#but the way this made me stomp on my kitchen floor when i read it

[moraxsthrone]

I just read your latest smut and omfg I don’t think I’ve ever read anything better like you genuinely write the best smut I’ve ever read and I’ve read fucking everything 😭😭 good luck w C2 kaeya!!! He’ll come, I’m sure of it!!! I’m in awe of your talent and your way with words!

YOU STOP RIGHT NOTW OWMGGGG I'M CRYING SCREAMING PUNCHING MY DESK EATING MY KEYBOARD

no but frfr omg this...this right here is what keeps me going y'all. i fucking love writing and i would do it anyway, but this is the type of shit that makes me run to my drafts like

and thank you! i'm keeping the faith. COME HOME, KAEYA, I MISS LOVE NEED YOU BAE!!

[persevereforahappyending]

Luck Runs Out |'I Love You'|

Pairing: Mabel x Reader

Summary: When your luck runs out you unknowingly drag Mabel back into the life, she's so desperate to escape.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.9k+

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Epilogue

Mabel sat on her couch; her legs crossed as she scribbled down stuff in her notebook. She glanced up every few seconds to read from her laptop, which was propped up on the coffee table. She was making sure to copy down only the important information. Her grades were fine, they had been since she started, she was still anxious about falling behind, it didn’t seem like she’d ever stop feeling that way.

Mabel bit her lip, trying to keep herself from smiling when she heard her door creaking open. “Haven’t you learned you should lock this?” You asked.

Mabel leaned back, looking up from her notebook to see you standing in the doorway. You dropped your bag on the floor by the kitchen table as you made your way over to her. You rested your hand on the arm of the couch as you leaned down, seeming to intend on giving her a kiss. Mabel was quick to lean away from you, only laughing at the frown on your face.

“You didn’t miss me?” You pouted.

“I did,” Mabel said. You tried leaning in again, but Mabel was quick to put her hand up, gently resting it on your chest to stop you. “You know the rules.”

You let out a dramatic sigh and stomped your way over to the bathroom. “Sorry for missing my girlfriend and just wanting to give her a kiss!” You shouted before closing the bathroom door.

“Sorry you smell after weeks on a fishing boat!” Mabel called back. You didn’t say anything, but she knew you heard her, she could picture you standing in front of the mirror, mimicking her as you got ready to jump in the shower.

You had been gone for three weeks on a job with the guys. You seemed to really be enjoying it and got along with all the guys, even Charlie seemed to fully warm up to you. You always smelled like fish after you came home though, the first time you came back from a job Mabel had refused to kiss you because the smell was so bad. She hadn’t had to worry about that with Charlie because most of the time she didn’t see him until after he had showered, but you always came right to her place as soon as you docked.

Mabel was thrilled to have you back, she truly did miss you like crazy. She couldn’t lie though; she enjoyed the peace without you. You were great, you had been great since she met you, you made sure to spend time with her when you were home and made sure to take her out to do something at least once during the week. She just got so much done when you weren’t home, you were very good at distracting her, and when you were on a job, she could actually finish her schoolwork early and get a head start on other things.

After you were thoroughly clean and smelled of only Mabel’s soap you finally exited the bathroom, instantly plopping yourself down on the couch next to Mabel. Mabel looked at you, seeing you with your body turned towards her and your head resting on the back of the couch as you just watched her. Mabel tossed her notebook and pen on the table next to her laptop and laid back, mirroring your position.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi,” she whispered back. She flicked her gaze from your eyes to your lips and back, but you were still just watching her. “What are you waiting for?”

You smiled before leaning in. Mabel was quick to meet your lips, as if on instinct she grabbed the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. When she finally broke the kiss the two of you went back to your same position, just looking at each other. Mabel gently ran her hands through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp until you slowly closed your eyes. Whenever you got home after a job you showered, gave Mabel her kiss, and then passed out somewhere. Most of the time it was on the couch, like now, as Mabel did her schoolwork.

The rest of the week went by like it always did when you were home. Mabel would go to class, come home and do her homework, you’d spend the day working on your boat, and then at night you’d come home, if Mabel didn’t have to come get you, and the two of you would have dinner together. Mabel wasn’t sure how you did it, your schedule was already crazy, then when you were home, you were working on the sailboat you got from sunrise to sunset, and yet you still made time for Mabel, you still somehow surprised her, taking her on little dates or just taking her to experience something new in general.

You had enough money to buy a brand-new sailboat, but you went with a fixer upper. Mabel wasn’t sure why you’d want to spend time working on a boat instead of sailing on it, but you said you wanted it to be fully yours. Mabel was with you when you bought it from the guy, it was practically love at first sight and you spent most of your time with the thing, painting it and changing certain things out to something new. Mabel admired the commitment; she might have thought it would be easier to just buy a new one, but she understood your desire to basically get one that needed work so you could do whatever you wanted to it and make it exactly how you wanted.

Finally at the end of the week Mabel burst through the door, tossing her bag onto the kitchen table before walking straight to her bed and flopping down face first. It felt like she had just closed her eyes when you burst through the door. You were either in a rush or excited based on the sound of the door flying back and smacking the wall.

“Great!” you said. Excited, you were definitely excited about something. “You’re home!” Mabel only let out a groan, you might have been excited, but she was tired. “I have a surprise!”

“Is it a nap?” Mabel asked, her voice getting muffled by the mattress as she was too tired to even lift her head.

You didn’t answer her, but Mabel heard you shuffled around then she felt the bed dip next to her. She managed to turn her head so she could look up at you. You had one hand rested on the mattress and you leaned back, her sleepiness not seeming to deter your excitement in the slightest.

“What?” Mabel asked softly. As tired as she was, she didn’t want to be grumpy because you were clearly very excited about something. The last time you had come into the apartment that happy was when you bought the boat.

“Rest,” you whispered, gently brushing a few strands of hair out of the way that had fallen across her face. Mabel opened her mouth to argue but you shushed her. “Take a nap and then I’ll show you.”

“Are you sure?” She mumbled, already closing her eyes.

“It’ll be better at night anyway.” That was the last thing Mable heard before she let sleep take her.

Mabel wasn’t sure how long she was out but when she woke up, she felt much more well rested. She rolled over, furrowing her brow when her face went into a pillow. She sat up and through her sleep filled eyes she could see you had shifted her, so she was properly laying on the bed and you even tossed a blanket over her. When she finally rubbed all the sleep out of her eyes, she finally saw you sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background as you scrolled through stuff on your laptop.

“Hey,” she rasped out. She quickly slipped out of the bed and went to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

“Morning,” you said with a teasing tone. “How was your nap?”

“Very needed,” Mabel mumbled as she made her way over to you. She sat her glass on the coffee table then curled up on the couch, burying her head in your neck as she snuggled into your side. She felt, more than heard you chuckle, moving your body to get more comfortable. “Thank you,” she mumbled into your neck.

“Any time,” you whispered. “Are you up for a surprise?” Mabel lifted her head off you but didn’t get out of your space, if you turned your head a little to the right, she would barely have to lean up to steal a kiss. “If not, we can do it tomorrow.”

There was a part of Mabel that wanted to say yes to pushing it to tomorrow. She didn’t know what you had planned and even though her nap was much needed, she could still pass out again in an instant. You were clearly excited about whatever it was you wanted to show her though and she didn’t want to disappoint you, besides she was intrigued by what could have possibly made you so happy.

“Just let me change and we can go,” she said.

You turned your head and gave her a quick kiss. She didn’t miss the way your eyes lit up. She quickly removed herself from your side and got changed. She was pulling down her shirt when she paused and turned back to you. “Does your surprise have a dress code?” She asked.

“Nope!” You said, smiling happily. “Just dress comfortably.” Mabel nodded and continued getting dressed. “Oh, you might want a hoodie as well.” Mabel glanced back at you, narrowing her eyes but you were focused on your laptop again.

When Mabel was all done, she tried to offer to drive the two of you wherever you wanted to go but you refused and begged for her keys. Mabel was beginning to wonder why you didn’t just buy your own car, she didn’t know why they always had to use hers when you always insisted on driving. Mabel handed over her keys though and opted to watch out the window in hopes of figuring out where you were taking her.

Mabel furrowed her brow when you continued to make familiar turns, heading in a direction she had been hundreds of times. “We’re going towards the docks?” she said slowly, though it came out more like a question. You remained silent but Mabel caught the slight smirk on your face.

Mabel couldn’t help but glance at you every few seconds, you weren’t saying anything. You parked the car and ran over to open her door, all without saying a word. She let you take hold of her hand and lead her down to the docks. The more boats you passed Mabel could practically feel you buzzing, if she wasn’t holding your hand, she could picture you running down the dock and jumping up and down.

You finally came to a stop in front of a boat, letting go of Mabel’s hand so she could step forward. She could see you bouncing up and down on your feet as she stood before the boat. She looked up at it, it was nice, in amazing condition. She narrowed her eyes at the name and that’s when it clicked. “You got it in the water?” she asked, spinning around to see her smile matched yours.

You quickly nodded your head up and down and grabbed onto her hand again. “I’m going to change the name,” you said. “But for now she’s officially seaworthy!” You gestured wide at the boat, not letting go of Mabel’s hand in the process. “I’ve already taken her out and she runs smooth,” you smiled up at the boat. “But I wanted to take you out, we can make it a little date?”  You looked down at your feet suddenly getting shy.

Mabel tilted your chin up with her finger and pulled you into a long kiss, she could feel you instantly smiling into it. “Aren’t you going to show me aboard, Captain?” She whispered against your lips when she pulled away.

“Let’s go!” You tightened your grip and dragged her down the dock to board the boat.

You quickly showed Mabel the entire boat. It was a quick tour because it was big enough for only one person to sail it if needed, but it had been a while since she had seen the thing. When she last saw it, it was still a dirty off-white color, all the benches and cabinets were torn out, and most importantly it was not in the water. Everything was put back together now though; the boat was a pristine white with a blue stripe running along it.

After showing off everything Mabel stayed by your side as you backed the boat out of the harbor. She couldn’t help but smile at how weird it felt having the boat moving under her feet. She had never been on a sailboat before, she’d only ever heard your talking about them. She watched how concentrated you got as you turned the wheel, steering the boat in the direction you wanted to go. You took the boat far enough out that when she squinted Mabel could still see the lights of the dock. You dropped the anchor, and Mabel was even more curious as to what your plan was, though she was definitely enjoying it.

“I made us a little picnic,” you said. You climbed down into the boat and a moment later came back up with a little picnic basket.

With one hand you held the basket while the other took Mabel’s once again. She followed you, watching your feet as she carefully stepped where you did. You led her to the deck in the front of the boat. It wasn’t that most ideal place to sit, there were actual seats inside and back by the wheel, but for some reason you wanted to sit at the front. You sat the basket down and grabbed the blanket tucked between the handles before laying it out.

Mabel followed your lead and took a seat on the blanket. It was dark out, but the moon and stars lit up the sky enough that the two of you could see what you were doing. You reached into the basket and pulled out two bottles of soda and she happily took one of them from you. You reached in again and pulled out two sandwiches wrapped in plastic. Mabel happily took the one you held out to her, as soon as she unwrapped it, she knew you had made her favorite.

���When did you do all this?” She asked. It was relatively simple looking, but it was clear you had thought everything through, this didn’t seem to be something you planned in one day.

“While you were sleeping,” you admitted shyly. “‘Made the sandwich’s, got everything in the basket, brought the basket here, came back. All while you were still sleeping.”

“I was tired!” Mabel defended, playfully slapping you on the arm before taking a bite of her sandwich.

You just chuckled and ate your own sandwich. The two of you sat in silence, looking out at the ocean. Mabel had to admit, it was pretty nice, the ocean was truly beautiful even at night, even the way the ship swayed didn’t bother her. When the two of you were all done you put the basket to the side and laid back, Mabel followed your lead and the two of you looked up at the stars. It was slightly uncomfortable since people weren’t meant to be lying on that part of the boat, but it was still somehow perfect.

Mabel had a small smile on her face as she stared up at the stars, she had never been able to see them so clearly. Living in the city, even a small town, meant the stars weren’t as visible, she had never seen so many scattered across the sky. She turned to steal a glance at you when she noticed you were already staring at her.

“What?” she asked with a light chuckle.

You gave a little shrug. Your eyes flicked down, away from her face as if you were afraid of what she might see. She looked down when she saw the blanket moving, seeing you picking at the fabric. It wasn’t often you got all shy on her, you were usually annoyingly confident.

You flicked your gaze back to here and the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes. “I love you,” you whispered. Mabel’s entire body froze, she wasn’t sure if you started rambling because you noticed or because you were just so nervous. “You don’t have to say it back, I don’t expect it, no pressure. I just-”

Mabel cut you off with a kiss. She rolled over so she was practically laying on top of you. She made the kiss long and drawn out, trying to express how okay she was with what you said. When she finally broke the kiss, she looked down at you, seeing you wear that goofy grin you always had after she kissed you. “I love you too,” she whispered, before leaning down to connect your lips again.

She lost track of time after that; she had no idea how long she ended up kissing you. When she was finally satisfied, she scooted closer to you, making sure her body was pressed again yours. You wrapped your arm around her, pulling her closer. She rested her head on your chest as the two of you went back to staring up at the stars, both of you sporting matching smiles.

[lowkeyremi]

When you deny them a kiss <3 ft. Tsukki, Kyotani, Komori, and Semi

CW: Tsukki and Kyotani are a lil bit aggressive but it’s the loving kind so dw 😌 (implied fem reader)

Tsukishima Kei

“Kei! I’m going shopping with friends!” You yell slipping your shoes on to leave. Your boyfriend shows up out of nowhere.

“When will you be back?” He practically whines and it makes you giggle. His footsteps are quiet as he walks up to hug you. “It won’t be that long maybe two hours?”

He pouts at that. (UGH I LOVE CLINGY TSUKKI)

“Okay… don’t be gone too long.” He goes to kiss your forehead and you lean back. Simply just because you wanted to see how he’d react.

He frowns, why didn’t you let him give you a goodbye kiss?

“If I don’t get to kiss you then you won’t go.” He hoists you up and you wrap your legs around his waist so you don’t fall.

“Kei! It was a joke! I just wanted to see how you’d react.” You quickly peck his lips and he decides it isn’t enough. He grabs your face (gently) and pulls you into a deep kiss.

Once you two are out of breath you break the kiss and he smiles at you all hazy, “‘kay now you can go.”

“You are so needy.” You roll your eyes playful at him.

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Kyotani Kentaro:

He sat at the table with you reading the monthly volleyball magazine. You were finishing up some work on your laptop that has been weighing you down for awhile. Kyotani lets out a grunt and your eyebrow quirks. "What's up with you?"

He grunts again like he's upset you don't already know why he's upset. "You haven't given me a kiss at all within the last 24 hours." He explains with complaint laced in his voice. You shut your laptop and walk toward your kitchen to get a snack.

"I'm trying to finish my paper, Ken. I've waited too long to do it and it's due tomorrow." The fridge air chills your skin causing goosebumps to form. Your eyes scan the fridge wondering what you should get for a snack. "Should I make those Pillsbury cinnamon rolls or just eat the mac n cheese I made yesterday?" You ask him and you're met by silence. He must be pissed if he's not answering. "You want hamima chicken?" You ask trying to lure him into your trap. "Not falling for it. I want a kiss." He argues.

A sigh escapes your lips, because you know if you end up kissing him it could turn into more and you need your focus to finish this paper. "When I'm done with my paper we can kiss all you want." Usually your persuasion would work but Kyotani seemed to not be falling for it.

The oak chair legs squeak on the floor when Kyotani gets up from the chair. He stomps over to you, spins you around, and plants his lips onto yours, hard. His tongue swipes your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let him in.

You had to push him away when his hands started wandering down to your waist. "Later... I promise." You assure him and he smirks at you. "You better keep that promise." Your boyfriend squeezes you in a hug and you squeeze back.

"Love you, Ken." The soft confession slips from your lips. His face is buried in your neck and he mumbles, "Love you too, beautiful."

——————

Komori Motoya:

His head was in your lap because the two of you were watching a movie together like you always did on Friday evenings. The little shit known as your boyfriend lifted his head to look at you, there was that mischievous smile on his face.

"I did some research on how to french." he wiggles his eyebrows and you let out a soft chuckle.

"'Toya that's so random." you mention softly, the movie continued and you want to pause it because this was the movie you've waited months to see.

"Is not! The couple in the movie just kissed." He reasons and you remind him that they aren't even together yet. This seemed like your way of denying him a kiss, but he wasn't giving up just yet. This is the same man that intially tried to get the Sakusa Kiyoomi to date someone and after years of trying his efforts paid off.

"C'mon please? We haven't even kissed with tongue yet." he begs and you are relentless tonight.

"What about that time after prom when we were drunk because someone spiked the punch?" you ask without taking your eyes off the tv. You and Komori have been an icon for quite some time now. Kiyoomi kept telling him to break up w you because an athlete/college student relationship wouldn't work out.

You two stayed strong even in times of trouble. And here you guys are today, its not always rainbows and butterflies but it works. It gets hard when Komori isn't around to comfort you.

"That does not count as a real kiss with tongue, neither of us knew what the hell we were doing." He huffs and you smile.

"You can french me when the movie's over, I've really been looking forward to this one." Your words seem to be suffice because his head finds your lap again and you unconsciously massage his scalp.

As soon as the credits roll he's on top of you and the smirk that lands on your face makes him wanna kiss it off.

"You're so pretty, honey bun." he says.

"Just kiss me already." You don't have to tell him twice. His lips ghost over yours and he leans in so your lips meet. He always thought it was cute how your lips were slightly chapped. (can we normalize/romanticize chapped lips or is that a no no 😭)

His tongue slipped into your mouth and you happily obliged opening your mouth for him. The kiss lasted a little longer than you expected the only reason you pulled away was to breath.

"I'll always get what i want, be it a kiss or the pretty girl in front of me." he says confidently.

You smirk and shake your head, "you are such a little brat sometimes."

"Your little brat," he adds.

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Semi Eita:

"Mhm, that works.. uh-huh thank you so much. Okay, take care." Semi hung up the phone and turned to you where you were playing on the ps4.

"I'm done with work for today, do you wanna watch a movie?" He asks standing up from his desk and taking a few seconds to stretch. It's surprising his legs aren't cramping due to sitting for so long.

"Yeah, let me finish this up real quick." He smiles at how concentrated you look playing the game.

"Alright, I'll go get movie snacks," he informs and moves to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. You lean away from his inviting presence. "Not right now, Eita. I'm really close to beating this level."

Instead of voicing his opinion on the matter he walked out. Guilt pooled at your stomach as he walked out of your shared office room.

Once your level was finished you made sure to put everything back in its place and turn off everything.

You'd been waiting all day to embrace your boyfriend which made the anticipation even higher. Upon reaching the living room you see your boyfriend cuddling and kissing your puppy on her head.

He noticed you, "since my girlfriend won't kiss me, I have to give kisses to the best girl in the whole world."

Your puppy seemed to understand him in some type of way and she wagged her little tail.

"Eita, you've been denying me kisses all day, it was a taste of your own medicine!" You explain walking over to give him a quick peck.

"I want more than a little peck." A smirk grows on his face.

His lips capture yours and you feel the same spark you felt during your first kiss. His hands start to roam but not for long because your little girl starts barking and trying to tear you guys apart.

"Jealous, much?" Semi asks the puppy which makes you giggle.

[loveshotzz]

Big Boss

older!steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve’s had a stressful day at work, you know just how to help.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: 18 +porn with little plot, we’re just giving our favorite daddy some sloppy toppy. oral (m receiving), dirty talk.

authors note: this is just a little fun blurb in the colors univserse but could be read as a stand alone. Had to finish this as a joe keery day gift to you. inspired by this post . thank you @pastel-pillows for always being so filthy in my asks and every single one of you for always being horny for our favorite boy with me.

Steve was stressed, you could tell by the way he only came out of his office once to refill his coffee mug instead the half dozen times he’d found excuses for your first two days here. Finally reappearing again when the clock struck 4pm, his bare feet pad with force against the plush cream carpet of his living room where you sit lounged out on the contrasting dark brown leather couch. A guest. Scratching his peppered scruff with deft nails he grumbles a “Hey honey” giving you a chaste kiss on that top of the head before running a clearly frustrated hand through his already messy hair stomping off to the kitchen.

Despite the itching feeling to go check on him, you decide to give him space. This was unchartered territory. You try to refocus on the passage of the book you’d left off on before he appeared, avoiding the picture of Jenny hanging on the wall that always seemed to catch your line of sight.

The pop of a cork being pulled makes you jump, the hollow noise echoing through the hall before the clink of glass signals he's pouring wine. You wonder if it’s the same as last night, cheeks heating up at the thought of the way he had you cumming on his tongue in the middle of dinner last night. The flush of the red wine made him insatiable, even though he said it was just you.

Biting your lip into a smile, warmth floods your stomach as you press your thighs together, your body already needing more and he’s not even touching you. Not yet. Closing your book with a sigh of defeat you glance towards the kitchen. Steve’s back is to you as he leans against the island, the black cotton of his shirt stretches over his shoulder blades when he lifts the glass to his lips, downing its contents in one gulp before pouring himself another one.

“You gonna save some for me baby?” The nickname you give him is new, but you say it so sweet it makes his muscles relax at the sound of your voice. You wonder if he’s smiling like you are.

He huffs out a tired laugh pushing off the counter to grab another glass before finally turning around to face you. The smile you’d hoped was there doesn’t disappoint as his hazel eyes meet yours through the thin rims of his glasses. Grabbing the bottle with his free hand, the wet spot in the lace you wore just for him grows when it looks small in his grasp.

“Got plenty saved for you.” He grins at his own joke making his way over as your gaze drops to his loose fitting worn jeans. They look like they’ve been in his possession for years, hanging low on his waist, you get a peek of the happy trail leading to what you’d hope to get to soon.

You uncurl your legs from under you, the small yoga shorts you have on leaving little to the imagination as your toes hit the floor. He steps confidentially between your spread legs, the spark that had been missing from his eyes returning as he towers over you.

“I know you do.” Your fingers gran at the denim on either side of his thighs using them as leverage to pull yourself to the edge of the couch, quirking an eyebrow with a knowing smirk when his pants start to strain.

He holds out your empty glass for you to take, fingertips brushing yours on purpose when you grab it. The intensity of his gaze has you squirming as he holds your eyes, filling the ruby liquid half way. He sets the bottle down on the end table when he’s done, not moving an inch from your space.

Taking a sip, the bitter fruit hits your tongue making you remember it tastes much better on his. Running a bold hand up his thigh, you hook a finger through his belt loop tugging gently.

“What’s got you so stressed?”

His face softens at your question, fingers reaching out to tuck a fly away hair behind your ear. Soft tips tracing the shell, sending goosebumps across your skin.

“Just a long day, nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.” Running his knuckles across your cheek bone, his lips twitch when you lean into his touch. Already putty in his hands.

“Let me help you relax?” Your words are soft when you look up at him, and the green specks in his eyes turning black.

“You wanna help me relax? How are you gonna do that baby?” The pad of his thumb swipes against your bottom lip when he asks. His jeans tighten even more when your tongue comes out to collect the salt from his skin.

“I’ve got a few ideas in mind, but I need you to sit down first.” your cheshire grin gives away your intentions and he gladly listens.

Standing up when he sits down, his eyes stay on the curves of your body. He watches you intently as you polish off your glass like he’d done in the kitchen before setting it down. Your cheeks heat up from the wine and his stare, getting his full attention like this always makes you bold.

You run your hands over all his favorite dips, the softness of your hips, finger tips catching the hem of his old shirt you’d thrown on lazily after your shower together this morning, teasing just a peek of the skin underneath. Leaning his head back against the cushions of the couch, you enjoy the way he greedily drinks you in.

“This looks an awful lot like teasing me honey.” There’s a playful edge to his voice despite how hungry he looks.

Giggling when you drop to your knees, it only makes his smile grow, pearly whites showing through his pink lips.

“I promise, that’s not my intention. Mr Harrington.” Practically purring his last name, his eyes roll in the back of his head at the sound of it. A low groan rumbling out of his chest when your hands start to wander up his legs, squeezing the muscles of his thighs under the layer of denim in your way. You needed it gone.

The bulge in his pants is intimidating when your fingers brush against the zipper, a low hiss slipping out from between his clenched teeth.

“You gonna let me take care of you?” you look up at him from under your lashes as you find the button of his jeans. Nodding, his pupils take over any color left in his eyes when you pop it open with ease.

“Need it baby.” He sighs when you start working at the zipper, lifting his hips for you so his pants pool at his ankles.

You’re more than happy to find he’s opted out of underwear when his cock springs free smacking hard against the dark happy trail covering his stomach. Precum already leaks from its pretty pink tip and it kicks up when the heat of your breath fans over the sensitive skin. You’ll never get over how big he is, always challenging yourself to take him deeper than the last time even if it left your throat bruised in the process.

The carpet is rough against your knees as you scoot closer, wasting no time to take him in your hands. Your fingers are barely able to wrap around the girth of him as you lick a long flat stripe up the underside. The tip of your tongue tracing the large vein protruding and it makes him exhale a loud breath you didn’t know he was even holding.

“Shit, honey.”

You do it again with a little more mess, spit coating your lips before sucking gently at his sensitive head to collect whatever he already has for you with a greedy tongue. His long fingers find their way into your hair when you take him halfway into the heat of your mouth, humming against him when he starts gently scratching at your scalp.

“S’good for me. Look at you, so pretty like this.”

His praise goes straight between your legs, as you hollow out your cheeks. Spurring you on with his words you try and open up more of your throat for him pumping whatever you couldn’t fit with your hand until you could.

Your nose brushes against the dark patch of hair that frames the base of him when you finally hit your limit. His moan vibrating off the walls echoing through the empty house as you take him deeper than you ever had before.

“God, just like that angel. Taking me so good. Like you were made for this. Made for me.”

You can feel the intensity of his stare, he loves watching you like this. Head bobbing up and down with tears prickling the corners of your eyes that keep looking up at him searching for more. Your tongue swirls around his length in a way that makes him lose his mind while his fingers stay gentle, continuing to play with your hair. His voice is thick with want whispering praises that make you feel special on your knees for him.

The outline of his cock moving inside your throat has him twitching, saliva dripping onto your hand that keeps stroking him while the other starts massaging his heavy balls. His toes curl into the carpet when you somehow fit the rest of him in your mouth, your nose hitting the warm skin of his stomach.

“Fuck! honey, I’m gonna cum, holy shit.” He tugs at your hair signaling to meet his eyes as he starts thrusting up, gagging you just enough to make you restrict around him in a way that has him shooting hot down your throat.

His jaw goes slack, brows pinching together while he holds you right where he wants you, forgetting his gentle nature as his orgasm washes away the stress of his day.

You swallow everything he gives you, making sure to suck him clean as you slowly start releasing him from the confines of your mouth. He shudders with a bob of his Adam's apple when your lips let him go with a loud pop, tears staining your cheeks with a proud smirk. He needed a picture of you like this.

-read more is a bitch line-

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[yournowheregirl]

read my mind

rating: G | wc: 1225 | cw: none

The first word that comes to mind when Eddie steps foot into the Harrington house is ‘chaos’.

Which is weird, because he had come to know Steve’s house as neat and very much put together. It was probably a combination of weekly cleaning and the fact of Mrs. Harrington’s obsession with interior design and keeping everything absolutely perfect, even though she wasn’t there most of the time. But this time there are loose pieces of paper all over the floor and a pile of books in the middle of the hallway, like someone had spent hours researching something.

Eddie also hears some kind of ruckus coming from the kitchen and he prepares himself for the worst. He might not be all that up-to-date with all of the crazy shit that’s been happening in Hawkins over the last few years, but he has been through enough to know that something weird can happen at anytime.

As he approaches the kitchen, Eddie jangles his keys, sliding them between his fingers as a makeshift weapon, just in case. He stomps his feet a little louder than usual and takes a deep breath, preparing for the worst, as he turns the corner.

If he thought the hallway was chaotic, it’s nothing in comparison to what Eddie finds in the kitchen. The clutter of books and loose papers had made its way onto the tiled floor, but it was joined with what looks like miles and miles of tin foil. Eddie’s eyes follow the silver trail to the other side of the kitchen, where he finds the two culprits.

Steve is sitting at the kitchen table with Robin sitting on the floor in between his legs, and while that isn’t something unusual, their accessories definitely are. Because Steve is wearing an absolutely ridiculous tin foil hat, with a pointy end and all, and for a second Eddie wonders if this is a new hair routine for him. Steve is focused on making a hat for Robin, it seems, as he’s wrapping even more tin foil around her head as well.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

“Babe!” Steve says with a bright smile. “You came at the perfect time!”

“Uh, you invited me, and also, that doesn’t answer my question. What the fuck are you two doing?” Eddie asks again. “Is this the new and improved Steve Harrington hair ritual?”

“No,” Robin replies with a roll of her eyes. “We’re testing out our telepathy.”

Eddie blinks, completely dumbfounded at what Robin had just said. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, there must have been something in that bunker, or in the Upside Down, something, because we totally have powers now. Like, I always know what Robin’s thinking, for some reason,” Steve says, and oh God, he’s being sincere isn’t he?

“Yes! So today, while I was shelving tapes at work, I was thinking about how the moon landing was totally faked, right? And then Steve just finished my thought, saying ‘oh yeah, they faked it for sure’ like it was nothing,” Robin says excitedly. ”I didn’t even say anything! He just read my mind!”

Now Eddie hasn’t been scared away from the freaky sides of things, it even earned him a nickname, but this is a little too weird. Even for him. There’s no way that Steve and Robin actually have supernatural powers, no matter how hard they try to believe it. But then Eddie notices how excited they both are, and the big smiles on their faces make him smile as well. Sure, they’re being ridiculous right now, but he figures they deserve to be after all they’ve been through.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What can I do to help?”

“Right, so…”

Apparently Robin has raided the Harrington’s personal library on all the science books they had (which Eddie had noticed in the hallway) and cooked up an experiment that will prove once and for all that she and Steve are telepathically connected. All Eddie has to do is a little word association, and if both Robin and Steve write down the same word without looking at each other’s answers, it proves their connection beyond any doubt.

Well, Eddie still has his doubts, but whatever.

Once Steve and Robin are all set, their backs against each other and a piece of paper and pen in hand, Eddie gives them their first word: chocolate. He gives them both five seconds to think of something, but while they look very confident, their answers don’t match up.

“Sorry. Steve said milk and Robin said cocoa,” Eddie tsks. “Not a match.”

“It’s basically the same thing,” Robin scoffs. “Another one.”

“Fine. Your next word is, uh, sun.”

After five seconds, Steve shows his paper, which says summer, while Robin’s says hot. Again, not a match.

“Well, summers are hot, so we’re getting close.” Steve shrugs. “We’ll get the next one, Robs, I can feel it.”

But with every word Eddie throws at them, they continue getting close to a similar answer (Steve answers ‘sky’ while Robin says ‘galaxy’ when Eddie gives them the word ‘star’) but it’s never an exact match. This doesn’t deter them in the slightest; they continue to be convinced of their powers while Eddie starts to believe less and less. Not that he believed it in the first place.

That is until…

“Okay, final one,” Eddie sighs, and because his stomach is rumbling, says, “Hungry.”

Steve and Robin scribble away on their papers and then show Eddie their words in unison. For the first time, they have the exact same word on paper: ‘pasta.’ Eddie must look either shocked or impressed at this turn of events, because Steve positively lights up at the sight of him.

“Did we get it?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at Robin’s paper and beaming when he sees the answer. “Robin! We got it!”

“I knew it! I knew we had a connection!” Robin exclaims. “Do you believe us now, Eddie?”

Eddie huffs in response. “That doesn’t prove anything. You’re just saying that because you were supposed to make pasta today, remember? You invited me over for lasagna?”

“Oh shit. You’re right,” Steve says with a sheepish grin on his face. He carefully removes the tinfoil hat and Eddie tries not to laugh at the ridiculous state of his hair. A very wise decision because he’s rewarded with a quick kiss from Steve. “I guess we got a little distracted. Sorry babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky you’re cute,” Eddie flirts back. “Now, where’s the pasta?”

After the kitchen is cleaned up, Steve starts working on the lasagna. Eddie offers to help, but Steve tells him to just sit back and relax. Well, Eddie can definitely do just that. Robin does get to help though, saying something about the lasagna being her mom’s recipe, so she has the final say with the ingredients.

As Eddie watches them cook together, moving around the kitchen in perfect sync and handing each other spatulas and seasoning without asking for it, he can’t help but wonder if Steve and Robin do have some kind of psychic connection after all.

happy birthday!! @stobinesque 🎉🎁🎂 me and @legitcookie cooked up this little silly stobin brainworm for you to celebrate your birthday!! we hope you enjoyed!

[blue-sadie]

I Thought-

Alpha Neteyam x Omega Reader

Summary: neteyam doesn’t always know how to express his feelings and cuts people out when he's angry even his little omega

Warning: modern day au, omegaverse au, almost reader death

Yn/3rd person pov

My body tensed on the couch, my hands clutching the woolen blanket tightly as I heard the slamming of the front door, my nose crinkling at the small of his anger.

"For fuck sake" he yelled throwing his belongings onto the floor making clashes and clungs of his fallen items.

I sunk back into the plushy cushions as my eyes meet his angered ones "h-hi neteyam" I whispered loud enough for him to hear me he only growled in response before stomping his way to our bedroom and slammed the door again.

My ears flattened against my head as I heard him yell out his frustrations but an idea popped into my head and I got right to work, jumping up from my spot and racing into the kitchen and getting all the ingredients I needed.

I grabbed my apron and tied it tightly around my waist and washed my hands before getting to work chopping, preparing and cooking I was making his favorite dish his mom gave me the recipe for and once all of that was slowly cooking I got to work on the dessert.

I tempered and iced the chocolate cake and once that was done I wiped my forehead admiring all my work and I did the final step which was setting the table with some freshly cut flowers.

I quickly cleaned myself up before making my way to our bedroom and softly knocked on the door "what" he muttered from inside the room "I-I made dinner for you" I murmured opening the door my eyes drifting to the door where he lay just staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm not hungry" he said his eyes only finding my for a second before returning to the ceiling "but I made you favorite and while we're eating we can talk-" he interrupted me by giving me a glare "I am not hungry omega" he yelled out.

My lip quivered he never called me omega he said it was to demeaning and hurtful I nodded quietly and closed the door again and made my way into the dining and ate by myself.

I couldn't eat much though my omega was stressing over him I couldn't even look at the cake the thought of it just made me nauseous, I quickly finished my food and wrapped the rest up and left it in the fridge for him to eat and I left the cake on the counter covered so no ants could get to it.

I walked to the bedroom and stood by the door at least for 30 seconds debating if I wanted to sleep in there or not my mood only worsened with each passing second was it me who caused him to be like this was he angry at me.

I shook my head trying to block out the negative thoughts as I made my way to the guest room slumping down onto the bed but I just couldn't fall asleep my omega was crying for attention but I knew I wouldn't be getting any anytime soon.

I twisted and turned but couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried my eyes were starting to become sore and my muscles started to arch I just slowly got up and made my way into the guest bathroom and filled up the tube.

"Maybe this is help" I slowly pulled off my clothes before hissing as I settled into the steaming hot water the water slowly relaxing my muscles, I tried relaxing more by closing my eyes but I couldn't get him out my mind.

I looked to the side where I saw a bottle of medication I quickly leaned over curiously and grabbed it and read the name it was addressed to my mother 'she must have left it here by accident'.

I looked at the label and it was sleeping pills I thought for a minute before uncapping the bottle and taking to out "maybe the will help" I murmured and put the rest of the bottle back onto the counter before swallowing the pills.

I sat around waiting for them to start working just getting a little more comfortable in the bath, my eye lids slowly started becoming more heavier and my breath more slower as the pills started to take effect.

My body slowly started to sink into the water but I was to tired to do anything and my mind was to distracted to the hear the slight padding of footsteps drawing nearer.

Neteyam couldn't sleep either he could never sleep without you so here he was looking into the guest bedroom where he thought you were and when you weren't there his eye brows frowned.

He looked back down the hallway his eyes only softening once he saw the sliver of light coming from the bathroom he walked over and softly knocked like you did before "baby" he called.

But he was only met with silence "yn im really sorry" but when he didn't get an answer this time an unsettling feeling started to fill his heart "baby if you don't answer I'm coming in" he threatened worryingly knocking a bit louder.

He quickly opened the door when he didn't get a response his eyes widening and his heart breaking as he runs and scoops her out of the water "baby" he screamed laying her onto the ground and started listening for her heartbeat.

He sighed in relief ae he heard it but quickly started cpr as it was fading "fuck" he cried as tears started welling up in his eyes "he quickly got his phone and dialed 911 "911 what's your emergency" the lady spoke.

"Hi my girlfriend was found in the bath she's not breathing and she has a heartbeat but it's fading" he rushed breathing heavily as he continued cpr "ok hold on I'm sending someone now" she tried calming neteyam down but he was to frantic.

He quickly wrapped you in a towl and picked you up as he heard the nearing sirens and rushed outside "please help her" he screamed the medics quickly rushed you inside and neteyam followed and held your hand tightly as they rushed to the hospital "please be ok".

-Time skip-

Lo'aks nose crinkled as he entered the room "dude you need to shower" he chuckled but shut up as neteyam glared at him "I am not going anywhere" he growled repeating the same words that he said to everyone else.

He never left your side once he just sat there clutching your hand tightly waiting for you to wake up "so did the doctor say anything" lo'ak asked as he stood at the foot of your bed.

Neteyam sighed heavily "he said whatever she took knocked her out and her omega is the reason she's still asleep" he said tiredly "what does he mean by that" "it means I fucked up ok" neteyam snapped.

Neteyam started to cry again "I fucked up I shut her out and I think her omega may have taken it to seriously and now she's like this because of me" lo'ak watched his eyes filled with sorrow for his brother.

"She almost died because of me" he sniffled staring at your face praying to see your eyes open "I'm the reason she's here" he whispered and softly kissed your hand.

"I love you omega please forgive me"

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[lfcgirlxx84]

Daddy’s Good Girl

Warning : Under 18’s do not read.

Here it is, I’ve never wrote anything like this before but I am open to criticism. Enjoy!

Joel didn’t smoke weed very often, only when the anxiety started to take control. He found that happening less and less when his son brought home a girl. She was a stunner, long blonde curls, a nice plump ass, a handful of tits and her mouth was just perfect, so perfect he wanted nothing more than to fill it. He imagined her on her knees between his legs, eyes begging him for his cock. Joel knew it was wrong thinking about his son's girlfriend like this but he heard the pathetic noises she made at night, heard how she faked it every time, he knew she deserves someone better. Someone who can fill her needs, someone who can fill her just right. Joel could feel himself getting hard just at the thought of her, then he heard the shouting begin again. He wondered what his selfish son had done this time, he tried not to listen in but couldn’t help hearing them.

“Mol I just don’t want you going somewhere without me.”

“Are you for real? You're going to Ibiza next month with the boys and we both know what’s going to happen there!”

“What’s going to happen then?”

“Your going to fuck some drunk whore and come crawling back here riddled with some disease!”

“Oh yeah and your not going to fuck the first guy you see!”

“Fuck you Oscar!”

Joel waited for one of them to storm out again. STOMP! STOMP! SLAM! There goes one of them. Joel stood in the kitchen and poured himself a glass of lemonade, he heard the sniffles walk down the stairs. She entered the kitchen, red puffy eyes and mascara running down her cheeks. Joel grabbed her a tissue and gave her a damp one to wipe the mascara off.

“Here darling, can I get you a drink or something?”

“No thank you Joel, I might just head home, get out of your way.”

“And what are you going to do when you get home, cry some more about that asshole.”

“That’s your son.”

“Still an asshole, stay here, help me smoke this joint.”

Molly liked that idea, she quite often would have a joint with Joel, it made her feel better when life got shit. They both headed out to Joel’s shed, Molly got herself comfortable in one of the arm chairs before Joel passed her the joint, she took a drag on it and instantly felt lighter. She needed this.

Joel and Molly sat together for almost an hour just talking about the most random shit before Joel mentioned his son.

“What’s he done this time?”

“Thinks if I go somewhere without him I’ll fuck someone like I’m some sorta slut.”

“Be honest with me, would you?”

“Probably not, my luck they’ll be worse than him.”

“Yeah I hear how bad he is.”

Molly felt her cheeks burning red.

“I don’t make a thing to listen to you two but sometimes I can’t help it you know, thin walls.”

“Well I guess there’s nothing much to hide, it’s not like any of it is real anyway.”

“I know you're faking it with him darling, you probably should find a real man to treat you right.”

“Oh yeah and where do I find one of them?”

“I could suggest a few.”

Was this it, was Joel finally done toying with Molly. She admits sometimes she does think about him taking her in the shed but he never got this serious with his flirting. It was always just a little joke here and there, a harmless touch on the hand, nothing like this. She could feel the air, thick with sexual tension as he leant forward to touch her knee. His big hands made her legs look tiny, his calloused fingers drawing circles on her thighs. He removed his hands and leant back in his chair.

“Climb on baby.”

She straddles him whilst his kisses move down to her breasts, he pulls her dress down to reveal her boobs. Molly’s hands begin to tug at Joel’s t-shirt as she places kisses on his neck. Her bra soon finds its way to the floor, he focuses his attention on her right breast, sucking her nipple until she lets out a moan. He moves to her left doing the same, whilst flicking her right nipple. Molly feels Joel’s erection growing under her, she begins feeling herself getting wetter, needing him more. Joel’s hand slowly makes its way down to her core. He pushes the bottom of her dress up to grab at her ass and feel how wet her pussy is.

“This all for me slut.”

“Yes Daddy.”

He picked her up and placed her on his table. He teases her by licking her folds slowly, he reaches her clit and sucks it gently. Molly becomes a whimpering mess begging him for more. Joel refuses to give in to her so he keeps teasing, he gets his thumb and starts tracing light circles on her clit. Joel brings two fingers to Molly’s mouth and shoves them into her mouth, she sucks on them for a while and when he thinks they are wet enough he removes them. He inserts them into Molly’s pussy, she hisses as she adjusts to his thick fingers, Joel doesn’t allow her much time before he is hitting her spot. Each time he gets it right, he curls his fingers in her and before she knows it the knot in her stomach is back and ready to explode.

“Please let me cum Daddy.”

“Cum for me”

He continues fingering her until he feels her walls clench around him, he knows now he needs to get the spot again. He keeps hitting the spot until her legs are shaking, she’s moaning and his fingers are dripping. He takes his fingers out of her and licks them.

“You taste so good”

Molly is speechless as she tries to come down from her high, but before she has time to respond Joel has her on the floor and is presenting his member to her. She is shocked at how big and thick he is, she doesn’t think she’s going to be able to take him. He grabs a fistful of hair and shoves his member into the back of her throat. She’s never had anyone this big and is struggling to not choke. Joel notices her struggling for breath and lets her set the pace. She licks his member up and down, tasting his precum before she takes him back in. Joel is moaning in his chair, his head thrown back, eyes closed, Molly knows he’s close. She sucks his tip and pumps the rest of him with both hands. Joel begins to get breathless, knowing he’s close.

“You gotta stop, I want to fill your pussy.”

Joel drags Molly to her feet and pushes her back onto his table. He brings her to the edge and lines himself to her entrance. He rubs his tip along her entrance, slowly he fills her tight pussy. He stays still for a while letting her adjust to his size before he moves out of her and back in, each time she’s still shocked by his size. Soon pleasurable moans fill the shed, Joel uses the wall behind to grip onto, the table is squeaking with each movement, Molly wraps her arms around his neck. Her hands grab his hair as she feels herself edging closer, Joel is panting above her, each thrust getting sloppier. Molly begins clenching around him, she feels herself lose control, she’s a moaning shaking mess underneath her boyfriend's father. Joel lets go after, riding out his own high with his head resting in the crook of her neck whilst he paints her walls white. They both just stay there for a while, panting and trying to catch their breath. Joel pulls out of her with a pop and helps her off the table, he then pulls her panties back on.

“I want you to walk home with my cum dripping from you. Want everyone to know that you're my slut.”

Molly nods her head in agreement, she is his now. She redresses herself before looking at her phone and noticing that she has an apology waiting to be read.

“I should go before he comes back.”

“Yeah good idea, if he doesn’t come back tonight maybe you can come back and let me fill that pretty mouth.”

Joel kisses her one last time and slaps her ass goodbye as she takes a step out into the world. Molly reads the text as she walks home.

I’ll make it up to you later bby ;) x

Would it be wrong to let him fuck his Dad’s cum into his girlfriend? Probably right.

[astro-ellie]

im actually pulling out my hair because of the abby & ellie being sisters fanfic, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS???

abby has you wrapped around her finger.

you had sneaked into the living room a few hours before sunrise, luckily ellie and dina were both fast asleep still. you felt exhausted, but trying to sleep seemed impossible. instead, you tossed and turned on your side of the couch until you could hear the morning birds outside the big living room window.

ellie woke up before dina did. you could see the way she carefully slipped out of dina's arms before sitting up, stretching her arms before letting out a yawn. when she saw that you were awake, she blushed for a second, realising that you must have seen the way she was cuddled up to your dear friend on the couch.

the blush disappeared quickly though when ellie took a look at you and muttered "well, you look like shit." scoffing at her bluntness, typically ellie, you decided to keep quiet. because what could you say? sorry, haven't slept 'cause your sister kept me occupied half the night and then i couldn't stop thinking about her for the other half.

you'd rather not get attacked with a pillow this early in the morning. or even worse, have ellie stomp over to abby's room and create some kind of scene.

you would not want to be in the same house as her when she sees the bruises on abby's neck.

it doesn't take too long for dina to wake up as well, and before she can drop a comment similar to ellie, you quickly say "had trouble sleeping" while waving your hand dismissively. the way dina gives you a knowing smile takes you by surprise, but there's no time to question it as ellie is already heading towards the kitchen.

following her, you're filled with memories of the previous night. meeting abby in the kitchen felt like an answer to your prayer. it seemed to be impossible to get her to yourself, without the interference of ellie, without making it too obvious you were trying to get her alone.

her confident attitude made you weak in the knees, and when the word "good" had slipped past her lips you were sure you'd be melting into a puddle on the floor any minute.

maybe you should have been more embarrassed at how easy it was for abby to make you putty in her arms, but it's difficult to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how good she made you feel last night. it's really hard to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how she took you to her bedroom.

when you sit down to eat breakfast with the girls, you're completely zoned out. ellie doesn't pay you any mind however, busy rambling on to dina about the latest issue of that science magazine she's always reading.

sipping on the glass of juice in silence, it's almost as if you're back in abby's room again. you can almost feel her hand around your wrist again as you reminisce how she pulled you towards her bedroom door.

"what?" abby's soft voice had pulled you out of your thoughts. "nothing, i just- it's exactly like i expected it to be." giving her a small smile, abby's lips pulling into her signature smirk.

"you've been imagining how my bedroom looks?" her tone was teasing, but that had not stopped your cheeks from heating up. standing awkwardly in the opening of the room, the way abby had sat down on the edge of her bed and slightly spread her legs had made your heart quicken in your chest.

"why don't you close the door and come over here? thought we could have a little chat..." and the look in her eyes, the way she had looked you up and down as if she was ready to eat you, made it clear that she wasn't actually planning on just talking. so with that, you had closed the door behind you and made your way over to her.

"are you even listening?" ellie's raspy voice breaks you out of your trance, and it's only now you realise that both she and dina are done with their breakfast. "you gotta' hurry up, jesse is picking us up soon."

"yeah, yeah. i'll finish this quickly." stuffing your face with the food in front of you, you don't pay any mind to the sound of a door further down the hall opening. it's not until you hear the familiar voice of abby, greeting ellie with a "hey loser", that you look up.

at first, ellie only grunts something in response. when abby turns around, milk jug in hand, she truly gets her little sister's attention.

"hey, what's that on your neck?"

[amyispxnk]

I'd do whatever I could do

Summary - you're staying with Joel now, trying to figure yourself out and leaving the QZ to visit some of his friends

A/N: oh my god, I finally did it y'all - finally made the part two for this 👏 Also, I was going through the lyrics of this song and I kind of realised just how daddy issues Joel it is. I'm not gonna list them, but there are definitely a good few lines that stuck out to me. A part 3 might be simmering. We'll see.

Pairing: platonic/father figure!Joel Miller x f!reader (could probably be read as GN tho?)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: violence, mentions of past abuse, PTSD, alcohol mention, language, angst, pet names, comfort, paternal issues, very brief mention of a gun

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Part 1 here

You reckoned you had stopped really taking the words in a few seconds after he slammed the door behind him, immediately shrinking back into the couch where you'd previously been sat staring into space, whilst he told you things about his day.

Your eyes darted up at him quickly, lip quivering already. You still didn't know exactly why. Why small things like him touching you too abruptly, raising his voice (never at you, but for some reason it still affected you), loud noises like a door slamming, affected you. But they really did, and he'd come to notice it after only a few days of you staying with him.

--

He came back home after a long, difficult, tiring deal. Since your arrival and staying at his place had been so recent, his old habits remained. One of them was to practically shout and stomp his foot in anger as soon as he got back from a trade went south, a bad day out.

"Fuck!" He had gritted through clenched teeth as he threw his bag on the floor, deadset on getting into the kitchen to his whisky to muffle the frustration of the day.

You froze in complete fear and horror as he rounded the corner, his eyes immediately falling onto your trembling figure, clutching the little food packet in one of your hands as your own eyes stared back at him, bulging out of their sockets.

"Shit." He muttered to himself, taking a few steps towards you - not expecting you to immediately drop the packet and raise your hands in front of you, almost cowering before him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Joel p-please, I don't-" You stuttered, eyes welling up with tears as you flinched when he took another, more careful, step towards you, already apologising even though you didn't know what you had done.

"Hey, hey, hey. 's okay," he soothed. "C'mere sweetheart. It's okay." And somehow the sound of his voice, so gentle just for you, comforted you immediately.

You stepped into his open arms, body shaking hard with sobs as you choked on your own tears. "I'm sorry." You said, muffled into the fabric of his flannel.

"I told you it's okay. What happened, sweet girl?" He hugged you tight, right hand coming up to rub soothing circles into your back.

"I don't know." You murmured, unsure of what set you off so badly.

"It's okay baby, we'll figure it out. You're okay now."

--

That was the first time it had happened, now you were here again. He'd slammed the door, although he wasn't angry. It was just something he did out of habit to ensure it closed properly, but after he saw you shaking like before on the couch, his brows knitted in worry.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder as you turned to face him slightly, jolting - not as aggressively as you used to - at the touch.

"Nothing. Just- you slammed the door. I think it's one of those.. trigger things you were talking about."

Naturally, Joel had racked his mind and scoured the dozen odd books he had in his apartment to try remember anything about this kind of mental health issue and the things you'd gone through, finally landing on some sort of PTSD. He'd explained it as best he could to you, telling you that the things like someone raising their voice at you and loud noises were 'triggers', things that reminded you of the times with your dad and made you feel that same fear you'd feel with him all over again.

"Right." He nodded, brushing your hair back and out of your eyes a bit. "'m sorry, sweetheart. I'll try not to do it again, yeah?"

You hummed a noise of agreement, making a space beside you for him to sit down on the couch.

He did so and cleared his throat. "Got some news," he began "'s nothin' big, really. Just thought you oughta have a bit of notice."

You turned to face him a little more as he looked up and met your eyes. "I have this deal, with a guy in Lincoln, and I'm due to go see him next week." He told you.

"So.. you're leaving?" You questioned, trying not to seem too hurt by it.

"No, no. I mean- if you don't want to come with me, then yeah, but I'll be back within the month. I just.. don't feel too safe leavin' you here." He explained, and you nodded.

"I don't want you to go. I'll- I'll come with you." You mumbled, and he gently tilted your head up to face him again.

"You're gonna be okay out there? Y'ever been out of the QZ before?" He asked. If you hadn't ever been outside then things could be quite difficult. It would be scary for a young thing like you. Not only that, but you had your triggers, and the gunfire paired with the infected would surely set one of them off - that's why he'd tried putting the entire trip off, but he had to go. That was how he made his living around here, he needed those supplies.

"Mmhm. I've also killed a few infected before, if you're worried about that. Not gonna be completely useless, I'd say." You said with a small chuckle, leaning into his touch subconsciously.

"Okay." He nodded, stroking your cheek gently before standing up and going over to the kitchen to make something for dinner. "And you're not useless, sweetheart, not at all."

-----

Bill and Frank. That's who they were. Bill was the guy he actually had the deal with, Frank was the one who'd convinced Bill to go along with it in the first place. Frank was the nice one, Joel had told you.

He'd explained a bit before you'd left and more when it came up in conversation as the two of you walked. In and out of forests, weaving between trees, trudging down dirt roads and kicking rocks, on your journey to Lincoln.

A journey that you still would've been able to complete within a day on foot, but that was before the apocalypse. Now there were buildings falling over eachother, and guards near your place of departure which slowed you down, and clickers and the likes which ensured you had to be completely silent in your movements, extending the time of your journey by at least 50%.

You watched as he slaughtered them all though. It should have scared you, at least a little, but it just amazed you. Admittedly, it had shaken you when you saw him completely beat one of the FEDRA guards to death when you were making your way out of Boston. You'd been caught, a guard that wasn't supposed to be there was there and Joel wasn't careful enough.

Things were almost okay, you probably could have haggled your way out of that situation, but when the soldier made a comment about you, a comment about what they might do to a 'bad girl' like you for sneaking out of the QZ, he had simply seen red. He didn't even know he had lunged for the man until he was on top of him, the crunch of the soldier's jaw and Joel's fist coming down on his face bringing him back to reality.

He was protective of you, and rightfully so, and you didn't even care how aggressive he could get with it. He wanted to keep you safe, and would go that far for it, therefore he cared about you. Someone actually cared about you.

"Okay, I think we're gonna stay here for the night." He said, pulling you out of your thoughts as you gave him a small smile.

"Okay."

You both set up a makeshift camp, eating whatever you could spare from your stash of food before getting ready to go to sleep - him denying your offer to take watch like he did before and he'd do everytime.

You sighed, walking off and quickly settling into the sleeping bag, melting into it and relishing the warmth it offered you as you hugged yourself to sleep, body heat almost suffocating you but in a comforting way.

--

When you woke up, you thought you actually were suffocating, throwing the cover off of you and crying out his name, the only person you could think of to save you. He was going to get you, he was back, he was coming for you and he'd never leave you alone, he'd take you from Joel and then he'd k-

"Hey, hey. That's not gonna happen, sweetheart, come on, come over here." You didn't realise you were saying those things out loud but it didn't matter as you crawled out of your sleeping bag, letting him pull you into his lap as he cradled you, rocking you back and forth as he kissed your head.

"It's okay, it's okay. Did ya have another nightmare?" He asked, voice calm and low as he tried to comfort you and calm you down.

You nodded quickly, sniffing and breathing erratically as you did.

"Sweet girl. It's okay now, it's okay." He reassured you, hugging you tight and pressing more kisses into your hair. "I won't let anything happen to you, you know that."

"I know." You said quietly, voice cracking as you wiped at your tears. "I'm sorry." You said, somehow in a voice even quieter than before.

He sighed, breathing slowly and deeply - something he knew helped, as he noticed you'd start breathing in time with him to ground yourself, regulate your own breathing during these situations. "Don't go and apologise when you haven't even done anything wrong, sweetheart. You're going through a lot and you're probably still processing everything that happened, it wasn't that long ago when you were still.." he didn't want to remind you of anything too sensitive, trailing off slightly. "Point is, it's all fairly fresh, and it's natural things like these nightmares are gonna be happenin', so don't apologise, okay?" He said, looking into your glossy eyes and brushing your tears away.

"Yeah. I'm-" You were already going to apologise again, making him frown slightly. "Thank you, Joel."

"It's okay. You try get some more sleep now, okay?" He gently helped you off his lap and pulled the sleeping bag back on top of your body, knees cracking as he got back up to walk away to where he was taking watch - when your voice called out for him again.

"Can you stay with me? Please, Joel? I'm just- I'm scared." You mumbled, face growing hot with embarrassment at how pathetic the question felt now you were speaking it aloud.

He pressed his lips together, turning his head to check the area once more before getting his own sleeping bag, placing it by yours, and resting his arm behind your head as you tucked your face into his chest.

"Goodnight." He said softly, stroking your hair slowly.

"Night, Joel." You mumbled into the soft fabric of his shirt, before passing out again, leaving him to lay alone with his thoughts in the cool night.

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[mordenheim]

We can fix this, I know we can

Thuras sighed as he leaned back in his chair. What kind of life did he have now? He was used to going up into the mortal world, cutting deals and buying souls, not trapped behind a desk processing paperwork. He stood up from his seat, stomping through his office on hooved legs, snarling in anger every time his great horns scraped across the ceiling.

He was just about to head down the hall to harass Stillwinter again when he froze. He felt something he had not felt in ages. A tug, that felt like it came from somewhere inside of his skull. It went from a tug to an insistent pull and he was being dragged back against the wall of his office.

“What in the hell..?!”

A green, almost gelatinous looking portal opened in the wall behind him and he was slowly being dragged into it. He gripped at the back of his chair, dragging it with him, but it slammed into the edge of the portal like it was still solid wall and dragged out of his grasp.

He was dragged through the void of cold nothingness for a time, then suddenly it was like his head was thrust into boiling water. No, his head WAS thrust into boiling water, or boiling something! He let out a roar as he rocketed upwards through what felt like a narrow tube of scalding water only to crash into a ceiling and crumple to the floor. He stunk of sage and chicken, limp pieces of pasta stuck to his muscular upper body. He snarled as he got to his hooves.

“How?” He turned and saw a small female human cowering in a corner and knew that he was called by her. “HOW DID YOU SUMMON ME?!”

She trembled and cried in return, “I don't know! You were supposed to be chicken soup!!”

He blinked, looking down at himself and at her. Was it possible? Could he really have been summoned to this realm by mistake?

He snarled and stomped around through the kitchen before his eyes fell on a book on the kitchen table. He picked it up in his hands and looked at it closely. It felt familiar somehow. Opening the cover it read “Property of Elanis Moorgrave”.

He almost dropped the book from his nerveless fingers. “Elanis. I remember her... I was her familiar for almost a century.” He turned suddenly to the cowering female, “Do you know Elanis Moorgrave?”

She let out a shriek and tried to dig her way back through the wall behind her in a panic. Shaking his head, Thuras took a deep breath and calmed himself. His voice became low and soothing as he spoke again.

“Hey... I'm not here to harm you. Are you a blood relative of Elanis Moorgrave?”

“Y... yeah... I'm Ellen. She was my great, great grandmother.”

“Okay, now we're getting somewhere. I suppose you were trying a recipe from this book?”

“Yeah... I uh...” She sniffled, wiping tears from her eyes, “I was trying to make chicken soup..”

He chuckled. It was a warm, soft sound that Ellen felt deep in her chest. Slowly she pushed herself back up to her feet and grabbed a towel, offering it to him. “You say.. you knew my grandma?”

Taking the towel, he tried wiping a bit of the mess off of himself. “Yes, she and I were very, very close. She used to try disguising some of her spells and summoning rituals as recipes and home improvements.”

Ellen nodded, looking up at the muscular demon. She swallowed hard and murmured softly, “I uh... have a shower you can use if you want to get cleaned up. It's down the hall tot he left.”

“Thank you, Ellen Moorgrave.” “Please, just Ellen.”

“And I am Thuras. A pleasure.”

Ellen watched as he made his way down the hall, his broad back almost stretching wall to wall. She swallowed hard and shook her head as she started cleaning the soup up off of her floor. She had just finished making a pot of coffee when he returned, polishing his huge horns with one of her towels.

She poured two cups and offered one to him, which he accepted graciously.

“So, I summoned you accidentally. What does that mean, exactly.”

He hmmmed and settled down in one of the kitchen chairs. The wood groaned under his weight, but held as he crossed his goat like legs in front of him. “I'm not exactly sure. Normally I am bound to the person who summoned me until I have completed the task I was summed for, but I have no idea what will happen now.”

“So.. You just... Have to stay with me until we figure something out? Or do you just go back where you came from?”

“I'm not really sure, but we can fix this, I know we can.”

She sighed and leaned back in her seat, sipping her coffee. She hadn't had a man in her home in years and now one literally just fell in her lap and he's not even human. Of all the weird luck. “Well, I suppose you can make yourself at home for now, as long as you don't go summoning more demons without me knowing.”

“Perish the thought. Thank you for the coffee, by the way.”

“You're welcome. By the way, you said you knew my great great grandma. Could you tell me a bit about her?”

Thuras laughed, “Oh, I have such tales to tell you...”

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Relief

Masterlist | Part Two

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Best Friend!Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Minors, kindly get off of my lawn.

Notes: Not beta-read, cause when is it ever. Part Two is probably going to be up tomorrow or the day after.

No physical descriptions, no use of y/n.

Warnings: Cursing, friends with benefits, angst, fluff, friends to lovers, explicit sexual content—fingering, oral sex (female receiving), possessiveness, vaginal sex, unprotected sex.

Summary: It’s never escaped your notice that your best friend is incredibly attractive, but it’s just been something that you’ve deemed a fact of life—like the fact that his name is Rhett, and the fact that you live in Wabang. And you won’t pretend that you’ve never thought of Rhett in…This way, but it’s been a while.

Oh, you’d had the most devastating crush on him in high school, but he’d only had eyes for Maria—and you’d valued your friendship far too highly to ever say or do a thing. You’d managed to move on—at least, you thought you’d had. Having Rhett wide-eyed, shirtless, and drawing you down onto his lap is making you rethink a few things. 

“You havin’ a beer?” 

“Whatever.” 

“...Well can I have one?” 

“Help yourself.” 

You can feel Rhett’s curious gaze cast toward you at your short, flat answers. It only holds for a moment before he crosses your small kitchen, tugging your fridge open. You just sink back into your place on the couch, and keep your focus set on your phone. You hear the hiss and click of Rhett opening a beer can, followed by the thud of his boots crossing the floor. Fuck, you’re going to have to wash your floor later. You should’ve made him take his shoes off when he came in. 

Your gaze flits to an unopened beer can set down on the coffee table in front of you. Then, Rhett settles down onto the couch beside you. You glance over at him, spotting an open beer can in his hand. 

“Are both of those for you?” You ask. 

“Thought you wanted one.”

“I didn’t say that.” 

“You said ‘whatever’. When it comes to snacks and drinks, your ‘whatever’ usually means yes.” 

He’d know. Rhett’s been your closest friend since you were young. You know one another’s moods, habits; you know what one another’s good and bad days look like. Unfortunately for both of you, you are having a very bad day. You’ve been dragging your feet, biting back at everything said to you—and your closest friend is no different. You roll your eyes, leaning back against the couch and raising your phone again. 

“Well it didn’t this time,” You argue. 

“Well,” Rhett huffs, lifting his boots onto the coffee table and crossing them at the ankle, “Now I know.” 

“Rhett Abbott, you get your damn dirty boots off my table.” 

“Make me.” 

“I’ll tell your ma.” 

“I’m shakin’ in my damn dirty boots.” 

You turn your irritated gaze toward him, jaw clenched. He’s watching you expectantly from beneath the brim of his hat as he raises his beer to his lips. The two of you watch one another for a long, tense moment, waiting for the other to crack. To your chagrin, you’re the first to blink. You scoff as you spring up, shoving at his calves. He jolts at the push, legs sliding from the table, his boots whacking onto the floor. Some beer sloshes out of the can, spilling over his fingers and his jeans. 

“And I’ll thank you to take your hat off when you’re in my house,” You snip. You pluck his hat off of his head, shoving it into his chest before you snatch the unopened beer off of the table, stomping over to your kitchen. 

“Alright.” Rhett slams his beer down on the coffee table. He catches up to you before you can reach the fridge, his hand closing around your arm and turning you to face him. “What the fuck is goin’ on with you?” 

You don’t answer for a moment—you’re not sure you can. Your chest is a muddle of misplaced irritation and upset. You’ve been in a shitty mood for a while now, but it’s gotten worse over the last week. 

“...Hey.” Rhett lets go of your arm, lifting his hand to cup your jaw and tipping your head up to meet his gaze. “Talk to me, sweetpea. You’re worryin’ me.” 

His gentle plying and his steady, tender gaze break you down bit by bit. You sigh heavily, slouching back out of his grasp and leaning against the counter, cracking open the beer. Rhett just watches, and waits, shifting from foot to foot. You glance over him as your annoyance melts. 

“...You have hat hair,” You say, nodding toward it. 

“‘Course I do. Why do you think I left the hat on in the first place?” 

You smile a bit in spite of yourself, and ignore the flutter in your chest as he takes a step closer. 

“What’s goin’ on with you?” He plies again. “You've been madder than a wet hen all damn day. I know better than to ask if it’s your period.” 

“You better.” 

“So?” 

“....I’m sorry, Rhett. I’ve just been in a shit mood this week. Work’s been hell, I’m not sleepin’ all that well.” 

Rhett sighs softly, leaning back against the counter beside you. 

“Seems like it’s been longer than a week, sweetpea.” 

You grunt, raising the beer to your lips and taking a long pull. 

“...When’s the last time you had sex?” 

You nearly choke, the beer stalling in your throat as Rhett’s question catches you off-guard. You manage to swallow before you cough roughly, turning away from Rhett as your eyes water. 

“Okay,” You wheeze, setting the beer can on the counter. “I think that’s worse than the period question.” 

“Thought they’d be on par.” 

“You thought wrong.” 

“...You gonna answer it?” 

“It was a serious question?” You ask, folding your arms across your chest as you turn to face him. 

“Yeah,” He nods. “You’re always more relaxed when you’ve gotten some.” 

“Oh, my…God.” Your mouth works wordless for a moment before you raise your hand, pinching at the bridge of your nose. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation right now.” 

“C’mon.” 

“Come on, what?” 

“Get your jacket, we’ll go out.” 

“And get me some?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Rhett, I don’t wanna fuck a stranger tonight. Okay?”

Rhett’s lips purse contemplatively before he nods. “Okay.” 

“Can we just watch a movie or something?” 

“‘Course—Hang on.” 

You frown, watching Rhett walk over to your front door—and grin as he leans down, tugging off his boots. “Alright, smartass,” You grumble, walking back to your couch and taking up the remote. “Please excuse any marks left by my damn dirty boots.” 

“You’re not gonna let that go, are you.” 

“Nope,” Rhett pops the ‘p’ as he plops back down beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulders. 

--  

“...What about someone you know already?” 

“...Hm?” You hum lazily, gaze set on the movie. You’re not really paying attention to it. You’ve been cuddled into Rhett’s side for the last hour, your head on his shoulder and your arm around his middle. You’ve been so relaxed, so focused on the steady rise and fall of Rhett’s belly under your arm, that you’ve lost the plot. 

“Why don’t you fuck someone you know already?” 

You huff a short laugh, glancing up at him. He seems to be focused almost steadfastly on the tv, like looking anywhere else will lead to trouble. 

“You’re still on that?” You ask. 

Rhett shrugs a little. “Just think it could help.” 

“I can handle it myself.” 

“You been doin’ that so far?” 

“...Yeah.” 

“And you’re still in this pissy a mood?” 

You pout, sitting up and tucking your arms around yourself. 

“Hey, c’mon,” Rhett coos, tightening his grip on you. He turns his head a little, chin brushing your temple. “You need to be taken care of and loved on. Nothin’ wrong with that.” 

“Don’t need to be.” 

“Wanna be?” 

“...Maybe.” 

“Nothin’ wrong with that, either.” 

You bite your lip, pushing a sigh through your nose. 

“...There’s no one that I’ve been with that I’d wanna, like…Fuck again, I guess,” You explain lamely. 

“How about someone you haven’t fucked?” 

“Someone that I know but haven’t fucked, but would fuck. That is a fairly short, short list.” 

“Mm.” 

“That’s like…You, and Perry…and the Tillerson boys.” 

“You ain’t fuckin’ the Tillersons.” 

“What if I decided to?” You tease.

“I’ll fuck you myself before you fuck the Tillersons.” 

He says it casually, like it’s the most logical thing in the damn world. Your face and neck wash with heat at his insistence. You can let this go now. You can turn back to the movie and let it go. But—

“Perry wouldn’t fuck me,” You point out. “I mean…Host’a reasons on that one.” 

“Mhm.” 

“...Guess that just leaves you.” 

You don’t dare look at Rhett. You’re suddenly acutely aware of how close and warm he is; how he’s still holding you; the gentle nudge of his chin against your temple again. 

“...Guess it does.” 

You let your eyes slide shut. His voice is low, and has an edge of gruffness that you’ve never been on the receiving end of before. Oh, you’ve heard it, of course. It’s the tone he takes with women that he chats up at the rodeo, or at the bar—usually with a sly look from beneath the brim of his hat, or a hand planted on the bar behind them, his eyes desirously sweeping their form. 

This isn’t like that. 

Rhett’s hand smooths gently along your shoulder, his fingertips sweeping over the skin just beneath your t-shirt sleeve. It sends goosebumps skittering down your skin. You bite your lip, looking at the tv again. 

“But you wouldn’t do that,” You mumble. 

“...I could.” 

You can still let it go. You can get up, and get more beers for the two of you. You can tell Rhett that maybe he’s the one that needs to get fucked, insist on heading to the bar and grabbing the first round. 

“Could, or would?” 

“Both.” 

“Friends don’t do that, Rhett.” 

“Good friends do.” He turns his head, nuzzling your temple. “We don’t have to do a damn thing, sweetpea. It’s up to you.” 

You know that. You know that if you told Rhett no, he’d back off. Thing is, you are considering it. You’ve been wound up, and pissed, and your fingers and vibrators just haven’t been doing it. 

“...Ground rules,” You decide after a moment. “We’re not kissing. Like we can kiss other things, but not lips.” 

“Alright.” 

“And you can’t be weird about it. Or, like, weirder. This is already weird.” 

“It’s not that weird,” He chuckles. 

“We can get each other off, but we’re not gonna fuck.” 

“...Mhm.” “And if either of us change our minds, we stop.” 

“Fine by me.” 

“...Okay.” 

“Okay?” Rhett chuckles. You feel him shift beside you, his arm jostling you a little. Before you can sass him back, Rhett’s nose trails along the line of your jaw. You shiver as he dips lower still, his lips brushing your neck as he repeats, “Okay?”

You nod, mumbling, “Okay,” as you tip your head against the back of the couch. You unfold your arms as Rhett curls closer into your side, wrapping his arm around your waist and drawing you closer. He tips his head to the side, pressing a kiss against your neck. You pull in a nervous breath as his fingers skim up under your shirt. 

“Okay?” He murmurs. 

“Yes.” 

Rhett hums softly, hand skimming up under your shirt. His fingers are calloused, and a little rough. They make your skin tingle. Rhett smooths his hand over your bra cup, fingers flexing and squeezing your breast. You arch your back, pushing up into his grasp as you hesitantly lower your shaking hand to his thigh, giving it a squeeze. He grunts approvingly, and you slide your hand further up, smoothing over his lap. You bite back a whimper as your fingers shift over his growing length in his jeans. You give him a gentle squeeze, stomach fluttering as he lets out a groan, his hips canting up into your hand. 

“Okay?” You tease breathlessly, tipping your head toward him. His lips brush your cheek, then his nose nudges yours.You blink dazedly up at him, stunned by the growing darkness in his typically bright eyes. 

“More than,” He murmurs. His breath nudges your lips, and your gaze flits to his mouth. It looks so soft, and pink—

You close your eyes before you can give into temptation and break your own rules. You refocus on the feeling of him pressing up into your palm, and bite back a moan as he tugs one of your bra cups down, his thumb sweeping across your pebbling nipple. 

“Fuck,” He mumbles, “Can we get your shirt off?” 

“I’ll take off mine if you take off yours.” 

You and Rhett pull back from one another hurriedly. You scooch forward on the couch, tugging your shirt up and over your head before you reach back, undoing your bra as well. You shrug out of it before you turn to face Rhett. You straddle his hips without hesitation, your hands caressing and squeezing his tanned, muscled chest. 

It’s never escaped your notice that your best friend is incredibly attractive, but it’s just been something that you’ve deemed a fact of life—like the fact that his name is Rhett, and the fact that you live in Wabang. And you won’t pretend that you’ve never thought of Rhett in…This way, but it’s been a while. Oh, you’d had the most devastating crush on him in high school, but he’d only had eyes for Maria—and you’d valued your friendship far too highly to ever say or do a thing. You’d managed to move on—at least, you thought you’d had. Having Rhett wide-eyed, shirtless, and drawing you down onto his lap is making you rethink a few things. 

Rhett’s arms curl around your middle, tugging you close. His hand smooths up your back as he leans up, pressing kisses to your chest. You shiver as he draws one of your breasts into his mouth. He groans against your skin, his grip tightening on you. You run your fingers through Rhett’s hair, hips rolling down against his. Rhett turns his head, lips ghosting along your other breast before he laps, then lightly teethes the hardened bud. You let your head tip forward as your hips jolt, a broken moan falling from your lips. Rhett’s head tips up toward you, and the two of you go still as your foreheads knock together. Your tongue sweeps across your lower lip, your heart leaping into your throat as Rhett’s gaze drops to track the movement. His nose nudges yours tenderly, breath ghosting across your mouth. Oh—no—

You lean back again, sliding your hand down between the two of you again. You grin as Rhett presses his bulge up into your palm. You slide your hand up to the jean fastenings, and get so far as popping the top button before Rhett’s hand catches hold of your wrist. You go still in panic, eyes widening a touch. Oh—god, okay. He’s changed his mind, just climb off his lap and apologize— 

“This ain’t about me,” Rhett murmurs. “Lay down.” His tongue pushes across his lips, eyes sweeping your torso again before urging again—"Lay down.” 

You climb off of his lap carefully, scooching back to lay down on the couch. Rhett wastes no time in climbing over you, his fingers making short work of your pants and underwear. You hardly have a chance to catch sight of where he’s thrown them before he’s crowding close again, bowing down over you. You hiss in a nervous breath as his hands grasp your hips, his lips grazing over your belly. 

You’ve managed not to think about this too hard until just now, but as Rhett slots himself between your legs and swipes his thumb over your aching clit, your stomach is a blend of arousal and panic. When you agreed to this, you didn’t think he’d get this close—or if he did, you figured that the lights would at least be off, or you’d be in your bed, something. Not laid out in broad daylight on your couch. Rhett presses a kiss to your hip before he pushes your knee up to bend your leg. You rest your knee against the back of the couch, trying to keep your muscles from going tight and tense with anxiety. He turns his head, lips caressing the inside of your thigh before he rests his forehead against it. You bite your lip, watching him stroke his finger over your plumped, slickening lips. 

You open your mouth to tell Rhett that he doesn’t have to—but you let out a stunned moan as Rhett’s tongue pokes out, swiping over your pussy. Rhett seems to dive in with renewed vigor at the sound, sucking a plush kiss to your cunt. You whine as he laps broadly over you, tongue swirling around your needy clit. You gasp as he tips his head from side to side, grunting against you. You let your leg slide off of the couch as Rhett eases one of his fingers into your tight, pulsing hole. 

“Oh, god,” You breathe, hands tightening on the couch cushions. 

“Hell, sweetpea,” Rhett groans, easing another finger in and curling them. “You do need it bad, dontchya.” 

You can’t even find it in yourself to sass back; you just nod as you push your hips down against him. 

“That’s it…Fuck.” He leans back in, sucking your clit between his lips. Your hips jolt at the sensation, your hand flying down to grasp at Rhett’s hair. He moans against you, sucking your clit in short bursts, his fingers fucking into you with the same speed. Your pussy throbs around his fingers, your grip in his hair tightening as he flicks his tongue rapidly over you. 

“Rhett,” You murmur. 

“Mm?” He tips his chin up. You're briefly taken aback by the sight of him—of the darkness of his typically bright eyes, and the way his lips and chin are shining with your juices. 

“Can I—” You swallow thickly, trying to weigh your words. “I want…” 

“Whaddaya want, sweetpea? Hmm? Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.” 

--  

He’d looked stunned ever since you asked, and it had been sort of adorable to watch him scramble up to get his pants off—to see his typically pristine belt buckle smeared with you. You’d almost teased him, asked if he’d been happy that you’d made such a fuss over his damn boots, that it was one less thing that he had to take off. Still, you couldn’t gripe with him now—not with the way he’s grasping himself, and teasing his cockhead up and down your weeping slit. 

“That what you wanted?” He murmurs. “That—that makin’ you feel good?” 

“Is it making you feel good?” 

“Told you, this ain’t about me.” 

“Maybe I want it to be, a little,” You admit guardedly. Rhett’s gaze flickers to your face, a sweet smile pulling at his lips. 

“Just a little?” He repeats. He lets go of his dick, bracing his hands on either side of your head and leaning down over you. “Could’ve fooled me, sweetpea.” 

You can’t help but pout, averting your gaze as Rhett presses a sweet kiss to your cheek. Despite your nerves, you curl your arms around his shoulders and bend your knees, squeezing his hips gently as he grinds down against you. You can’t help your little whines and moans as the head of his dick catches against your clit. You think you could cum just like this—with Rhett pressed close, with his soft groans in your ear, and his chest pressed to yours, but—

The two of you go completely still as his cock slots against your opening. Your heart pounds in your ears; your breath catches in your throat. You can hear Rhett’s fingers tightening against the arm of the couch. 

“We said we wouldn’t,” He mumbles. 

“I know.” 

“We can stop.” 

“...I know.” 

You bite your lip, turning your head toward Rhett. You catch on his tight jaw, and the strain of his muscles as he holds himself up, and holds himself back. You tighten your knees around Rhett, canting your hips up a little. Your eyelids flutter as his cock sinks into you just a bit more. 

“Or we could keep going?” You offer. Rhett growls, head dropping to your shoulder. The sound of his voice, so low and so close, is electrifying. 

“Are you sure?” 

You arch your back up, tightening around his cock. 

“Please?” You murmur. 

“Goddamn, sweetpea. Say it again.”

“Please.” 

“Again.” 

“Please, Rhett? Please fuck me?” 

Rhett spits a swear against your skin, his hand slipping down to hike your leg higher around his hip. You let your head fall back against the pillow as he thrusts into you, seating himself fully. The press and stretch of his cock makes your eyes roll back into your head, your mouth dropping open with a gasp. 

“Fuck,” You whimper as Rhett’s hips push fully against yours. You turn your head, taking his earlobe between your teeth and giving it a gentle tug. You grin as his hips stutter against yours, and giggle as he nips your shoulder in retaliation. You press up against Rhett, meeting him thrust for thrust as he begins to pump into you steadily. You can feel yourself beginning to heat up between Rhett’s thrusts and the warmth of the couch cushions. Rhett rests his forehead against yours, gentle moans warming against your lips. You shiver, raising your hands and curling them in his hair. The two of you share heated, heady breaths. Each of you leans in just a touch, lips brushing, but never pressing or covering. 

“We said we wouldn’t,” You mumble weakly. 

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to, sweetpea.” Rhett’s tongue flickers out across his lips, and you’re wracked with a shiver as the tip brushes your cupid’s bow. 

“Do you want to?” 

“Honestly?” 

“Mm—Mhm?” 

“I’ve been dyin’ to.” 

You can’t help but smile. You tip your chin up, teasing the tip of your tongue along the seam of Rhett’s lips to entice him. He opens his mouth wider in a moan, swirling his tongue around yours. His hands slip up under your shoulders, cradling your head tenderly as you ravish one another’s mouths. You whimper softly as his thrusts become slower, and as his thrusts become deeper, and longer. He draws his lips from yours with a slick suck, a string of spit connecting the two of you until Rhett sweeps his tongue across your lips. 

You suck in a breath as you feel the familiar cloying, coiling feeling in your stomach—like a cord being wound tighter and tighter. You cling tightly to Rhett, jaw quivering as the feeling swells. 

“Rhett,” You warn softly. 

“Yeah?” He smiles. “Go on—Fuck, let me feel it, sweetpea.” 

You lean up, whining against his lips. You dig your nails into his shoulders as he coaxes that feeling to the surface. You cum with a whimper of Rhett’s name, your voice high and keening out of your throat. Rhett growls into your shoulder, easing out of you even as your cunt clutches at him. You tip your head down as he grasps his cock, jerking himself over you. You watch, stunned, as his cum shoots across your belly. The room is quiet for a few moments, save for the sounds of you and Rhett catching your breath. It’s a moment before Rhett is reaching down, taking up his shirt and gently swiping the cum from your stomach. Then he drops his shirt on the floor again, wriggling against the back of the couch and cuddling up beside you. 

Rhett curls his arm around your middle, nuzzling against your shoulder. Your heart is still thudding in your chest; the sweat on your body is beginning to cool; the embarrassment is beginning to rush in. 

“...Did we keep any of my rules?” You ask after a moment, eyes set stalwartly on the ceiling. 

“...We didn’t make it weird.” 

“True,” You nod. “Yeah…And neither of us asked to stop.” 

“We could’ve.” 

“We could’ve! We could’ve.” 

“...I didn’t want to….At any point. Did you?”

“Nope, can’t say I did.” 

You reach down after a moment, running your knuckles along his jaw. 

“...You can’t sleep over, though,” You warn. 

“You gonna send me to sleep in my car?” He pouts up at you. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” 

“I’m usually fucked up, not fucked out.” 

“Oh my god,” You groan, scrubbing your hand over your face. “Never say that to me again.” 

“Alright, no staying over, but can we still eat together? I’m hungry,” Rhett grumbles, draping his arm and leg over you. “You want pizza or somethin’?” 

“Whatever.” 

“...And that means…?” 

“It’s a yes this time.”

[riptide-kid]

Domestic December 2023 - Day 30 Sock skating on the floor

Pairing: Dew x Phantom

Summary: Phantom discovers that the floors of their quarters are perfect for sock skating. Of course he has to show Dew.

Warnings: -

Words: ~ 600

Notes: -

You can also read this on Ao3!

“Dew? DEW!!!” Phantom called from the hallway. It wasn’t the first time he was so excited about something, as he was still getting adjusted to living topside. Of course Dew loved him, but sometimes his easily excitable nature was a bit much, especially when he called for Dew about 47 times a day and the fire ghoul just wanted to have some time by himself.

“DEEEW!!!” Phantom shouted again, right as Dew opened his door.

“Whaaat???” he called back, on the verge of being annoyed, as Phantom slid across the smooth hallway floor in his socks, sliding right into Dew, almost making him topple over.

“Oh. Sorry!!” he grinned widely as they held onto each other tightly, Dew narrowing his eyes at him, but Phantom was just too excited to let this affect him. “Look!!!” he said, removing himself from Dew and putting up one foot, pointing at his socks. Cumulus had gifted each of them a pair of knitted socks for the holidays, and Phantom loved them so much, he hadn’t taken them off since.

“Look!!!” he repeated, taking a run-up and sliding across almost the entire length of the hallway, only wobbling a little and extending his arms to keep some sort of balance.

Dew had to admit, it was almost kind of impressive how far he got. He had almost made it the entire way to the kitchen, all the way down.

Phantom turned around and slid back towards Dew, still grinning. “You have to try it!!”

Dew smiled slightly at his excitement. “I don’t think so bug,” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Come on!! It’s fun!” Phantom pleaded.

Dew sighed. “No, I-“

“Come oooon!” he insisted. “I bet you can’t even get as far as two doors down.”

That last statement made Dew’s ears twitch, and right then, Phantom knew he had him. Dew was nothing if not competitive, and Phantom had learned that he could push him even further to get what he wanted.

“I bet you can’t even get ONE door down!!!”

Dew was already stomping off into his room, getting the socks he had gotten from Cumulus as well, and put them on.

“I BET I can get all the way down to the end of the hallway, on my first try!” he boasted.

Phantom sat down on the floor, crossing his legs and grinning up at the other ghoul. “Then show me!”

Dew started running and slid all across the floor. This wasn’t as easy as he had anticipated, he struggled to keep his balance, and soon noticed that he had taken on way too much speed. He had totally miscalculated how slippery the floor was in these socks. He’d definitely crash into the wall when-

Rain had just made himself a cup of green tea, like every afternoon. Especially during the colder months, he basically lived off that stuff and he had finally got himself out of the warmth of his room to make one. He was just getting out of the kitchen, steaming mug in his hand.

In the last second, Dew managed to turn away, sliding right into the wall and falling flat down, all but hitting his head on the floor.

“What the hell, Dew?” Rain looked down at him, taking a sip of his tea. “I almost dropped my cup!”

They both looked back to the other side of the hallway, where Phantom was laughing hysterically.

Dew shouted back at him, “SHUT UP!!!”

[separatist-apologist]

The Fire Won't Burn Me

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

for @elucienweekofficial

Summary: Princess Elain Archeron wants nothing more than to be reunited with her missing youngest sister and to see her father finally emerge from the fog of grief he's been living under since her mother died. When her step mother arranges for her older sister to fetch her youngest to celebrate Elain's impending engagement to a neighboring prince, it seems like she'll get her wish. That is, until her father's fearsome huntsman steps in and wrecks it all. Now she's on the run, hiding in the forest to keep herself- and her heart- intact.

In her quest to understand why someone would want her heart carved from her chest, Elain will have to reconcile what it means to truly be the fairest of them all

Read on AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

With Lucien gone, it didn’t take Elain long to slip back into her usual routine. She cleaned up the uneaten food from the night before, privately lamenting the waste. If she’d had known…if she had known, she’d have made nothing at all. She ate some of it after Lucien vanished in the woods without a second look back. Elain didn’t know why the sight of his retreating back made her so uneasy.

She’d heard stories of men who, when they’d gotten what they wanted, left and never returned. That wasn’t Lucien—she knew it wasn’t. And still, Elain’s discomfort remained no matter how many times she ran her thumb over the delicate pearl banded against her finger. 

With the cottage clean, Elain took herself outside to put feed out for the birds and then she’d start dinner. By the time she finished, Lucien would be on his way back and stomping snow all over her freshly washed floors. Elain smiled at the thought, rubbing at her chest in an attempt to ease the ache. 

“Hello!”

A cheerful voice cut through the snowy cold. Elain turned, surprised to see a rather sweet older woman, hunched beneath a cloak…and a basket of apples in hand. Elain had always assumed those apples were coming from Jurian. Her heart swelled when she realized someone from the village had been trekking out all this way just to give her something.

“Oh, hi! Please, let me take that from you.”

“You’re too sweet.” Upon closer inspection, the woman, who was several inches shorter than the already small Elain, had the strangest colored eyes. While the rest of her was lined with age, her eyes were coal black and bright as jewels. Gray hair tumbled around her shoulders, neatly curled and brushed. Her cloak slithered along the ground, fraying at the edges but clearly fine material.

Elain’s unease heightened. A silly thing, given the woman smiling before her with those yellowing teeth didn’t seem capable of harming a fly, let alone Elain.

“Please, come in from the cold,” Elain offered, even though she knew she shouldn’t. It was just…what kind of monster sent a sweet old lady back into the snow after she’d come all this way with a gift? The least Elain could do was let her rest her feet by the fire and make her something to eat.

“I would like that.”

Elain held the door open while the woman hobbled in, favoring one leg over the other. She was harmless, and Elain was just jumpy. Lucien was going to return, they would be married, and everything would be okay. He’d take her away, would help her figure out how to save Nesta from the enchanted sleep she was under. Everything was going to be okay.

He loved her. He loved her and she knew that, so what was she so worried about? Elain hurried forward, gripping the woman by her elbow until she collapsed to the couch.

“Thank you. I’m not as spry as I once was,” she groaned, rubbing slow circles against knees hidden under a jewel green dress. “You’ll understand that someday.”

Elain busied herself in the kitchen, smiling at the thought. “If I’m lucky.”

There was a pause between Elain filling the sink to wash her apples. She’d never seen such perfect fruit. Not one blemish, not a bruise or even a bug. They bobbed in the water, clear when there should have been dirt. 

“You think it's lucky to age?” Elain’s visitor asked, curiosity lacing her voice. “I think it's a curse.”

Considering Elain had narrowly escaped having her heart carved from her body, she nodded. “Yes, I think it would be very lucky to live a long life.”

“We’ll see how you feel when you’re my age.”

“Surely it can’t be that bad,” Elain said with a smile, plucking an apple from the water to wipe on the front of her apron. “You’ve had a long, lovely life, right?”

“A very long life,” she replied, cocking her head to watch Elain. Unconcerned, Elain bit into the fruit, delighted by the candy-like sweetness that flooded her mouth. For a moment, it was utter bliss. It might have been the best thing she’d ever tasted. Elain turned to the sink, thinking that she’d made tarts for Lucien, who would likely die over the loveliness of the apples.

Elain swallowed thickly, surprised by how coated her throat felt. How sticky her senses had become. Gripping the edge of the sink, Elain forced a breath through her nose. 

“Trouble, darling?”

Elain’s blood ran cold. She knew that voice. Turning, she found the old woman gone—replaced by her stepmother sitting on her little, ragged couch like her surroundings were beneath her. Elain swallowed.

“What—” Talking had become difficult. “What did you do?”

“I should have known not to trust a man. They’re so terribly shallow. Stupid creatures, I find. They only think with…well…I’m sure you know by now, judging by that pretty little ring on your finger. How funny,” she mused, rising from her place beside the fire to watch Elain with bright, clinical interest. Elain was struggling not just to breathe, but to keep her thoughts logical—it felt as if everything was slowing. 

Poison. 

“You ran from one prince straight into the arms of another. How relieved you must have been, knowing you weren’t falling in love with some poor…oh.”

Amarantha’s delight seemed so out of place with the choking sound coming from Elain’s throat. Prince? Lucien wasn’t a prince. Sure, he had good manners but she’d just assumed that came from his close proximity to the palace. 

“He didn’t tell you. Delicious. Oh, darling, don’t look so miserable. Men are notorious liars. Even a Prince of Avalon…or especially a Prince of Avalon. That would be his fathers doing. I just assumed he must have told you, given he was trying to raise an army on your behalf. Poor, pathetic Elain. No one cares about you enough to tell you the truth.”

Elain’s knees buckled. Lucien. Lucien, who’d proposed, who’d promised to help her find Elain, had been trying to gather an army for her? She blinked away a tear Amarantha misread as hurt. It was such a Lucien thing to do, working quietly behind the scenes…likely agonizing over a secret she never would have cared about.

After all, her plan had always been to marry a Prince from Avalon, should everything fail.

Amarantha crouched before Elain on the floor, gripping her chin so tight her nails pricked beneath Elain’s skin. “Are you hoping for death? You should have taken it when I offered. Now I have to punish you and I so hate to see you suffer. Instead of a quick, merciful death, you will suffer just as your sister is.”

Elain slumped further, her body becoming rigid. Her breathing was slowing, vision spotty. Still, she could hear Amarantha’s whispered words, could feel her fingers drawing blood from Elain’s cheeks. 

“I hope you enjoy this enchanted sleep. And I hope you enjoy it more knowing that there is someone who could save you—your true love is a prince, after all, and curses are so terribly specific. And while you wait for him, I want you to remember that I’ve sent him back to his father who will almost certainly kill him before little Lucien can ever reach you. For the rest of your long, immortal life, men will try and break your pretty little spell, and all of them will fail. Your true love will be rotting with the worms. Sleep well, sweet princess.”

Elain shuddered, eyes closing. It was hell to hear Amarantha’s horrible, ugly laugh. Her words bounced around Elain’s skull, doing the opposite of what they’d intended. If Amarantha hadn’t killed Lucien outright—and if she didn’t go back and do it now—Elain knew with absolute certainty that Lucien would find his way back to her. 

Maybe Amarantha had won this round, but she wouldn’t win the war. Nesta was alive, too—and her curse could be broken. They’d find Feyre, they’d return, and together they’d kill her. Elain felt herself smile. It was her last little rebellion before the world around her shuttered into total darkness, leaving her immobilized with nothing but her dreams to keep her company.

Dreams of Lucien.

And of love.

LUCIEN:

“If you’ve come to kill me, you can get in fucking line,” Lucien snarled at his brother, pulling his knife from his boot. Eris laughed, head thrown back with amusement. 

“Kill you? Lucien, we’re brothers. I’ve come to rescue you—”

“By taking me back to father?” Lucien demanded. Behind him, Vassa shifted with curiosity, not nearly as afraid as she ought to be. Eris dropped his hand to hold it in front of him as a sign of surrender. 

“If your queen asks…yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“To what end?”

“You’re my brother and I never hated you,” Eris said in a clipped, almost cold tone. “And Beron is dead, which your ruler doesn’t seem to be aware of. So I’m taking you into my own custody, where you will be safe—”

“I need to get my wife,” Lucien interrupted, ignoring the huff of indignant air from behind him. “And I want you to promise Vassa sanctuary, too.”

“If we leave right now, that’s a possibility. Otherwise I’m taking you with me and she can rot. No offense.”

“None taken,” Vassa said sweetly, offering Eris her middle finger all the same. “After you, King Vanserra.”

Eris muttered something that was distinctly unkind, though Lucien didn’t care. Not when the door was wide open and he was leaving, not staying. It seemed too much to hope for that they wouldn’t have to fight their way out, but in the end, Lucien was given a hand sword and Vassa his hunting knife, and the three butchered their way through the halls until the sleek, onyx floors were slippery with blood. No Amarantha, and no sign of the king, either, which was just as well. Lucien was getting Elain and taking her straight to Avalon.

“With me,” Eris panted, his regal face dotted red from the carnage. “I have horses.”

“I don’t need a horse,” Lucien retorted, taking off for the woods. Snow was falling around him, dotting the landscape with pristine white powder. Behind him, Lucien heard Vassa yell his name with exasperation, but he simply didn’t care. He knew the way and could get there faster on foot.

It was stupid, given night was falling faster than his legs could carry him, and the woods were dangerous in the dark. No one knew that better than Lucien, who’d laid awake on more than one occasion listening to the animals bray and the poachers scream for mercy or help. None of which was available. 

If he’d been smart, he would have gone back, bunked down for the night, and gone back in the morning. He couldn’t let Amarantha finish whatever she’d started. If he gave her any opportunity, he knew he’d lose Elain forever. So Lucien ran, praying to any god that might be listening for swift feet and a clear path through the ankle deep snow. 

The moon was glittering high above the sky, bright despite the moody clouds filtering past, by the time Lucien reached Elain’s front door. He pushed it open, heart thudding loudly in his chest.

“Elain?”

“She’s not here.” Jurian’s gruff voice betrayed his grief, and Elain’s shattered furniture betrayed his rage.

“Where is she?”

“Hidden,” Jurian replied, wiping his eyes covertly. “That bitch came back looking for her and I…she’s not dead. Just asleep.”

“I need to see her,” Lucien breathed, coming closer to his friend. “Please.”

“And if you can’t break whatever curse she’s under? What then?” Jurian demanded. 

“At least I tried. And if I fail, I’ll keep trying. I—”

But Jurian clapped his hand on Lucien’s shoulder, keeping him steady. “If you wake her, you take her far away from this place, prince.”

Jurian had kept that secret when he could have made a fortune betraying Lucien. It had always been unspoken between them, just as Elain’s identity had remained another of Jurian’s secrets. Lucien took a breath, waiting for Jurian to agree to what he’d say next.

“Come with me. With us. She’ll need people she can trust.”

Jurian scoffed. “To Avalon? And do what? Wipe my ass with your gold leaf paper?”

Lucien fought down a smile. “If that's what you want. I don’t care what you do, so long as you keep my wife safe.”

Jurian nodded his head. “Alright. The kings wages are paltry, anyway. I assume your father pays better?”

Lucien did smile a little, then. “Dead. But I’m sure my brother could be persuaded.” “He could not,” panted Eris, his face red from exertion. Beside him, Vassa shoved in, still filthy from the cell. Jurian hesitated for maybe the first time in his life, brown eyes wide with a mix of anger and concern.

“What…what happened to you?”

“Nothing I didn’t sort out,” she replied glibly, blue eyes shining with something Lucien thought he didn’t want to see any more of. Not right now, in this cottage that had once felt like home to him. Amarantha’s singular talent was ruining everything she touched, the utter opposite of Elains.

“Well,” Jurian said, his gruffness returning to his voice even has color rose in his cheeks, “let's see if true love prevails this time.”

Lucien didn’t dare look at his brother, nor did he pay Vassa any mind when she fell into step beside Jurian, who was likely to tell Lucien to go fuck himself if the princess offered him a place in her court.

Assuming she even had a court. For all they knew, Amarantha had swept in and destroyed everything, leaving Vassa a princess without a kingdom. Maybe Eris would give her a place to stay, too. Avalon was mighty—it could not be broken by the small territory of Ellesmere, even if their queen was a witch. 

And there was the matter of Velaris, and their missing prince. If Lucien could find him, they could combine their forces and destroy Amarantha on an even playing field. He could give Elain her crown even if he couldn’t give her anything else.

There was also the possibility that she didn’t even want him. When she learned he’d been lying to her this whole time, Lucien worried she’d give him back his ring and choose a new path—without him. That was a different, more personal sort of hell and one he would accept if he had to.

Jurian took them back toward the palace and the workshop he also lived in. There, just outside glowing in the bright moonlight, lay a coffin made of glass—and Elain lying utterly still just inside.

“Where did you find such a thing?” Eris demanded, not willing to get any closer than he had to. Eris was absurd, in his fine, navy jacket embroidered in real, gold thread and his immaculate white pants. Truly, if any prince here ought to be Elain’s true love, it was his brother.

But Eris was a king, and Lucien supposed that disqualified him. And Elain loved him—or she had, once. Maybe she didn’t anymore, too betrayed by his deceit and disappointed by his inability to protect her when she’d needed it most.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to, Lord Vanserra.”

Vassa’s giggles punctuated Jurian’s snide response. Lucien tuned them out, walking through the freezing snow toward Elain. She was so impossibly beautiful like this—her porcelain skin unblemished, cheeks rosy from the cold. Ruby red lips were slightly parted, tilted at the corners as though she’d thought of some secret that was amusing only to her. Even her golden brown hair was curled sweetly over her shoulders. She might have been asleep were it not for the lack of breath fogging the glass. 

A memory floated through Lucien’s mind, unbidden. Amarantha’s words into her mirror so long ago. 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who is the fairest of them all? 

So much suffering, all in the name of jealousy. Elain couldn’t help what she was—she couldn’t help the radiating beauty that robbed Lucien of breath and reason. But she could help how kind she was. Her generous spirit, her willingness to care about people and creatures no one else did. Jurian and Vassa were a testament to that, surely.

And himself. She should have stabbed him in the gut for what he’d tried to do and instead…instead his ring was still on her finger, resting softly against her stomach. With reverence, Lucien pushed the glass lid off the coffin and knelt beside it so he was eye level with her.

Please let this work, he prayed silently. 

“I love you,” he breathed, heart fluttering wildly. Lucien pressed his lips to hers, shocked by the firm cold that greeted him. He had no idea how long he was supposed to hold himself here, though kissing a corpse felt so distinctly wrong that his instinct was to jerk back and figure something else out.

Lucien did pull away when he felt her warm breath fan across his face. Elain’s dark lashes fluttered against her cheek, blinking up at him with those sweet, trusting doe eyes. She leaned up, sitting in the cold to glance around her in the dark. 

Lucien couldn’t help his choked laugh, hating the tears that were gathering at the corner of his eyes. Elain cupped his face in her hand, searching his expression.

“Took you long enough,” she breathed. “Prince Lucien.”

Air huffed out of him in a rush, silenced when she kissed him again—with passion and feel and life. From behind him, Jurian mumbled, “Okay, alright, that's enough of that.”

“It’s not enough,” he murmured, thumb stroking soft, cold skin. “It will never be enough.”

“Get me out of here, Lucien.”

Lucien’s grin threatened to split his face. “Whatever you say, princess.”

Six months later:

The heat of Summer, once miserable in Ellesmere, was perfectly pleasant in Avalon. Elain had become accustomed to the coolness emanating from the mountains at the border between Eris’s realm and Velaris which was, to Elain’s understanding, still missing their king. Her own realm was wholly governed by her stepmother, the youthful and beautiful Amarantha that couldn’t claim there wasn’t a contender for the throne she sat on.

Because it belonged Elain, and her husband, Prince Lucien of Avalon. Amarantha had welcomed Elain back, having conquered Scythia and making Vassa an exile of her own home, which only convinced Elain it was better to stay put where she was safe and merely condemn the pretender to her family’s home. 

Not, at least, until she was certain her sisters were safe. Nesta was still missing, though Eris had sent out several soldiers to brave the Illyrian wilds looking for wherever Amarantha had hidden her.

Not one had returned. 

This day, however, Elain had been told to dress well by Eris himself who was frustrating at times, but tolerable. Better than tolerable—he was becoming family. He didn’t have to hide her. Not when Amarantha had used whatever magic on her father to send him to their doorstep, furious and purple with rage over her marriage to Lucien. And Graysen’s kingdom was up in arms over the princess he’d been promised running off with the disgraced, bastard son of another territory.

None of it mattered. Elain put on a buttery yellow dress and swept her hair off her face while servants fussed and primped, turning her back into the only princess Avalon had seen in nearly five centuries. Elain had become much too wild, taking to the woods with Jurian every opportunity she got. He was teaching her to track, and she was teaching him to grow. Already, Elain’s garden was expansive, spreading across the once immaculate lawn while Lucien beat off frustrated groundskeepers desperate to restore the order.

They’d pry Elain’s colony of bees from her cold, dead hands. 

And Lucien’s soft, warm lips, if it ever came back to that. For now, Lucien kept his sword on his belt, one hand resting against the hilt anytime someone so much as raised their voice in her direction. As if she couldn’t handle herself, given his brothers had begun covertly showing her to use a dagger.

Just in case, they said. 

“What is all the fuss today? Did Eris get a new tunic he wants to show us?”

Lucien, waiting in the expansive, well-lit hall, smiled brightly. “No, nothing like that.”

“A new crown, then. Like last month when that diplomat brought him the ruby one? He preened like a peacock for days.”

“I think that was for the benefit of the man's scullery maid, between you and I—”

“She was not a scullery maid and I wish you would stop calling her that. She is his daughter who is clearly being treated poorly because his wife is jealous.”

“He introduced her to us as their traveling maid—”

“She had his eyes—”

“I don’t want to argue with you. Eris wanted her attention and I don’t think he got it. This has nothing to do with my brother for once and everything to do with my wife.”

Pleasure curled through her at the possessive lilt in his voice. Elain would never be tired of hearing him refer to her as his wife. Especially not when he looked at her with those smoldering eyes that promised he’d pay her much closer attention just the second they were alone. 

“What have I done this time? Is it the sunflowers? Because I refuse to cull them—”

The doors the throne room were pulled open by two guards dressed in the red and white uniform of Avalon, revealing a sight Elain had never expected to see. There, in the middle of the room, stood Feyre Archeron. Her hair was shorter than Elain remembered, cut just to her shoulders. Her eyes, though, were just as blue and starry as Elain recalled, and when she halted, drinking in the sight of this adult woman, Feyre’s face cracked into a relieved smile.

“So it's true, then,” Feyre breathed.

“You’re alive.”

Elain hadn’t truly believed Feyre was. Surely Amarantha couldn’t be so sloppy as to leave two of them standing among the living. Nesta, too, was alive somewhere. Elain took a step, and then another, laughing at first before she dissolved into tears. Feyre, too, met her in the middle of the open room, flinging her arms around Elain.

“Where were you?” Elain asked, burying her face in the pretty, purple dress her sister wore. Behind her, a tall, muscular man with inky black hair watched the pair with open curiosity. His black and silver tunic was cut closely to his body, and a matching crown of stars sat casually against his brow. Violet-blue eyes tracked her sister and though he wore no weapon Elain could see, she guessed it was hidden somewhere on his person. 

“It’s a long story,” Feyre said with a sweet laugh. “I’ll tell you everything just as soon as I can. I’ve come to beg your king for a favor.”

Eris, sitting on his throne, arched his brow. “I’ve already told you—I’m no longer a prince.”

“But your brothers are. You have three, which is more than any other province has,” Feyre turned, wiping her eyes quickly on his sleeve.

Eris opened his mouth to deny her, causing Elain to step beside her sister. Arms crossed over her chest, she asked, “You’d tell her no?”

Eris blanched. “I…merely question the wisdom of traipsing through the Illryian wilderness with three of my brothers all to try and wake a princess who is rumored to be guarded by a fucking dragon.”

“Don’t take that language,” Elain snapped, though she turned again to Feyre. “You’ve found Nesta?”

“Yes. Well…Rhys has. His brother was with her right before she was cursed and has been trying to get through her. She’s guarded by more than a dragon. A great forest of brambles blocks the way to her. He cuts it down every day, and every evening it grows back twice as thick.”

“But he’s still there?” Elain questioned. Why doesn’t he wake her, then? 

“If he’s anything, hes a bastard prince,” Rhys chimed in, looking toward Lucien. “But without the crown.

“So just a bastard, then?” Eris asked in that silky voice of his. It was tempting to throw the woman from before in his face—the girl with the blonde hair and the soft, sad green eyes. Would Eris be so disparaging if it were her trapped behind brambles? Would it matter, then? 

Though, perhaps it would—Eris was still here on his throne, the picture of a bored prince and that girl had likely gone home to scrubbing floors and dodging boots. “I am being asked an awful lot of my neighbors who have done very little for me.”

“My circumstances were complicated,” Rhys gritted out.

“Oh, so I’ve heard. Living as a thief, all these years, were you? Did true love turn you around—”

“Eris!” Elain snapped. Lucien’s fingers ghosted over her elbow, steadying her when all she wanted was to march up the marble steps of that dais and strangle Eris until he agreed. “We’re family. That includes Nesta. And a witch marching into neighboring kingdoms is bad for you, too. One day she’ll have an army to outmatch yours.”

“And I’ll stand by you with my own,” Rhys added, straightening his spine the way another king might, “if you agree to do this for my wife. And if you don't...well...I have her frying pan at the ready. She can be quite persuasive with it, isn't that right, darling? ”

Wife.

Elain had missed the silver and blue ring sitting on her sisters finger. A prince turned thief seemed exactly the sort of man Elain could imagine for Feyre, who, admittedly, she barely knew anymore. There was no mistaking the shining love between them, though. And if this is what it took to get Nesta back, Elain didn’t care how it came about. After all, she’d fallen in love with a prince turned huntsman, hadn’t she? 

“Fine,” Eris gritted out, looking only at Elain. “But you will remain exactly where you are. I won’t risk you.”

She expected that, though it was obnoxious all the same. All eyes fell on her again, and the softly rounded stomach just barely peeking beneath the fabric of her dress. Lucien, too, seemed to relax when he realized Elain would remain in Avalon, guarded and protected.

“Fine. So long as you give the man trying to rescue my sister whatever she needs with minimal insults.”

Eris considered this before nodding. “I’ll see it done, princess.”

There were a million things Elain needed to say—questions she had, words left unspoken for far too long. All of it would wait until Nesta was returned to them, and Amarantha was dead once and for all. Feyre was already moving out of the room, Rhys at her side. A promise was made to talk before they left, of which Elain intended to uphold. 

But for the moment, she was alone again with Lucien, standing on the balcony overlooking her garden. “The nightmare is almost over.”

Elain nodded, elbows braced on the marble banister. Far beneath her, summer blooms swayed against a jasmine scented breeze. “It hasn’t been a nightmare for a long time. I feel selfish admitting that, but…”

But Lucien chasing her into the woods was still the best thing that had ever happened to her. Lucien pressed a kiss to her temple. “Eris will send soldiers and my brothers. Nesta will be safe. Feyre has promised her sanctuary in Velaris, too.”

“Is it enough? Avalon and Velaris—”

“And Illyria, if what Rhys says is true. Bastard prince or not, it seems whoever this man is, he’s able to unite the warring tribes. And if Vassa and Jurian could get a foothold back in Scythia and unite her fractured court…yes, I think it would be more than enough.”

“Then do whatever it takes,” Elain told him, turning to face her husband fully. “I don’t want our baby growing up in a world where Amarantha draws breath.”

Lucien smiled, threading his fingers through her hair so he might bring her closer. “Shall I bring you her heart in a box?”

It was disgusting. Horrifically cruel, the sort of thing only a monster would demand. And yet Elain knew Lucien would do it if she wanted—with pleasure, given the emboldened look on his face.

“Yes. I think I would like that a lot.”

“Consider it done, princess.”

Leaning up on her tiptoes, Elain pressed a kiss to his mouth. “You’ll stay with me, too?”

“You couldn’t pay me any sum of money to venture into Illyria. I’ll leave that to my brothers and whoever this foolish man is.”

Elain took a breath. “So long as my family is nearly free.”

“We are so close, Elain.”

Elain inclined her head, brushing her fingers over the trio of scars running down his face. “You and I have been free since we found each other. I trust that above all else.”

Lucien smiled in return. “Oh, I am well aware.”

It would have been a lie to say they lived happily ever after from that first moment. Elain knew there would be more to come—danger and magic, all threatening to burst the shimmering bubble they’d created for themselves.

But for a moment, right then, it certainly felt happy.

It was the start of forever.

[a-reading-dreamer]

Color of Pain [Susie fnaf story]

A story about the day Susie died.

! I have not read the fnaf books and it‘s been a while since I have played the games, so this is just a story that came to my mind I apologise if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know them !

The little girl had always loved to draw. In the brightest colours that reflected the world as she had always seen it through her childish eyes. Not only did this bring her immense happiness during her lifetime, she also always made her family smile with these colourful works. Wherever they were hung in the house, they left a spark of joy, a part of Susie that would always live on.

On this day too, she sat at her desk, surrounded by crumpled paper, coloured pens and all sorts of other things that allowed her to make her world more beautiful. Concentrating, she completed the last lines of her artwork before letting the pencil slip from her hands and looking at the picture of the dog with satisfaction. Just at the moment her mum called her to leave.

The little girl quickly jumped from her chair, put on her new yellow jacket and folded up the paper before stuffing it into her bag. With excitement, she hugged her teddy bear goodbye before placing it on her bedside table. Right next to the cupcake she had stolen from the kitchen that morning to eat later. "Make sure nobody eats it." were the last words she said to her stuffed bear before leaving her room. Not realising that she had just closed the door to her nursery for the last time.

On the drive to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the blonde-haired girl talked cheerfully and vividly about her day. And even if her parents found her behaviour a little strange in view of the fact that Susie's beloved dog had died only a few days ago, they were glad that their daughter had a smile on her lips, as usual. Which grew even bigger when the girl saw her favourite place and quickly led the way for her parents. While the adults took care of ordering the food, Susie followed her plan for today and ran determinedly towards the rabbit that was part of the place, which she was sure would understand her problem and be able to help her, unlike her parents. As she ran, almost tripping over her own feet, she pulled her picture out of her jacket pocket and came to a halt just in front of the rabbit, who was already eyeing her curiously. Fortunately, or perhaps it was her misfortune, she was spared the murder-hungry look in the eyes of the man behind the mask, so she began to talk unaware of the danger before her, unknowing that the next few words would be the bridge to her death sentence.

"That's my dog." She explained, pointing to her carefully crafted picture as if it explained everything before she continued.

"He just ran off a few days ago, but he must be somewhere - he's my best friend." She continued and her smile faded briefly. "You know, my parents say he died but... that can't be true. I know it, but they just won't listen to me Bonnie." The sadness in her voice turned to anger and made her voice seem even higher pitched than it already was, she stomped the floor in frustration for a moment to emphasise her feelings before handing the now slightly crumpled picture to the figure in front of her. "But I know you understand and believe me. So if you see my dog, you have to keep him here so that I can take him home with me next time." The small nod of her counterpartner was enough of an answer Susie needed, to pay attention to different things. Naturaly her mind was always focused on something new in the blink of an eye, so she went to play with other children together with Freddy and Bonnie.

To fast for her her father called her to dinner just before she ran off, Bonnie turned to her to give her some last words before she would go to eat “Just stay near. I am sure we’ll find your dog“ and with that said the girl, gripped by new hope, ran joyfully away from the arms of the evil one, for now.

The food had tasted particularly good that day and she would have loved to try everything from every plate. It was almost impossible to pick out the best flavours from all of them, but in the end she was full and satisfied. But that didn't stop her from playing a little while her parents talked to other adults about things that didn't interest her anyway. She had just decided to paint a picture of the colourful place next, which always brought her so much joy because it was always fun and had great food on top, when the rabbit joined her again. They were standing apart from everyone else when the disguised William began to speak. "I've found your dog, come with me."

No one noticed how the little girl disappeared into one of the back rooms with the rabbit, full of excitement. And so they were spared the heartbreaking sight of her looking around the room in confusion and seeing no dog, just something big and yellow in a corner.

The smaller girl squinted her eyes to get a better look around in the darkness, still hoping to catch sight of her beloved pet. She didn't even notice what was happening behind her as William slowly closed the door. The rustling only caught the girl's attention when she saw something light-coloured fall to the floor in the corner of her eye: her picture.

"You dropped that," she realised and crouched down to pick up the piece of paper.

"You stupid girl, your dog is dead." were the last words she would hear in her life and sadness mixed with anger again as she angryly wanted to shout "no!" However, the word choked on her scream as she felt the stab through her back and stomach. The last thing she saw was the colour of her blood slowly staining her image.

The colour that would have reflected her pain in any other of her paintings had it not been for the black nothingness that was slowly taking her. If only that was were she could stay, but the evil that took her life from her was just the beginning of something bigger, of more tortures she would have to go through because of William.

[gimmie-a-sammich]

To Rule Them All | Chapter 2 | Wake Up

Pairing: Idol!Ateez/???!Ateez x Fem!Original Characters

Summary: Alexis is about to have the summer of a lifetime traveling the country with some of her best friends following one of her favorite groups, Ateez. Little do they know, there is more to this group than meets the eye. Take a trip into the dark as they navigate a world unseen.

Genre: (18+ Minors DNI) smut, angst, fluff, supernatural vibes 

Chapter Warning: hauntings, cursing

Word Count: 3.8k

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Time seemed to fly between Christie and I’s hectic schedules and the anticipation for not only the opening show, but for Nikki’s arrival into our cute town. We had finally reached that day and the two of us were running frantically around our own home in preparation to meet Nikki at her new apartment. I was running behind, per usual, and it was up to Christie to get me back on schedule. 

“Alexis, love, she’s less than thirty minutes out. So respectfully, I need you to get your ass in gear,” Christie shouted.

I rolled my eyes. “If SOMEONE hadn’t decided that we needed to binge watch Food Wars all night, maybe I wouldn’t have needed to sleep in,” I yelled back.

Truth be told, even without staying up until 2am watching one of Christie’s favorite animes, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway. Austin was relentless, finding every single way he could to get a hold of me. Even without the endless harassment, I was barely sleeping again, constantly feeling like eyes were on me.

I did a final once over in the mirror. My hair wasn’t cooperating what so ever and I swear I had redone my messy bun at a minimum of ten times. Clearly, it was going to have a mind of its own today, but with the schedule of events how I looked did not matter in the slightest. I grabbed one of my favorite crewnecks out of my closet, mumbling under my breath, before walking out of my room to face Christie. 

She stood impatiently in the middle of the living room, tapping her foot onto the hardwood floor and clutching two to-go thermoses of coffee in her hands. She thrust one of them out for me, forcing it into my hand as she hurried back into the kitchen to grab a third sitting on the edge of the counter. 

“Do you have everything? Phone? Keys? Wallet?” she called back to me. 

“Yes mom,” I retorted, obnoxiously patting along my body to prove a point, only to realize that my phone was not in the pockets of my shorts nor in my fanny pack. “Well… shit.”

Christie giggled, knowing how frequently I lost my phone. I force played the dreaded sound from my watch, hearing the ding down the hallway from my bedroom.  “Hurry up, I’ll meet you in the car… but you’re driving.” 

I stuck my tongue out at her before stomping towards my room. My phone was resting right on top of my still unmade bed. I picked it up, zipping the device into my bag. I quickly turned to leave once more, trying to hurry to not ensue more of Christie’s wrath when I noticed my closet door ajar. I had sworn that I shut it after collecting my hoodie from within, but it wouldn’t be the first time that my lack of sleep made me forget to do trivial things. 

Christie had already started the car, honking at me while I locked our front door behind me and screaming that Nikki was only ten minutes out. As I jumped into the driver’s seat all I could hear was her incoherent mumbling, something about a speed demon and how it's a miracle she even made it here at all. Lucky for us, Nikki’s apartment complex was an eight minute drive. Christie immediately hooked her phone up to the bluetooth in my car, causing Ateez’s Guerilla to blast through the speakers. 

“So, gameplan?” I asked as I turned down the volume. Christie glared at me, but answered regardless of her annoyance that interrupted one of her favorite songs. 

“Well… moving Nikki today, right?” she said matter of factly as she stated the obvious. “Then, chatting with Adam and Thea sometime after dinner. Tomorrow, depending on how far Nikki is with  unpacking, I thought we could go D1 and D2 shopping since we hadn’t planned those yet. Did I miss anything?” 

I nodded in agreement. “Nah, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t forgetting yet another thing. I’m thinking that outfits for opening weekend need to be on a completely different level… like on par with the looks we have planned for the finale.”

We chatted the rest of the short drive, pulling into the parking lot just before the moving truck and Nikki’s SUV. Nikki’s apartment complex was one of the newer developments in Derby. The outside of the buildings hadn’t been tarnished by the intense Vermont winters and their slate gray color stood out amongst the bright green foliage. It also featured many amenities, including both an indoor and outdoor pool that the three of us could enjoy all year long.  

I swooped into a parking space, hastily turning off the car and making a beeline straight for Nikki. She had barely gotten out of her car before I wrapped my arms around her, clutching her tightly against me. I had accidentally snagged my fingers in her long black hair, causing her to curse me slightly. She must have recently put chunks of blue throughout, because I could see them reflecting beautifully in the bright sunlight.

“Let the poor girl breathe!” Christie laughed as she strolled her way over to us.

I reluctantly untangled myself from Nikki and took a step to the side to allow Christie to hug one of our favorite people. Finally, part of our master plan had been fulfilled now that Nikki was officially in state. One down, two more to go. Unfortunately for us, convincing Adam and Thea to move was more difficult than Nikki, but not something that we were giving up on. 

“I swear, if I was in that damn car for another minute my ass was going to fall off,” Nikki sighed. “And, I’m out of bean water.”

“Lucky for you, we come bearing gifts,” I said as Christie revealed the hidden thermos of coffee that we had brought.

“Oh gods, I love yous!” She exclaimed, grasping for the beverage like she hadn’t seen one in months and took an immediate chug. 

Conversation halted quickly when the movers started lugging Nikki’s furniture and belongings out of the truck, following the three of us up to her new home. Christie and I had each taken some of the smaller items from Nikki’s SUV, while she toted up the cat carrier containing a very loud, very annoyed, Zelda. 

Nikki maneuvered her keys into the lock of apartment 3D, swinging the door open so we could begin the mission at hand. Her apartment had so much potential. It was a cute two bedroom, with large windows along the exterior that overlooked the sea of trees surrounding the complex. It truly was a blank canvas waiting for Nikki to breathe life into it, much like her move was a clean slate for herself.

The hours flew by with the amount of work and laughter that sounded through the space. When enough boxes were unpacked and furniture moved to her liking, Nikki ushered us out the door. As much as we wanted to stay and help, there was only so much that miss independent would allow us to do.  We would also never say it, but I’m sure Christie was just as worn out from the day as I was. 

On the drive home, Christie was once again responsible for the music and made the determination that we deserved a good meal. That could only mean one thing coming from her: takeout. This also meant that I was off the hook with cooking dinner, something I very much appreciated. We decided on pizza and wings, something quick since we also had a date with Adam and Thea that we were on the verge of running late to. 

We arrived back at our home in record time, giving us a few minutes to get situated and ready for our video call. I rushed in first to get my laptop from my room while Christie went into the kitchen to grab plates, letting Scout out along the way. The computer was resting in its normal place on my desk, but my eyes drifted back to the closet doors once more. I felt like I was losing my mind, because I SWORE up and down that I remembered accidentally leaving them open, only to find that they were firmly closed. I seized the laptop, shaking my head as I began my descent back down the hall.

“You look in your head,” Christie said knowingly. How this girl always seemed to know what I was thinking was beyond me.

I placed the laptop onto the coffee table, opening the video call before nestling onto the couch next to Christie. While we were waiting for the other two to join, she handed me a plate already loaded with my favorite slices and wings, extra ranch on the side. I pursed my lips as I looked at her, taking a quick bite of the ooey, gooey pizza. 

“My sleep delirium must be acting up again, because all of my thought trains are derailing.” 

“It’s a good thing I made your drink extra strong, because you are going to sleep like a baby tonight,” Christie said, flashing me her ‘I know you better than you do’ look. 

My response was cut off by the familiar ding, signaling that one of our favorite humans had joined the call. Adam’s face quickly popped up. He was definitely the most timely of our little band of goblins. 

“Thea running late again?” he asked, taking notice of her absence quickly. 

“Yeah, she had a big shoot today,” I stated, remembering a conversation we had earlier in the week. 

Her absence was not long lasting, as her freshly cut purple hair bounced into view. She had it styled in waves, a much softer deviation from her typical blunt, straight locks. 

“Sorry sorry sorry… My first client ran late and then their children wouldn’t cooperate. It shot my entire day,” Thea huffed as she ran her hands through her hair.

“We were just getting in here ourselves… we were running later than we thought after helping Nikki get settled,” Christie responded warmly.

We chatted aimlessly, discussing our days, and sharing the crazy thoughts that constantly ran through our single shared brain cell. Adam was still dealing with an incredible amount of nonsense at his teaching job. He kept blaming it on end of the year madness and parents fighting for last minute grade changes. Thea shared in detail each and every one of her five photography clients, including the couple who broke up mid-shoot because the girl wouldn’t let her boyfriend wear his hat. 

“Alexis… did you mess with that frame?” Christie asked quietly, glancing over to the wall near the TV.

I matched her gaze, and sure enough the picture of Scout and Loki on their first day in our new home was askew. This wasn’t the first thing that either of us had noticed being amiss in our house. Honestly, things have been strange since the night of Scout’s outburst through the sliding glass door. My brain immediately went to my debacle about my closet doors this morning. 

“Alright friends, I have been fighting with my damn mind all day about my closet doors,” I blurted out. “Something has seemed off lately, and the stupid frame just solidifies the fact that I’m holding onto my last semblance of sanity.

“Thank god I’m not the only one,” Thea laughed, her dark brown eyes going wild at the thought of all of us collectively losing our marbles. “It’s like the last week and a half things have been out of place or not the way I left them.” 

“Sounds like y'all are being haunted,” Adam joked. 

“Yeah, we already share a brain cell, we might as well share a ghost, too,” I chuckled. “Hopefully you’ll pick out a good asylum for us, hun, when we all finally fall off the cliff.”

“And you guys know I would visit you every single day to make sure you had the most attractive nurses possible,” Adam added with a deep belly laugh. 

“Maybe it’s time to sage the house again,” Christie said with a wink. It would not be the first time our house had been saged. She and her mother, Gale, insisted that we cleanse the house before we formally moved in. All four of us erupted in laughter, easily picturing the crazy escapades we would surely get into if we were committed at the same place.

Suddenly, our eyes snapped to the hissing and growling coming from the fur babies. Scout was at attention, looking in the direction of Loki who was perched up on his hindlegs like a meerkat. His paws were swiping aggressively at the air in front of while he was mewling loudly. 

“LOKI ALEXANDER, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?” Christie screeched just as loudly as her cat. 

Loki continued to throw a few more jabs before falling on all fours and zooming up the stairs to Christie’s bedroom. Scout was close on his heels, always close by to her newfound best friend. 

“There is something in the water, I swear to god,” I said as I watched the two of them disappear out of sight. “These two have been absolutely bonkers. Scout literally has been barking and growling at nothing.”

“Maybe you really do have ghost…” Adam sang to us, trying hard to stifle his laugh. 

“Well, our ghost is about to have a very boring night, because we need to be responsible adults and go to bed,” Christie said. 

“Yeah… we have some errands to run tomorrow and we need to make sure everything is good to go to the office before we leave for Texas,” I concluded. 

Thea and Adam both said their goodbyes, wishing us well as they tried to agree on a name for our shared ghost. Adam was set on Bartholomew, but Thea said since he wasn’t being haunted his opinion was irrelevant. It was then determined that this debate would resume at a later date. 

Christie and I cleaned up food boxes and threw the plates into the sink. Dishes could wait for one night. We bid each other good night, walking off towards our respective bedrooms with Christie promising to send Scooty Jane Elizatbeth down for night, after a few snuggles of course. 

**

Mingi and Yunho were prepared as they swaggered through the house, keeping their eyes peeled for the fabled black dog and white cat they had heard about from the other members. This was their second visit into the home of the two roommates, and between their familiarity with the layout and the intel from the other members they were able to avoid detection from the animals sunbathing in front of the large glass doors. 

“You take upstairs this time, I take down?” Mining questioned with a smirk on his face as he took off towards the downstairs hallway. He hadn’t given Yunho and time to respond, not that he would have argued anyway. 

The girl was getting ready in her bathroom, throwing on a little mascara and eyeliner before moving to throw her hair up. He couldn’t help but laugh as she huffed in frustration when she redid it for a third and fourth time. Stepping out of the bathroom, he leaned causally against the wall to take in the collection of manga and music albums lining the shelves of her room. Her collection was vast and noticed a few of his favorites, including Tokyo Ghoul and Attack on Titan. If nothing else, she would be a great conversationalist with their shared love of anime. He watched as she rounded the corner to enter her closet, all the while mumbling about her lack of sleep and the delirium that was sure to come with it.

After she left, Mingi took the opportunity to finger through her closet, trying to gather her sense of style and self from the hanging clothes filling it. He heard the checklist being rattled off by the petite blonde, Christie. His eyes went to the phone resting upon the heap of blankets and pillows on the bed, the ding signaling that its owner would not be far behind. He stepped back into the washroom. Even though he knew he would not be seen, there was still something unsettling about being in close proximity to their chosen ones in their astral states while they were awake. 

As she barrelled into the room, Mingi had to stifle another giggle as he saw the frustration on her face had only grown. She hurriedly grabbed her phone, but not before pausing to look at the closet doors he had left ajar in his rush towards the bathroom. Now, her face shifted into one of concern and doubt, and he could only wonder what was going through her mind at that moment. He eyed her closely as she shook her head in disbelief before turning on her heel and meandering back down the hall. He removed himself from the bathroom, wanting to take a closer look around their house, but not before shutting the closet door tightly.

*Meanwhile*

Yunho went to make his way upstairs, but was distracted by the sound of cups clinking and the hum of an appliance coming from the kitchen. Instead of climbing the steps towards his initial destination, he veered off course and walked into the kitchen, a room they were all very familiar with at this point. 

The girl was yelling to her roommate to hurry up, despite the fact that she herself was not ready and still making what he could only assume as coffee. She had gotten out three thermoses and was making each one individually with such care, adding different amounts and types of creamer to each cup. He had often seen her make drinks or snacks for Alexis, a subtle and warm act of love he couldn’t help but admire. He had often found himself taking care of his own best friend, and this reflection of himself in her only increased his initial attraction. As she poured the last bit of coffee into the third container, she grabbed her keys to make her way into the main room of the house. Yunho almost jumped with how quickly she moved, and then smiled to himself when she began dramatically tapping her foot on the floor as she awaited for her roommate. 

The taller girl appeared from down the hall and Christie aggressively handed her one of the two coffees she was holding. She strutted back into the kitchen to grab the third cup, all while sharing a checklist with her roommate. This time, he couldn’t control his laughter at the face Christie made when Alexis realized she didn’t have her phone on her. As Alexis sulked back to her own room down the hall, he watched as Christie grabbed a set of car keys from the bowl near the front door, and exited the house. Not long after, Alexis shot back into the room and out the door, leaving Yunho and his best friend alone in their house. 

The two of them were then able to explore and peruse the house at their leisure, without worries of the animals startling their owners. They took their time, going through both of the girls’ bedrooms, as well as looking through their cupboards to judge the types of snacks they had stocked. 

**

The smell of pizza suddenly filled the air, making Wooyoung and Seonghwa immediately hungry. They made their way into the living after projecting themselves into the spare bedroom upstairs. As a group, they decided that this would be the best entry point into this house due to its vacancy. 

The two girls were sitting on a video call, something that they seemed to do quite frequently with their friends. One of them, Thea, was another of their chosen four, whom they had also been visiting frequently while trying to determine who would end up with her in their grasp. They stood motionless on the stairs after Seonghwa pointed out the furry masses resting on the floor near the couch, all the while intently listening to their conversations. Seonghwa’s heart began to race when the group started discussing a shared ghost, knowing that it was them who was causing these minute disturbances within their daily lives. Wooyoung, on the other hand, couldn’t stop laughing, covering his face with his hands while his head reared back. He was notorious for intentionally displacing things, saying that he enjoyed when their chosen ones questioned their own sanity. 

As much as he refused to admit, Wooyoung couldn’t resist the pull towards one of the girls, but blamed it on the smell of pizza and wings as he crept closer towards the couch. Seonghwa, uneasy at first, sneaked closely behind, also wanting to get a better look at the two sitting on the couch, as well as the purple haired one hiding within the computer screen. Unlike Mingi, Wooyoung had no issues getting closer and closer, leaning up on the arm of the couch near Alexis. Seongwha rounded closer to the other side of the couch near Christie, unaware of the location change of the fluffy white lion. 

The cat, Loki, was up in an instant, standing on his back legs, paws punching directly towards Seongwha’s legs, all while emitting a deep hiss. One swat connected soundly on Seonghwa’s left knee, shooting white hot pain as the claws tore through his flesh. Wooyoung chuckled darkly, casting one last look onto the girls before stating that this was their sign to go. 

Woo’s laughter echoed within the dorm as he and Seonghwa regained consciousness. Seonghwa’s hands found his knee immediately, pulling up his pant leg to view the marks and blood coming from his knee.

“What happened to you?” Jungho asked with a raised eyebrow, looking down at the injury.

“Oh you know, Seonghwa just got fucked up by a white ball of fluff,” Wooyoung cracked. His laughter could be heard as he walked down the hallway, sharing the story with the rest of the group as he went to find a first aid kit.

Hongjoong entered the room, taking a quick glance at the blood on Seonghwa’s leg and shaking his head. “You’re back. Meeting in the living room, 5 minutes,” he said as he pulled out his phone to text the other members. 

The group converged within the living room of Captain’s apartment, anxiously waiting for whatever announcement was heading their way. 

“We have five days left… time to start narrowing down your choices,” Captain said as he stood in front of them, arms crossed tightly in front of his body. “Once the decision has been made, there will be no changes. You know our rules… and some of you need to take greater care in following them.” His eyes found each member individually, leaving them to wonder what their leader knew about their visits.

The members flicked glances at one another, not only from their Captain’s warning, but also wondering who their partner in crime would be this time around.

[xxxdegenerate]

Love is Crazy // Douma x Reader Pt.4

❥Demon slayer characters are not mine! ❥Warnings:: Sexual themes, strong language, depressive thoughts and actions, gore and blood ❥Italics are thoughts and memories ❥Note:: This is a rather short one, also I have this posted on Wattpad and Quotev as of right now if you want to read ahead! I post a lot more over there.

Failure

The flames increase

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You were sitting at a table in Douma's study. With food steaming in front of you, you hated to admit you were kind of hungry. "Why do you have two differently colored eyes?" He suddenly asked, his voice ruining your appetite. You glared at him telling him to shut up. 

"I don't know. Now leave me alone I want to eat." You began to pick at the food, not feeling that hungry anymore. What if it was poisoned or something. He places his elbow on the table and leaned his head into his hand. "I find them beautiful." Now this threw you off guard for a second but looked up and him and glared. "Don't make me sick." 

"You really do hurt me my little slayer." He cooed out but held a smile on his face anyway. You decided to ignore him and eat the food before it got cold. He watched you eat in delight. Watched your lips part and the way you brought the chopsticks up to your mouth. The way your throat looks as you swallow food, almost imagining you swallowing his-

"Can you stop watching me like that, it's weird." You looked at him in disgust, feeling really uncomfortable. You hated being alone with him.

"Now why would I do that dear? Why can't I admire my pet." This made you fume. 

"I am not yours." He hums in reply as if he knew what you just said was not true. To him at least. Even if you weren't his, he would break you eventually. 

"I'm just trying to care for you and make sure you eat." 

"I can do that myself I am not a kid." You squint your eyes at him before taking another bite. "Besides since when do demons even care. You are tricking all of these people here, it's horrible."

"What do you know," He starts. "I save them, I help them, I give them better lives and let them go to paradise."

"What paradise? Death?" You scoff and look away. "You're a demon what do you know." He was starting to get annoyed at your words. 

"You don't own anyone, you don't know anything, you just want food and whatever you have going on here is ludicrous." You continued, feeling the tone in your voice turn aggressive. "It actually disgusts me when I see one of these people call you lord, or founder or sama." Your cheeks began to heat with rage. You put your chopsticks down at this point and make eye contact with his rainbow eyes. 

"Who cares how I run this place, it's my own cult. I run it the way I want, everyone gets a place, a chance to have the one thing they desire."

"Whatever all you do is lie and you will keep denying it. You are a demon, you have no emotions you cannot feel and I pity you for that. Now excuse me." You stood up and stomped out of the room. He watched your little tantrum, amused. He thought you stomping off was cute and the way you spoke your truth. 

You walked down the hall, you were still hungry but you did not want to be in the room with that demon anymore. Your breathing was starting to become uneven again. "Ah Y/n?" Akuma was suddenly in front of you, "Are you doing alright?" 

"Whatever." You rasp out and he touches your chest. You gasp. "I'm just trying to see what's wrong." 

"Get the fuck away." With your rage already built up you threw his hand off of you and stormed away. You walked into the kitchen and a cook noticed you. "Oh hello? Aren't you the founders guest from last night." You looked up at the man. "Are you hungry?" You said nothing and just leaned against the wall sinking to the floor. 

"O-oh are you alright?" The man stuttered before coming up to you. 

"Yeah just peachy." You rasped out. He hurriedly goes to go get something and comes back with a cup of water. "Here you go." You thank him and take a sip, trying to settle down. You were really angry though. You fucking hated Douma. You wanted to leave. You hiccupped. He stayed quiet and left once again, you guessed he was probably making lunch. 

He came back with a platter of some food and set it next to you without saying anything. You silently thank him and munch on some of the food he brought. "What's your name?" You suddenly asked and he looked up from peeling potatoes. 

"Rin." He smiled and you nodded. "Y/n. Thank you." You begin to take your leave back to your room after you felt a little more calm. 

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You open the door to your room, sliding it shut after you step in. "Where did you go?" You freeze. 

"What are you doing in my room?"

"This is my room." You looked up and sure enough you walked into the wrong room. You run out in a hurry and go to the right room. You close the door and lock it. This was going to be a long day. 

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You had skipped lunch and thought about skipping dinner, you really just didn't want to see him at all. You would do your best to avoid him, and the doctor, and everyone else. You needed to figure out how to escape here. You sat there and pondered for a bit. You could leave during the day. Your advantage was the sun for sure, and maybe getting close to some of the people who didn't know what Douma truly was. 

There was a knock on the door that disrupted your thoughts. You walk over towards the door and open it slightly revealing Haruki. "Afternoon my lady." 

"Please call me Y/n, 'my lady' makes me uncomfortable." You opened the door all the way and she stands in the door way. "I was told to come escort you to the dinner hall." You rose your brow at this. 

"Why?" 

"Douma-sama would like to dine there for dinner." You nodded, your stomach grumbled before you could even think about wanting to skip. 

And so she lead you towards the dinning hall, along the way you noticed Rin was walking towards that direction as well. 

"Ah hello Y/n-san." Rin said and you waved. 

"Hello again, sorry about earlier."

"What happened earlier?" Haruki wondered and asked. 

"Nothing too important." She nodded and smiled. "Well it's good you befriended another person." She noticed you didn't talk much, and seeing that you have met Rin made her slightly happy. She was your caretaker for now and she should be looking out for you. 

You arrive at the dinning hall and Haruki bows to you before taking her leave. Rin and you enter the dinning hall. You see Douma sitting at the end of the long table and he smiles at you, gesturing to a seat next to him. You frown but walk over nonetheless. Rin walks with you, which Douma watches. Rin pulls out the seat for you. "Thank you Rin." He nods at you, smiling and then uses the door inside of the dinning hall to enter the kitchen. 

"I see you're getting acquainted with some people." You nodded. "What did you need?" 

"To eat, remember your loss?" He smirked at you and looked at you up and down. "Are your legs doing well?" He reaches out to touch your thigh and you slap his hand away and he laughs. "Sorry sorry, I almost couldn't help myself." You glare at him. "Fuck off." 

He loved your sharp tongue, it was entertainment to him. He found himself wanting to bother you all of the time. To see all of the weird facial expressions you make to all of his actions. He wanted to eat you up. 

The food was brought out and you realized it was one of your favorite dinners. Your mouth watered as you looked at it with heart eyes. You really were interesting, in Douma's eyes. Forgetting that Douma was there for a second you dig in. "Say Douma, right?" Feeling bold you speak up. 

He loved the way his name rolled off of your tongue. "Yes dear?" 

"Okay prick." You opted to just calling him your unique nicknames. "Have you ever had human food?" 

"Yes, it has no flavor anymore." 

"That's ass." The way you cursed in almost every sentence was funny to him, most woman were supposed to stay modest and keep their mouth clean, but you, you didn't seem to care and just spoke whatever you wanted. 

You munched on some of the food and thanked Rin once again as he brought it out. 

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As soon as you were done eating you tried to zoom out of the dinning hall, but your wrist was caught and you were pulled back. "Why are you leaving so quickly." He pulled you back down into your seat and brought his hand up to your face. He leaned down and his thumb touched your lip, before wiping some of the mess you made whilst eating. "What did I say about touching me assface." 

You slapped his hand away and stood back up. He giggles and looks at you. In your eyes he acts like such a child, a moody fucking child. You didn't like children much, you could never get along or stand the crying. Although they were fun to prank and to tease. Maybe you were something Douma didn't expect. No. You were something he didn't expect. And he would soon figure that out. 

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This went on for the next couple weeks, the same routine of eating with him and waking up and going with Haruki. Although during this time you have got a bit close with her, especially Rin. You would often visit and help him prep for some meals, and had conversations with him. Same with Haruki, you found out that she has been here for four years and trusts Douma with her life. Which might be a little difficult to get around. 

Although today was different, you were informed that you would not be eating with Douma for today because he had a meeting, which you thought was strange. You sat in your room thinking for a second. He would be gone all day, today was your only chance. You knew the place was guarded, but do they know you can't leave? Only one way to find out. 

Haruki brought you lunch. "Hey Haruki-san, would it be okay for me to go out today?" You had asked. 

"Uhm.. I don't know you would have to ask Douma-sama whenever he gets back." She looked a little nervous you had asked. Meaning she doesn't know, also meaning that most of the people here probably didn't know that. "Why don't you come with me?" You suggest, her eyes lit up slightly.

"I wouldn't mind..Douma just doesn't want you to hurt yourself any further, but I can come and help you. It's been awhile since I went down the mountain and got some street food." She sounded giddy now, thinking of all the shops she hasn't visited in awhile. 

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And so she lead you out of the building, well. Not out the way you expected. She showed you a small passage way that took you towards the garden where you could then leave out of the front stairs. You were finally escaping, but the whole time you felt uneasy. Like you were being watched. You knew this was wrong, but you were so close to getting the hell out of there. You would go back to the corps and tell everyone where he was and what had happened.. and most importantly see if Kyojuro was alive.

We arrived in the town that I was at about a month ago. It was all the same. You held your breath though, feeling uneasy was never good. Haruki dragged you along to a stand. "Hi miss Yu!"

"Ah Haruki! It's been awhile how are you?" The two made small talk and you looked around, you would have to get away from Haruki if you wanted to fully escape. "This is Y/n! She's one of my friends." You suddenly snap out of your thoughts when you heard your name and you bow towards the elderly lady who ran the stand. "Hello." 

"Do you want some Y/n? She makes some of the best mochi, you have to try it!" You went to wave her off and tell her no thank you but you were cut off when she suddenly shoved on in your mouth. You cough and chew. "Mmm yummy." You give her thumbs up and get dragged to a small store. "This place has the best bracelets! Let's get matching ones." This was something new to you, from having no friends when you were growing up, you felt out of place. She wanted to do all of these things with you and you just didn't know how to comprehend it. 

You almost felt bad wanting to leave the place, only for her and Rin. What would happen to them if you do? But what would really happen if you didn't leave and get help. You were stumped. "You know Y/n.. Douma truly is amazing isn't he?" Oh lord here she goes again blabbing about Douma. "Though he seems to be changing slightly. The other handmaiden have been jealous and talk about you a lot.. it makes me upset to hear some of the things they said." This made your ears perk up. 

"They aren't mean at all but they don't like how Douma has been focusing on you. I told them you were a guest but they are confused why you have been there for so long now. I told them also that you were hurt and needed to stay until you were better. But all they did was complain how you were and taking Doumas attention away from the cult." She pouts as she puts her arm around yours and drags you around to a different corner of the shop. 

"Why don't we get these?" It was a snowflake and a flame. Suddenly Haruki had an idea. "Here give me a second don't go anywhere okay!" She ran away from you to the side of the shop and you blinked. Wait, you were alone, this was your chance. Your legs wouldn't move. You were scared? Anxious, no you just didn't know what to do. You then dashed for it, leaving the shop and running down the path of the mountain. 

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The sun started to set whenever Douma arrived home, he was annoyed at the meeting with the upper and lower moons. The lower moons were kicked off and killed and this stressed Douma out. He just wanted to tease his new pet. He arrived home and asked for where you were. A handmaiden went to go fetch you. Douma sighed, he enjoyed you a lot more then he thought, all your little expressions and reactions to certain things. 

"Lord Douma.. she isn't in her room." Douma looked up. That was weird she should be sleeping by now. "Where is Haruki?" 

"She went out earlier my lord." He tilted his head for a second before Haruki ran in. "Oh- Douma-sama, I lost Y/n.." She trailed off and Douma looked at her with confused eyes. "What do you mean you lost her?" 

"Well we went into the village earlier.." She avoided eye contact. 

"The village?" He cursed under his breath. 

"Do you want me to get the guards to go look for her? I'm sorry I just wanted to take her out after being cramped in here for a mont-" She was cut off when Douma suddenly stood up. 

"I'll get her." 

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You ran, your legs were trembling and you couldn't breathe, the sun was down by now and you couldn't stop now. You were beyond scared at this point. You knew for sure Haruki knew you were missing but you didn't know if Douma was back and knew already. 

You took deep breaths trying to calm the pain in your chest. Ever since the whole thing with Douma you had trouble breathing, as if your lungs were still frozen. 

You heard faint talking and went to duck down behind a bush before you looked up and realized they were demon slayers. You ran out in front of them, taking deep breaths. They looked at you confused as you spoke out. 

"I am a demon slayer. My name is L/n F/n, and I was taken hostage by a demon." You huffed out and they looked at you before at each other. 

"L/n? The girl who went missing with Rengoku?" 

"Is he alright??" 

"Yes he just got out of healing the other day.. he sent us to go search up here for the time being because he has another mission." You let out a sigh of relief, almost feeling like you were going to cry. "We need to get out of here." You said and they shook their heads. 

"No we need to go kill this demon." 

"You can't. You can't. There's no way, you are only demon slayers, you would need at least four hashiras to kill him." They looked at you, they looked down on you, like you were weak. "Yeah right, where is he at then?" 

"You don't believe me.." You fade off, losing hope. "No listen we need to get out of here now." 

They still weren't listening as they started walking the way you ran from. "Wait no stop." You stood in front of them. "No I can't let you guys go. You'll die." 

"Whatever, if you survived and Rengoku did then I'm sure well be okay, there's three of us now." 

"I don't have my sword." You looked at them in a pleading way, almost begging them to not go. Suddenly you heard rustling and the three of you snapped your heads in the direction. "What are you doing here?" You heard a rustic voice call out. The other two put their hands on their swords and pulled them out. "Is this the demon?" 

"No." 

The random demon then ran at us and the other two started fighting it. 

You stood in the back wondering what you could do since you were weak, and had nothing.

You felt something cold hit your face and you looked up. Snowflakes. He was here. 

"We need to go." You called out to the boys and they looked over at you confused.

"We need to get rid of the demon first are you stupid?"

You couldn't let them die, you had to try. "Stop!" You were now yelling at them, but they ignored you.

"Listen, you seem rather weak. So maybe you couldn't defeat him, but we can." They were cocky and you didn't like that. They were too cocky for their own good. They continued to fight the demon at hand first though. 

"After this you'll take us to the other one yeah?" 

Suddenly he was thrown at a tree by the lesser demon. The demon stalker towards you before he got a sword through his chest. He turned around and started dealing with the other demon slayer.

You were thinking of all the possibilities you had.

You were lost, you didn't know what to do. You looked over at the boy who was passed out by the tree and the other one fighting the lesser demon. Douma was near and you were surely going to get caught at this rate. You could leave them.. but what good would that do. You were found, you already lost the game. 

You began to hyperventilate. "Shit." You heard a scream and looked up as the lesser demon had the boy by his neck. No. You pushed through the pain in your chest and ran towards the demon, shoving him. Confusing him, he drops the boy and turns towards you. Now you were the one dangling in the air with the lesser demons hand around your neck. The boy ran towards his friend.

"Roe!" You started to breathe heavily again gasping out. "I told you.. I warned you." You felt useless. You just wish you were killed before this. Now it was your fault they were dying. "Please don't." You begged to no one. 

"Who's there?" You heard one of the boys mutter out, but before you could even see who they were talking too an icicle goes through the lesser demons face. Your eyes widen and the lesser demon squeezes harder. You gasp for air. 

"My my~ I believe you have something of mine." Douma starts as he suddenly appears next to the lesser demon who just looked confused as Douma appears next to us. 

"Who are you?" The lesser demon looked Douma up and down. 

"I said you have something of mine." He let's out a closed eye smile. His voice rough and low doesn't match his face. 

"Her? I saw her first." The lesser demon started squeezing your neck harder. You try to gasp but let out a strained wheeze. Douma looks over at you with a flash of worry on his face before it fades as he looks back at the lesser demon. 

"What is a upper rank doing with her anyway. A human and a demon? Don't make me laugh." The lesser demon was challenging Douma, like you were food. 

Your vision started to blur as you saw the demon slayers in the back coming closer, trying to catch the two demons off guard. No, please.. As much as you wanted to shout, you couldn't. This was your fault and you knew that. Tears tricked your eyes and Douma was starting to become annoyed, having already been in a bad mood he was not tempted to play around. 

"I. Said. She's. Mine." A sword goes through his arm just as he says this and he turns his head cockeyed looking into the eyes of a frightened demon slayer. Fuck, no.

You brought your hands up to the lesser demons hand around your throat and push to pry him off. Being weak from before and then this demon made it difficult. You made no progress in moving his hand and the lesser demon threw you. Hitting a tree you let out a loud moan of pain. You gasped for the air your lungs were missing. 

Douma looks over at you quicker then the speed of light and then glaring at the lesser demon. He was pissed. His eyes flashed before he threw his fan at the demon. The other demon slayer tried to pull his friend back but his friend just ran at Douma once more. 

"We can kill it!" Douma turned and sliced his head off. You gagged, your throat hurt and you felt your whole body on fire. You couldn't move. 

"D-do..n't" You barely managed out, as a squeak. The remaining demon slayer shivered, holding his sword weakly as Douma approached him.

Suddenly the lesser demons eyes were back on you, he came stalking over and you tried to crawl away. "Lea..ve." Your voice hoarse and dry. You didn't even have the time to realize Douma stuck his arm through the last demon slayers chest, tearing out his heart. The lesser demon picked you up by your head. He squeezed, and you felt pressure. 

Your head starting to throb. Suddenly his head goes flying off and you fall with a thud onto your side. 

"I said she was mine." 

"Who are you.." The lesser demon mumbled in fear as he approached him

"Upper rank two. Tell everyone to stay away." You watched as Douma smashed his head in. 

You blinked, their voices becoming nothing but T.V static at this point. Mush, you felt like mush. You close your eyes and keep them shut for a long minute before opening them and seeing legs walk towards you. Looking up and up, you eventually meet those rainbow eyes you so hated. 

You were fucked.