter's ally's homes in Europe, it was advised by his daughter, Sonya, that they remain out of sight for the time being. Heather and Peter are now engaged.

Powers and abilities Immortal Flight Enhanced Strength, Speed, Agility, Durability, Senses, Stamina Regenerative Healing Factor Weaknesses Sunlight Holy Water Stake Through The Heart The Thirst Basic stats Height: 5'5" Hair: Blonde Eyes: Hazel Relations Peter ( Mate ) The Alexander Family Face claim - Dianna Agron

[angelenohq]

in the city of angels.

NAME: Diana "Kirby" Aguero FACE CLAIM: Camila Morrone AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 26 & January 13th, 1997 HOMETOWN: Encinitas, California TIME IN LOS ANGELES: Six years NEIGHBORHOOD: Santa Monica OCCUPATION: Former pro-surfer, part time bartender

biography.

trigger warning: injury

Her parents, if you couldn’t tell, were major nerds back in the day. Enough so that they chose to name their daughter over their favorite superhero and then gave her a Nintendo character middle name. As much it baffles her now, it is only made worse by the fact that they began to just call her Kirby which ended up sticking and led her to live out her life known only as Kirby. She avidly avoids wearing pink because of it. The small family of three lived in a tiny house in Encinitas, a two minute walk from the beach, as her father worked as a computer engineer and her mother, an orthodontist. Her first memories are out in the water, the salt spraying in her eyes, as her father taught her to surf. She was hooked almost instantly. Her free time, after school and on the weekends, were either spent in the water or at the home of some of the other beach kids, watching surfing videos. Every surf competition that came to town saw Kirby pushing through the crowds so she could get the best view, her own board never more than ten feet away. She had the advantage of living in a part of the world with some of the best surfs and by having parents more than willing to indulge her.

The junior leagues got to know her name pretty quickly, as Kirby knew that her best bet was to take advantage of the fact that the internet was currently on the rise. She made sure her best bits were uploaded wherever she could find, so that by the time her pro career started just after her fourteenth birthday, Kirby was already on people’s radar. She began traveling to all the California meets, then the Hawaii ones, on her parents’ dime and she honestly had never felt so glad that her mother put metal in peoples’ mouths or that her dad fiddled with hard drives all day, just so she could feel the water beneath her fingers. However, at sixteen, they didn’t even need to back her with their money as Kirby found herself accepting multiple sponsorships, appearing on surf magazine covers, doing benefit comps. Her parents, bless them, made sure that the money she made was always put safely away for her, knowing that she’d have use for it later. How right they were.

Just after eighteen, Kirby set her sights on becoming a world champ. It was hard enough being a woman in the sport but with her goal to be the best in the whole world, regardless of gender, people tended to dismiss her. Kirby refused to let that stop her. She had a phenomenal team backing her, one that got her to every meet around the world and boosted her social media presence so she wasn’t just the surf girl - she was the surf girl. It helped that she was actually a force to be reckoned with. She surfed Nazaré for goodness sake. It was 2018, she was the most followed surfer on Instagram, she had just covered Sports Illustrated, the WSL championship title was in her goddamn grasp and she’d only be a year older than Kelly Slater when he won his (and he was her ultimate hero) when it happened. A freak accident, thrown off her board, hitting her back on the edge of a very sharp rock, and she nearly drowned. When she woke up three days later, in a brace, in a hospital room, Kirby knew it was over.

She was miserable for the year following. Her parents had moved into her old beach apartment (no, literally, it was on the beach, her back doors opened to sand) while she worked to recover in physical therapy. While her doctor had said she was more than welcome to go back out into the water, he advised against hardcore training as she once had done. Her career was done and she seemed to darken a bit. It took her nearly the whole year to even approach the tide. When she finally made it out onto the water, one early morning, sitting there as the sun rose, she sobbed for over an hour. That day, she came back to the apartment and told her parents she had to sell it. She couldn’t live there anymore �� the sound of the crashing waves once brought her peace but now just served as a reminder. Kirby downgraded to a small apartment above a boutique in Santa Monica and while she’s kept her social media following, especially with her dry humor that mixes with her desire to cope with her trauma through jokes, Kirby has mostly kept herself out of the way from the surf world. Last year, she took a job as a part time bartender at a club in WeHo.

Realistically, she doesn’t have to work ever again but the need to have some structure in her life forced her out of the house. She’s happy … ish, nowadays, but when she closes her eyes at night, she can still feel the water beneath her fingertips sometimes.

[beels-burger-babe]

A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 3

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don’t know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury

***I legitimately teared up while writing this. This...This is heavy folks. Please remember to take care of yourselves before, during, and after reading this fic. Be safe lovelies ❤ -B ***

Part 1: HERE, Part 2: HERE, Part 4: HERE

The day had passed by agonizingly slow. The brothers really had no choice but to follow Solomon's orders, so they waited. With every second they could feel the invisible hands grasping their hearts squeeze tighter and tighter.

None of them had left the living room where they had gathered. They were all too frightened that an update on your condition would come in and they wouldn't be there to receive it. At least that's what was silently agreed upon. In reality, they were each taking comfort in being with the only people that could possibly understand what the other was going through.

No one knew what to do or say. There really was nothing to do or say. They had promised to always protect you, and because of a foolish argument, they had failed that in the worst way possible. Finally, after nearly twelve hours of radio silence, Asmodeus's D.D.D. dinged.

Asmodeus had never taken his phone out so quickly before. "Simeon and I are awake. MC is still unconscious. We will let you in and try to get you to see MC. Luke is still adamant about not letting you all in, so be ready for him," Asmo read out loud. Satan huffed as he started towards the door. "I don't care who Luke thinks he is, he's not stopping us from seeing our partner. Let's go."

*** As they arrived at the Hall, all of them were shocked to see a trail of now dried blood leading to the doorway. No matter how long it had been there, the scent still made it glaringly obvious that it was yours. Asmodeus gagged and turned his head away from the sight. "If it's already this bad out here, what are we going to be walking into?" He managed to choke out.

Lucifer swallowed down the lump in his throat and marched ahead. "It doesn't matter. Right now, MC needs us. We failed to be there for them earlier, I refuse to do so again." The eldest lead the charge to the front door of Purgatory Hall. He raised his fist to knock when several voices started shouting from the other side. "You never should've called them here!" "Luke, that's not for you to decide. They're-" "I don't care who they are!!!"

The door suddenly was thrown open just enough to reveal Luke.

You would think that the small angel was the Avatar of Wrath and not Satan. He glared at them with all the fury of the Celestial army. His face was red and his teeth were bared in a snarl. Despite all this anger, however, his eyes were still tinged red with tears.

"Leave now! You're not welcome here!" he barked before going to slam the door; Beel quickly caught it with his hand. "We're not leaving until we see MC." A growl that they had never thought they would hear from sweet little Luke, vibrated from deep within his chest before he began throwing himself at the door, clearly doing everything he could to try and close it.

"NO!!! You don't deserve to see them! You monsters are the reason they're like this! GET OUT! LEAVE!!" Simeon suddenly appeared from within the Hall and pulled Luke against his chest. "Luke, stop it! You're going to hurt yourself!" The young angel screamed and struggled as Simeon softly shushed him. It wasn't long before the screams turned into sobs and Luke broke down in Simeon's arms. The brothers didn't know how to react. Was the state you were in truly so bad to merit such an emotional response from Luke? Dread began to grow more and more within them as guilt kept them frozen in place.

The older angel sighed and gently began to rub Luke's back, before looking at the brothers with an emotionless expression. "As you can see, Luke is greatly concerned with MC's well-being, as we all are," he tightened his hold on Luke before he continued. "You may see them-" "WHA- Simeon, no!!!" Simeon gently shushed him and ran a hand through Luke's hair. "I know. I know you don't want them to, Luke, but they love MC just like you do. At the very least, we should let them see the results of their negligence, don't you think?" The lords winced at the jab and the harsh edges on Simeon's words. It was clear that no one in that house truly wanted them there. Luke pouted. "Fine. But I want to be in the room when they do." Simeon nodded and released the young angel. "Of course. I'm sure MC will be grateful for how attentive you've been to them when they wake up." He ruffled Luke's hair before glancing at the brothers once again. "Follow me." Their footsteps echoed through the quiet halls like a death knell. Each one rang louder and louder in the ears of the worried demons. They hadn't even seen you yet, and even so, each and every one of them were already beginning to wonder how they could ever let this happen to you. Images of you might look like flashed inside their heads. Perhaps you would resemble a mummy from the number of bandages required to heal you. Perhaps you would resemble a corpse, half-dead as you struggled to keep your heartbeat steady. No matter what they imagined, however, nothing prepared them for the real thing. Simeon swung open the doors to the lounge without any word or warning. The brothers' stumbled to a stop and collectively choked at the sight. You were laid out on the table in the middle of the room. Gauze covered a large section of the left side of your cheek and a strip around the circumference of your head. What little skin was visible was sunken in, making you appear dead. If it hadn't been for the shallow rising and falling of your chest, the brothers most certainly would have believed you were. Solomon had been in the process of checking the bandages on your shoulder when they entered, giving each of them a good eye full of the deep bite marks that covered your shoulder, collarbone and neck. There was so much red, that they could barely make out what was an injury and what wasn't. With a nauseous thought, they realized that small chunks of skin had even been torn from the flesh. They must have had to remove your clothes at some point during your healing process, for the only thing that covered you was a thin blanket that was trapped over your torso. All, except Satan, recognized it as one of the blankets from the Celestial realm. Though Satan had put two and two together when he spotted the small tag hanging from a corner with Luke's name written on it in golden cursive. The fact that you were barely covered meant that they could clearly see your bandaged thighs and the small, bandaged, stump of where your leg had been cut off from the knee down. The silence was cut off by a strangled sob from Asmodeus.

Solomon's head snapped as he only now noticed everyone. Rather than moving comfort the demon whom he's had a pact with for centuries, Solomon only narrowed his eyes into a glare and silently went back to work.

Asmodeus moved towards you, shakily reaching out a hand to touch. But he was stopped as Luke quickly slapped the hand away. The angel starred icily at him. "They're still recovering, you idiot. Touch them with your filthy infernal hands and you could infect and kill them."

Asmodeus snarled through his tears, and opened his mouth to shout at Luke, but was stopped when a hand sat on his shoulder. He glanced over to see Satan shaking his head as tears ran down his cheeks.

"He's right," Satan whispered, not bothering to hide the pain in his tone. "They're in an extremely fragile state. We should all, at the very least, wash our hands first." the others looked at him surprised. There wasn't a trace of anger in his voice. Only grief and regret. Satan looked over at Solomon, "Then I'm sure we'd all like to sit with them?"

The others held their breath as they waited for the reply, but Solomon simply remained silent and refused to acknowledge them. "Please," Beelzebub begged through a sob. Belphie held on tightly to his twin's hand. It may have looked as though he had down it to comfort Beel, but in reality, that hand was the only thing keeping him on his feet. Beel took in a stuttered breath before continuing, "W-We messed up last night, and we can't t-take that back, but I-I need to be with them right now. Please. I-I can't leave them again." Again there was only silence, with the exception of Luke grumbling under his breath from where he sat beside you. Mammon huffed and moved towards the basin of water that had been set up on a side table. "Well I'm done waiting for permission," he thoroughly washed his hands and moved towards MC when Simeon moved in front of him. Mammon growled and had to keep himself from bursting into his demon form. "What's the big deal?! You said we could see 'em!" "I said see. Not touch," the angel provided pointedly. Leviathan frowned and came to Mammon's side. "Luke is literally holding their hand right now! He cleaned his hands! There's no reason why Luke should be able to touch them, when we, their significant others can't!" Luke's nostrils flared as he went to lunge at the demon, but was stopped by Solomon putting a hand on his shoulder. The young angel huffed and settled for snarling at them. "I was the one that saved them! I was the one that washed the blood off of their skin after Simeon and Solomon both nearly collapsed from exhaustion after working for four hours straight on keeping them alive. I was there for them! And you weren't!" "We messed up!" Leviathan screamed back, his demon form bursting into existence as he cried. "We messed up and we want to make things better! We want to be there for them now! You can't just keep us from them!" "Leviathan," Lucifer placed a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "Breathe. Please, I know you're upset. We all are. But we shouldn't forget what caused all of this in the first place." Leviathan ripped himself away from Lucifer's grasp and turned away from everyone. The occasional sob could be heard from him as his shoulders trembled. Lucifer sighed and looked pleadingly at Simeon. "Simeon, please. I know you owe us nothing and that MC may not even want to see them when they awake. But look at them. They're-" he cut himself off as his voice cracked and took a deep breath, "We're a mess. Please, just let us have a moment with them. That's all I ask." For the first time, Simeon's expression softened. He gathered up Luke and nodded at Solomon. The wizard pursed his lips in annoyance and glanced at the brothers once more before leaving the room. Simeon gave Lucifer a hard look as he held on tightly to Luke. "You will notify us immediately should even the slightest thing change from their current condition." Luke gaped at his fellow angel. "Simeon! No! We can't just leave them with those demons! Are you insane?" Simeon gave Luke a small smile. "They won't hurt them. I truly believe they wish to reconcile things and apologize for their words and actions. No matter how upset you may feel, this isn't our relationship Luke. It is not our place to meddle. MC will be safe with them." Luke grumbled under his breath and glowered at the brothers. "If so much as a hair is out of place when I get back, not even Micheal will be able to stop me from the vengeance I will inflict upon you." Mammon opened his mouth make a comeback, but was cut off by Lucifer. "Understood. Thank you for looking after our beloved in our absence." Luke scoffed and shook his head, before leaving with Simeon following behind him. The brothers stood in the room alone. They were with you, and yet they had never felt so far from you. ***To be continued in part 4! Still don't quite know how this will end, but it's bound to hurt. Sorry not sorry. In between uploading parts of this series, I will be doing other fics as well, just since this seems to be quite longer than I

had originally thought 😅 Thank you all for supporting this series! I hope you enjoyed it. Remember to drink water and take care of yourselves! I love you all!***

[glowingbadger]

hiii angel! i've been really enjoying your fe3h content, i'd love to see your take on this if you'd like to — felix waiting until after the war to act on his feelings he had for the reader, meaning he'd been holding himself back. maaaaybe with some generally romantic spicy content 👀?

Oh ho ho, Anon, this is most excellent Felix content. I absolutely see him as the "quietly and angrily pining" type.

Felix (FE3H) x GN Reader

Semi-spicy idk

Felix is glad the war is over. Really, he is. No more sitting through dull strategy meetings. No more pointless debate just to get through to the Boar. No more frantically looking for you after every battle to make sure you were okay (while doing his best to ensure he didn't look like he was doing so). Of course, his nature demands that he find opportunities to put his blade to work. That will come with time, he figures.

But now, he has to make a decision.

Warfare had given him an excuse. You both had more pressing matters to focus on- a romantic entanglement would only be a distraction on the battlefield, and that was if you somehow reciprocated his feelings. But now, such barriers had vanished, and if he waited too long, someone else may even approach you first. It was this, the idea that he could be made to watch you fall into the arms of another without even a chance to voice his desires, that finally broke through his hesitation.

The forces gathered at Garreg Mach are still recovering from the aftermath of their last battle. There's still much to do- wounds to be mended, funds to be distributed, and so on. But soon enough, those gathered will disperse to attend to their home territories, and Felix will be expected to do the same. He has to act now.

So that's how he ends up at the door to your quarters at the monastery. He thinks to knock, but then thinks that may be overly formal. Instead, you hear a stiff,

"Uh, Y/N, can- can I come in?"

It's late, so you weren't expecting anyone, let alone Felix. You'd already changed into a nightshirt that just skimmed the halfway point of your thighs, and you think perhaps that it may be improper to see him like this. But.. it is Felix. Surely he would roll his eyes at such concerns. So you come to the door and greet him with a smile.

"Hey, Felix! Do you need something?"

His dark eyes dart down your frame, then quickly back up to your face. Abruptly, he steps into your room and let's the door swing shut behind him, muttering,

"Uh, yeah, I guess, sort of."

He's acting... bizarre.

"Is... everything okay?" You step forward and bring the back of your hand to his forehead, "Are you sick or something?"

He lurches away from your touch, and your heart drops just a bit.

"I'm fine," he blurts out. He's silent for a moment. His hand raises as if to reach out to you, then it twitches back to him. You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off, "I have something that I have to tell you. But you need to close your eyes first." Your confusion must be evident on your face, as he sighs in exasperation and adds, "Just- just do it, okay?"

You almost laugh when you say,

"Okay, fine!" and close your eyes as you stand expectantly before him (though expecting what, you're not sure). At first, you don't hear a thing out of the ordinary. Felix takes a breath. Then, you feel a warmth against your lips. He kisses you, deep and firm, very nearly throwing you off balance in the process. You give a little squeak of surprise through your nose, but then, he pulls away. Your eyes shoot open and see him, bright red in the face and turning away towards the door.

"Felix- wait-!" You grab onto his arm and pull him back to you, and you swear you can see the moment of realization in his expression just before your lips meet once more. One strong arm wraps tightly around your waist and the other snakes a hand up into your hair as he leans into your kiss. You cling to the front of his clothing, letting out soft, pleasured sighs against him. His lips are surprisingly soft. He smells like sun and weapon oil.

When you finally part from one another enough to speak, you're both panting very slightly, both trembling just a little.

"Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you, Y/N?" Felix says, his voice low and so much softer than you've ever heard it. You nod, your hands still resting on his hard chest as he holds you to him.

"I think so. And I feel the same, Felix."

This time, when he kisses you, it's with such sudden fire and intensity that you're thrown off balance for real. You step back just a little to catch yourself, and instead, your legs collide with the side of your bed and you tumble backward.

"Woah- hey-!" Felix naturally follows, and his hands hit the bed on either side of your head with a heavy fwump.

At first, he seems about to stand up- but your hand brushes dark bangs from his eyes and caresses the sharp contour of his cheekbone down to his jaw, and he freezes. You imagine that your face must be blushing as deeply and conspicuously as his, but you don't allow your gaze to waver. Somehow, you hope against hope that he can see all of your conviction in your eyes. How certain you are of your feelings for him. He whispers your name with an odd scratch in his throat.

"Do you... do you want this?" He says as though he can hardly bring himself to say the words aloud. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him down onto you, and you reply,

"Yes. I want you, Felix. Only you."

[abbysfrenchbraid]

Daring - Chapter 3

This is the last chapter for Daring! If you haven't, read part one and two first 💛 This is just a very fluffy chapter with vanilla smut at the end (with love for all of you who got whiplash from my last fic).

CW for alcohol consumption, language, talk of loss/trauma, sex and SPOILER WARNING for Guillermo del Toro's The Shape of Water. I will spoil the ending for the movie here so if you want to watch it first and haven't yet, now's the time! Honestly, it's an amazing movie and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it, so lmk if you have ~thoughts~

Chapter 3 - Home

The days until Thursday went just as excruciatingly slow as the days before your first date had. The only difference was that now you knew what to expect. Or did you? You knew she liked you, too. Wanted you, too. She had told you every night on the phone. Every day after you finished at work you waited patiently for Abby to get off her shift, too. She was on day shifts at the moment, usually from 6 am to 4 pm, but more often than not it took a few hours longer.

Abby was very kind with her patients, often taking people back home from the hospital or helping them get accommodated in their hospital rooms. It cost her a lot of time, but when she told you how grateful they all were you could hear how much she cared.

“I’m telling you Y/N, she actually cried in my arms. This poor old lady, I think she must have been over 80. She could barely raise her arms to put on the gown, the fall had stunned her pretty bad.”

You and Abby were cooking on FaceTime, or rather you were pouring yourself some cereal and Abby was making pasta with fresh tomatoes and herbs. You wished you were there.

“I hope she recovers fast,” you said, pouring in the milk. “It must be awful, being away from home in that state.”

“Yeah,” Abby sighed, “but she luckily didn’t break anything. It’s horrible though, the way elderly people bruise. She is going to have every single step of those stairs visible on her torso for at least a week.”

You took your phone and bowl, using your elbow to open the door to your room. Leah winked at you from the bathroom, toothbrush in her mouth and water dripping from her hair. She was going out with Nora and Jordan, seeing some action movie.

“You’re incredible for taking the time to help her. Did she really have no one else?”

Abby sprinkled some basil into her pasta sauce.

“I don’t think so. She was pretty confused, but she said her daughter lives in New York and she didn’t want me to call her. I’m gonna check on her tomorrow when I have a minute between calls.”

“Oh speaking of…” You leaned back against your headboard and propped up your phone against your thigh, staring into your bowl. “Are we still on tomorrow?”

Abby laughed quietly.

“Baby, I’ve been counting the hours. I can’t wait.” You felt a pull in your stomach at the name. She had never called you baby before. Looking at her, you could see she was trying to hide her nervousness. You smiled at her.

“When can I come over?”

“I hope I get off at 5 and they don’t rope me into an emergency in the last minute of my shift. I’ll just call you as soon as I head out and you can come over straight away. I’ll buy all the groceries we need tonight.”

“Hey, I can -” you protested, but Abby cut you off.

“No, you just grace me with your presence, that’s enough. You don’t know the exact ingredients anyway.”

You smiled and finished your cereal. You couldn’t wait.

-

Abby called you at 6 pm, still sitting in the passenger seat of the ambulance.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t call sooner.” Little strands of hair had fallen out of her braid and framed her face, some of them looking damp with sweat. There was a flush on her face and dark circles loomed under her eyes. You felt just a little bit guilty, having stayed up with her on facetime until after midnight the night before.

“Don’t worry, I’m not the one working extra hours. How was your shift?”

“Honestly? Terrible.” You knew Abby was not one to complain, so that really had to mean something. You saw her sway in the seat as the ambulance pulled into the garage and finally came to a halt. “I’ll tell you about it later, okay? I’ll be home in half an hour, so just come over whenever you want. I’ll leave the front door unlocked in case I’m still in the shower.”

A prickle went over your skin at the thought, but you quickly pushed it away. Abby was obviously exhausted, this was not the time to imagine her and you in a shower.

“Are you sure you really want to cook? We could just order takeout and call it a night.”

Abby considered it for a moment. It had to have been the worst day. She quickly spoke to the person next to her in the driver’s seat, then you heard the car door being shut. Abby looked back at you.

“Abby. Let me take care of you.” Your voice was soft. You wished you could brush the loose strands of hair behind her ear. The blonde sighed and unfastened her seatbelt.

“Just come over, okay? We can decide then. I just want you with me.”

You jumped up and grabbed the bag you had already prepared for sleeping over, a bottle of Merlot on top of your clothes.

“I’m on my way. I can’t wait to see you,” you said as you struggled to put on your shoes with one hand.

“See you soon,” Abby smiled and ended the call.

You called out a goodbye to Leah and she yelled back “Go get her!” Smiling to yourself, you closed the door behind you and rushed to the train station.

Sitting in the uncomfortable plastic seat of the train, you couldn’t help but grow more and more nervous, just like the last time. But this time was different, you reminded yourself. This time you could make your way straight into Abby’s arms, straight to her lips. You secretly checked your breath in your hand. The train arrived both too quickly and not fast enough.

After knocking at the front door twice without any answer, you made your way inside the house. Abby had told you to just come in, but you felt like an intruder nonetheless. Where could you wait without taking up space that wasn’t hers?  You didn’t want to be sitting there like a movie villain when she came down. You called out but there was no answer, only the bass of a rock song playing upstairs and the sound of water rushing through pipes in the wall.

Deciding to make your presence as visible as possible, you dropped your bag on the stairs and took the bottle of the wine to the kitchen. Abby’s heavy paramedic jacket was thrown over a chair and her keys were on the table. An empty glass was standing next to them, water droplets running down on the outside and leaving a wet ring on the wooden surface. You picked it up and placed it in the sink, drying the spot with a tea towel. Then you took out two wine glasses from the cupboard you had put them into after cleaning up the last time and put them on the counter. You leaned against it, wondering what you should do now.

Thankfully, you heard the water shut off upstairs and a few seconds later there was the soft thump of naked heels on tile floor. You decided just to wait until Abby came down. It only took two minutes, then you heard her on the stairs. She slowed when she reached the bottom, probably noticing your bag.

“Y/N?” Her voice was light, but there was excitement in it, carefully restrained.

“I’m in the kitchen!” You suddenly didn’t know what to do with your hands and reached for the bottle, then realized you didn’t have an opener and you probably wouldn’t be able to use one either. You let your arms drop to your side and Abby entered the kitchen, stopping a few steps from you.

She looked beautiful. She was wearing a light grey cutoff shirt and dark navy sweatpants. Her hair was still wet and hung loosely over her shoulders, darkening the cotton where it touched the fabric. Her face was still tired and her shoulders slumped slightly, but her eyes had lit up at the sight of you.

“You’re here!” She held out her hands, still not moving from her spot.

You closed the distance and threw your arms around her, burying your face in her neck.

“I’m here,” you mumbled and Abby’s arms closed around you, encasing you completely. She smelled wonderful, moisture still evaporating from her skin and warmth spreading from her body to yours where you touched. Your excitement didn’t falter, but your nervousness did. A wave of calm came over you. You were here.

“I’m sorry your day was so terrible,” you murmured, lips brushing the skin of Abby’s throat just above the neckline of her shirt. “Wanna spend the rest of it on the couch?”

Her upper body fell forward into you and her forehead came to rest on your shoulder. She nodded and you gave her waist a gentle squeeze before drawing back, resting your foreheads together and cradling her cheek with your hand.

“Come on, then. Let’s order you some food. I brought wine as well if you want some.”

Abby sighed.

“I’d love some.”

You wanted to step aside and take the glasses to the living room but Abby’s arms around you tightened and the corner of her mouth lifted.

“You’re an angel,” she whispered. And then she kissed you.

It was sweet, gentle, and tired, her lips soft and warm. You melted into her, both of you clinging to each other for a moment until Abby pulled away smiling. She took the bottle of wine and rummaged through a drawer for the opener. You held the glasses and watched her open the bottle, brows knit together and her tongue peeking out between her lips. It was both adorable and incredibly hot. You sat down on the large sofa together and Abby poured both of you a generous amount, then you clinked glasses and the blonde stole another kiss.

“Alright,” you unlocked your phone, “what are you craving?”

Abby gave you an amused look before she let her head fall back on the sofa cushion and thought for a second.

“Do you like Mexican food? Burritos?”

“Love it,” you said, searching for the closest restaurant and checking their website for delivery service. Abby just hummed in approval when she saw which one you had picked out. You placed the order together, Abby’s right hand never releasing yours as she clumsily used her left to pick her food. When the order was sent, you threw your phone to the foot of the sofa.

“So,” you said, turning to your side in order to get a better look at the blonde. “Wanna tell me about work?”

Abby sighed and opened her arm for you to crawl into. You gladly scooted closer, resting your head on her shoulder and throwing an arm over her stomach. When she spoke, you could feel the thrum of her voice in her chest.

“I went in early to check on the old lady who fell yesterday and found out she’d fallen again last night. She hadn’t told anyone because she was embarrassed, but I could tell something was wrong. Turns out her arm was broken in three places. I had them call her daughter even though she begged me not to bother her. I don’t know what her daughter is like, but I hope she takes care of her.”

You hummed and pushed yourself even closer to Abby’s side.

“After that, we had a call because of a domestic violence case. The police were there already, it was horrible.”

She rubbed a hand over her face and you pressed a kiss to her collarbone.

“After that, we had to go straight to another family dispute that ended in someone being stabbed with a steak knife. We got them to the hospital fast enough and it all went well in the end but I just hate cases that revolve around psychological trauma as well. All those family issues… I hate it.”

You could only imagine how horrible this must be for her after what had happened to her dad. Though you still didn’t know the whole story and you could probably find out easily by googling her name, you didn’t want to feel like an intruder in her past. She would tell you when she was ready.

“I’m glad you’re telling me about it,” you said, trying to sound firm and gentle at the same time.

Abby let out a little huff that sounded slightly surprised.

“Yeah, I don’t usually do that. Normally I would have just shoved all that into the back of my mind and tried to make this evening go perfect. Not that I don’t want to put in the effort with you-”

“I know,” you interrupted her, raising your head to smile at her, noses brushing against each other. “I think this is perfect. You are.”

You moved in for a kiss and Abby placed a hand on the back of your head, holding you gently as your lips touched. She deepened the kiss soon, breath going a little faster as her arms pulled you even closer. You threw your leg over her thigh, half on top of her now. Her tongue was smooth and hot against yours and when her teeth scraped over your bottom lip, you let out a whimper that she caught in another kiss. Feeling bold, you finally moved on top of Abby, straddling her thigh and placing your hands left and right of her flushed face. You rolled your hips forward and she made a guttural sound, low and hungry.

Her hands were all over you, pressing between your shoulder blades, wrapping around your waist, grabbing your hips to make you grind forward again, then finally cupping your ass and digging her fingers into the muscle. You stopped trying to keep yourself from panting and leaned forward to kiss Abby’s jaw, then the soft spot beneath her earlobe. She drew up her leg behind you, pressing her thigh between your legs, and you whimpered into her ear.

“Abby,” you whispered, “what are you doing to me?”

“Anything you want,” she murmured against your cheek, “anything, baby.”

You could hear your pulse drumming in your ears as you kissed the blonde fiercely, then moved your lips over that chiseled jaw again before biting the delicate skin of her throat. You dragged your tongue over her pulse point, actually feeling the beat of her heart fluttering against your sensitive nerve endings. She smelled intoxicating, warm, and earthy, and it made you want to take her in completely, to drown in her and never come to the surface again.

Her hands were on your hips again, guiding them against hers as she let out another low moan, lips parted and pupils blown as she looked at you with a mixture of amazement and pure, burning desire. You let your hands wander down her torso, trailing your fingers along the hem of her shirt and slipping them underneath. Abby’s skin was radiating heat, her stomach flexing beneath your touch.

“May I?” You asked, your voice breathless. Abby just nodded, lifting her arms over her head and arching her back so you could push the fabric up, revealing her broad frame, toned abs, and a black sports bra. You threw the shirt to the side and fell back onto her, your chests pressing together as you enveloped her in another heated kiss. You ground down against her thigh, the seam of your jeans pressing against all the right places. Abby’s hands were on your back again, broad and warm and reassuring.

You stayed like that for a while, melting into each other, catching the other’s breath, and trying to move in ways that would get the other to moan even though you were both still shy and careful about making noise. Abby twisted her pelvis ever so slightly so you could keep riding her thigh and hit her hipbone at the front of every movement. You responded by pulling her damp hair and making her hiss before she pulled you in and kissed you fiercely.

“God, Abby…” Heat was pooling at the bottom of your stomach and there was a sudden, almost painful sensitivity to your core. Pleasure had sneaked up on you without you noticing, completely surprising you with its intensity as Abby rolled her hips upward and you had no choice but to cry out. There was a hunger in her eyes, a triumphant glint and she held your face gently with one hand while the other was tight around your hip, guiding your movements against her and pressing into your flesh.

“Fuck, Abby, fuck, I’m so -” She swallowed your whimpers with another searing kiss, her tongue pressing into your mouth and her thumb stroking your cheek.

“Come on, baby, you’re so good, so beautiful, baby,” Abby mumbled against your lips, followed by more sweet compliments and hot kisses, her eyes always on yours. You found the perfect angle at last and dug your fingers into her shoulder, your moans going high and fast as you pressed your forehead to hers. She placed a last gentle kiss on your lips and you came undone on top of her. Her hands caught you easily, stroking you through your high, her lips caressing every inch of your face. Her skin was warm beneath you and slightly sweaty. You licked a small stripe up the side of her throat and kissed her jaw.

Abby pulled back just an inch to get a better look at your face, running her hands through your hair and over your cheeks, then down your shoulders and coming to rest around your waist.

“You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever known,” she said quietly and with a blissful smile. “An angel.”

Her gaze was so piercing, so raw and knowing that you suddenly had the urge to bury your face in your hands, to hide from this infinite feeling inside of you that you could see in Abby’s eyes as well. You forced yourself to hold her gaze and reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face.

“I’ve never… this has never happened to me before,” you confessed softly. “You are doing things to me I never even dreamed of.”

Abby chuckled at that and caught your hand, kissing every knuckle and then the inside of your palm.

“We fit well, don’t we?” It was cautious, a step forward with no weight on it yet, a hand on a door handle.

“We do.” You grinned at her, and maybe it was the rush of the high that still hadn’t faded or a rare wave of courage, but you decided to rip open that door from the other side. You sat up and placed a hand on her sternum, feeling her heart thrum beneath your palm.

“Abby, I want to be with you. I’ve wanted to for a long time. You don’t have to have an answer right now, but just know that I’m already yours, no matter what.”

For a moment, Abby didn’t seem to fully comprehend. Then she frowned, the smile not fully leaving her lips but turning bittersweet. You felt your stomach drop. Had you spoken too soon?

“Y/N.” Abby’s hand covered yours on her chest. “I’d love nothing more.” A weight fell off your shoulders. Abby wasn’t done talking yet.

“I’m a difficult person to… be with. I’ve really put in all I had with you so far, but there are times when I will be cold and closed off and I won’t be able to let you in, to let anyone in. I don’t know if I could hurt you like that.” She squeezed your hand now, her eyes glossy. “I’m not saying this because I’m scared or unsure, I’m saying this to give you an out. Or at least some more time to really get to know what it’s like with me in your life. I can be exhausting. At least that’s what I’m told.”

You felt something hot flare up in your throat. That was not fair.

“Who told you that?”

“Owen. I mean, he’s the only person who knows what it’s like being with me and he certainly didn’t like it very much.” Even with her broad shoulders, her set jaw, all her muscles, she looked strangely small now. You felt like you were going to burst with rage.

“Abby, do you honestly think an ex’s opinion of you counts? To me? I don’t give a shit what Owen thinks because I’m not him and this is not the same thing. I get to decide what it’s like and so far it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.” You placed both your hands on her cheeks and leaned forward. “Babe, stop trying to deny yourself happiness. You deserve to be happy. And if I make you happy, if you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

Abby sat up straight, her face now directly in front of yours, and wrapped her arms around you tightly. She blinked the tears away, a smile beginning to tug on her lips.

“You’re mine?”

“Only yours.”

She kissed you and you could feel her grin against your mouth, smooth teeth softly clicking against yours.

“Mine,” she mumbled and began trailing kisses down your throat, hands now wandering down your back and under your t-shirt where they immediately provoked goosebumps to spread over your entire body. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Both of you pulled back with surprised faces.

“The food!” you realized and you had to laugh as you scrambled to get up from the couch. You had almost forgotten how hungry you were. Abby quickly pulled on her shirt, grabbed her wallet, and opened the door, hair wild and her lips still red and swollen. You hovered in the background, probably looking just as disheveled, and tried not to giggle like an idiot.

The delivery guy took one look at you and just gave Abby an amused smirk as he handed her the food. She tipped him generously and thanked him before closing the door and turning to you, both of you frozen in your spots for a second. Then you both burst out in laughter. Abby was next to you in three strides and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you let yourself flop down on the sofa together. Abby had ordered two large burritos, you had chosen a vegetarian taco bowl and a big bag of tortilla chips with salsa and guacamole. While you unpacked all the food and laid it out on the coffee table, Abby turned on the TV and scrolled through the movie options.

After some looking around, you decided to watch The Shape of Water, which you hadn’t seen yet despite being a big Guillermo del Toro fan. You ate in silence, letting the film pull you into a cold war era story of a mute woman, her gay best friend, and a strange fish-human being in the facility she was a cleaner at. You generally avoided watching more artistic, less Hollywood-typical movies with other people in fear of them constantly ridiculing the story to hide their own discomfort with monsters, but Abby was just as immersed in the story as you were. Sally Hawkins was a fantastic actress and the amphibian man was beautifully designed and a fascinating character. Del Toro’s handwriting was all over the film - beautiful colors and cinematography, fairytale monsters next to very human, real-life ones, the fear of the Other and the idea that maybe if one just dares to look beyond, the Other may have a story to tell and love to give.

When you had finished your food, you snuggled up to Abby, occasionally feeding her chips with guacamole and kissing the salt from her lips. During the final scenes when the shooting happened, Abby tensed up next to you. You hadn’t even thought about movies possibly triggering her or making her uncomfortable. Fuck, you should have looked it up beforehand. Now all you could do was press your temple to her collarbone and wrap your arms around her as tightly as possible.

“Do you want to turn it off?” You mumbled, your thumb drawing circles on her ribcage. You could feel Abby shake her head.

“It’s okay, I’m used to it by now. The movie is almost over anyway.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you close. The ending was beautiful and heart-wrenching and you shed a few tears, staining Abby’s shirt. She just smiled and kissed the tears from your cheeks.

“Did you like it?” You asked tentatively, not sure if the shooting may have ruined it for Abby.

“I loved it.” Her expression was warm. “That scene in which she talks about the way he sees her without any of her flaws, just her, and how her fight for his life is what makes her human was beautiful.”

“And then in the end she wasn’t human after all,” you added, “I’ve never really seen it that way around. Usually, the beast turns into a prince at the end. I always hate that. Why can’t the monster stay a monster after having proven their love and their honor and whatever else is needed to redeem them, you know?”

Abby thought about that for a moment, her eyes going unfocused.

“That’s true. In so many stories, all the things that make the monster monstrous are stripped away as soon as they have proven their worth and found true love. It doesn’t work like that in real life. We all have things inside that could deem us monsters and it’s only when we hope to have found love that we can dare to reveal them and hope the other person loves us anyway.”

Something warm spread inside you, reaching out to every corner of your body, every toe and every fingertip. You leaned in and kissed her gently.

“The silver plate.”

Abby looked confused for a second, then she remembered the things she had said during your last date.

“Yeah, my own monstrous silver plate.” She smiled. “Scared?”

“Not at all,” you grinned and climbed on top of her. “I’ll devour you.”

You pressed your lips to hers her and it quickly turned into another heated makeout session. Your limbs were tangled together and her hands roamed your body as you kissed her neck and when she finally asked: “can I?” you almost knocked your head against her jaw trying to sit up so she could take off your shirt.

Sitting up on her hips, you dragged your nail from her ear to the hem of her shirt, scratching the skin and making her hiss, eyes burning.

“Want to show me your bedroom?” you asked, trying not to lose your focus at the feeling of her hands wandering up your thighs. You yelped as Abby sat and stood up in one swift motion, arms secure around your waist and thighs so you’d stay pressed to her chest. You wrapped your legs around her and laughed into her mouth before she kissed you again.

The tall blonde carried you up the stairs like it was nothing, making soft noises when you bit into the soft skin just below her jaw.

“Y/N…” She kicked open a door and didn’t give you any time to look around, crawling on the bed and trapping you under her large body, attacking you with kisses, all teeth and tongue. It was glorious.

You pulled on Abby’s shirt until she grunted and took it off herself, then her hands were trailing the skin above the waistband of your jeans. More, more, more.

“Can I take those off?” Abby asked, sitting back on her knees between your legs.

“Please,” you whimpered, lifting your hips for better access, but Abby had other plans. She let her hands wander over your upper body, her fingers teasing your nipples over the thin fabric of your bralette, then softly tickling your stomach on their way down. Finally, she opened the button of your jeans and slowly opened the zipper, her eyes flickering up to your face and back down to her hands.

“Come ooon,” you begged, “please, Abby.”

There was the hint of a smirk on her lips, but she complied and pulled off your jeans, both of you laughing as they caught around your ankles and Abby had to wrestle them off. Then Abby’s hand was on your foot and she held it in place on her shoulder, slowly kissing her way up your leg. Your breath got faster with every inch she came closer to your heated center, that place that had gotten a taste of what was to come and wanted more. She dragged her lips over your clothed core and your legs trembled, a gasp escaping you.

Abby took her time with you, kissing your stomach and chest before taking off your bralette and teasing your nipples with a gentle tongue and fluttering fingers. You were squirming beneath her, a mess of pleasure and want for more, begging her to touch you. Finally, she sat back up and hooked her fingers under the waistband of your panties, keeping eye contact and pulling them down slowly. Her gaze was burning, pupils wide, lips hanging open and breath going in shallow pants.

Her tongue was heaven, it was heat and silk and everything at once, enveloping you in waves of ecstasy and making you moan and bury your hands in her hair. She was gentle, cleaning up the mess you had made earlier and the one just now, broad tongue and small circles sending your hips up to meet her, her fingers around your thighs too far away.

“Abby, please…” you gasped and she looked up to meet your gaze. You melted inside.

“What do you want, baby?” Her voice was deep and husked, lips shining with your juices.

“Your fingers.” You gave her hand a light push downward and with a smile, she complied.

If you had thought you had already reached the pinnacle of pleasure, the best there was, you had been oh so wrong. Abby’s fingers were magical, teasing you and filling you up, stroking against that tender spot inside you, then slowing down as her tongue made you see stars, complying when you begged her for more, faster, harder. Your legs hadn’t stopped shaking in what felt like forever, your fingers were cramped into Abby’s beautiful blonde mane and you were crying out her name over and over again as she brought you to your peak, guiding you through it and moaning along with you as your juices covered her fingers and her tongue.

When she finally crawled back up to meet you, her arms were shaking slightly and her face was flushed. You still felt like you were somewhere far away, but her smile pulled you back to the present. She kissed you, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. Slowly, you let your hand wander down and play with the seam of her sweatpants and the hem of her boxers peeking out underneath.

“Wanna take these off?” you mumbled in her ear and you could see she was trying to keep her composure as she tried to get out of her pants as fast as possible before coming back to you. She stopped and looked unsure suddenly.

“Is it okay if I keep these on for now?” She gestured to her sports bra and underwear.

“Of course, baby. Can I touch you?” You whispered, one hand on the back of her neck as the other wandered lower. Abby nodded and kissed you again.

“Yes, please,” she whispered back. You slid your hand into her boxers and were greeted by wet heat, desire practically pooling in your palm. Both of you gasped at the same time, eyes flying open to meet each other’s, bodies grinding together.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet,” you cooed and watched Abby dissolve in front of you, blood shooting into her cheeks before she buried her face in your neck and began leaving lovebites on your throat. You dragged your fingers between her folds, relishing in the tiny noises she made whenever you touched her clit or came near her entrance.

You put all your strength into throwing Abby to the side and rolling on top of her, hand never leaving her center. She laughed in surprise and grabbed the back of your neck to pull you in, and at that moment you slid a finger inside her. Her eyes went wide and the noise she made would visit your dreams for the rest of your days. You kept your lips wandering over her throat and back to her lips, pulling moan after moan from her with your fingers, gently pushing inside her and curling upward, your thumb drawing circles on her clit. After a while, you could see her abs flexing as her core convulsed rhythmically, her moans getting higher and breathless, her fingers digging into your waist.

“Will you come for me, Abby?” you whispered and kissed her again. Her hips bucked up into your hand and she made a strangled noise, then her legs clamped together around your fingers and she sighed, tongue darting out to brush against yours as you slowly pulled your hand from her sensitive core.

You threw your thigh over her hips and pressed your face into the crook of her neck, giving her time to breathe as you drew patterns on her bare stomach with your fingers.

“Baby…” she mumbled above you, voice vibrating through her chest. “That was… I don’t even have words.”

You grinned up at her and she brushed your hair behind your ear. Her gaze was full of love and adoration, like sunlight warming your skin, soft fingertips caressing your cheeks.

“I’ve never felt so safe,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder so you could look at her. “You’re so careful.”

Abby smiled and followed the path of your fingers with her eyes.

“I’ve had other experiences in the past that made me realize how important it is to always check on your partner.” She looked down at her clothed hips. “Thank you for… not making this weird. I’m just… one step at a time.”

“Of course, baby.” You moved your lips closer to her ear. “I think it’s really fucking hot, you between my legs in those boxers, all muscles and freckles. But then when I touch you, you’re so needy, just a wet mess, coming on my fingers in your underwear.”

Abby let out a shaky breath, chest trembling at your words. She laced her fingers between yours and pressed them to her sternum.

“You leave me speechless every time,” she said, voice quiet and content.

“I love it.” You pulled the blanket up with your foot and covered both of your bodies up to your hips, yawning into her shoulder. Abby chuckled quietly.

“Do you need to set an alarm for tomorrow?” She reached over to the bedside table, then let her arm drop. “Our phones are still downstairs.”

You groaned and rolled onto your back before blinking up at Abby innocently, hoping she would go and get them. She just laughed and got up, stretching her arms and making the muscles on her back dance beautifully.

“You need to go pee,” she said with raised eyebrows. You sighed and lazily rolled out of bed, pulling the blanket up around you.

Abby showed you the bathroom across the hall and made her way down the stairs, a bounce in her step. You could hear her clean up the takeout containers and throw away the trash in the kitchen. Suddenly there was a noise outside, a deep voice and the jingle of keys at the door. You froze with the towel in your hands. The front door opened and Manny tried to stay quiet in that completely ineffective way most men do, dropping his shoes with loud thumps and whispering into his phone so loudly you could hear every word.

“Hi, Manny,” Abby said in the hallway. Keys dropped to the floor with a clunk.

“Dios mio! What the hell are you doing sneaking around here, Abby? You just get back from the gym?” You could hear her laugh quietly as he tried to catch his breath.

“I could ask you the same. Weren’t you supposed to come back tomorrow?”

You snuck back into her bedroom on tiptoes, wrapping the blanket around you tightly and staying near the door to hear the conversation downstairs.

“Had to go early, my dad had a hot date tonight.” You could actually hear his grin.

“Yeah, well, me too.” Abby’s voice was dry, but you could tell she wasn’t actually annoyed.

“Really? Y/N? How'd it go?” A pause, then another loud whisper - “holy shit, she still here?

“Y/N, Manny’s home!” Abby’s raised voice rang through the house. You grinned. She knew you were listening.

“Hi, Manny!” You looked around for any clothes you could throw on quickly but came up empty. Sighing, you checked your blanket placement and went to the top of the stairs, looking down at Manny and Abby in the entrance hall.

Abby was still just in her sports bra and boxer shorts but didn’t seem to mind at all. Manny wore sweatpants and a green sweater, along with a hat that said women want me, fish fear me. Behind him were two large bags, one of them clearly full of fishing equipment. His smile lit the room.

“Hi Y/N, nice seeing you here. You two have a good night?”

You nodded and he made a knowing ah-ha sound. Abby elbowed him and red spots formed on her neck.

“Well, I’m gonna eat something and pass out. Breakfast tomorrow?” He threw a hopeful look in Abby’s direction. “When does your shift start?”

“Noon, I get late shift for the next two weeks. Y/N, what about you?” Both of them looked up at you and you shifted your weight, very aware of the way you looked right now.

“I just need to study, I can sleep in for once.”

Abby nodded and patted Manny’s shoulder.

“Breakfast at 10.”

She came up the stairs, taking two steps at a time and grinning from ear to ear. Manny vanished into the kitchen, continuing to scream-whisper into his phone. You made out the words “finally… girl is here” before Abby simply picked you up and carried you back to bed, kicking the door closed behind her.

You snuggled up together and Abby stroked your hair while she told you about her friendship with Manny and how glad she was to have him. He had been there for her through everything and he had wanted her to make a move and ask you out for weeks. You felt yourself drift away slowly.

“I’m so glad I’m here,” you mumbled, hand stroking Abby’s chest.

“Me too, baby. I still can’t believe I get to call you mine.” The bliss in her voice was the same you felt in your heart.

“Finally.” You craned your neck for a last kiss and melted beneath Abby’s soft lips and warm hands.

She held you wrapped tightly in her arms, almost as if she was scared you could vanish in the night. As if you'd ever leave her now. The last thing you thought before falling asleep was that you were finally home.

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[ramp-it-up]

Communication

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Dom Lin, light bondage, explicit laguage, edging, oral sex (female receiving), love fluff, marriage. All errors my own.

A/N: This an ask from the 100 smut prompts ask list by @sebastianabucknettastan (pic credit as well) AND the following birthday request from @sillyteecup

Love You Tee! I hope it’s filthy enough and that you have a great day! ❤️

Lin was talking to a reporter when he saw you enter the venue.

He was instantly pissed the fuck off, but used his acting skills to play it off.  

There were so many things you needed to answer for.

First, you wore the dress he specifically told you not to wear. 

The gold one that set off your skin tone and that that fit perfectly before the baby, but after, with your slightly larger thighs, hips and breasts, fit like a glove.

A skin tight glove.

Next, you put your hair up, showing off your neck and your cleavage, which was pushed up by the special fuck me bra that you had on. The one you only wore for him at home.  

Then, you wore your 6-inch gold Jimmy Choos with the stiletto heels.  The ones that you only wore for him at home.

That is, after your fuck me bra had been thrown across the room.

What was worse was that he didn’t know any of this before he left the house because you were taking so long to get dressed that he had to leave without you.

When you joined him, you met his cold, hard glare before the acting took over and his face broke out in a smile.

Oh.  Lin was pissed, but he couldn’t let it show. He was the man of the hour. 

For the next 30 minutes, you two were gracious recipients of the most mundane conversation of everyone who wanted to talk to him.  

And you were especially charming, touching every man’s arm, and managing to play with every woman’s hair and smiling at all with that alluring grin that made them all practically drool into your cleavage.

As the night wore on, his smile slipped more and more.  Although you were at his side, which he made sure of, he couldn’t get close enough to say anything to you, which you made sure of.

He knew what this was about.  Lin had informed you that his next gig was halfway around the world and that you would either have to accompany him, or stay in New York while he had fun creating shit while you took care of your son. A single parent yet again.

Shit was getting old.  

Lin didn’t want to leave you, he wanted you to come with and he couldn’t understand your resistance, especially since your job was easily mobile and you had the means to go.  

But he was especially frustrated that you wouldn’t talk about it, you were just torturing him with this display of your sexy allure that he wanted to be just for him.  

Each time you gave someone else the benefit of your attention, yet pulled away from him, he got more and more determined to demonstrate the importance of effective communication to you.

When you were finally seated at the head table, Lin whispered as he drew closer to you. 

To everyone who was watching, and there were a lot of people watching, it looked like normal couple interaction. 

But in reality, it was a threat. 

"You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here. I don’t care how many people are watching.”

You finally turned the full wattage of your smile on him.  His heart stopped and he wanted to crawl under the table and lick from the soles of your feet up to your pussy.  

Damn, his wife was beautiful.

“Sir.” 

You said it to piss him off, not project submissiveness, but you could tell by his smirk what he wanted that word to mean. Well, fuck him.

“I’m not acting like a brat, I’m acting like the wife of a Very Important Man at a Very Important Event.”  

You leaned toward him and he was drawn to you, but still pissed.

“If you don’t settle down, I’ll make you.”

You turned and looked him fully in the eye.  

“I’m not scared of you. What are you gonna do? Write the fuck out of a story about me?”

The raised eyebrow and disrespect was the final straw. The emcee was about to introduce him.

Lin leaned even closer.

“I got something better than a spanking. When we get home, I’m cuffing you to the bed and I’m going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.  And if you straighten up now, I might let you cum.”

Your mouth dropped open as the emcee finished introducing him and Lin rose and went to the podium.

You recovered quickly and looked around to see if anyone noticed and then put on your neutral face.

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After his speech, it was like nothing happened. And you miraculously found some act right.  

For the remainder of the night, Lin was charming to everyone, even you.  

You even danced and he held you close, caressing your side and seamlessly catching your rhythm.

It was like you dreamed what he’d said, because he even kissed your hand before he led you to the car, and you even leaned your head on his shoulder and fell asleep on the way home. 

It turned out to be a pretty nice night.

You got home and paid the babysitter and ordered her an Uber. Lin watched her get in the car while you went to check on the baby.  

He was so freakin cute and you stayed to watch him sleep a bit, never getting enough of his big fat cheeks.

When you went into the bedroom, Lin was nowhere to be found, coming out of the walk-in closet as you closed the door.

“Hey, come here.”  

His smile was his signature mix of angelic and devilish, and you were sure of what he wanted.  

You were glad he seemed to forget the earlier difficulty and you glady went toward him.  

Maybe you would give him some tonight and you could talk about the issue in the morning.

Lin put his hands on your shoulders.

“You look. Incredible tonight.”  His hands moved down your arms and moved to clasp your fingers.

"You want me to make you come?"

"Yes." You started unbuckling his belt. 

Lin pulled away from you. His eyes glinted, hard and cold.

"You want it?" He moved to sit on the bed.  He patted the duvet beside him. “Come.”

You came and sat beside him, anticipation making you shiver. Lin leaned over to you, his lips oh so close, and watched as you closed your eyes. 

He gave you a quick kiss on your lips and pulled you onto the bed with him.

His mouth laid ravage to yours and just as your senses went wild, he moved to pull your dress up. He stopped and smiled.  

You were only wearing the fuck me bra and no panties.

“You do wanna get fucked I see. How convenient.”

You just smiled back at him and clenched your thighs together. 

Him still being in his tux making you very wet.

Lin’s dark beauty was making you weak.

Lin continued to pull your dress over your arms, and you raised them to make it easier.  But somehow, the dress stopped over your eyes. 

You smiled before you panicked, thinking Lin was playing some cute little game.

You panicked when you realized the game wasn’t cute.

You realized the game wasn’t cute when you felt the cuffs go around your wrists and onto the bars of the bed.

“Lin?” 

You could only see his outline moving around as you struggled and tested the cuffs.

“This isn’t funny Lin!”  You were panicking.

“No. It’s not. But I told you what was going to happen.”

“What?”

Lin took your legs and spread them apart, you pulled them back together.  He slapped your thigh and pulled them apart again.

“Leave them open or I’ll get the spreader bar.”

Lin watched your lip tremble as kept your legs open, while also watching your slick drip down your folds. 

He smiled and leaned over, mouth near your ear.

“I’m going to keep my promise.”  You visibly trembled.  

“Do you want to watch, or not?  Your choice.”  

Lin’s hands were on your thighs now, slowly, too slowly moving up toward your apex. He stopped, thumbs about two inches away from your slit, and asked again.

“Well?”

You whimpered, wanting some kind of contact. Something to give you relief.

“I wanna see you Baby.  I wanna see you make me cum.”

You were trying it, and Lin shifted, lifting your dress and propping your head up with it as he shook his head at you.

“IF I make you cum.”

Lin returned to the exact position he was in, with this thumbs exactly two inches away from where you needed them to be.

“I need your words.  What’s your greenlight word?” 

Lin moved his hands a quarter of an inch closer and you tried not to move.  

“Banquo.” 

“Good girl. What about when you need to stop?”

You were getting anxious.  Safe word play was intense.

“Macduff.”

“Good girl. Where are we at now?” 

Lin was sliding his thumbs closer to your dripping heat. He was right there and you practically screeched, “Banquo, Banquo.”

“Gooooood girl.”  

Lin finished sliding both thumbs into you, circling and sliding them up and down your slit, bumping and teasing your clit, making you jump and whimper every time.  

He separated his hands and put one thumb on your puckered hole and one thumb in your pussy, rotating them, fucking one hole and teasing the other.

“After I eat you out, I should take your ass. Make you squirt all over the bed. But that would involve you cuming.  And I don’t know….”

“Fuckkkkk, Lin! I want you to feel how wet I am for you. C’mon. Please?”

“Keep begging.”

Your pussy fluttered around his hands and he slowly withdrew them, trailing your wetness down your thighs. 

He was edging you like you had all night. 

And he did. 

He sat back and watched you squirm, a soft smile on his lips.  He took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. He stared between your legs as he rolled up his sleeves. 

His fucking forearms were driving you crazy. Shit, you should not have been such a bitch.

“Damn, I would take a picture, but I have a specific purpose tonight. And I already have several in my collection.”

Lin was obsessed with your pussy. Absolutely obsessed.  It was his precious.  

He leaned in, his dark head obstructing your view as he oh so slowly licked a long stripe from your ass to your clit. You craned your neck to see him go to work.

“Unnnnnnnhhhhh.”  

You tried to capture his tongue with some kind of impossible pussy trick, but Lin held you fast to the bed.

He chuckled into your folds, and shook his head.  

“You’re hilarious.”  

Then, he opened his mouth wide and stuck his talented tongue as far in your pussy that it could go, his top lip capturing your clit.  

He reached up and grabbed your heaving breasts, squeezing them and rolling your perky erect nipples.

Lin was chowing down.  He fucked you with his tongue until you were about to come again, but stopped.  You groaned, and Lin was glad he’d soundproofed your bedroom.

“Lin. I’m sorry.  Let me cum, please. Please? This pussy is yours. See how you got me? Please. I don't care what you do to me. I want you to make me feel good. Only you can Lin."

He loved your begging and pleading.  He put his face in your place again, this time sucking and manipulating your clit until your legs started shaking violently. 

Your curses and moans only make him lick you faster.

Lin pushed your legs back apart and inserted a  finger inside you, expertly curling it, inexplicably telling you to come hither from inside your vaigna.

“NOW you want to communicate? Should have thought of that earlier.”

"Lin, its...." you breathed.

"Tell me."

Lin ordered, as he stopped what he was doing and wiped his face.

You were panting now,devastated by the loss of your orgasm, and coherent thought completely gone from your mind.

Lin reached out and rubbed your clit again. He leaned over and drew it between his lips, sucking it and making you see stars this time. 

All of a sudden, he stopped sucking and gently, very gently, slapped it. Then, he inserted two fingers from behind while he slapped your clit. It was very intense.

You yelped loudly and had to open your mouth in order to breathe. Your heart was beating so fast.

"Fuck! This pussy is so pretty.”

He started alternately lightly slapping and licking your clit this time. And he stopped every so often to let you come back from the brink. 

Each time he would stop, you would moan louder and louder. The first time he stopped his shirt came off, the third, his pants.

"Lin! I'm going crazy!" 

"But you taste and feel and look so fucking good. I don't know if I ever want to leave where I am right now." 

Lin had stopped and started stroking himself.

“Except…”

You watched him stroke and had to close your eyes. 

Lin shifted and started stroking his tip at your entrance. You were panting so hard you could hardly breathe.

You wiggled your hips and Lin stopped all movement, causing you to whine and pull on the cuffs, causing your breasts to jiggle.

He leaned over, pulled your breasts from the cups of the lace cups, and captured one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple then biting down on it.

You were so overstimulated that this new sensation almost sent you over the edge. Yet again.

You were losing hope of getting satisfaction and started keening. 

“Lin! Pleaseeee!”

This time the desperation in your voice triggered mercy. 

And the way you were coming apart for him triggered his lust.

He continued to suck both nipples brutally until you were arching off the bed, and when he slapped your clit again, plunging two fingers inside you that curled to your spot, you came, hard, squirting all over him and the bed.

“Yes, give me all you got. Such a good girl.”

You trembled as he slid inside, and your body came alive again as he slipped in and out of you. 

You could feel every ridge and vein on his huge, hard cock as he lit you up from the inside out. 

You gripped him so good, despite the wetness, that he had to concentrate.

Lin moaned and kissed your pulse point as he felt your walls clench around him.

“So fucking good…so tight and wet… fuck.”

You struggled to catch your breath and Lin leaned up to lift up your ass, pulling your pelvis up to meet him on his knees.

“You feel so good. Make me want to come so bad baby. Take this dick.”

He stroked and stroked until he felt you quivering again.

“Do you like how that feels? Do you like how I’m fucking you?”

“FUCK! Yes Lin. Oh fuck yes. I love it. I want it all.”

“Pussy. Feels… so fucking… goooood.”

His thumb found your clit again. The pleasure built up in your body, your eyes rolled back into your head, and it was game over.

Lin came as you screamed and milked his cock dry. 

It was perfect.

Next thing you knew, Lin was unlocking the cuffs, sitting you up and massaging your shoulders. He led you into the bathroom where the whirlpool tub was halfway full.

You hadn’t realized that you were out for a few minutes.

Lin put your hair up while the tub kept filling.

You climbed into the tub, and Lin climbed in behind you, gathering you in his arms.

You relaxed as he took care of you, his hands soothing your exhausted body.

You floated off to sleep in the warm water surrounded by Lin, the brat in you tamed. 

For the moment.

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Tagging: @theatrenerd86 @sebastianabucknettastan @imatyoursurrvicesurr @riiyy @ivycomet @lonelydance @jbrizzywrites @ohsoverykeri @curtainremote @delaber @honeysucklechocolatedrippin

[curry-and-casteliacones]

Name: Ai Withish

Age: 22

Height: 5'2"

Pronouns: She/Her

Hair: Naturally black, she dies half of it pink

Eyes: Gold

Sexuality: Bi, with a preference toward feminine looking people

Lives: Nimbasa City

Profession: Pokemon Coordinator

Personality: Upbeat, jokes around a lot, teases those she is close to, easily discouraged but also easily shakes it off, determined and stubborn but is slowly learning when to back down,

Likes: The color pink, cute things, fruit, baking, exercise, playing with pokemon,

Dislikes: Anything not pink, rude people

Story Significance: Orion's niece and the protagonist of Legends Arceus.

Relationships:

-Orion- Loves him to pieces and would rather live with him than her father. Orion is her uncle.

-Her dad- Doesn't want to admit she dislikes him as that feels rude and he's her dad, but he doesn't really seem to want to understand her and is very distant

-Ingo- Loves him basically as much as Orion. Ingo was her life raft in Hisui and she is eternally grateful to him. Sees him as family

-Emmet- Likes him and is warming up to him more and more. Arceus have mercy on Ingo and Orion when these two finally team up.

-Elesa- Thinks she's super cool! They haven't met a ton but she respects her a lot and is slightly nervous around her. Thinks she's pretty. Doesn't have an actual crush on her, as she thinks she's too old for her. But she does get somewhat flustered by her on occasion.

Pokemon Team:

Titania (Gardevoir, female)

Madoka (Sylveon, male)

Angel (Shiny Dragonair, female)

Sakura (Shiny Deerling, male)

Mochi (Shiny Alpha Lopunny, female)

Alpein (Alolan Ninetails, male)

Battling Style: still retains a lot of her instincts and lessons form Hisui, making her deadly and fast when taking on an important battle. But usually she tries to take it easy, instead opting to go for flashy attacks and using battles as a practice for her coordinator work. Could dominate the gym challenges if needed but doesn't really want to battle more after what she went through.

Random Facts:

Her Kirlia, Titania, came with her from modern times and evolved into a Gardevoir while she was in the past. It followed her with the rest of her team back to the present when she returned

She lived with Orion when she first moved to Unova but got her own apartment nearby eventually

Left Handed

Her natural hair color is black

Acquired all five required Sinnoh ribbons and entered the Sinnoh Grand Festival. While she didn't win, it was still a great learning experience. Afterwards she moved to Unova permanently.

Since Fahrenheit was keeping an eye on Volo, she didn't come back with Ai to modern day. Fahrenheit then works with Volo to help him atone for his crimes. Fahrenheit misses Ai greatly but feels that she should stay loyal to her masters last command.

Mouse now belongs to Ingo as Ai gave him to Ingo to look after before she went to deal with Dialga and Palkia. Mouse quickly became attached and Ai decided Ingo could keep him. Mouse fits right in with the silver haired conductors and has even been appointed a member of the Subway staff, with his own little coat and hat to match. Ai visits frequently.

As soon as Ai recovered somewhat from returning to present day she did tons of research with Ingo, looking into what happened to their friends and acquaintances. They took a trip out to Sinnoh together to visit the graves of everyone that they could find a confirmed resting place of. For those who didn't have a confirmed grave, they honored them by visiting the modern day equivalent of where they lived/their favorite place.

Has insane luck with shiny pokemon for whatever reason. She has encountered so many in her life.

Now speaks Sinnohian fluently, due to being thrown back in time and forced to learn it. She had spoken it somewhat as she lived in Sinnoh, but she mostly used Unovan/Galarian in her day to day life and was a little rusty. Plus she didn't speak any ancient version of it.

When she first got back to modern day she ended up in Sinnoh with Ingo. The two of them made it back to her fathers house and stayed there for a couple days before Ingo got access to his accounts back. He payed for the both of them to be flown to Nimbasa. At first Ai's father was upset with her for leaving without barely even talking to him as they hadn't seen each other in years. But Ai had come to a realization that she didn't really want to be associated with him anymore. She wanted to spend her life with Ingo and Orion. She wanted to meet Emmet, who Ingo spoke so highly of. She wanted to become a coordinator even if her father didn't approve.

When the two arrived in Nimbasa they went to the battle subway as Ingo still didn't remember Emmet's phone number. They both arrived, still in their Hisui outfits and Emmet was shocked. He called up Orion and Elesa right away and they all had a tearful reunion. Ai was introduced to Emmet and Elesa.

Ai lived with Orion for a couple months while recovering and eventually moved back to Sinnoh to participate in the Grand Festival. After the festival was over they came back to Unova, this time renting their own apartment nearby to Orion.

Technically can still call on both Arceus and Giratina if needed, as the two still remember her. But she rarely has a need to. It's her absolute last resort or if she just has a favor she needs.

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

I got major whumperflies reading Drowning parts one and two... are you planning on continuing it?

Drowning Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

@asrasmysoulmate

It's not much on the whump side, but lots and lots of care, comfort, and fluff with a sick supervillain in there.

Warnings: vomit, bathing, feverish whumpee, delirium, hallucinations

~

Hero gathered the wailing supervillain into her arms and held him like that for a long time. She should've watched her tongue. She should've... Hero sighed, there was no point in thinking about how she could've done better when the deed was already done.

Eventually, Supervillain's sobs ceased and were replaced by a vulgar motion. He was heaving, throat convulsing...

Hero shoved Supervillain's head to the side as his stomach's contents expelled themselves. After he finished vomiting onto the floor, he just laid there, head limp, and allowed the trails of puke to slid down his chin.

Hero was just standing there and staring at the scene infront of her. But, recovering from her shock, she lifted Supervillain up and carried him to the bathroom. Setting him lazily by the toilet, she grabbed an unused toothbrush and slapped some toothpaste on it.

Supervillain gagged again, pain coursing through his lungs and ribs. His stomach hurt, badly, and all he wanted to do was lie on the tempting cool floor...

"Hey, hey, hey, whoa. Are you okay?" Hero asked when she noticed Supervillain keeling over. Now, in the better light, he looked like pure trash. He skin was a ghastly shade of gray with vomit and spit still speared across his lips. Snot bubbled under his red nose and his eyes watered. Hero felt a twinge of pity- here was an insanely sick supervillain, most likely feverish out of his mind, trusting one of his sworn enemies. It was unnatural, but more importantly, unheard of.

"Wh... iturts," Supervillain slurred, quite frankly unable to form a complete sentence.

Hero furrowed her brow. She didn't understand what garbled nonsense made its way to her ears, but she hummed in response. Supervillain seem content with the miniscule answer he received and pressed his burning nose to the condensation build-up around the toilet bowl.

"Want to brush your teeth?" Hero asked, handing him the toothbrush. Supervillain clumsily took it only to drop it. Hero pursed her lips and prepared another. She couldn't risk more germs entering Supervillain's system.

She registered that Supervillain was way too weak and feverish to hold an one ounce toothbrush, so she pull him into her lap, allowed his wet head to relax against her chest, and started to brush his teeth.

He was so tired and fatigued that his lips loosely molded around the plastic brush, head nodding softly.

Hero tenderly brushed each tooth with dentist-like precision and motherly care- if that's not too ironic. All thoughts of their previous encounter vanished; he was in her care now and she would do anything to comfort him.

It was as if her already golden heart was fashioned with another serum of empathy. She didn't have to brush his teeth to get rid of the vile taste- it wouldn't kill him, so why would she?

She also didn't need to bathe him either, and certainly did not need to tip his head back so soap wouldn't get into his earthly eyes. She washed his face with a soft silk washcloth, gently so she wouldn't wake the now sleeping supervillain.

When her instinctual caring of the patient was done, and he was changed into a fresh pair of clothes, she laid him on her own bed.

Hero suddenly reeled backwards. What was she doing? It was like she was in a trance, caring for the villain as if he was an angel from heaven. Actually that might be an understatement...

Nevertheless, amongst doubts and courage, Hero continued to tend for his very needs. Right now, it was sleep; lots of rest and slumber to build up his strength.

Upon waiting for his awakening, Hero started to research about tending someone with pneumonia. Every single website practically screamed at her to take him to a hospital, but that couldn't be done. She couldn't risk other heroes finding and arresting him.

Supervillain stirred, muttering something sleepily. He blinked open his eyes and tried to roll over, but it caused a coughing fit to rack at his ribs.

"Hey, go back to sleep," Hero rubbed Supervillain's hair.

"Why t'robo... chasin'meh?" Supervillain said, scratchy and raspy. Hero followed his glassy gaze to the middle of her bedroom. There wasn't anything there.

"What do you see Supervillain?"

"Robo."

"Hmm," Hero replied, still stroking his hair. She did this until a feverish sleep took him under again. Then, she rushed into the kitchen, grabbed tylenol, a thermometer, and an ice pack wrapped in a washcloth. She returned to find Supervillain still unconscious, jerking with breaths as his sleeping body tried to draw precious air in.

Hero slipped the thermometer under Supervillain's tongue- it was easy now that his face was completely relaxed. When the thermometer barked at her the dreaded 103.5 degrees fahrenheit, she gently shook her ward awake and coaxed him into taking some tylenol.

She placed the icepack on his flushed forehead. The heat radiating off his body began to melt the ice in a short few minutes. Hero started to bit her lip, desperately trying to get this dangerously high temperature down. She thought of all the possible long-term effects...

No. She had to stay focused. Focused and collected. She propped Supervillain upwards to alleviate the mucus build up and went back to work at breaking the fever.

Whether or not Hero succeeded in the end, to draw the dragon away from the nest, didn't make the pleas from Supervillain any less concerning.

He would scream, ragged and fearful, whenever he would awake from a fitful doze. Sometimes, he would beg for mercy from the torture his delirious mind thought he was enduring.

"Stop it! Stop it please!" He sobbed, trying to curl up on himself- anything to escape his torturer's ruthless hand of strife.

"Relax, Supervillain," Hero mumured, her voice stern and firm due to the weary stress, but at the same time her usual chirp. The motherly chirp of a hen that usually brought Supervillain so much comfort.

At these moments, her voice would draw him into another unreality.

"Don' like," he mumbled. "Don' like panda."

Hero sighed, rubbing her tiring eyes.

"What's wrong with panda?" She asked, hoping he was talking about the plaid shirt he was wearing.

"Too warm," Supervillain earnestly explained- or to an extent. Really, to Hero, it sounded like he was trying to get a kitten off his lap. He wanted it, but his resolve was too kind to exactly remove the curled up furrball.

"Your blanket?"

"Fur bear," Supervillain chittered. "Yeh..." His voice trailed off as another wave of lethargic dizziness hit him. He whimpered, resting deep into the plushy pillow.

Hero smiled softly and cupped Supervillain's warm cheek. His fever was breaking, she could tell by the added tan to his blanched face.

It was nearly nighttime. The sun was setting, its rays hitting the pair. Hero sat with her legs crossed and examined his drooping face. He would fall alseep soon, whisked away to a land of darkness and dreams.

Hero left to take care of her own personal needs. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and showered. However, the shower was short-lived and the hero was still lathered in shampoo when she checked on the supervillain. She grinned and finished her shower.

Supervillain was just waking up again when Hero returned with her hair bound and wrapped in a towel on the top of her head. He weakly tried to touch the towel, failed miserably, but still grinned like a toddler and his train toy.

"Want to eat?" Hero asked, remembering the leftover soup in the fridge. Her patient nodded.

Hero fed the supervillain like she did in the morning, slow and coaxing. For the most part, her ward refused to allow the shiny metal to slide between his gums, but at last he consented.

Hero fed him- clutching the mattress to ensure her patience to not rush him. The friendly gesture of kindness ended with Supervillain back in Hero's arms as he dozed off. Hero almost nearly fell alseep too if it wasn't for the repetitive tapping on her door.

Knock, knock.

Hero's heart jumped and she quickly made sure Supervillain was covered. She locked her bedroom door and went to the frontdoor.

Knock, knock.

Maybe if Hero had a window or an eye-hole or something, she could've avoided the looming catastrophe.

Hero opened the door open, only to be thrown against the floor by blast of pure strength.

"Where is he!" Came the all too-familiar voice. It boomed throughout the house, focalizing on the entryway where Hero and the intruder were.

"I said," a dark figure stepped into the light, a hood obscuring the livid face underneath. "Where is Supervillain, Hero?"

The figure stripped off his hood to reveal none other than her fellow ex-prisoner, holding a sharp knife.

Villain.