#but let’s be real it probably won’t happen

[shanastoryteller]

Sam seems convinced this is going to work, but Dean’s pretty sure it’s just a load of crap. Bobby’s even more convinced that it’s a whole lot of nothing, although he had admitted that he couldn’t read every symbol that Sam had added to this mess up devil’s trap. That didn’t mean it would work. It just meant that Sam had thrown everything he could think into it.

The real reason that Dean is going along with this, and probably Bobby is too, is because it means that Sam wouldn’t be alone after Dean is dragged to hell. Although standing in the middle of Bobby’s junkyard in a mess of spray paint isn’t exactly how he’d wanted to spend the last hour of his life.

“You really think Lilith is going to show?” he asks. He doesn’t know why she would. She just has to send the hellhounds, who’s howls and yips Dean has been hearing for days. And those things have never been stopped by any sort of devil’s trap.

“Yes,” Sam says, tense, not looking at him.

That’s another thing. For weeks Sam has barely looked at him, barely talked to him. Which sucks, because he’d really wanted to spend the last weeks of his life just looking and talking to and spending time with his brother, but Sam hadn’t been interested in that. At all.

He shares a look with Bobby, who just shrugs, hands tight on his shotgun.

Then the hellhounds come, just like he knew they would, no Lilith in sight. “Sammy,” he says, reaching out for his brother. Not because he thinks he can do anything, but because he wants to touch Sam one last time, one last memory to sustain him through hell.

Sam snaps out his hand and the hellhounds go skittering back, letting out pained yowls.

Dean stares, not understanding. “What did you – wait. You can see them?”

Only he should be able to see them. He’s the one that made the deal.

Sam still won’t look at him, damnit, even as Dean fists his hand in the back of his shirt. Sam's voice is low and pained when he says, “I’m sorry.”

Fear clenches in his gut. But before he do anything, there are demons surrounding the devil’s trap, appearing one by one in Bobby’s junkyard. They’d needed to take down his protections so Lilith could get in, but they hadn’t expected this. Of course she brought a freaking audience.

“Which one of you is Lilith?” he barks out, dragging Sam behind him. He refuses to let the last thing he sees be his brother hurt, or worse.

Dozens of demons stand there, human vessels with pitch black eyes. The hellhounds whimper and slink around them, but don’t seem interested in getting any closer. Dean can’t blame them.

Sam pries his hand off of him, stepping away before Dean can grab onto him again. He leaves the safety of the devil’s trap, which is fucking stupid. Dean’s lunging forward to stop him, but then there’s Bobby’s arm holding him back, face pale with a horror Dean doesn’t understand. He hadn’t looked like that even at Cold Oak, when they’d seen the gates open to hell.

The demons bow.

He blinks, not understanding what he’s seeing.

Sam is standing there in front of them, no protections, and they’re all bowing to him.

Except one.

Ruby is there, stupid red leather jacket and blonde hair and the smirk he hates so much. She walks around the demons up to Sam, who’s face is cold and expressionless. “She’s coming.”

“I know,” he says. “If this doesn’t work, I’m going to kill you.”

“Promise?” she returns. “If this doesn’t work, death will be a mercy.”

Dean tries to push Bobby off of him, to get in between Sam and this bitch, but he doesn’t let go.

Then there’s a little girl in a white dress, head tilted to the side. “Something here belongs to me.”

Ruby flinches, stepping just slightly behind Sam.

“Not you,” she sneers. “You haven’t belonged to me in a long time, I fear. You really think that this boy can save you?”

“Sam,” Ruby says.

He sighs, like this is a trial, and raises his hand.

Lilith’s sneer drops from her face. Her upper body yanks forward, but her legs won't move. “You bastard,” she snarls, raising her hand in return, but nothing happens.

For the first time, fear flickers across her face.

Ruby steps forward, her own terror swallowed up by arrogance, by delight.

Dean tries to move, but finds he’s just as frozen as Lilith, even more so. He can’t twitch a single muscle. Going by Bobby’s unnatural stillness next to him, he assumes he’s in the same boat.

“Samuel is the heir of the light bringer,” Ruby says. “He has taken his birthright. You can’t touch him.”

What’s she talking about? What birthright?

What has Sam done?

“No,” Lilith snarls. “He’s nothing more than one of Azazel’s experiments.”

“A night, a full day, and then morning,” Ruby says. “That’s what he was. Then he rose on the third day.” She shoots a mocking look his way. “If it weren’t for his brother, he would have died nothing more than a failed experiment. But he has risen.”

No. What does that mean? What’s she saying? He had just wanted Sammy back.

Did he do this? Is this his fault?

“Ruby,” Sam says, a note of warning in his voice.

“Right, right,” she sighs. Then, back to gleeful, “Her eyes.”

Sam’s finger twitches and Lilith’s eyes bleed black tears.

She screams, the sound even worse because her vessel is a child.

Ruby lists thing after thing, pulling out her fingernails, peeling her skin. Her blood is black, none of it red, and the injuries shouldn’t really be hurting her but they clearly are. Dean watches helplessly as Sam tortures Lilith at Ruby’s command, enacting one terrible thing against her after another.

Lilith lies there, moaning, limbs broken, body in pieces.

“That’s enough,” Sam says.

“Enough?” Ruby hisses, turning to face him. “You know what she did to me! She – she–”

Sam’s stoic mask breaks, creasing in sympathy. Dean would prefer it wasn’t for a demon, for Ruby, but at least he now recognizes his brother. He raises his free hand to her head, his touch an oddly gentle counterpoint to everything he’s done to Lilith. “I know. But it’s enough.”

Tears glint in her eyes, just for a second, then she swallows and nods, stepping away from Sam’s hand.

He steps forward, crouching in front of Lilith. “You shouldn’t have come after my brother. Now we both have to live with the consequences.” His mouth twists. "So to speak."

Whatever she would have said in response is lost in her screams. Black smoke pours from her, then lights up, like a spark in steel wool, the fire moving through her reminding him almost of the Colt.

Lilith dies. Sam kills her, no Colt, no devil’s trap. Nothing but his own terrifying powers.

“Will you bow to me now?” he asks.

Ruby tears her eyes from Lilith’s corpse and her irritating fucking smirk slides back into place. “Now?” She steps closer, tilting her head back almost like she’s about to kiss him, then falls gracefully to her knees in front of him. It looks more like she’s about to give him a blowjob than a form of subservience, but he thinks that for a moment Sam almost seems amused. “I bowed to you first.”

“So you did,” he says softly. He raises his voice. “Move out. Casey. You know your job.”

“Yes, sire,” says one of the demons, voice almost familiar.

Then Sam’s walking away, Ruby just a step behind him. The other demons follow suit, the hellhounds not even glancing at Dean as they get caught up in the procession.

Sam still won’t look at him. He only sees the back of his brother’s head as he leaves him behind

The only demon left is Casey. He knows her, he recognizes her, the demon he’d been trapped with in that city full of sin, the one that Sam had shot and killed. He’d seen him kill her.

She gets to her feet, offering him a smile as she draws closer. “Hello, Dean. I bet you never thought you’d see me again.”

She steps right into the devil’s trap and presses a hand to him and Bobby each. As soon as she touches them, they’re able to move, darting away from her and leaving her stuck in the devil’s trap.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, wishing his voice wasn’t shaking, but he has more important things to worry about.

She turns to face them. “Samuel does not want you to die. He did what he had to do to ensure you wouldn’t.”

“The fuck you talking about?” Bobby asks gruffly.

“I told you back then I was ready to follow Sam,” she says, stepping out of the devil’s trap like it’s nothing, which she definitely shouldn’t be able to do. Bobby hadn't thought that this thing would be able to contain Lilith, but Casey’s nowhere near Lilith’s level. It should work on her just fine.

Bobby’s hand darts out, throwing holy water over her, but it doesn’t so much as steam.

She just looks amused. “That won’t work on me now. Neither will an exorcism, or any of the usual tricks. I have been purified.” She holds out her hand to Dean and it’s the Colt, the one that they’d lost when Bela sold it. “This is the only thing that will kill me now.”

“And you’re just handing it over?” Dean asks.

“I have my orders,” she says steadily. “Samuel wants you to have it.”

His entire body goes gold.

“What do you mean purified?” Bobby asks, shooting Dean a concerned look. “You’re a demon. Purifying you should kill you.”

“And was Lucifer a demon?” she asks. “I have taken the sacrament.”

Dean doesn’t know what that means, but Bobby’s expression shifts from disgust to shock to a horror filled curiosity. “You drank Sam’s blood?”

She did what?

“I have taken the sacrament,” she repeats, lifting her chin. “Samuel purified me.”

How the hell would Sam’s blood do that? Why had she drank it in the first place? She’s a demon, not a damn vampire. Dean pushes those questions aside and instead asks, “How are you even alive?”

“Samuel resurrected me,” she says. First he can kill demons, and now he can bring them back? “He knows we had a rapport and he thought it would be easier if it was me.”

“What would be easier?” he asks. His head is spinning and his heart hurts and he doesn’t understand anything that just happened. At least being dragged to hell would have been simpler.

She presses the Colt into his hands. “Samuel doesn’t want you to die. He knows this will be difficult for you, that you’ll make poor choices. I have my orders. I am to stay with you and keep you alive. We’re going to get to know each other very well, Dean.”

“Like hell,” he says gruffly, hand tightening as he takes the Colt and raises it to her head. “What’s to stop me from killing you?”

“The same thing that will stop you from killing Samuel,” she says and he flinches. “Nothing.”

He stares at her. He can’t bring himself to speak.

“You’ll have to hunt him down the old fashioned way,” she says casually. “But if you can find him, you can kill him. We’re all under orders not to touch you. Samuel won’t stop you if you want kill him. The same way I won’t stop you if you want to kill me.”

“Why?” he asks.

She shrugs. “It’s always been up to you, Dean. He trusts you. If you decide that he must die, then he’s willing to die.”

Dean sold his soul for him. He’s not going to fucking kill him.

But the Sam he sold his soul for wasn’t capable of doing that to Lilith. He wouldn’t have even wanted to be.

“What about your demon lover?” Dean asks, thinking of the priest that Casey had embraced and kissed, the demon she’d begged to spare Dean’s life before Sam had killed them both. “Sam bring him back too?”

Grief chases across her face before she smooths it away. “He will. If I am good, and obedient, and loyal, then Samuel will bring him back for me.”

Dean’s stomach rolls to hear Sam described like that, like some sort of tyrant or king. Like Dad. “You really believe that?”

Casey meets his gaze steadily as she echoes the words she’d said to him in that basement as she spoke of Lucifer, except now she’s talking about his brother. “I have faith.”

[lucimaaie]

dream girl ✧.* spiderwoman au

pairings - ellie williams x fem!reader

summary - the universe is determined to put you and ellie together, nevermind her fear.

warning - i wrote this in sept and was kind of watching good trouble at the time so that's why r has like backstory, random ass side characters, and stuff, I dunno what I was on when I wrote this so just run with it y'all, i made this long for no reason (shh 3k is a lot to me), it also occurred to me that im not good at slow burn so this aint that even if it is an attempt

also credit to @sister-lucifer for the dividers

You'd been missing from class a few times after Ellie saved you. She thought about visiting your house, but that was too creepy. Creepier than drawing you. Checking in with your dad was an option up until she realized they’d only recently formed a truce. Finally, she landed on a coffee.

The plan still had flaws: Ellie hated coffee herself and yet she knew your exact order from overhearing it. It was super-hearing’s fault not hers. She’d do it anyway, and add a cute drawing of you. It was normal, right?

Ellie bounced her knee as she watched you walk into class and slip into the front desk. Jesse sat next to her. Did she forget to erase her initials? She was supposed to do that.

“Talk to dream girl yet?”

“Shut it.” She opened her notebook. “And she’s not my dream girl.” She had dreamed of you once and Jesse wouldn’t let her forget about it.

“You don’t gotta lie to me.”

She didn’t have to look at him to imagine the grin on his face. “One day, when you least expect it. I swear.” She shook her head as she went back to watching you.

Ellie was like a deer in headlights when you looked back at her, holding up the coffee cup with a smile. “Thank you.” You mouthed.

She gave a nod, hoping her smile came off nonchalant. “Fuck.” She mumbled as you looked away. She did not erase her initials.

Ellie felt like a coward for not sticking around after class. Especially when it was in an attempt to avoid you. Dick move, but cut her some slack. She expected anonymity.

All this to say she wasn’t expecting a coffee cup on her desk the next day. Someone was about to be very disappointed, she thought as she sat down. She shrugged off Jesse's remark about her having a secret admirer. “Boo.” She whispered-yelled at him.

She cringed right before the liquid hit her tongue. She hissed at the burning sensation before preparing herself to take a second sip. It wasn’t coffee, it was some kind of tea. Sweet too. She sat back to look at the wrapper around the cup, which she could’ve done first thing and avoid the possibility of being roofied by a serial killer, but least she was now.

‘I didn’t know what you like but I know you never drink coffee. thank you for last week!’ There it was: Message and initials in that pretty handwriting she’d seen when she reluctantly asked to borrow notes. Ellie’s eyes flicked up to you, surprised to see you looking right back. She raised her brows, not knowing what to do as you smiled at her. Maybe smile back you idiot! She let a natural a smile as she could grace her face as she mouthed a thanks.

The absence of your eyes allowed her to revel in what just happened. That was until she could feel Jesse glaring at her. “Don’t even.” She mumbled into her hands. “But you saw that too?”

“It’s almost like I've been telling you she might, probably does, like you back.”

“She doesn’t. She’s just being nice.” Ellie took another sip. Her eyes lingered on the note as she pulled out her notebook. It wasn’t lost on her how obsessed she looked if you were to flip through her notes. Lucky for her, you never asked. “I'm not gonna read into it. At all.” Safer that way.

“Won’t have to if you make something happen for real this time.”

“Let’s talk about your love life for once.”

“Alive and well, thank you very much.”

“What? That’s all I get?” Ellie scoffed. “You stick your nose into mine all the time!”

“We’re not talking about me.” Jesse sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. She huffed, flipping to a new page as her eyes traveled from him to you. You were as oblivious to your effect on her as always.

Ellie had dozed off. She was nudged into consciousness by Jesse. As much as she wanted to grumble and go right back into dreamland, she could see how much she missed just by the sheer number of words on the board. Tiny, tiny words.

The words coming out of the professor's mouth were pure gibberish as her sleepy senses zeroed in on you. "Ow!" Another nudge from Jesse, telling her to pay attention to anything other than you for once.

It took all of three seconds for her to hear the two words she dreaded: Group project. What normal person would be excited to do a presentation over economics? The better question was what normal professor thought she wanted to do that, but she leaned forward as she listened for the pairs.

She froze as she heard her name and yours in the same sentence. As a pair, doing the project together.. Ellie swung her bag over her shoulder as she pretended to search for where you sat. She was careful not to bump into anything as she settled into the newly vacant spot next to you.

"Hi," You said in that kind voice she'd always managed to pick out above all other noise any time she heard it.

"Hey," Ellie dropped her backpack. "Ellie, back row." She inwardly cringed at the words left her mouth. She didn't need to introduce herself; You'd known her enough about her to get her a drink, which made her hope that meant you were looking at her as long as she'd been looking at you. Or not, in the event that she did something humiliating she didn’t remember.

"I know your name." you smiled. "Did you like it?” She glanced down at your hand pointing to the cup in her hand. "I didn't know what you like and not everyone likes coffee so.."

"Oh, yeah. I..don't usually drink tea, but you surprised me." She tapped her fingers against the cup as you rested your head in your hand, eyes attentive though she was saying nothing important. "How are you feeling? After the..thing a few days ago."

"You know about that? I’m okay, it was just a few bruises and soreness."

"Uh, I listen to a podcast. Better than the news, less boring. I'm..I'm glad you're okay." She tucked her hair behind her ear as she glanced at the blank space of the table.

"So, after we pick a topic, I was thinking we could head to the library and keep working after class." Her eyes drifted back to you, taking in the way you shifted into a certain level of focus she lacked at the moment. That was something she always admired about you. "Unless, you have work or something more important."

"Oh, no! I'm free, not busy at all." Stop talking.

"Great!" You said with a friendly smile. "Wanna go?"

"Yeah, we can go."

Once you got to the library it had finally set in to Ellie that she had to behave with some degree of normalcy. It’d be embarrassing if she made it any more obvious how much a crush she had  you. 

“Oh, I forgot to ask you about your number.” You picked up your phone and went to the contacts, pressing new contact. “Just in case you or I can’t make it, stuff like that.” Ellie’s hand was gentle in taking your phone and typing in her number, afraid the sweat on her hands would blur the text on the screen. 

“I should be able to make it.” She said, needing something to do besides nod at your every word like an idiot.  

“Great.” You flashed her another friendly smile. 

Time had gone by relatively slow. Few words were exchanged as you worked on a shared template, putting in information neither of you cared for. Eventually, your computers were pushed aside in boredom.  

“I can’t read any more about supply and demand or my brain’s gonna implode.” Ellie rubbed her eyes. She was starting to wish she enjoyed coffee so she could reap the benefits.  

“Thank god, I’m not the only one.” You shut your computer abruptly with force. Ellie did the same with care not to destroy the thing. “I hate this class and the professor. He doesn’t teach, like, at all and then expects twenty slide presentations.” You rambled, dropping the sweetness she had come to know you for. Ellie couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, it’s..the caffeine or something.” 

“I’ll bet. Your go-to has a million pumps of caramel syrup in it coupled with an extra shot, just so you can still taste the coffee.” Tiredness had wore down Ellie’s usual anxiety. She hadn’t even noticed she teased you until your face morphed into shock at being called out. 

“I didn’t know you noticed that, but then again you were so nice to save me six dollars.”  

“Outrageous price, by the way.” 

“That tea you liked so much this morning was the same price so,” 

“Welp,” Ellie threw her hands up. You both shared a laugh.  

“Let’s get out of here.” You said suddenly, crossing your arms just to lean forward. “I can’t stand the quiet anymore or this pointless project.” Ellie knew what you meant but that didn’t stop her mind from going to different places.

Stop it, you idiot!  “Agreed”  

Ellie had managed to pull her weight despite inwardly panicking around you. It didn’t help when you looked at her the way you did.

The workload was getting lighter and left more time for you to get off topic and talk about anything that came to your minds. Ellie couldn't pinpoint the moment she'd transition from not believing you were talking to her to not wanting to stop. Probably somewhere around the you exchanged numbers for the sake of project neither of you were worried much about.

She was satisfied, or rather she'd tried to convince herself she was, with just texting back and forth as friends. She decided she'd shove her feelings deep down, eliminating the worry of ruining your newfound friendship or putting you in danger. Ellie was okay as the friend, as long as she was close to you.

Ellie leaned against the rough brick wall of your apartment building a she waited for you come out. The soft material on the inside of her jacket gave her enough of a distraction until she heard the screech of the door. “Hey,” A smiled immediately appeared on her face as she took in how you drowned in your adorably festive sweater.

“Okay, before you come in, I wanna let you know my friends are weird. They don’t know boundaries but I promise they're really nice—“

“You were serious about the communal living thing?”

“Ellie!”

“I’m just asking!”

“C’mon, you.” Ellie’s heart jumped as you shamelessly laced your fingers with hers, dragged her along into the rustic building. Her wandering eyes were something like a kid in toy store, instead of an overly decorated lobby. The decorations were gaudy but homey, nonetheless.

She became self-conscious that her hands were becoming clammy as you continued to hold her hand, squeezing it every once in a while. “Just remember, they’re trying their best to be normal.”

“And..what’s not normal?”

“Jan bringing in random rescues, V keeping us up because she’s ‘running her lines’, Jade never leaving her room except to tell us our rent is due, and Winn never not having a friend over, but he's having a midlife crisis so." You shrugged. "Pretty normal stuff.”

“And you all share a bathroom..and stuff?”

“It’s the best I could get.” You said sheepishly as the elevator opened. She could immediately see what you were talking about the moment you started to struggle with the stubborn elevator gate. Her hand was soft in grabbing your wrist. "I got it."

“You clearly haven’t seen my shitbox I call an apartment. This is fine.” She remarked as she opened the rusted gates without much effort. Her eyes landed on even more Christmas decorations.

“If you’ll let me work my magic, it won’t be a shitbox.” You looped your arm around hers.

“You will never look at me the same. I'm serious. It's a disaster. A dumpster fire, really." It became easier to put down the worth of her apartment as she saw how filled out your building was just from the hallway. Even the scattered belongings had a way of telling anyone who came in that everyone who lived there was proud to. She couldn't lie, the closer you got to the dining room, that too you shared of course, she was sweating bullets. That's what it felt like at least.

"I can handle a dumpster fire."

Ellie's head turned back to you, eyes softening at the sincerely at your words. You were not making this any easier on her. She could wait out a crush. If she hadn't known you these past few weeks, she would've forced herself to get over it, but that hadn't been the case. "Hey, before we go in, i wanna thank you for all..this. You didn't have to invite me."

"I wanted to." You said simply.

"Why?"

"I don't know. No one should have to spend the holidays alone. Definitely not you, especially you." You poked her shoulder.

"What's so special about me?" She mumbled. That was not supposed to come out.

"That a serious question?" It didn't make sense in her mind, your interest in her. Shad no time to formulate a response when a short blonde girl came in with a bowl in her hand and muffled words coming out of her mouth. "Guess that's our cue." You smiled, tugging on her hand.

"Why the hell are you eating straight cranberry sauce?" Your words were fuzzy to Ellie as you took the bowl from the girl's hand. She was too in her mind to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

She was hugged by a few people, all of which had nothing in common but living in the same building. Sat down by an older man she could only assume was Winn and fed until she felt her stomach could pop. Given a lecture on method acting from jade.

There was a point where she ran into being questioned by a few of them. The quippy, confident version of her was nowhere to be seen then and replaced with a stammering, blanking mess. Fortunately, you covered for her.

Ellie stared at the city with a full belly, leaning back on the less than stable lawn chairs on the side of the rooftop pool. The heated debates behind her served as background noise to the glimmering light and commotion New York provided. She took a sip of her beer. Her head turned towards you in the doorframe.

"Overwhelmed yet?"

"I wouldn't say that." She said with feigned coyness, sitting up to see you better.

"I wouldn't be mad. Or blame you."

" They do have a weird sense of...hospitality?"

"Hospitality is a word." You smiled, amused as you looked up at nowhere at all.

"At least that's the word I landed on." She shrugged.

"Well, you obviously haven't even used the bathrooms yet." You looked down at her with that smile she loved seeing. You took a seat on the chair next to her.

"Why do you think I’ve been sipping everything?" Ellie’s eyes never left you as you laughed in unison. She could've swore your smile melted into something shy. You never seemed shy at all. Or you were damn good at hiding it.

"Hey." Ellie hummed in response. "I’ve got something for you."

Her brows raised as you brought out a little blue box from behind you. The ribbon was crooked but tied by you, she could tell. "You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to. I promise I don't do anything I don't want to. Now, take it. Please? For me." You held up the tiny box like a offering in your hands. Her eyes moved from your face to the small box.

"Alright, fine. You don't have to beg." She inspected the cute little ribbon before carefully undoing it.

"Damn near,"

"Oh shut it." She glared up at you as she took the top off the box. As she looked down, the attitude slipped off her face. It was a camera as tiny as the box decorated with little savage starlight stickers.

“It’s not much, but I know you’re artsy and I figured maybe photography would be a nice hobby.” You scooted to the edge of your chair. “Also, it might be nice to have pictures of our first date.”

Her head snapped up to look at you, biting your lip in anticipation. “You’re asking me on a date?”

“Only if you want to.”

“I do want to.”

“You do?”

“I’ve wanted to for a while. i didn’t think you noticed.” Ellie flipped the camera in her hands, running her fingers along the mini stickers of the superhero. She wanted so badly to be on that date right now, taking pictures of everything so the memory would always be fresh in her mind.

“How long’s a while?” Your voice was quiet against the howling of the cold air, but in a way it felt intimate how close and quiet you were. There was gleam in your eyes from the fairy lights surrounding the patio area.

“If I answer that, will you still wanna go on a date with me?" Her eyes were almost pleading as she looked back up at you.

"I asked." You leaned even closer, allowing Ellie’s eyes roamed your face under the dim light. When she realized she was caught staring, she averted her eyes as she pressed her lips into a barely contained smile.

The moment was once again interrupted by jade. The girl stood with an empty pot, asking you where it would go. Your shoulders slumped a degree before you went into the kitchen with the young girl. "You could've asked Winn, hun.”

Ellie took that as her cue to get going. She took a sip of the now warm beer and grabbed her gloves. Her eyes were glued to you as always as she made her way to the elevator.

Knowing you wouldn't let her leave without a goodbye, she leaned against the gate for no more than a minute. As expected, you came around the corner with a smile and a few plates in your hand. Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes landed on the stack of foiled plates. "You’re making me feel bad, y'know that?" She leaned her head on yours as you wrapped your arms around her.

"You can make it up to me on..saturday."

"Saturday?"

"That’s the day."

Ellie’s eyes widened, realizing you were serious. Some part of her thought you’d forget all about it a few days later and she’d look like the desperate one bringing it up. leave it to you to prove her assumptions wrong. "Got it." She was still dazed as you leaned up to kiss her cheek and close the gate for her. Her biting her lip couldn’t stop her from cheesing as the events of the night finally set in. She was doomed.

thank you for reading!

[lila-lou]

✨His second exception - Pt. 24/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 7357

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 24 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙

As the night deepened, the soft hum of the waves filled the quiet air, creating a serene atmosphere around you and Ben. The private beach was quiet, the only sound the gentle lapping of the ocean against the shore. You found yourself sitting between Ben’s outstretched legs in the cool sand, both of your feet dipped in the water as it ebbed and flowed over them, the tide brushing softly against your skin.

Ben’s arms were wrapped loosely around you, his chest firm against your back as he held you close. His chin rested on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against you, the warmth of his body contrasting with the cool breeze coming off the water.

You leaned back into him, feeling completely at ease, the weight of the day’s emotions slowly dissolving into the peaceful night around you. The sky above was littered with stars, their light reflecting off the calm surface of the ocean, creating a shimmering, ethereal scene.

Ben’s hands rested on your belly, his fingers gently tracing circles as the two of you sat in comfortable silence. Every so often, he would press a soft kiss to your shoulder or the side of your neck, his presence grounding you in the moment.

“It’s perfect here”, you murmured, breaking the quiet as you looked out at the endless horizon. “I could stay like this forever”.

Ben hummed softly in agreement, his arms tightening around you slightly. “Yeah”, he whispered, his voice low and content. “No bullshit, no noise”.

You smiled, your fingers lacing with his over your belly, feeling his protective warmth. “It’s hard to believe that in just a few months, it won’t just be the two of us anymore”.

Ben let out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. “Yeah, everything’s gonna change. But I wouldn’t have it any other way”.

You turned your head slightly, your eyes meeting his as you looked back at him. “You’re ready for this, aren’t you?”.

Ben’s gaze softened, his usual smirk replaced with something deeper, more genuine. “I never thought I’d be ready for something like this”, he admitted, his voice quieter now. “But… Yeah, Guess I’m ready”.

Ben’s palm continued to brush softly over your belly, his touch gentle and soothing. The night was peaceful, and you felt yourself drifting deeper into a quiet contentment in his arms. But then, without warning, something changed—a sudden, hard kick against Ben’s hand.

You gasped, your body instinctively jumping slightly between his legs. Your heart raced as you felt the undeniable movement from within, your breath catching in your throat. For a moment, the world around you seemed to freeze, and the only thing that mattered was what had just happened—the first kick of your baby.

Ben stiffened behind you, his hand still resting on your belly, but now perfectly still. “Did you feel that?”, he asked, his voice low and rough with amazement.

You nodded, your hand instinctively flying to your belly, your emotions surging. “I… I did”, you whispered, your voice shaking with disbelief. Tears welled up in your eyes, your heart swelling with the realization of what had just happened. “That was… that was the baby”.

Ben’s breath hitched slightly, and for a moment, he didn’t move. His hand remained firmly pressed against your belly, as though he was trying to feel it again, to confirm that it was real. Then, as if on cue, there was another strong kick—this time, you both felt it clearly, and the emotion of it hit you like a wave.

Ben let out a breathy chuckle, the sound filled with awe and something deeper, something you had never heard from him before. His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer.

Tears were already falling down your cheeks, your bottom lip trembling slightly as the flood of emotions overwhelmed you. You placed your hand over Ben’s, both of you feeling the connection to the life growing inside you. It was a moment you’d waited so long for, and now that it was here, the reality of it seemed almost too much to handle.

Ben grinned, his eyes shining with the same mix of joy and awe that you were feeling. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder, his lips warm and comforting against your skin. “Took him long enough”, he murmured with a soft chuckle, still riding the high of that first undeniable kick. His usual confident, tough exterior had melted away completely in this moment, revealing the softer side he reserved only for you.

You laughed through your tears, the sound a little shaky, still trying to process everything. “Yeah, well, I think he’s making up for lost time”, you said, your voice thick with emotion as Ben’s hand brushed softly over your belly again.

As if in response to Ben’s touch, another firm kick landed right against his palm, followed by several more in quick succession. Each one sent a ripple of happiness through you, your body responding to the life inside in a way that felt so powerful, so beautiful. Ben’s grin widened, and he let out a breathy laugh, clearly enjoying the feeling of his child moving beneath his hand.

“Strong little guy”, he whispered, his voice full of pride as he continued to gently caress your belly. His hand moved in slow, soothing motions, almost as if he were communicating with the baby through his touch, coaxing more movement out of him. And sure enough, each soft brush seemed to earn another enthusiastic response.

The two of you sat there for a long while, wrapped in the serenity of the moment, savoring every kick and flutter from your unborn child.

Eventually, the cool night air and the weight of the emotional day began to take their toll. You yawned, your body starting to feel the exhaustion. Ben noticed instantly, his hand still resting on your belly as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“Come on”, he murmured softly, shifting behind you and carefully standing up. Before you could protest, he effortlessly scooped you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. His strength was as familiar as it was comforting, and you nestled into him, your head resting on his shoulder as he carried you back toward the house.

You let out another yawn, barely able to keep your eyes open. Ben chuckled, glancing down at you as he made his way inside. “So, no happy engagement fucking tonight, huh?”, he teased, his voice low but filled with warmth.

You laughed, the sound soft and muffled as you nuzzled your face into his neck. “Not unless you want me to fall asleep halfway through”, you mumbled, your words trailing off as the exhaustion hit you full force.

Ben just shook his head, his smirk still lingering as he reached the bedroom. “I’ll take a rain check”, he said, his tone playful yet understanding. “For now, let’s just get you to bed”.

He gently laid you down on the bed, pulling the blankets over you as he brushed a hand through your hair. The tenderness in his actions was undeniable, and you felt safe, loved, and more content than you had in a long time.

Ben leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he stretched out beside you, wrapping an arm around you protectively. “Get some rest”, he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. “We’ve got forever to celebrate”.

You smiled sleepily, your hand resting on his chest as you closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of him surrounding you. “Forever sounds perfect”, you whispered back before drifting off into a peaceful sleep, your heart full and your future bright.

The next morning, you woke up suddenly, your body jolting awake from a fresh wave of nausea that hit you out of nowhere. It had become rare and the sudden onset caught you by surprise. The room was still dim, the early morning light just beginning to filter through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the bed where Ben lay sleeping, his arm draped protectively over the empty space where you had just been.

Not wanting to wake him, you carefully slipped out from under the covers and made your way to the bathroom as quickly as your body would allow. The nausea was strong, and you barely made it in time, gripping the sink for support as you fought to control the urge to vomit.

The coolness of the bathroom tile against your bare feet grounded you slightly, but the nausea didn’t subside. You found yourself hunched over the toilet, your breath shaky as you waited for the feeling to pass.

After a few minutes, the worst of it seemed to be over, but your body felt drained and weak. You sat down on the edge of the bathtub, closing your eyes and taking slow, steady breaths to calm yourself.

Just then you looked up to see Ben standing there, concern etched on his sleepy face. His hair was tousled, and he was still shirtless, the faint glow of the morning light making him look softer, more vulnerable than usual.

“What’s going on?”, he asked, his voice still thick with sleep but filled with worry. He moved toward you, kneeling down in front of you and gently placing a hand on your knee. “You okay?”.

You nodded, managing a small smile despite how awful you felt. “Yeah… just a little morning surprise”, you muttered, resting a hand on your stomach as you leaned back slightly. “It’s been a while since I’ve had one of these nausea waves”.

Ben frowned, his brow furrowed with concern as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from your face. “You sure you’re alright? You look pale. Like a fucking corpse”.

“I’m fine”, you reassured him, though your voice wavered a little. “Just caught me off guard, that’s all”.

Ben stayed there on the bathroom floor with you for a moment longer, his hand still resting on your knee as if he didn’t want to let go until he was sure you were really okay. Finally, he stood up and reached for a glass of water from the sink, handing it to you.

“Drink this”, he said softly, his voice more serious now.

You took the glass of water from Ben's hand, but before you could even bring it to your lips, the nausea hit you again—hard and sudden, like a tidal wave. Your stomach twisted painfully, and without warning, you lurched forward, barely managing to push the glass back into Ben's hand as you leaned over the toilet once more.

Ben was instantly by your side, his hands steadying you, rubbing small circles on your back as you heaved, the sickness overwhelming you.

"Hey, hey", Ben muttered softly, his voice full of concern as he crouched beside you again, his hand still resting on your back. "Take it easy. Just breathe. I've got you".

You tried to focus on his voice, letting it calm you as you struggled to catch your breath. The sickness slowly began to subside once more, but the exhaustion that followed left you feeling weak and shaky. You collapsed back against the cool tiles, your head resting against the wall as you closed your eyes.

Ben wiped a few stray strands of hair from your face, his expression still filled with concern as he knelt beside you. "This doesn't seem normal", he muttered, more to himself than to you.

You took a deep breath, trying to settle the queasiness in your stomach. "It's normal", you said weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just… hasn't happened in a while".

Ben didn’t look convinced, his jaw tightening as he stared at you, his hand still resting protectively on your shoulder. “I think we should call the doctor, just to be safe”.

You opened your eyes, giving him a reassuring smile. "It's just one of those pregnancy things. I’ll be fine, really".

Ben sighed but nodded reluctantly. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Alright, but if it happens again, we’re calling. No arguments”.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his kiss calm you a bit.

After what felt like an eternity of sitting on the cold bathroom floor, Ben helped you to your feet with gentle care, his hand never leaving your waist as he guided you back towards the bed. You leaned into him, your body still weak and shaky from the nausea, but his presence made everything feel a little bit easier.

Once you reached the bed, Ben carefully pulled the covers back and helped you lie down, tucking the blankets around you with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

"You should sleep a bit more", Ben murmured, his voice low and soothing as he brushed a hand through your hair. “Rest. You need it".

You smiled weakly, your body already sinking into the softness of the mattress. "Only if you stay with me", you whispered, your hand reaching out to touch his.

Ben chuckled softly, shaking his head as he pulled the covers up a bit higher around you. “I’m not going anywhere”, he said, his hand squeezing yours before he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes, already feeling the exhaustion tugging at you. The warmth of Ben's presence, combined with the familiar comfort of the bed, made it easy to relax. You could hear him moving around the room softly, getting ready to lie down beside you.

Within moments, Ben was there, sliding in next to you under the covers. His arm wrapped around you protectively, pulling you close so that your head rested on his chest. The steady rise and fall of his breathing soothed you, and with each breath, you felt yourself drifting further into a peaceful sleep.

A few hours later, you were both still nestled together in the quiet of the morning. Ben had dozed off as well.

That is, until a sudden, hard kick jolted you awake. It was strong—stronger than anything you’d felt before—and it startled you out of your sleep. You gasped, quietly crying out as your eyes flew open. Ben stirred beside you, immediately alert, as his arm, resting across your belly, felt the powerful movement too.

The force of the baby’s kick had actually lifted Ben’s arm slightly, and for a brief second, you both froze in the shared realization of what had just happened. Another kick followed, just as hard, and this time it made your belly visibly shift under Ben’s arm.

“Whoa”, Ben muttered, still half-asleep but wide-eyed now, his hand instinctively moving back to your belly to feel more of the movement. “That’s… that’s strong”.

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you tried to breathe through the slight discomfort from the powerful kicks. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it had definitely taken you by surprise. You glanced down, seeing Ben’s large hand resting protectively on your belly, his fingers splayed as if trying to calm the movements within.

His voice, still rough with sleep but filled with concern, broke the silence. “You okay?”, he asked softly, his eyes searching your face for any sign of distress.

You nodded, offering him a small, reassuring smile. “Yeah”, you whispered. “Just wasn’t expecting it to be so strong”.

He was watching you closely, his brow furrowed slightly as though still on edge. “You sure?”, he pressed, his voice soft but full of concern. “That was… a lot”.

“I’m fine”, you assured him, your smile growing a little wider. “It’s just… he´s definitely not shy about making his presence known”.

Though you reassured him with your words and smile, Ben didn’t seem entirely convinced. His hand lingered on your belly, still tracing slow, soothing circles, but you could feel the tension in his touch. He wasn’t as relaxed as you were about it, and even though he hadn’t said anything else, you could tell the intensity of the baby’s kicks had him more worried than he was letting on.

He leaned back slightly, his brow still furrowed, his eyes darting from your face to your belly, as if expecting another strong movement any second. The protective side of him, always so present, was in full force now, and it was clear he was trying to process what had just happened.

Ben stayed quiet for a moment, his thumb brushing over your skin absentmindedly. His silence said more than words could; you could feel the undercurrent of concern rolling off him. He was thinking about something, probably a hundred different things at once.

Finally, you broke the silence, placing your hand gently over his, grounding him. “Ben, really, it’s okay. The doctor said this would happen as the baby gets bigger. It’s normal”.

Ben sighed heavily, his gaze dropping from your face to your belly once again. His thumb continued to stroke gently, but his brow remained furrowed, deep in thought. “It’s not just a normal baby”, he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s half me”.

You frowned slightly, trying to understand where he was coming from, though you could sense the weight of what he wasn’t saying. There was fear behind his eyes—fear that went beyond the usual worry of a first-time father. It wasn’t just about the strength of the baby’s kicks or the intensity of the pregnancy. Ben was afraid of something deeper, something only he would understand.

“What if…”. He paused, the words seeming to catch in his throat. “What if he’s too strong? What if he—”.

“Ben, listen to me”, you said softly but firmly, making sure he was focused on your words. “We’ve talked to the doctors, and they’ve reassured us. Everything’s fine. Our baby is fine”.

His eyes met yours, filled with that deep, protective instinct you’d grown to know so well. “But what if he hurts you?”, Ben’s voice cracked slightly, betraying the fear that he rarely let anyone see. “He’s got my blood. My strength. I don’t want you getting hurt because of me. Because of him”.

You squeezed Ben’s hand a little tighter, your voice soft but steady as you met his worried gaze. “That’s why there’s the V medication, Ben”, you whispered, your tone gentle but firm. “If the baby starts getting too strong, if anything feels off, we’ll start the medication. We have options”.

Ben’s eyes searched yours, his jaw clenched in frustration and worry. You could tell he wasn’t fully convinced, that the thought of his child—his blood—possibly causing harm was something he was struggling to accept. But he didn’t say anything, letting your words sink in as you continued to speak, your voice calm and soothing.

“We’ve planned for this”, you reminded him. “We talked to the doctors, we have everything in place. If there’s any sign of trouble, we’ll do whatever we need to keep both me and the baby safe”.

Ben exhaled slowly, the tension in his body gradually loosening. He nodded, though you could still see the flicker of doubt in his eyes. “I just… I don’t want to put you at risk".

You leaned forward and pressed your lips gently against his, cutting off his words before he could continue. The kiss was soft but firm, a way of grounding him, of reminding him that you were here, that you were safe. For a moment, Ben hesitated, his body tense beneath your touch, but slowly, you felt him relax. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, his kiss deepening as he gave in to the moment.

When you finally pulled back, you kept your forehead pressed against his, your breath mingling with his as you whispered, “Stop thinking the worst. I’m here, and so is our baby. We’re okay, Ben”.

He closed his eyes for a moment, his grip on you tightening slightly as if he needed that reassurance, needed to feel your presence more than ever.

With that, Ben shifted, gently pulling you on top of him as he laid back against the pillows. His arms wrapped around you protectively, holding you close as if he could shield you from the world. But as he moved, the sudden shift made you feel slightly dizzy. You blinked, your head spinning for a moment, and Ben immediately noticed, his concern returning in an instant.

“You good?”, he asked as his hands steadied you, making sure you weren’t going to faint. He tilted his head to get a better look at your face, his brow furrowed with concern.

You smiled softly, placing a hand on his chest to steady yourself. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little lightheaded, probably from everything this morning”. You took a deep breath, willing the dizziness to pass. “I just need a second”.

Ben’s hand brushed gently over your back as he watched you closely. “You sure? You need to lie back down?”.

You shook your head, the dizziness slowly fading. “No, I’m okay now”, you assured him, leaning down to press another soft kiss to his lips. “Just need to take it slow”.

Just as you finished speaking, you felt another slight wobble, your body tipping ever so slightly to the side. Ben’s hands tightened around your waist instinctively, steadying you once more. His brow furrowed even deeper, concern etched in every line of his face. “You definitely need to eat something, baby”, he murmured.

He slowly shifted, helping you sit up against the pillows without making you feel rushed. You knew he was right; the nausea from earlier had thrown you off, and you hadn’t eaten since.

You let out a small sigh, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, I guess so. I’ve just been feeling off all morning”.

Ben sat up beside you, already making plans. “You stay right here”, he said, brushing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll go grab something quick for you. Something light, so it doesn’t upset your stomach again”.

You tried to protest. “Ben, I can—”.

But he cut you off, raising a brow. “No arguments”, he said firmly. “You’re not moving until you get some food in you. I’ll be right back”.

With that, he gently tucked the blankets around you and made his way out of the room.

As Ben left the room, you leaned back against the pillows, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to steady yourself. The dizziness still lingered slightly, and you couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that had been hanging over you all morning. You pressed a hand to your forehead, taking slow, deep breaths to calm yourself, but nothing seemed to fully ease the discomfort.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, you heard Ben’s footsteps approaching again. When you opened your eyes, you saw him standing in the doorway, holding a small tray with some crackers, fruit, and your vitamins. His expression was tense, his brow furrowed as he watched you carefully.

“You alright?”, he asked softly, setting the tray down on the bedside table before sitting next to you on the bed. There was a protective edge to his voice, a mix of concern and frustration at the situation—at not being able to immediately fix whatever was making you feel so off.

You tried to smile, but it felt weak. “I don’t know. I just… feel weird. Off”.

Ben’s jaw tightened, and he nodded, clearly worried. He reached for the crackers, gently handing you one. “Start with this".

You took the cracker, nibbling at it slowly as Ben’s watchful eyes remained on you, monitoring every little movement. You could feel the weight of his concern, and it made you want to put him at ease, even though you didn’t feel like yourself.

After a few moments of silence, Ben sighed heavily. “I don’t like this”, he muttered, his voice quiet but filled with tension. “You shouldn’t be feeling this bad”.

You didn’t say anything in response to Ben’s words because, deep down, you couldn’t deny that you were feeling off—more than you’d care to admit. The nausea had been unsettling enough, but now, with the dizziness and the strange, persistent sense of unease, it was harder to brush off.

Taking another small bite of the cracker, you chewed slowly, trying to focus on anything but the way your body felt out of sync. Ben stayed quiet next to you, his hand resting on your thigh, offering silent support. The weight of his presence grounded you, but you knew he was on edge, waiting for you to feel better.

After a few bites and a sip of water, you swallowed hard and leaned back against the pillows, closing your eyes again. “I just need to give it a minute”, you mumbled, more to yourself than to Ben, though you knew he was listening intently.

He nodded, his hand moving up to gently stroke your arm. “Yeah, take your time. Don’t rush it”, he murmured, his voice softer now, though the tension hadn’t fully left him. He was trying to stay calm for you, but you could feel his worry radiating from him. His hand rested on your belly again, a familiar gesture that had become second nature to him, as if he could somehow protect both you and the baby with his touch.

Minutes passed, and you focused on breathing, willing the dizziness to subside. The fruit on the tray caught your eye, and you slowly reached for a piece, hoping that the light, fresh food might help settle your stomach. Ben watched you closely, his brow furrowed, and you could tell he was holding back the urge to ask again if you were okay.

After taking a few more bites, you managed a small smile in Ben’s direction. “I think… I’m starting to feel a little better”, you said, though the unease still lingered at the back of your mind.

Ben’s eyes softened, but he didn’t let up. “Good. But we’re not doing anything until you feel completely back to normal. And if this keeps up…”. He trailed off, his jaw tightening again, the unspoken suggestion of calling the doctor hanging between you.

You nodded, understanding that he was just looking out for you, even though you didn’t want to admit that something might be wrong. “I know. Let’s just see how I feel in a bit”, you said softly, leaning into his touch for comfort.

After a few more minutes of quietly sitting beside you, watching you fight off the lingering dizziness, Ben finally coaxed you to lay back down. It wasn’t long before you drifted off into another fitful sleep, your body clearly needing the rest. Ben stayed close the entire time, his protective instincts taking over. He didn’t leave your side, not even to grab a bite for himself. Every now and then, his hand would rest gently on your belly, feeling for any signs that the baby was okay, and his eyes never strayed far from your face, watching your chest rise and fall with each slow breath.

The hours ticked by slowly, the day passing into late noon as the sun hung lazily in the sky outside the window.

It wasn’t until the familiar pressure in your bladder stirred you awake that you finally opened your eyes again. You blinked groggily, the world around you slowly coming back into focus. The discomfort was undeniable, and you shifted slightly in bed, realizing you needed to get to the bathroom—quickly.

Ben noticed immediately that you were waking up. He leaned forward, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress. "Hey, you’re up. How’re you feeling?".

You managed a small smile, though the pressure in your bladder made you wince slightly. "I’m okay, just… need to pee", you said, your voice still a little rough from sleep.

Ben immediately moved to help you sit up, his hands gentle but firm. "Easy there", he murmured, his arm around your waist as he guided you up carefully. "You want me to help you?".

You shook your head softly, though you appreciated the offer. "No, I can manage. Just need to get up".

Ben watched you closely as you stood, making sure you were steady on your feet. "Alright, but call me if you need anything", he said, not taking his eyes off you as you made your way toward the bathroom.

Once inside, you sighed in relief as you finally addressed the pressure in your bladder, though the lingering dizziness from earlier had subsided. You still felt a bit off, but nothing as bad as it had been that morning.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Ben was still standing near the bed, watching you closely. "You want to try eating something?".

You nodded, feeling like your body might finally be ready for some food. "Yeah, I think so", you said softly, making your way back to the bed. "I’m sorry I’ve been such a mess today".

Ben just rolled his eyes, before he reached for the tray of fruit and crackers, still waiting from earlier, and handed it to you. As you started nibbling on the food again, you could feel Ben’s gaze on you, his worry not fading completely but softening now that you were starting to look more like yourself again.

After a while, the food was gone, and though you felt better, there was still a slight hunger gnawing at you. You wiped your hands on a napkin and glanced over at Ben, who had been sitting close to you the entire time, watching you carefully.

You looked up at him, smiling softly. “So… what did you eat while I slept?”, you asked, your tone light but curious. “Any leftovers for me?”.

“Didn’t eat anything”, he muttered, shrugging a little. “I wasn’t about to leave you alone when you were feeling like that”.

You blinked, your heart giving a little tug at the thought of him staying by your side the whole time without even grabbing a bite for himself. “Ben…”, you started, feeling a bit guilty now that you knew he hadn’t eaten either.

He waved a hand dismissively. “I’m fine. I’ll grab something later”.

You shook your head, determined. “No, we’re both eating. Now”, you said firmly, sitting up straighter. “I can still eat, and you definitely need to”.

Ben chuckled softly at your insistence, his eyes softening as he watched you sit up a bit straighter, clearly not taking no for an answer. “Alright, alright”, he muttered with a smirk, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. “I’ll order something”.

The next day, you felt a world of difference from how you had the previous morning. You woke up with an unusual amount of energy, and Ben could see the shift in your mood right away. There was a lightness in the air between the two of you as you strolled through the small, charming town, browsing the various little shops at your request.

Ben kept a protective but relaxed arm around you as you moved from store to store, enjoying the simple pleasures of the day. The town was quiet and picturesque, and the combination of fresh air and sunshine was doing wonders for your spirit. But more than that, something had changed in your appetite too.

You couldn't seem to get enough food. By now, it was barely 1 pm, and you’d already devoured a fruit salad, two buttery croissants, a smoothie, and an ice cream cone. Every time you passed another café or shop, your stomach growled with interest.

Ben raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your sudden shift in cravings. “You’re really making up for yesterday, huh?”, he teased, watching as you eyed a bakery display with longing.

You laughed, shrugging playfully. “I can’t help it! The baby’s hungry, I guess”.

He smirked, shaking his head as you pulled him towards another café. “Baby’s hungry, huh? And you just happen to be along for the damn ride?”.

You grinned up at him, playfully nudging his side. “Hey, growing a supe takes a lot of energy. We need snacks, Ben. Lots of them”.

Ben chuckled, but his eyes softened as he watched you. He loved seeing you this way—happy, healthy, and full of life. “Alright”, he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Let’s get you whatever you want”.

You practically pulled Ben inside the next shop, your eyes lighting up as you immediately spotted a display of fresh pastries. The warm, sweet aroma hit you the moment you walked in, and you felt your stomach rumble in anticipation. Ben followed closely behind, his hand resting on your lower back as he watched you with a mixture of amusement and affection.

The shop was cozy and inviting, with shelves lined with freshly baked bread, delicate pastries, and all kinds of sweet treats. You didn’t hesitate, making a beeline for the counter and eyeing the selection with a gleam in your eye.

“Okay, I’m definitely getting one of those”, you said, pointing to a golden, flaky pastry filled with cream. “And maybe one of those chocolate croissants”.

Ben chuckled behind you, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter. “You’re really not holding back today”.

You turned to him with a playful grin, your eyes twinkling. “Nope! I told you, the baby wants snacks. And so do I”.

He rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face betrayed how much he was enjoying seeing you so happy and full of energy. “Alright, sweetheart. Whatever you and the baby need”.

The cashier came over, and you placed your order with enthusiasm. Ben stood beside you, watching as you happily picked out your pastries and a drink to go with them. You caught his smirk and nudged him gently. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this”, you teased.

Ben shook his head, laughing softly. “I’m just glad you’re feeling better. Yesterday, I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it through without another fucking scare”.

You smiled softly at his words, reaching out to take his hand. “I’m fine now, Ben. Promise. Just hungry”.

He squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Yeah, I can see that”, he teased. “Good thing we’re on vacation, huh? Plenty of time to stuff you with food”.

As the cashier handed you your bag of pastries, you gave Ben a quick kiss on the cheek. “See? It’s not so bad. You get to enjoy all the food with me”.

Ben chuckled again, shaking his head. “Yeah, but I think you might out-eat me at this rate”.

You grinned as you took a bite of the first pastry, savoring the sweet, creamy filling.

Ben just laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as the two of you strolled out of the shop, ready to take on the rest of the day—filled with more food, more laughter, and more memories.

It didn’t even take an hour before you stopped again, this time in front of a burger restaurant. The smell of grilled meat and fried onions wafted through the air, instantly drawing you in. Ben eyed you suspiciously, his brow furrowing in confusion. To his knowledge, you weren’t usually a huge burger fan, but today? It seemed like all bets were off.

You gave him a mischievous smile as you approached the door, pulling him along with you. “I know what you’re thinking”, you teased, casting a quick glance over your shoulder. “But don’t even say it”.

Ben followed you inside, his arms crossed and his brow still raised in mock skepticism. “You usually avoid burgers like the fucking plague”, he said with a playful groan. “But now you’re dragging me in here like you’ve been dreaming about it for weeks”.

You groaned softly, shaking your head as you sat down at the table, still feeling that lingering craving for all things savory and greasy. “Ugh, I know”, you mumbled, looking over the menu with wide eyes. “But today, everything smells so good, so intense. I can’t help it”.

Ben chuckled, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed as he watched you. “It’s like you’ve got super-smell now”, he teased, clearly amused by how out of character your appetite was today. “First pastries, then fruit, now burgers? What’s next?”.

Just as Ben said it, teasing you about your super-smell, both of you froze. There was a beat of silence, and then your eyes met his, widening slightly as the realization hit you at the same time. You could feel the air shift between you, an unspoken thought passing through both of your minds.

Ben sat up straighter, his playful expression shifting to something more serious.

You swallowed, your hand instinctively moving to rest on your belly. The baby. Could it be? You both knew that with Ben’s genetics, the baby might inherit some of his abilities, and now, with the heightened senses and cravings, it was hard not to wonder.

"Do you think…?", you started, trailing off as you struggled to put your thoughts into words.

Ben’s eyes narrowed slightly, the concern creeping back in. “I don’t know”, he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s possible, right? It’s in my blood. Maybe it’s starting to affect you”.

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. You hadn’t thought about it before, but now that Ben mentioned it, it made sense. “The doctors said something like this could happen, right?”, you said, your voice quiet but steady. “That some of your abilities might show through me during the pregnancy?”.

Ben nodded, though his expression remained tense. “Yeah, but I didn’t think it’d be this early”, he admitted, glancing down at your belly. “I thought we’d have more time before… you know, anything started happening”.

You bit your lip, unsure of what to make of it. It was strange, the idea of feeling something like this. “I mean, it’s not like I can suddenly lift cars or anything”, you joked softly, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s just stronger senses. That’s manageable”.

Ben didn’t laugh this time, though his expression softened slightly. “I know, but it’s still something we need to watch. You’ve gotta let me know if anything else feels… off, alright?”.

You nodded, trying to reassure him. “I will. But for now, I think it’s just me having some really intense cravings”.

Ben sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, clearly trying to push away the concern. “Alright”, he muttered, “but we’re keeping an eye on it. And we’ll talk to the doctor”.

You gave him a small smile, your hand resting on top of his. “I know”.

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach, you and Ben sat on a blanket with three takeaway pizza boxes spread out in front of you. The sound of the waves gently crashing against the shore provided a peaceful soundtrack to the moment, and the warm, salty air felt perfect against your skin. Both of you were dressed in beachwear, with Ben in his swim shorts and you in a bikini that showcased your now prominent belly.

Your hands cradled a slice of pizza as you leaned back against Ben, who sat comfortably behind you, his legs on either side of you, providing the perfect support. His arms were draped casually around your shoulders, his fingers tracing absentminded circles on your skin. Despite the calm of the evening, there was a lightness to the moment, a shared contentment between you two as you enjoyed the simplicity of just being together.

“Three pizzas, huh? You sure the baby’s not half me and half pizza?”, Ben teased as he watched you eyeing the pizza boxes, your appetite still seemingly endless.

You laughed, leaning your head back against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. “Hey, don’t judge. I’m eating for two, remember?”, you replied, playfully bumping your shoulder against his. “And besides, it’s your kid in there—so, really, this craving for pizza is your fault”.

Ben chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through your back as he tightened his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll take the blame”, he said, his tone full of affection.

As you took another bite of pizza, your belly moved slightly, and you felt a soft kick against your side. You smiled, placing a hand on your belly and nudging Ben with your elbow. “Guess the baby approves of the pizza too”, you said, feeling another light flutter beneath your hand.

Ben's eyes lit up, his hand moving to rest on top of yours as he felt the gentle movement. His face softened as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. “Of course he does”.

The two of you sat there, watching the sun dip lower, the sky turning shades of pink and orange. The evening was warm, peaceful, and filled with the quiet joy of these moments together—moments where the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, the baby, and the pizza.

“You know”, Ben said after a moment, his voice soft as he gazed out at the ocean, “I didn’t think I could feel this… normal. Sitting here with you, eating pizza..”.

“It is perfect”, you whispered, resting your head back against his chest, savoring every second of this quiet, beautiful evening together.

With a soft smile, you grabbed a slice of Ben’s pizza, holding it up toward. “Here, you deserve some more”, you teased, glancing up at him with playful eyes. “Can’t have you just sitting here and watching me eat all of it”.

Ben chuckled, his arms tightening around your waist as he reached for the slice, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. “I’ll take it”, he said with a smirk before taking a big bite, chewing thoughtfully as his gaze drifted back to the ocean.

“Now you’re even feeding me?”.

You grinned, shrugging as you leaned further into his warmth. “Maybe I’m just practicing for when the baby gets here”, you replied, a bit of humor in your tone. “Gotta keep both my boys well-fed, right?”.

Ben raised an eyebrow, his signature smirk growing wider as he leaned in closer to you. “Oh, so now you’re thinking it’s a boy too, huh?”, he teased, his tone playful but with that familiar edge of cockiness. “I thought you were convinced we were having a girl”.

You laughed softly, nudging him with your elbow as you handed him the rest of the slice. “I’m still not sure”, you said, shaking your head. “But you’ve been so confident, it’s starting to rub off on me”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

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[bersford]

MAFIA X COP

mafia boss!clay beresford x cop!reader

warnings: NSFW / SMUT ; sex tapes ; kidnapping ; (unprotected) PIV sex ; long buildup to the actual sex scene

writers note: this is all fiction and probably won’t happen in real life, im not too educated in the whole mafia stuff so if there are any inconsistencies i am sorry !

You're a detective for the NYPD (new york police department) and you're running an investigation on a robbery - when you realize clay, a very powerful and dangerous man, had done it, you quickly shut down your investigation, not wanting to get involved with him. you're completely oblivious to the fact that clay had already found out every single detail about you the day you joined the force. from your appearance, to your favorite color, to a super top secret sex tape you made in college…

Clay is sitting in his hotel suite, nursing a whiskey as he watches you on top of some scrawny guy. the footage is black and white and shows you bouncing up and down on the boys lap, your back arching at a certain angle that makes your tits look amazing.

Clay sets down his drink once he feels the stirring in his pants. he grabs the phone and dials a number from memory,

“Vinnie, get me y/f/n y/l/n.” he says firmly and quickly. “Get you her…” Vinnie repeats with his thick italian accent,

“how, boss?” He asks, needing more info so he doesn’t screw anything up.

“Just bring her to my suite, as soon as possible. And listen, vinnie… be gentle, yeah?” clay replies, his tone softer than usual.

the next day, as you’re walking briskly to your apartment building, two men emerge from the shadows. one clamps a gloved hand over your mouth, before you can scream, while the other puts a bag over your head.

you get thrown into a van with three other men, the two that had kindapped you and the driver.

The men carefully guide you to sit on the van's bench seat, their grip firm but not painful. One of them speaks in a gruff whisper, “Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Detective. The boss just wants to talk.”

“W-who are you?” you ask, your voice cracking.

“Name’s vinnie, that’s marco and the driver there isn’t important. We’re taking you to clay beresford.” Vinnie grins, as if he had just told you incredible news.

“Beresford…” you repeat, the name familiar on your tongue.

Vinnie chuckles darkly. “That's right, dollface. Beresford. Now, you're gonna come with us nice and quiet, ain't ya? No fuss.”

You sit quietly, leg shaking in … fear? anticipation? just anxiety in general maybe?

They bring you to clays hotel suite discreetly. Vinnie knocks on the door and as expected, clay opens it. “leave us.” he waves off vinnie and marco.

Clay undoes your blindfold and it takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the light, your pupils dilating. “Clay,” you greet him coolly.

“Y/f/n,” he greets with the same cool tone. his gaze travels up and down your body, stopping shortly to take in your heaving chest before continuing down to your hips. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

“What do you want?” you ask, trying to mask your fear.

Clay steps closer, his hands roaming over your sides “I think you know exactly what i want.” his hand reaches to unbutton the first button on your blouse.

“You want to fuck a detective?” you ask in disbelief.

“It’s more than that, darling.” he murmurs, his finger popping the button open, “I want you to be mine. To be my wife. To carry my name. To bear my children.”

You reach up to redo the button on your blouse. this is crazy. you’re a cop, for gods sake! you can’t just marry a mafia boss. i mean- it goes against everything you believe in! “I can’t do that.”

“Can’t or won’t?” he lets his hands drop to his sides, “last time i checked you weren’t spoken for. No husband, no boyfriend.”

“Just because im single doesn’t mean i can be with you.” You state firmly.

Clay chuckles darkly, “and why not?” He moves closer, slowly sliding his hands around your waist to pull you flush against him. “i can give you everything. money, power, protection, anything you want or need, i have it ready for you.” He murmurs against your lips, leaning in to press his against yours.

You lean up, ready to lose yourself in his lips before backing away. “no, no, i can’t do this.” You rub your temples, frustrated.

“Come on, what’s stopping you?” clay asks, crossing his arms.

“I just can’t.” You furrow your brows, confused as to why this is all happening and how it happened so quickly.

“Your lips say that, but your body says otherwise.” you’re back in the position you were before, with his arms around your waist and bodies pressed together “Can’t you see it? our bodies fit together perfectly, we’re made for each other.” Clay chuckles, exaggerating his words in a playful manner.

You back away again “i- i took an oath to serve and protect-,”

“Fuck oaths. Y/f/n, im telling you that you can have everything in the world if you just say you’ll be mine and you’re thinking about some oath?”

You stay silent, feeling way too many emotions to say anything.

Clay rubs his temples, unsure of how to convince you. “Look, i know this is a lot to take in, but i’ve been fascinated with you since the day you joined the force. I promise you, if you just say yes, you’ll be the happiest woman alive.”

He leans in close, too close, close enough for his lips to touch yours. To his surprise, you don’t pull away. He smiles softly against your lips as your tongues tangle around each other.

You’re both left breathless and panting when you pull away, “you’re a crime boss..” you whisper against his lips. “I’m a businessman.” he corrects you before claiming your lips again and letting his hands wander all over your body.

Clay lifts your leg up to hook on his hip, sliding his hand down to your ass then lifting you up. “Wrap your legs around me, darling.” He murmurs against your lips and you do as he says without thinking twice.

He carries you to the bedroom and lays you down on the king sized bed, one hand on your waist and the other spreading your legs. He starts unbuttoning your blouse eagerly, his lips still pressed against yours.

His lips wander down to your neck, sucking and biting gently. Your blouse is now half open, your tits almost spilling out of your bra.

“Say you’ll be mine, y/f/n.” he murmurs against your lips as his hands slide down your unzip your skirt. “say it.”

You pause for a moment then murmur “I’ll be yours..” against his lips.

Those three words seem to heighten clays desire, his movements become more hungry and less calculated. He slides your skirt down then takes a moment to admire your naked form.

“Holy…” He breathes then presses a kiss to the center of your chest, then your stomach, then just above the waistline of your panties. “a body like yours deserves to be worshipped.” he murmurs then crawls back up to kiss your lips.

You kiss him back hungrily, now starting to undress him. once his dress shirt is open he shrugs it off and reveals a set of toned abs. his hands swiftly unbuckle his belt and slide his pants off. your gaze drifts down his body in appreciation, stopping at his boxers to appreciate the bulge.

“Like what you see?” he smirks then hooks his fingers in your panties, silently asking for permission to tug them down. you nod and he pulls them down your legs then tosses them on the floor, reaching his hand behind your back to undo your bra.

His gaze zeros on your tits, he leans in and presses a kiss or two on your breast before sucking on your nipple gently. He releases it with a soft pop then hooks your legs over his waist.

Clay aligns himself with your entrance then slowly pushes in “stop me if it’s too much,”

You throw your head back on his pillow and moan at the feeling of his length stretching you out.

Clays eyes are shut and his brows are furrowed as he groans, pushing deeper and deeper until his base disappears inside of you.

“Oh god” he moans, stilling inside you for a moment before he starts thrusting slowly “you’re so fucking tight.”

His hands guide your hips, moving them at the same speed as his thrusts at an angle that hits your perfect spot.

“Right there!” you throw your head back, your back arching slightly, signaling that you’re close.

“That’s it, baby, let go.” he smirks and keeps thrusting, gradually getting faster and harder.

You let out a high pitched moan, your legs twitching beneath him as you find your release.

Clay feels your walls clench around him and the feeling is… incredible. “fuck” he moans, “good girl.”

He holds back, determined to make you come again before he does. his fingers slide down between your thighs, rubbing and teasing your clit as he watches you writhe beneath him.

His thumb presses down and rubs your clit in time with his thrusts. His focus solely on your pleasure. “god, you’re gorgeous” his gaze locked on your face as you moan his name.

Clay lifts your hips higher, hooking your legs on his shoulders and thrusting in again, the new position allowing him to hit that perfect button inside you.

You let out a loud moan, biting your lip afterwards.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” he smiles and kisses your lips gently.

Those words make you break, your body shuddering beneath him, your back arching and your eyes rolled back. clay feels your walls clench around him once more and he lets himself let go. “fuck… fuck, FUCK!”

He stills.

Clay pulls slowly pulls out, his sheets now soaked in both of your juices and cum leaking out of your pussy.

He takes a couple of deep breaths then gets up, grabbing some paper towels “let me clean you up” he says softly and start wiping.

Once you’re both somewhat clean, he lies down next to you and pulls you close, “Thank you.” he murmurs against your neck, leaving a soft kiss on the back of it.

“For what?” you smile, amused and a bit confused.

“For agreeing to be mine.” he places another kiss to your neck then settles against the pillow, ready to fall asleep with you in his arms.

[stargodau]

Chapter 1 Proposition

         Bill stared at the ceiling feeling utterly empty. His afterlife now consisted of nothing but pain and misery, tests, needles, medications, and physical abuse. The Theraprism a place of ‘healing’ and ‘redemption’ did nothing but break him apart, slowly. The crack across his body had expanded to both sides now, breaking him into five pieces. He lay on his cell floor staring at the incandescent light overhead. It burned his eye but he didn’t mind much, pain was the only real thing he had felt in a while.

          A click. The door opened to show one of those nasty therapists standing there. This particular therapist reminded him of someone who had far too many eyes. They took on a sort of sky blue color with darker blue frills. 

       “Patient #323322 the great Axolotl has requested your presence. Do not make it wait any longer than necessary.” The therapist’s shrill voice and calm tone, made him wish they had given him medication to deafen him along instead of just subduing him.

          “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He groaned getting up off the floor. Cuffs were of course immediately fastened around his wrists and two guards accompanied them as they walked through the halls to Axy’s office.

          “Do not disappoint the Axolotl.” Was all that was said to Bill before he was shoved inside the office to face the lizard on his own. The Ax’s office was cluttered, papers stranded on its desk and around the floor. Books were stacked against the walls stretching up to the ceiling. Each book, Cipher knew, contained the knowledge of countless dimensions, crammed in using magic.

          “Have a seat Bill.” Rumbled the Axolotl in its low, cheerful voice. Bill obliged. The Axolotl itself looked quite haggard for it being an all knowing benevolent god. There were slight creases under its star filled eyes, though those too had lost some sparkle to them.

          Bill considered before starting conversation. “What’s the word frills? Finally taking me outta this dump or do I need an extended stay?” He really hoped he was being released, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

          The Axolotl cocked its head at him, the responded, “ We are here to discuss your inability to accept the Theraprism’s help. You know your therapists only wants best for you, though no matter how much they try you seem to stay the same.” Bill stared ahead at the amphibian, confused. What help? The therapists had never even extended an olive branch.

          It continued, “You seem to in fact, gotten worse as we can see from these cracks here.” A hand was extended towards Bill’s left side where the cracks had grown onto.

          Instead of groveling or apologizing like the Ax probably hoped he would Bill became glowing red with anger. “Getting worse? GETTING WORSE? All I have been trying to do is get better while here but those ‘therapists’ insist I’m not doing enough, and do you know what happens? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS? I get shoved into a void for ‘wellness’ and to think about how I can ‘change’ and ‘be better’. I’m a lost cause already but the only person who can’t seem to figure that out is you! Perhaps using these dimensions worth of knowledge you can get a brain!” He didn’t have any powers but oh boy did yelling without immediately getting beaten feel good.

          Once again the Axolotl didn’t react harshly, just sighing before it spoke. “Bill I know you are suffering that’s why I came here. The Theraprism won’t teach you anything, it’s not  what’s right for you. I just came here to tell you that I’m coming up with a solution. Please be good for a few days and I will contact you to let you know the new arrangement.” It smiled at him, prompting him to answer.

          “Well, how could I say no to that Axy? I accept your deal with open arms! What’s the catch though, I know you aren’t stupid enough to give this to me for free.” Bill narrowed his eye at the amphibian, something was up and he was going to find out what it was. The Axolotl was staring at him with a strange look he couldn’t quite decipher.

          “I will contact you once I figure out the exact details of this new deal Bill. Be good and may you have star filled days.” And with that the Axolotl disappeared from sight. The guards grabbed him before leading him back to his cell to wait in agony until the Ax contacted him. Waiting, with no hope at all.

[ziggysarcana]

Shira raised a brow as Silas took a sip from her glass, an almost knowing look flitting across her features. A sly grin tugged at her mouth as her gaze lingered for just a second on his lips as he took a drink. She moved a hand to cover the grin, trying to hide the emotions it wore. There was something about the hesitation, like maybe he wasn’t feeling as casual as he was trying to seem; and that fact bemused her. “Really?” She teased, clasping a hand over her heart “You’d want my cooties? That’s probably the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Shira wasn’t sure who had brought the gin but she was fairly certain it was Seagrams. A fact she wasn’t going to mention to the man sat across from her. “Pretty good, but I don’t know if I can trust your opinion, you just admitted you want cooties.” Pleased with her quip — she giggled, her head tilting to the side and her eyes sparkling with delight before she reached for the glass. She brought it to her lips now to take another drink, a grimace shaking through her once more. Her tongue darted out in dramatic disgust before she thrust it back towards him, a pleading of “I need your help with this please, Silas,” falling from her lips, already abusing her knowledge of his name. She couldn’t help it, she liked to say it “I promise my next pour won’t be so heinous.”

Shira leaned her head back against the sill as he spoke, taking in the things he was saying and the things he wasn’t. There was something about the way he spoke, about the way he carried himself, that made Shira want to dig deeper. But she didn’t dare; because she didn’t want to make him frown. Not because she didn’t think he wouldn’t look nice frowning, in fact she was sure he would look just as handsome even if he were frowning, she just didn’t want to be the cause of it. “That’s good,” she said quietly, not pressing him further “I’m sure not a lot of people can say the same. That they like their life how it is.”

Humming at his question, she took a moment to think about it. “Portland pride,” she repeated, allowing herself to feel the weight of it on her tongue. Bittersweet. “Yeah, I guess I carry some of that everywhere I go. It’s a city that can stick to you like glue if you allow it to. It’s not flashy or glamorous, but it’s really fuckin’ real. Flesh and blood. Filled with freaks and weirdos. A place where anyone can find somewhere to belong. I think that counts for something.” Her voice started to trail off, not meaning to go off on a tangent. “But anyways,” Shira shrugged, indifferent “I don’t miss being there. I was feeling too much pressure.” A half-truth, despite the fact that her heart was screaming at her to be honest with him.

Shira caught the intense gaze and a small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. It wasn’t often that someone looked at her like this; so curiously. At least it wasn’t often for her, anymore. She didn’t say anything at first, letting the moment linger as she wondered about what was happening inside of his head. Her own mind raced, with a million zingers, a million quips. Something like ‘I’m not a Rubik’s cube, you don’t have to try that hard to figure me out’ on the tip of her tongue. But her vocal cords acted before her brain — “You’re making me nervous.” But she didn’t sound nervous. Quite the opposite, actually. Almost as if they were playing a game of chess and she was simply commenting on his strategy. Hushed due to their proximity. Not wanting to give Silas another half truth, she corrected “You make me nervous.” Shira didn’t know why. Maybe it was because she was acutely aware of the fact that he was psychoanalyzing her, or maybe it was the fact that she didn’t care if he was. She wanted him to see her.

Her shoulders relaxed and she mirrored his movements, leaning in to listen; as if they were sharing hushed secrets in a loud classroom. Like best friends, like they had known each other long before this party had even started. “I’m very honored,” she said, sweeter this time. Not saccharine, but real. Sugar cane. “and I must confess; you’re doing a fine job so far. Consider me entertained.”

Silas smiled, a light blush forming on his cheeks. He wasn't easily embarassed, but there was something about Shira needing to explain she didn't have any cooties that got to him. "Damn, I was really hoping you did have cooties." He said, trying to play it off while grabbing the cup from her hands. He went to take a sip from the glass, unknowingly putting his lips on the same edge she had, or did he do it knowingly? The strength of the alcohol hit him, but he was able not to react, he had been drinking drinks far too strong for far too long that he's able to keep a straight face. "Oh yeah, that is really strong." He took another, smaller, sip. "Pretty good gin though." He talked about it like he had any type of authority on what's good gin or not. He held the glass back out to Shira, seeing if she wanted it back.

Silas didn't enjoy talking about his past, mainly because he didn't enjoy his past, but he absolutely hated complaining about it. "My childhood wasn't really bad per se, it was definitely better than most." He said, dismissively. Unlike some of the people he knows from the circles he frequented in New York, he understood his privilege, and understood that writing was not a physically strenuous job that gave him a lot of benefits. "I just... I don't know... I just like the life I have now." He was uncharacteristicly ineloquent, looking to the ground. He paused for a second, before looking back to Shira, "enough about me though, how did Portland treat you? Have you still got that 'Portland pride.'" He asked her, repeating her line of questioning.

While Shira talked about Cardinal Hill, looking out the window, Silas took a chance to actually look at her closer. She appeared to have a kind of earnesty that Silas is not used to, like she was a real person with real emotions. He wondered what those emotions were, what she was thinking. He usually thought about people like characters in a book, where they fit in the story, what they bring the reader, but for some reason she was different. As she glanced out the window, his attention was brought to her hand brushing her hair. Silas thought about what she does for work, what she does for fun. He thought about what her hand felt like. When she looked back to him, it was obvious that he was looking at her a little too closely.

As Shira moved closer to Silas, he instinctively moved closer to her, listening closely to her voice. "I pretty much forgot about my brother as soon as I walked into the room. I couldn't think of anything I want to do more than entertain little ol' you." He said, matching her hushed tone, looking her in the eye.

[fleething]

i think it’s slightly funny how everyone on the former bird app is losing their minds about the fact that neil said that s3 “won’t be romantic” like that means he’s going to kill off either of the ineffable spouses when it probably just means that there won’t be a fucking ball scene like in s2 bc s3 is going to be too busy having an actual plot to do that

[teethbomb]

mob psycho(logical horror) 100

[wildm00re]

the boys 6x4 spoilers (and mentions of those supposed leaks)

just watched annie beat the hell out of that racist p3dophile firecracker and ik she fell right for their trap, but that was the most satisfying thing ever. DO IT AGAIN!!!!!

Ik there’s that spoiler going around that she supposedly gets beat by the fish fucker (and if that’s true then the writers need to get so very serious) but he’s next!!!

no but seriously, if it’s true then they’re out of their minds if they think i want to watch annie get beat up by the same man who sexually assaulted her in the pilot episode…

[caterpillarinacave]

So you choose not to step through the door, after all why mess with nonsense when you're already in nonsense? You check the items in your pockets, your phone you shut off to conserve power, the dog tag, key and top clink together but offer no help, and when you fiddle with the walkie-talkie you manage to get it to turn on, excitedly you call out to the void but only static responds, which is disappointing but predictable, so you put the items away and hunker down for the night, looking at the sky you can see that the stars seem strange, though you're no expert, and the moon seems to have a second smaller moon near it which looks pretty cool but is a stark reminder of how not on your own world your predicament has landed you.

In the morning you begin looking through the nearby bushes and plant life taking note of anything strange, you notice the berries you had been picking before you stepped through the door are also growing around here, they look and taste the same, and some other plants seem pretty similar to the forest from before as well, although the further away from the door you go the more unfamiliar plants you come across (of course that may just be your lack of familiarity with plants) and the few animals you have noticed are bizarre in a way that you can't explain, like the people from town, they seem almost perfectly familiar, just a little off and the noises they make have you thinking they wouldn't be able to communicate with their counterparts either, brushing aside another branch you come across a strange funnel made of metal which you pocket and what looks to be a regular whistle, you wipe it down and blow but hear nothing aside from the air going through, you consider it is either broken or maybe a dog whistle, as you go to put it away you hear something big running in your direction, before you can decide how to react a large creature storms out of the bushes and stops in the clearing before you, it's huge as a horse with paws and sharp teeth it licks as it looks around and spots you, it shakes its head again reminding you of a horse, then steps closer before turning and staring expectantly, you get the feeling it's waiting on you, impatiently, and you realize it seems to expect you to get on its back. Do you get on?

Yes.

[sanchoyo]

tbh I think 1 reason I do struggle w jobs is my fucked sleep schedules. like I don’t even know how to describe it. It’s insomnia some weeks then sleeping too much other weeks but also, I CANNOT keep it consistent. I’ve tried alarms. I’ve tried VERY hard. But my body does this thing where it wants to go to bed a few hours later or earlier each night so one week I could be sleeping 10 PM- 7 AM then the next week I’m sleeping 4 AM- 12 PM with seemingly no reason!! Even when I do All the Popular Sleep Tips! Like no screens/lights or trying to wear myself out during the day (but not TOO close to sleeping time!) it’s ridiculous and every single time I’ve tried to explain it to a dr I get the stock ‘haha young people always want to stay up late and mess up your schedules it’s nothing to worry about!�� Sir this has been happening since I was a kid. Even when I went to public school I’d be fighting sleep on the bus and in class bc my brain decided it’s a week where we don’t sleep at night. And I figured back then maybe it was a teen thing but now I’m in my mid 20s and it’s still happening. Forever. Like what the fuck

[gobbluthbutagirl]

favorite lead at my job happened to come into the break room while i had my mask off today and he mentioned he had NEVER seen my whole face before. which is like. i have literally broken down crying in front of this man before and you’re telling me i didn’t take my mask off. Yeah that does sound like me

[comically-callous]

Can I request headcanons for Kurt, Remy, Logan, and Wade reacting to his gender neutral crush kissing him because they're so in love with him before apologising when they realised what they just did please?

Ofc!!

X-Men with a gn!crush!Reader who suddenly kisses them 🤯🤯🤯

Includes: Remy LeBeau, Wade Wilson, Logan Howlett, and Kurt Wagner

A/n: I love them a normal amount. This took me a long time to write because tumblr kept deleting all of my work 😋😋😋 But, it’s here now. Hope you freaks annoy it. Requests are OPEN 💜

Remy:

It happens one day when you guys are in the kitchen cooking together

Remy (ever the opportunist) is helping you out by occasionally guiding your hands or gently grabbing your waist/hips whenever he moves past you. And you're definitely not complaining

Overall, the vibes are very flirtatious and cutesy, and you sort of get caught up in it.

After the food is in the oven and Remy is washing dishes, you walk over and kiss him.

Remy damn near drops the bowl he was rinsing, but he manages to keep his cool and almost immediately starts kissing you back

You're the first to pull away because it suddenly clicks for you that you're kissing your friend, so you break the kiss to start apologizing

"What you apologizing for, mon Ami?"

"I kissed you."

"And? I certainly didn't mind."

Remy has liked you for a while. That was pretty obvious to everyone. Everyone except you, since you thought he was just being flirty with you like he was with nearly everyone.

But, that's obviously not the case. He makes sure to make that very clear.

Once all of your feelings are cleared up, Remy pulls you closer to him by your hips and smirks softly. "You wanna try and kiss me again? For real this time?"

His ass did NOT finish those dishes 💀

Logan:

He comes back from a long mission, exhausted and not really in the mood for dealing with anyone

Well, that is until he sees you walking down the hallway. Then he decides he can maybe deal with one more person.

You're happy to see him back, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace that he didn't know he needed

"Ugh, I missed you!"

“You say that every time I come back from a mission."

"Yeah, because it's true."

He missed you too, but you don't need to know that.

You pull back from him just to lean in and kiss him.

That's probably the last thing he expected you to do. I mean, yeah he really like you, but he'd always been certain that you'd never want a guy like him.

After a moment of shock, he starts kissing you back, arms tightening around you

You pull away to ask "is this okay?" And he doesn’t even let you finish, just pulls you in for another kiss.

Sorry. He’s just wanted this for such a long time.

Wade:

He's liked you for a pretty long time. But, he knows you probably won’t like him back with how he looks. And he tells himself he’s fine with that.

But, since you two have been friends for a while, you get curious. So, you ask if you can see his face.

He agrees eventually and pulls his mask off to show you.

Normally he doesn't get so nervous to show people his real face. But, it's different with you. He doesn't think he can just laugh off your disgust.

When he pulls his mask off and your eyes widen, he immediately assumes the worst

"Yeah. Hideous, I know. Not the chiseled supermodel that I sound like under the-"

"Wade, you're like, hot."

"Excuse me?"

He can't believe it. Actually, he doesn't believe it. After you repeat yourself, he starts telling you that he doesn't need you to lie to him and that's when you cut him off with a kiss.

He pulls away immediately just because of utter shock "Woah! Cool down, hot stuff. What are you doing?"

You tell him you've always liked him, and that you still like him (maybe even like him more) now that he's shown you his face.

He's over the moon.

"Well, why didn't you tell me sooner? We could've been doing this all along!"

"Doing what?"

And then he kisses you again. Heheheheehehehe 👅👅👅

Kurt:

Kurt loves helping you with anything and everything whenever he can. It’s one of the ways he shows his appreciation for you.

So, when you receive a (very minor) injury during training, he’s at your side almost immediately

He drags you away and makes you sit down, treating your small cut as if it were a leg that had fallen off

“Don’t move, Schatz. I will be back with a first aid kit.”

“Kurt, you don’t need to-“

“Stay, please.”

So, you let him patch you up, and he does far too much for a wound that you could probably just slap a bandaid over

But, you don’t mind. You admire him as he’s crouched down to the floor, delicately treating the small cut on your knee

And then he looks up at you with those bright, yellow eyes and he smiles. And you can’t help yourself. You lean down to him and kiss him.

This poor boy is so surprised he can’t do anything. He just freezes up. So, you assume you’ve done something wrong and you pull away.

“I’m so sorry. I thought- I was just-“

“Please do that again.”

“What?”

“Please.”

And you do 🧚‍♀️

[luludeluluramblings]

Smalltown!Neglected!Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam ☁️ Part Five

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Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven ☁️ Part Eight

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A/N: Starting to realize I need to slow down, things are really getting complicated and I want everything to be included. Including proper warnings and important plot details and to really keep things more polished.

A/N: Also, going through the doubts on my writing, but we is gonna persevere, y’all. I’m going to take some time to focus on Obsessions.

Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior, Kidnapping, Vomiting, Slight Stalking

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After running Date’s life, Tim starts to investigate Reader full throttle. Before it was just something he did to relax between cases when he couldn’t shut off his brain. Now, he didn’t want to miss anything. Not a single detail. He’d also been having trouble digging up an information on reader’s small town.

Apparently, they weren’t up to date on their technology. Can’t hack computers for information if the computers don’t exist. Still, it was nice to find out about Reader’s childhood. (Making notes for Bruce to add certain flora and fauna to the Manor’s garden and looking up any restaurants in Gotham that he could possibly take Reader too. You know, as friends.) But, Tim was nothing if not stubborn.

Reader, having a bit of whiplash from Dick’s comforting and sudden departure starts trying to fill their time by hanging out with Cassandra, Duke, and/or Stephanie.

They also call back home informing Nana about the Date incident. Surprisingly enough, Nana was sympathetic. (Though Reader couldn’t help thinking she was using that condescending small town sarcasm. Maybe they’d just been in Gotham for too long?) Regardless, Nana lends a comforting ear and even talks about BFF and their older brother, Childhood Crush, to Reader in an attempt to distract them. Telling them what the two have been up to. (How much they miss you. They can’t wait for you to come home visit.)

Reader, however, is a tad more concerned with Younger Brother. Making sure to ask how he is fairing and if he could come visit them in Gotham for a bit. Just to give Nana and Grand Daddy a much needed break since their age is catching up with them. (Aren’t you so sweet? Caring so much for your real family.)

But, Nana brushes reader off. No need, he’s been hanging out with Childhood Crush and BFF. They’ve really taken him under their wing. (They’d make great a great partners. Don’t you think, dear?) It does arouse Reader’s suspicions, but when they call their Younger Brother, he sounds… fine… Said he was having more fun with BFF than Childhood Crush, but that’s a given. (BFF knows Reader best, and won’t let anything happen to him or Reader.) They’re probably overthinking things about things back home. (That pang of homesickness just doesn’t seem to go away.)

At school, however, things were changing.

Damian wasn’t lying to himself about scaring off Reader’s friends. A few started to avoid Reader suddenly. But, a few, mostly the wealthier ones, stayed close. Not at all bothered by Damian’s sudden campaign. Some even introducing Reader to their closer circles.

Reader’s happy to have more friends, but the loss of Date and Reader’s more down to earth friends weighed on them. Reader’s new group felt like an isolated bubble cage that encloses tightly around them (and wouldn’t let them go.)

Bruce has been pretty strict about who Reader spends time with since the gala. But, Reader, going stir crazy when Cass, Steph, and Duke, respectively, are to busy (have patrol and missions), decides to ask Barbara if they can hang out with her. (A stranger is better than nothing.)

Tim’s seems to be too busy with whatever he’s doing. (He’s technically spending time on Reader, rather than with Reader.) Reader loves Alfred, but they’re always helping him cook. Dick’s gone off on some errand in Buldhaven or Gotham (Reader can’t remember, they’re a bit annoyed by how finicky he can be with giving Reader attention.). Jason might actually choke reader if they suggest hanging out. And, Reader is still pissed at Damian for being a rude little shit (Plus, they suspect he has something to do with their friends leaving them. They just can’t prove it.)

Barbara agrees to bring Reader to work with her at the Gotham City Library. Fully expecting Reader to mostly stay to themselves or possibly sneak off. (As members of the family are prone to do.) She is pleasantly surprised that Reader actually tends to stay by her side. Of course, Reader goes and gets a few books to curl up with. But, they quietly chat with Barbara, occasionally assisting with task, and mostly just enjoy silent companionship.

Reader doesn’t expect Barbara to entertain them, they can entertain themselves. They just don’t want to be alone at the moment. (Reader hates being alone when they’re sad. Hate. Hate. Hates it.) Barbara finds the silent and soft companionship to be a balm for the soul, so to speak. There’s no pressure. No duty. Just companionship. (It’s eases her mind how Reader is willing to stay safe. They’re not being dramatic or doing something foolish. I can get used to this.)

After the day is over, Barbara reports how Reader behaved back to Bruce. (Didn’t wander, stayed close by, wasn’t rude or sarcastic. That Gala had to have been a fluke. It has to be those horrible friends of Reader’s corrupting them.) If anything, it builds a level of trust with Bruce that Reader can be cautious and they won’t have to worry about them leaving. (Running away. Ha!)

Bruce decides Reader deserves a little more trust. (He wants to spoil his child.) Giving them more leeway to spend time in Gotham. But, only with members of the family. Which would be fine, if they were available. There’s, unfortunately, been an Arkham Breakout.

The entire family is on high alert for the next few days, especially since Joker escaped this time. (Hell, no. The family isn’t risking it. They won’t allow it. If Joker does something to Reader he’s dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Batman won’t stop anyone for killing him this time if he dares.) The family prioritize his capture, even recruiting the Gotham Sirens and the Superfamily to get the job done. It’s probably the fastest Joker’s ever been caught. (Joker is definitely pissed over the matter. And, will be making it everyone’s problem next time he gets out. What are you protecting Batsy? What are you trying to hide from me? Are we not friends?

Reader gets a brief introduction to Clark Kent during this ordeal. Before, Reader had only seen Conner and Jon around the manor hanging out with Damian and Tim respectively. (Conner would always try to flirt, which annoyed Reader. And, Jon was avoid on principle of being near Damian. Though, Reader was nice if they caught him alone in the manor. Which was growing more frequent recently.)

Clark is charmed, surprised by the Reader having grown up in a Smalltown. For Reader, it’s nice to meet someone who understands the longing for simplicity. Though Clark personally felt like he had something bigger to achieve outside of his town. Still they appreciate each other’s mindset. (Clark also wouldn’t mind inviting Reader out to the Kent farm. It would be fun to annoy Bruce. Plus, Reader is clearly struggling in Gotham. He’s not wrong.)

With Joker locked up, the family relaxes… Somewhat. They still have the rest of the rouge gallery to catch and have to work overtime to do it. Hardly any of them are seen outside the Batcave, which Reader is eighty-four percent certain is in the library.

Reader spends a lot of time pacing the halls. Looking at the paintings and furniture. It’s lonely. It’s like living in a house that’s haunted by ghost you’re supposed to know, but don’t. (If I have to live in a house haunted by ghost, I’d rather be haunted by the ones that loved me. I wanna go home. I want Momma and Daddy. I hate being alone. I hate it here.)

Stephanie, however, having made plans with Reader, finally gets a chance to take them out into Gotham. It takes a nearly a week, but they do manage to get out into the city together. Stephanie showing Reader all her favorite sights, pointing out landmarks and fun things. It’s possibly the funnest day Reader’s had since coming to Gotham. Arcades, Ice Skating, food trucks, street performers, it’s all new and exciting.

Nothing good last in Reader’s life it seems.

In broad daylight, Reader is forcefully grabbed and thrown into the back of a truck.

There’s a massive down side to being Bruce Wayne’s child. You easily get taken hostage and held for ransom.

Stephanie is helpless. She can only watch it happen too far away to make it to Reader in time. The horror and fear on Reader’s face made her stomach turn violently.

She immediately called Barbara to start tracking the vehicle and the thugs, sending an alert out to the entire family.

Once done she couldn’t stop herself from letting the disgust and shame bubble from her gut out on to the pavement. Just the thought of Reader being hurt making her physically ill. (Give them back. How dare they take what’s mine? It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left them alone. They’re helpless without me.)

[r3starttt]

SHOW ME HOW

Read this or DNI

virgin!reader x ellie williams

SUMMARY: you thought the love you felt for ellie was in a platonic way, but maybe deep inside you the answer was already there, just waiting for it to be revealed, in a dream that Ellie is willing to help you with.

CW: smut, virginity loss, pet names (pretty girl, babe, baby, good girl), first kiss, corruption, thigh riding.

It’s been aproximately ten years since you first met her, Ellie Williams, your best friend and the person your whole family adores probably as much as they adore you. The only one that knows everything about you, the one that brings your true self, the one that’s seen almost everything.

You’ve been friends since forever, best friends. The type to have sleepovers, to hug and hold hands, cuddle and be all the time together, do everything together. And of course people said things and thought things about it, about how close you were and how best friends don’t to that, but the answer you two gave was always “we’re like family” and it was credible, enough.

It wasn’t a lie though, or so you thought since it was her idea to give the answer. She’d come up with most of the plans, most responses, most of everything. Not because you never suggested anything but because she’s way more stubborn than you are and there’s no way she let you take the big decisions, there’s also no way at all that she takes no as a response and you’re the biggest people pleaser she’s ever known.

And again, it’s been years of friendship, years of seeing each other in all type of ways for many different reasons. Years of what seemed like endless nights of talking nonstop, or days even. Months when there was no school or job or anything to do but be with each other all the time unless Ellie had plans with other girls “friends” that she’ll end up bragging about later. So you knew everything about each other, you’d tell everything detailed, you trusted each other.

And she’d always assure you that everything she did with or for you was for the better, same applied for her, in different ways of course. She’s never been problematic or mean or anything like that, but she was the one to make you smoke and drink for the first time in your life. And you, you only made her listen to your boring music for hours or have the cute and boring plans as she calls them. But at the end of the day, is all fair, you both do what’s best for each other based on your different needs.

That’s why you love her so much, and until this week you’ve thought it was pure platonic love, the one that you feel for your family, and she’s family. But she changed everything, everyone said it’ll eventually happen, and you always, always prayed to god that It didn’t, you failed.

Ellie spoke for hours about this new girl she’d just met, something casual as usual, but apparently it stocked to you because later that day you had a dream about it. And it doesn’t really bother you to have a dream like that, not even because she’s in it, because it doesn’t mean anything right? But it felt too good and too real to forget or ignore or let go. And the more you think about it, the more you keep feeling like it might actually mean something.

Because she was in fact hot, attractive in all possible ways, and she’s not just hot but also pretty, delicate in her way. She’s smart and sweet and knows you incredibly good, and she’s always supportive. And she shows she cares about you, even when she’s all awkward and shy about it she’d do anything to let you know she cares about you as much as you care about her.

And there’s nothing else that you love more than that, and now probably nobody else that can make you feel it, you won’t let anyone else try to fill that space. It’s just not the same even if you tried. It’s not Ellie.

So now that you’re currently at her house in her bed, cuddling, you’ve been thinking about this while situation, how to address it without being awkward for you and without being too explicit as well.

She doesn’t mind it, she knows you’ve had thoughts like this about girls before, but you’ve never done anything romantic with anyone before. Not even kissed anyone or hold hands, nothing. Not because you’re innocent or afraid but because you haven’t found someone worth your first experiences.

“What’re you thinking ‘bout?” you can feel her hands rubbing circles on your back as she speaks, suddenly stopping and letting go of her phone, making you groan. You’ve been watching random shit in her phone for hours, trying to keep her busy from reading you. “Nothing” your hands move unconsciously tighter around her, pressing the side of her stomach and making you feel the small laugh that your very fake ‘nothing’ had elicited in her.

“You’ve been zoning out, I thought you wanted to sleep but you’re clearly not tired, so” she let go of you, slowly readjusting herself on the bed so that she could properly rest her back on the headboard “what is it? Mhm?”

“It’s something sex related, you know it’s all awkward f’ me el” you shifted your eyes towards her half leaded ones, furrowing at her corky smile “see? you’re already laughing at me and I-“ your voices overlapped, making you stop talking first “You gotta find yourself a boy or girl or whatever. If you keep hoping for the one worth your body then you’re gonna fucking lose your mind” little does she know, you thought, laughing at her comment and motioning your hand as in a silent ‘forget it’

“I mean it” Ellie spoke again, clearly determined to make you speak “It’s your fault, maybe if you stopped telling me every detail of all the girls you ‘relieve stress’ with then I would keep being an innocent girl” you positioned your hands together, as if you were praying. Now sitting in front of her.

You stopped the moment she hit your arm, rolling your eyes “You have no innocence in your body, you’ve always been a fucking mess, specially with people” before you could say anything about it she spoke again “Tell me, you know I don’t care” she shrugged her shoulders, making a small pout. She looked particularly pretty today.

“Did you do something today? y’ look different” Ellie rolled her eyes, letting out a exaggerated groan “eyeliner maybe, now stop avoiding and tell me about whatever wet dream you had now” yup, there she was, best friend that knows everything. And the stupid friend that besides being people pleaser knows shit about lying.

“I fucking hate you” a pillow thrown by you made her open her eyes again, chuckling at how obvious you were. “remember what you told me the weekend? I dreamt about it… but you were there and it felt wrong” you mumbled the last words, audible enough for Ellie to understand. She didn’t care, neither did you, well, you tried not to care much. But your body reacted before your mind would let you do anything so you felt already sweating and practically burning. And again, she knew and she noticed, but didn’t care.

“Why? didn’t I fuck you good enough? I’m not worth your body either?” Ellie’s characteristic sheepish smile formed on her face as she got closer to you, leaning on her elbows and tilting her head, mocking you. “I’m not gonna give you details, I’m just saying I feel wrong… it doesn’t mean anything but-“ “it means something, don’t be a pussy and accept you might feel like fucking your best friend”

Hearing the words out loud was less frightening than you would expect, maybe it was Ellie’s voice but the idea wasn’t as disgusting as you felt it was. Not wrong either.

“Stop it, alright? you know I would never” her eyes felt like they were piercing your body, like they could read your mind, like she could eat you alive any moment. And the closer she moved to you the more stupid you felt “Ellie, please” you tried pushing her away once she was practically on top of you, she was playing of course, and she would stop. “You seem to like it, tell me what you dreamt of, Mhm?” Or maybe she meant it this time.

You weren’t sure what to do or say, she’s never played like this with you, and you’ve never even kissed anyone. Yet before you could try anything she laughed. Her hands were pressed on top of yours, sinking in the mattress along your bodies. And her face was so close to yours her mocking laugh brushed your cheeks. You were craving her now.

She let go of you, resting her body against the headboard again and shifting her eyes towards the sides of the bed, looking for an empty space on the wooden tables to place her phone. “Come here” her hands patted her lap, spreading her legs to make some space for you.

And so you did, crawling to her lap and sitting comfortably on it, positioning your legs in between hers. Ellie’s hands slowly cupped your face “I’m doing my job as a friend, this doesn’t count if you don’t want it too, yeah?” a small laugh brushed her lips, mocking your noticeable lost eyes that were wandering all over her face, from her eyes to her lips as she spoke.

She’d made a mess out of you already, without even touching you. But her tenderness, her voice, her body, the way she felt snd smell, everything had a specific effect on you that had been hiding for a long while. It was like drinking for the first time.

Her lips pressed on yours, it was a tender kiss, sweet and gentle. It didn’t last long “it’s okay, it’s only natural baby” her hands moved from your face to your thighs, caressing every inch of them in the most delicate way ever. Nothing you could ever imagine on your own.

So you kissed her again, now with an idea of what to do but letting her guide your every moves. Her tongue eventually got involved as well, dancing with yours and filling your mouth with the most delicious motions ever. Again, nothing you could ever imagine in your own.

You could feel the heat and wetness increase in between your legs, ashamed for getting like this so fast but too focused on Ellie’s body to actually care. She purposely lifted the leg you were sitting on, shaking it the moment she felt her knee against your cunt. “You can move… it’s alright” she mumbled in between kisses, leading your waist with her hands so you could grind on her.

You knew what she liked, based on everything she’d told you before, so you did what you could, moaning on her mouth as she liked it, and letting her guide you as well. You added pressure on your own, riding her leg practically, gently jumping on it whenever you felt like you needed more.

“Yeah, just like that baby. You’re doing so good” her hands tucked your dress on your panties, right above your waist so you could move freely. Then she pushed you closer, making you rest your head on her neck. And you took the chance to do something you’ve dreamt of, tasting it and leaving marks on it along wet kisses that kept making her as wet as you.

You could hear her small whines in your ear every time your kisses an grinding combined, she could cum just by your touch, and so could you. But what was the fun in that?

“What did you dream?” her hands moved back to your ass, guiding it over her thigh, slowly. “Uhm…f-fuck” you couldn’t speak properly, too focused on the sensation “your fingers” you managed to say. It was pathetic for both, to be enjoying this so much. It didn’t feel right, but it didn’t count right?

“That all?” you shocked your head, feeling a knot of pleasure forming on your stomach and your legs getting weaker at every movement Ellie guide your body to do. “I was…on my knees” too shy to say the words out loud you gulped, hoping she’d understand “yeah? what happened first?” The grip on you tightened the moment she noticed you getting closer to your climax, making every move painfully slower “Y-Your fingers… please”

“What a good girl, already begging” her hands grabbed your waist, tight enough to make you stop “take it off, I need to see you whole or I won’t do anything” she gripped your dress as she spoke, pulling the hem of it. You hesitated before doing it, this was new for you, and for the first time ever you felt genuinely innocent with her, so dumb and ashamed of yourself.

Her lips took you out of trance, pressing them on your temple and murmuring something in between “it’s okay” kiss “you can” kiss “trust me” kiss “please baby, just let me see you” and now her eyes were in front of yours, she knew how to use the puppy eyes. You nodded, feeling Ellie’s hands slowly move to the back of your dress, unsipping it.

You stood on your knees, in between Ellie’s legs. You could feel your dress loosening as you heard the zip lowering down your body until it stopped at your lower back. You helped Ellie remove it, raising your arms so she could finally take it off, revealing your bare chest immediately, accompanied by your panties, that were removed as well.

Being completely naked in front of Ellie felt right, it didn’t count, this whole experience. But how you wish it did. The way her excitement is revealed by her eyes, wandering all over you and taking note of every mole, mark, anything that’s in your body and it’s usually unnoticed. Her eyes, her freckles, her hair, her touch and voice, all so gentle yet so hungry. She’s starving already, and you adore that.

Her breathing became erratic as how inviting you looked, she needed to touch you, to hear you and savour you whole.

Ellie tapped the sides of your waist, pushing you carefully and somehow not breaking eye contact. She need you but couldn’t get you as she wanted in her current position, so once she got you sitting in front of her, patiently waiting, she started to take her clothes off.

Being at her house, with you, she wasn’t wearing more than a hoodie she’s probably been wearing for days already. and her usual pair of boxers, already drenched under some black shorts. Ellie was quickly, motioning her hand once she finished so you could sit on her lap again.

You obeyed, sitting on her and waiting for her to instruct your movements again. Both her index and middle finger brushed your lips. You looked at her, furrowing your brows a little “open” Ellie murmured, opening her own mouth as well.

She slowly introduced them inside your mouth, unconsciously smiling at the pretty image in front of her. You took them in, brushing them with your tongue and covering them with your saliva. They moved in and out of your mouth, slowly. “good girl”

Her free hand was resting on your thigh, making small circles near your hip bone with her thumb. You wanted to move, you needed it, but the fear of making a mistake was bigger, it wouldn’t count though, but something inside you felt like it might.

Her fingers came out of your mouth, you noticed the string of saliva connecting them with your lips, letting out your tongue one las time to cut it. “You’re being so good f’ me baby” her voice came out slightly husky, breathing brushing your lips as she spoke.

Her hand trailed down your body until it came to your clit, massaging it painfully slowly and making you sigh in pleasure. She started slow, making small circles on it as her mouth kept occupied by your hardened nipples, her eyes kept fixated on you as she did her every move.

You tried pressing yourself on her, delicately coordinating your body to her motions and rubbing yourself against her fingers.

Her fingers stopped moving on your clit suddenly, moving now up and down your folds until she decided to finally let you have what you wanted, teasing your arousal by pressing the tip of her fingers right above it.

“Ellie…” you whimpered, desperately pressing yourself again her fingers. A ‘pop’ made you look down, realizing how badly she’d been covering both of your breasts with saliva “what baby?” her chin pressed in between them, looking straight into your eyes “I need you, I want you to fuck me” you begged, tightening your fists besides each side of your body, fully desperate “please”

“So pretty…asking for me” Ellie nodded, bringing your face closer to her as her fingers made their way inside you, motioning in and out of your aching cunt. She started slow and gentle, caressing your back until she heard those pretty moans you let out, and her name in small whimpers.

So she did it faster. And you did your job too, riding her fingers at some point eventually, the way they curved inside you, her knuckles hitting the outside of your cunt whenever she did it too hard and how deliciously she kept on rubbing your clit with her thumb. It was impossible for you to keep immobile.

“El, fuck…gonna cum” her smile widened, moving her face to your neck and leaving a tail of wet kisses on it, she murmured a ‘yeah?’ to which you nodded desperately, both increasing its movements until the pleasure became overwhelming, making you press you whole weight on Ellie as you got to your climax. Covering her whole hand in your juices.

“You made a mess pretty girl, mind me helping?” her fingers kept on moving some seconds after you came, abruptly removing them, eliciting a small whimper out of your lips.

You could feel your inner thighs covered in wet, she tried cleaning some of it with the rest of your thighs before moving her hand up your face again. You already knew what to do, licking them and flavoring your own taste.

She moved her face closer to yours as well, removing her fingers out of your mouth once you licked your juices off and pressing her lips on yours one last time “gotta clean you, yeah? you did good, just rest babe”

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Not sure if this is enough to go off of but I loved the poly!poolverine fic where they rescued the reader. I was wondering if we could get some more of them being protective of the reader 🙏🏻

The bar is pretty crowded tonight. You nurse a rum and coke and hope Logan and Wade are able to find you in the corner booth you managed to snag, because you know the second you go to order another some opportunistic patrons will take your spot - and you’ve been on your feet all day at work so there’s no way in hell you’ll let that happen.

You take a sip. It’s warm now, ice long since melted in the heat of the room. You grimace at the taste as someone slides onto the bench next to you. 

It is not one of your boys. 

“Hey, baby.”

He’s big. Kinda guy who goes to the gym every day big, which isn’t inherently bad - but from the way he uses his size to press up against you there’s a little bit of unease rising in your chest. He puts his elbow on the table so that he can rest his jaw in his hand, biceps flexing in the tight shirt he wears. 

“I’m waiting for someone,” you say, as calmly as you can, hoping this will deter him. It does not. 

“So? We can have a little talk, can’t we? Not hurting anybody.”

His hand goes to cover yours where it rests on the table. You snatch it back. He frowns. 

“Dunno who you’re waiting for, but they probably shouldn’t have left you here alone. Looks like they don’t care about you, honey.”

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, annoyed, deciding it’s not worth it. He won’t go so you will. You slide out the free side of the booth - but you’re forced to stop when he grabs your wrist. 

“I wasn’t done talking to you yet,” he says. Okay. Now you’re panicking. You manage to shake yourself free of his grasp and quickly push through the throng of people, hoping to lose him in the crowd. No such luck. He knows where you’re heading. 

The air is cold on the street as you speed up; not running, never running, that might incite a chase. He’s on your heels anyway. 

“Hey, are you just gonna keep ignoring me?”

“I told you I’m not interested!”

He grabs you again, harder this time. A grip you can’t break free from. 

“You know, you should learn not to be such a bitch —”

“Oh! Isn’t this fun! Sorry to interrupt this little show of misogyny in action but it’d be great if you could let go of our pookie.”

You’ve never been more relieved to hear Wade’s voice. Suddenly you’ve got someone either side of you: the brick which is Logan on your left, and the snark which is Wade on your right. 

The guy who’s holding you does not drop your arm. He frowns. 

“Who the fuck are you?”

“They’re who I was waiting for,” you say quickly, as if this will deter him. The man laughs, loudly, cruelly.

“Sorry, you’re in some kinda threesome with this old fucker and whatever this dude is? Fuck, honey, you really need someone to show you what a real man—”

He does not get a chance to finish. Logan’s fist has collided with his face with such ferocity you can hear his nose break. The man yelps and staggers backwards, you bring your hand to your chest for safety. 

“Should’ve let go, bub,” he mutters, massaging his knuckles. Wade deflates. 

“Aw, I wanted to get the first hit in!” He peers over at where the guy is laid out flat. “Go on, get back up. If I don’t throw a punch it emasculates me, and I’m very sensitive about it.”

You roll your eyes, tugging at his sleeve. 

“Let’s just go, guys. I don’t think he’s gonna follow us.”

“One sec.”

Wade strolls over and puts his boot on the guy’s chest, pushing down until he’s wheezing.

“You wanna apologise?”

The guy groans out a sorry, and you give a curt nod when Wade turns to see if you’ve accepted it.

“Don’t do this bullshit again, with anyone, or I’m gonna find you, rip your dick off, then feed it to my adorable, hideous dog.”

They cage in around you as your turn, two loyal hounds at your beck and call. You throw a couple of glances over your shoulder as you leave but it’s as you suspected: the guy remains on the cold concrete. When you’re far enough away to feel safe they slow to a stop. 

“You okay?” Logan asks, lifting your chin with a finger so that he can get a good look at you. You nod. 

“Yeah. Thanks for being there in time.”

“I’m sorry baby, we should have got here earlier, but peanut here tore a guy’s arm off so we had to go and clean up first—”

“Oh god, stop,” you say, pulling a face. You don’t want to know about their line of work, very happy for the business and personal life gulf to be a wide one. “Let’s go get some pizza and head home.”

“Anything you want,” says Logan, squeezing your hand. 

Anything where you’re between them is what you want. Safe and happy, they’ll make sure you’re both.