#for so long is responsibility and pain!!!

[spurbleu]

john price and his divorced vibes ring true in my heart and notes app once again. cw. slight suicide ideation.

“it’s me or there.”

that’s when it ended. four words, four years, give or take. snuffed out in the aftermath of a hospital visit that wouldn’t have been concerning if john were younger. if he didn’t have you.

he’s seen the cyst of it. the bloated, inflamed beginnings of a divide. the graves that anxiety digs under your eyes. the tears when he returns home- not from joy but from relief.

(maybe that’s always what it’s been- just assumed they were the same. it took looking at your signature on separation papers to make him realize just how wrong he was).

but tonight, you aren’t crying. not now- not in front of him. he can tell you practiced, by the ridged way you sit under the lamplight he had helped you fix last month, hands crossed over the dining room table (oak from the backyard). eyes that build a wall between your body and the woman he married.

“don’t make me choose.” is what he said, which didn’t sound like a real answer to him.

but there was only one reply that would’ve made you stay.

so he survives like he always has. still takes his coffee black, although has to relearn how to use the machine without your help. wakes up at five to a colder bed. still gets deployed for missions, where he doesn’t talk about it.

(still wears the ring, though.)

and without him really knowing it, years go by. he gets shot again, and this time he isn’t just lucky he’s alive, he’s surprised.

(angry, too. hoped that stupid, bullish operative would’ve made the fuckin shot. gave him an honorable death. born from steel so he might as well die by it. maybe it would have made you understand. maybe you would have spoken at his funeral.)

kate makes him take the office job he hid from you. hates it, but eventually the body aches subside and so does the resentment.

it’s early, when he catches sight of you in a café. can’t help himself, and suddenly he’s ordering his coffee with a little bit of cream, and finding your table.

you’re still wearing a ring, but it isn’t his. the subtle roundness of your stomach isn’t, either. that burns more than the cigars he quit last week.

you ask him how he’s been. he says fine. when he asks you the same, you mimic his response- although you’re telling the truth.

“still working?”

he forces a laugh. it comes out pained. “at a desk, now.”

you nod like you saw this coming. “how’s that?”

he tells you about the long days. the creaky chair that leaves faux leather pieces stamped to his trousers. about the annoying, young coworkers. about the window that overlooks a city he didn’t think could be beautiful- but when the sun hits it right he’s proved wrong.

once he meets your eyes, they’re glossy. a teary shine that shocks him until he’s forced to remember the way you looked at the alter. the flush of your cheeks. the curve of your smile, which is practically the same now as it was then, if not a little sadder.

because it hurts. hurts that he is only now accepting peace. that if he hadn’t idled, he could’ve had the very rare opportunity to keep. his promises, his good ending, his wife.

but he didn’t. and now the both of you have to look “could’ve been” in the face. a face that you had loved. a face that john, despite his best efforts, still does.

you wipe your tears and apologize. say the pregnancy is making you weepy. that you’re just so happy he’s doing well. that he’s safe. alive.

he nods. he understands. he lets you lie. because he knows, that as he stands, you want to ask him why. why it took him so long. why he couldn’t quit it for you, when he was always going to end up doing so anyway.

he leaves you without an answer for a second time, but this time it’s because he truly doesn’t have one.

but he doesn’t leave without saying, “I’m sorry.”

and maybe that’s enough.

you will never see him again. he will see you, once. at a playground, with a stroller, and a man who looks like he’s good to you.

he will walk to the pawn shop across the street and sell his wedding ring. the number they give him is far below what it’s worth, but he doesn’t correct them.

because what would he know.

[p1astr81]

Could you do Oscar x Next door neighbor Reader where like he hears her moans through the wall all the time and gets off listening to her, they bump into each other outside one day she invites him over for dinner/coffee/something and eventually confess to him that she let him hear her on purpose then he fucks her brains out?!

Yes? Please?

Thanxx xoxo

Anon I’m sending you to horny jail cuz WHAT

uh anyway, warnings: smut (bye bye minors), everyone is so wrong in this I’m in tears, masterbation (f & m), mean!Oscar (at the end), degradation, sub space, dacryphilia

The first time it happened, he thought he was imagining it. Soft little gasps from the flat next door.

Must’ve been the air vents carrying the sound.

He tried to ignore it, he really did. Tried to go to sleep and pretend he wasn’t getting harder with every little sound. But then a pretty little moan reached is ears and he couldn’t ignore the throbbing pain.

Palming himself through his boxers hardly gave him any satisfaction. So he shed his underwear.

It was already slick with beads of precum. His hand wrapped around the base, and the moan he let out was loud and unrestrained.

It was fully immoral, getting himself off to the sounds his neighbor was making. He knew that. But he wouldn’t dare stop himself when it felt as good as it did.

And maybe all his senses were heightened because of the stimulation, but he could’ve sworn your sounds from next door were getting louder. Needier.

Every moan sounded like you were sat right next to him.

His hand pumped the length of his cock, fast, with a tight grip. He was too desperate to even pretend to tease himself.

Oh! Oh, yes!

The sounds you were making were sinful, and shamelessly loud.

Oscar’s breaths grew ragged, his head thrown back as the pleasure built in the core of his stomach. He was pumping himself without restraint, just chasing his release with no care to prolong the pleasure. He couldn’t stop the groans and curses that slipped past his lips.

Oh yes! Fuck yes!

He could tell you’d cum by the pitch of your moans and the slight knocking against his wall—probably due to your writhing. The thought of it threw him in to a blinding orgasm, groaning loudly, not a care for whether you heard him or not.

Morning runs were never his favorite. He was too tired and it sucked all the energy out of him before he’d even began the day.

He closed his apartment door as he stepped into the hallway, jumping when he realized he wasn’t the only person in the confined space.

“Oh, hi!” You greeted. Too sweet. Too innocent sounding. He knew that was far from the truth, and his face burned red at the reminder of how he’d been getting off to your sounds for the past two weeks. “I don’t see you around much. I guess you’re busy traveling the world, right?” You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You were acting normal. Not suspicious of him or avoiding him. Perhaps you couldn’t hear his moans through the wall as he had heard yours.

The thought eased him enough to converse with you like a regular person. “Yeah, I guess.” He laughed. “But I’m on break right now.”

“You know, since you’re home, are you up for coffee? I’d like to get to know my neighbor a bit more.” Your smile never faltered.

He didn’t have to think for long. Any excuse he had to not go run was a great one.

“So, I don’t keep up with the sport much. But I know the basics and whatnot. So, around here, how do you not hit the walls all the time? It’s such narrow streets and you’re going so fast.” You leaned forward, a mug of hot coffee cradled in your hands, eyes sparkling with interest.

He tried to find a happy medium between a confident and cocky response. “Well, we’ve done it for so long, and we have simulators that we can use to practice on. At that point, it’s more or less muscle memory.”

Still, you looked fascinated. “Wow.” You paused, then leaned in closer, lowering your voice. “Is it also muscle memory for you to get yourself off whenever you hear me?”

Oscar nearly spit out his hot chocolate at that. “Sorry, what?” He coughed, trying to play it cool despite looking guilty.

You breathed out a laugh. “If you can hear me, I can hear you.” The sparkle in your eyes was no longer one of interest, but of mischief. You recognized his guilty look. “Don’t worry.” You leaned back. “I wanted you to hear.” You grinned.

He stared, convinced his ears were deceiving him. “You… wanted me to hear you? Why?”

“You’re a smart guy, Oscar.” You tilted your head. “Handsome, too.” You bit your lip, eyes trailing down his body. “Why do you think?”

You gasped as he threw your naked body onto the mattress. “So this is where you’ve been driving me insane, huh?” He rasped, towering over you, caging you in with his muscled arms.

A little pink toy sat on your nightstand, catching his eye. He picked it up, holding in front of your face. “This what you’ve been using?”

You trembled, trying to close your legs but his own legs stopped you from being able to. “Mhm.” You nodded. The heat between your thighs was unbearable, more than ever before.

He turned it on to the lowest setting, placing it on your stomach and dragging it lower, lower, lower-

“Fuck!” You shouted when it made contact with your clit. Oscar smiled at that, and the way you whined when he shoved two fingers into your dripping cunt. Everything was so slow with him—the vibrations against your clit, the thrust of his fingers. He wanted to drive you insane, wanted to break you, reduce you to a needy, begging mess.

And he knew he had you right where he wanted you when you thrust into his hand. “Do that again, and I’ll leave right now.”

“No! I’m sorry- fuck!” He turned the vibrator to the next highest speed. Your moans spilled over like a boiling pot. One after the other echoed around the room. You were so close.

Oscar withdrew his hands, leaving you without a release. He licked his fingers clean, moaning dramatically at the taste.

“Oscar,” you mewled, reaching for his bicep. You looked so drunk on him already, and you hadn’t even cum once!

That sure went to his head.

He took both of your wrists in his hand, pinning them to the sheets. “You wanna cum?” You nodded desperately, receiving a devilish grin. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

The whine you let out almost made him feel bad. Almost. “Please! I need it so bad!”

He only laughed at your pleas. “I wanna hear you apologize first.”

“What?”

“Apologize for torturing me for weeks. Letting me hear your pretty little noises.” He placed hot, wet kisses along the length of your throat. “Apologize.” He demanded, unsatisfied with your lack of response.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry it was just so hot!” You rushed out, arching your back, trying to entice him.

“Such a slut.” A cruel grin spread across his lips, his fingers dancing across your tits. He gave one of your nipples an experimental squeeze, satisfaction filling him at how you gasped in response.

Handling you like a rag doll, he flipped you over. He pulled your ass into the air while pressing your head into the pillows. You let out a small moan at being handled in such a way. He scoffed.

“If you’re going to act like a slut, I think you deserve to be fucked like one, no?”

You wiggled your hips, shifting back on your knees. Trying anything to entice him. “Please, Oscar! Just please fuck me!” And when he didn’t do anything for a beat.

“Not so fun being tortured, is it?” His fingers circled your clit. Slowly. Teasing. Just enough pleasure to feel it but not get you anywhere.

“Please! I’ll never do it again! I’ll let you have me whenever you want!”

He eased the tip in, earning a high pitched moan out of you. His hands ran along the length of your back, running down your sides before he gripped onto your hips. “Of course you will.” He spat, yanking your hips to slam against his, successfully plunging his cock into your cunt in one thrust.

A loud moan was punched out of your lungs. “Fuck! yes!” You moaned. Oscar gave you no time to adjust, setting a brutal pace right away. He reached places inside of you the you didn’t even know someone could reach before. Each thrust forced another moan from your lips. It was like Oscar’s own personal concert, and his favorite song being played on repeat.

It felt incredible, so good you didn’t even notice the tears rolling down your cheeks. Oscars hand found your throat and he yanked you back so your back was flush with his chest. You moaned louder at the change of angle. Your head lulled back to rest on his shoulder, eyes rolled back in bliss.

“Aw, enough with those tears, this is what a slut like you wants, isn’t it?” He feigned remorse, he kissed the tears away, groaning when he felt you tighten around him. “You like being called a slut?”

You couldn’t answer, too fucked out already.

He pulled out of you, letting your body flop onto the bed. You let out a noise of protest, then gasped as he flipped your body over again. “I asked you a question.” His voice was level, seemingly unaffected by the loss of your cunt around his cock.

“Yes!” You moaned as he slammed back into you. Back arched off the bed, your fists tried to find purchase in the soaked sheets.

“Prettiest slut I’ve ever seen.” Oscars arms looped around your knees, pressing your legs to your chest, effectively folding you in half. The noise you let out walked the line between a scream and a moan.

You couldn’t even warn him before you were gushing all over his cock. Your cunt was sucking him in, begging for him to cum inside you. And he did with a shout of your name, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

He eased out of you, careful of your sensitive body.

“Should I run a bath or do you want a shower?” He asked, already standing in the en-suit.

You didn’t respond.

He came back out, concern etched on his features. You were blinking slowly, unfocused eyes staring at the wall. He smiled softly, taking your face in his hands. “You there, pretty girl?” His thumb stroked your cheek.

Still, no response.

He was conflicted between concern and letting his ego inflate. “C’mon baby.” He took you in his arms, stroking your hair.

When your eyes finally focused on his face, he smiled. “There you are.” You gave a weak laugh at that.

Bath it is then.

[neeeooon]

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20 | a day in the kaiser life

ft. kaiser & fem!reader, sae (mentioned)

cw. entire ch is from kaiser’s pov. suggestive, cussing, mentions of sex, descriptive make-out scenes, non-descriptive hints of past trauma

kaiser scrubbed the sleep from his face with his hand and rolled until his bare feet touched the expensive plush rug beneath his bed. it was pure white and a pain to clean, but one of the first things he bought when he started making enough money to buy things because he wanted to, not needed to.

he fought the instinctive urge to flinch when hands moved from his back to his shoulders to his neck. a soft purr left the woman behind him, reminding him where he was.

his room. his apartment.

kaiser exhaled and let the woman run her acrylics over his skin. “morning, handsome,” she cooed.

he didn’t remember her name—he hardly ever did—as most of the people he brought home were satisfied with whatever nickname he’d decided to call them the night before.

“i’m sorry, gorgeous,” he faked the disappointment in his voice as he turned to face the woman and pushed some of her messy black bob behind her unpierced ear. “i have a class in twenty minutes. i’ll call you when i’m available next and we can grab dinner.”

her face lit up. he didn’t have a class, and he wouldn’t be calling, but she didn’t have to know that.

kaiser shrugged on a pair of sweats and grabbed a black tee from his dresser. “feel free to hang out, but my roommate will be back in an hour.”

the woman jumped to her feet. “sorry, kaiser. you’re cute, but i don’t do roommates.” she turned her back to collect her things, completely missing his smug little grin. “text me?”

he let her press her gloss-sticky lips onto his and made her sigh with his tongue. “i’ll text.”

then she was gone, and kaiser flopped back onto his bed. he sighed, content with the quiet. he didn’t have class. he didn’t have a roommate. he didn’t even have the woman’s number and would tell her that if they ever ran into each other again. it always worked; a little frown and a kiss to the neck. “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i tried to call, but i lost your number.”

kaiser raised a fist and knocked against the wall behind his headboard once, expression unchanging when he didn’t receive a reply. he wasn’t expecting one to begin with, but couldn’t stop the habit he’d developed.

he had your schedule worked out by now. every morning, he would tap your wall to make sure, but it didn’t take him long to figure you were out of the apartment most hours of the day—work and school, he figured.

sighing, kaiser wrapped himself in his skewed comforter, lying across the bed on a diagonal, and promptly fell back asleep.

kaiser caught himself grinning in the reflection of his phone and immediately tensed. why was it so fun getting on your nerves? your threats were empty and made something in his chest stir in unfamiliar ways, and kaiser didn’t know how he felt about that.

tossing the device across the bed, kaiser ran a hand through his blond hair, the ends faded blue from the temporary dye, and dragged himself out of bed. he told sae he’d show up to practice, so even though he was fifteen minutes late, kaiser slipped his shoes on and locked his door behind him.

a scoff to his left caught his ear, causing him to lift his head. his grin returned when he spotted you standing in front of your door with folded arms.

you were dressed in your uniform, which didn’t make sense since you usually worked after school to save your evenings for homework. at least he assumed so, given your lack of response to the taps on your wall.

“working late?” kaiser teased as he approached you, allowing his eyes to drag up and down your frame. you huffed, face burning under his gaze in a way that made him feel victorious. he loved getting you mad, loved the way your blush always betrayed the little scowls and glares you shot his way.

you adjusted the company cap on your head. “got called in. so what?”

“nothing,” kaiser beamed smugly, twirling his keys on his finger. “we can take the elevator down together.”

you faked a gag at his offer. “i’d rather walk, thanks.”

he raised a brow. “down five flights of stairs?”

“i could use the exercise!”

the corner of kaiser’s lip tugged, revealing a flash of teeth. “i’ve got another form of exercise you might like a lot more.” your face turned cherry in, what, rage? kaiser was fighting the urge to laugh when you flashed a middle finger and stomped toward the emergency stairs.

before you could shove the door open, he stepped beside you and stuck his foot out to block the door. with the new position, he leaned so close he could smell your perfume. it was the same sweet scent you wore the night you broke into his apartment pretending to be his lover.

your lashes fluttered up at him, and kaiser nearly broke character. instead, he pressed a shoulder against the doorway and hummed. "take the elevator. i need to grab something from my room, anyway."

your brow arched in suspicion, but you didn't wait long before putting distance between you and pressing the down button. he heard a click as you hit the close doors button next, assuring he wouldn't jump on with you, and kaiser wiggled his fingers in goodbye as you very maturely stuck your tongue out at him.

kaiser waited until the number above the elevator glowed 1, revealing you made it to the ground floor, before pressing the down button for himself.

"what a waste," he smiled to himself as he stepped on and leaned against the far wall, picturing just how flustered you'd be trapped in an enclosed space with him. he scoffed, "annoying."

masterlist // previous (ch 19) // next (ch 21)

notes -> is yn really mad kaiser??? or r u dumb

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[eden031]

First meetings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Pairing: Jack Abbot x intern!f!reader

Warnings: Jack POV, age gap, voilence against healthcare workers, violence against violent patients, talks of murder, trauma response, Jack is working through his emotional constipation, realisation of feelings, angst, Jack Abbot it down baaaaaad.

Summary: After his intern is attacked by a patient Jack Abbot has to face the fact that pushing people away might not always lead to the best outcome.

A/N: Okay, so this is lowkey a miracle…I don‘t know how I was able to write it this quickly, but here is the Jack POV companion chapter to Part 5, also we get some insight into things reader did not know about. Sooo, there will be two more chapters, mabye more, I don‘t know, I just love them your honor. Also I feel like I could also write this entire series from Jack‘s POV for a second time because it was so fun to work through how he feels about this situation and how he handles it. Hope you enjoy this :)

Shift change had gone smoothly for once, a relief if he was honest with himself. Though there was a small voice in the back of his head telling him not to trust the calm. Shaking his head he tried to get rid of the feeling that had attached itself to his mind like a tick, looking over at one of the work stations he saw his intern standing there. A chart clutched in her hands, her brows furrowed while she read through it.

Suppressing a smile at her expression he glanced at the chart in his hands. It was strangely empty for a Friday afternoon, usually it would be flooded with people that had done something stupid to start off the weekend. He hoped for the best regarding traumas, he was not sure if she could handle another day where people died like flies. The deaths had not hurt him, not really, he had gotten used to it by now, of course they stung, but that pain he had seen in her eyes was long gone from his mind. Still, when he had seen her empty stare and seen the tears he had felt so helpless. It was something he hated more than anything, he was usually in control, usually in charge of the situations he was in, but at that moment he felt like he had lost all sense of control.

He simply couldn’t resist anymore, comforting her, checking in on her, it had taken all the will he could gather in his bones not to call her back then. Too young, too bright, too much goodness ahead in her life to waste time and energy on someone like him. That was what he had told himself for almost a month, but the moment he had seen her in the Pitt it had started to crack, that wall he had built, the excuses stacked on top of each other began to fade away.

Every time half a granola bar was pressed in his hand by her his walls cracked further. There was no point in denying it anymore, especially not now.

In his peripheral he saw someone move, though did not think anything of it until a screech cut through the air. His head snapped up and he saw the figure of a large man shoving Princess to the ground, continuing his way towards someone, he started moving quickly. The only person that might have gone in that direction was his intern.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” The guy hollered at the person he seemed to be stalking towards, suddenly cold sweat began to trickle down his spine, he moved quicker, but it was already too late. The guy grabbed his intern, a hand around her throat was all he could see. “YOU FUCKING SLUT! YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME! I WILL KILL YOU!”

"Security!" he shouted as he moved in closer, terror pumping through his system like he was the one under attack, his movements seemed to slow down as his mind singled in on the image of the large hand wrapped around her throat. The shouting from security began, but he couldn’t reach her, it was too far, he was too slow. Suddenly a sharp movement, he had not seen what it had been, but the guy let go of her, stumbled backwards hollering in pain and then he saw her swing. Her fist connected with the guy’s face, an almost thundering crack sounded through the ED. He stumbled backwards, crumbling to the ground. Jack saw the way his head hit the ground, another cracking sound, blood began to pool underneath the man’s head.

Worry seeped into his mind as he moved quickly, he called her name, but her eyes were fixed on the crumpled form of the man on the ground. Again he called her name, this time she looked up at him.

“Are you okay? Can you take a deep breath for me?” he asked, still she simply stared at him, that empty look in her eyes he had seen countless times in the heat of battle.

Gently he said her name again, his hands twitched as he carefully took her face in his hands. Guilt and regret washing over him as he spoke again. He should have paid more attention, he should have been quicker.

“Hey,” he gently squeezed her face, “Are you okay?” he felt his brows furrowing, gentle relief came of him as he saw her eyes regain focus.

“What?” she whispered, hot tears running down her cheeks, brushing past his thumbs. His heart clenched, from the corner of his eye he could see a few nurses and Robby crouched around the man. Robby looked up at him, giving him a soft nod, telling him to take care of her. He could feel her trying to turn her head back towards where the man was laying, but he tightened his grip. It would only make things worse if she would panic about the asshole’s state of well being.

“Don’t look there,” he tried to be as gentle as possible while he spoke, still cradling her face in his hands like it was the most precious thing he had ever held. A few shuddering breaths came from her, with every single one he could feel his heart crack a little.

“I think I need to sit down,” she spoke so softly that it was almost impossible to hear her over the commotion, but he just nodded. Not wanting to let go he moved his hand between her shoulderblades, the other one he rested on her shoulder, gently guiding her towards the nearest chair in the nurses’ station. The empty look had returned to her eyes, a look he knew he never wanted to see again. He should have been quicker, shaking his head slightly he tried to get rid of those thoughts, he could sulk when she was alright. Crouching down in front of her he took her hand, first tapping it, though when her eyes did not seem to come into focus from that he tapped her thigh, his heart clenched as her eyes still did not come into focus. He repeated those actions, trying to get her attention, then finally her eyes seemed to focus and she looked down at him.

“Alright, listen,” he tapped her hand and thigh again, he did not know why, but it seemed like she could lose focus again at any given moment. “I am going to put you in line for an x-ray and a CT for now, just to make sure that nothing is broken or damaged otherwise.” he could barely hang on to his composure, feeling like he might snap at any given moment. His eyes found the bruise, the deep purple handprint around her neck, it made his stomach churn as he thought that this could have turned out so much worse. “While we wait for an x-ray we are going to ice your hand, okay?”

She nodded, slowly he got up from the awkward crouching position he had been sitting in. He was about to walk away to get the ice pack when he felt her grip on his hand tighten slightly. Stopping, he tilted his head in her direction, thinking that maybe she would want him to get something else along with the ice pack. Though then she looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy, lower lip trembling as she looked at him.

“Please don’t leave me,” her voice was so soft, a crack in her words. He felt his heart shatter, his sweet intern, she should never have had to experience this.

“Alright,” he nodded, stopping in his tracks, then looking around, spotting Mateo standing near them. Quickly he waved him over.

“Could you get her an ice pack? And call radiology for that x-ray and CT scan,” he had spoken softly to the nurse, but his focus was back on her quickly. Slowly crouching down again he felt her clinging to his hand like it was the only thing keeping her in the moment. He squeezed back, trying to give her some kind of comfort but that empty look on her face returned, the tear stains were enough to break his heart, to make him want to pull her close and tell her that everything would be okay.

“I treated him,” she whispered, her voice breaking again. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” This time her voice was shaking more violently. Tears began to run down her cheeks again. A quiet sob, then it happened quickly, loud sobs and more hot tears, quiet croaks. His heart shattered as he tried to comfort her. “I didn’t do anything wrong.” She repeated it like it was a mantra, like she was trying to find something that could explain what had happened. His stomach churned as she sobbed softly. Slowly he moved to stand, panic flashed over her face, but dissipated as he pulled her into a hug. It was an odd angle and his back would hate him for it the moment he was able to stand straight again, but right now it was what felt right. Not caring about the way Dana glanced over at him with an amused smile or how Mateo seemed mildly flustered as he brought him the ice pack, telling him that they had bumped her up as best as they could. He could feel the snot and tears seeping into his shirt as one hand found its way into her hair, gently brushing through it, his chin resting on top of her head.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, you did everything right,” he whispered, “You did so well,” he gently rubbed her scalp, trying to get her to calm down a little, “You did so well,”

He remained in that position for what felt like hours until Mateo came back to get her for the x-ray. As he pulled away he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, her eyes were glazed over at this point and her hand easily slipped from his.

Nausea settled in his stomach as he helped Mateo transfer her into a wheelchair, she didn’t really protest as she was wheeled away. Though he could see her head twitching to look around. It was almost like she didn’t really realise what had happened right now, like her mind had gone into a complete shutdown.

Leaning against a table he pressed the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, letting out a long sigh. Guilt and worry weighed heavy on him. He should have been faster, he should have reacted quicker, hell he should have known something was up the moment the damn shift transfer had gone without a hitch.

“You okay, brother?” Robby spoke softly from beside him. Crossing his arms over his chest he looked at his long time friend.

“Yeah,” he nodded, though his voice sounded rough, like he was about to start crying. He cleared his throat, trying to get his usual tone back.

“You sure about that?” Robby looked at him with that really worried expression, usually only reserved for when he was standing on the ledge of the roof.

“Fucking hell, Robby,” he muttered, looking around the nurses’ station was relatively empty, barely anyone there, “He attacked my intern,” it sounded a lot more possessive than he had wanted it to sound, though right now he did not really care.

“He did,” Robby nodded, “Though she got him pretty good,” Robby spoke softly, “Hit him so hard that some of the bone fragments were shoved towards his brain,” a moment of silence, “And he also has a skull fracture from falling,”

“Serves him right,” Jack spoke, the anger in his voice now less controlled than before, Robby glanced at him for a moment, worry evident in his eyes, but a certain curiosity seemed to linger there as well.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” Robby sounded more concerned about his well being at the moment than the well being of his intern and for some reason that made him furious.

“I am not the one that needs to talk right now,” he snapped at Robby, which made a few people turn their heads. Robby raised an eyebrow, then his hands.

“Alright, if you say so,” he nodded, though their conversation was disturbed by Dana calling out.

“Gloria incoming,” the charge nurse sounded almost as pleased as if someone had told her that all of the staff had called in sick half an hour before shift started.

“Great,” Robby muttered, “I will do the talking,” he gave Jack a warning glare as he saw Gloria marching towards them.

“I heard an intern of yours punched a patient?” she sounded angry, which made Jack’s blood boil. As he was about to open his mouth Robby put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a warning glare.

“Yes, but it was in self defence. He was choking her and threatening to kill her,” Robby sounded so calm about this. Jack tried to see the rational side to this, tried to tell himself that yelling at Gloria was not going to change what had happened.

“If you wait another ten minutes you might see her and her neck with a bruise in the shape of a fucking hand on it,” Jack spoke in a tone as measured as he could. Though he was pretty sure that he still sounded very angry, especially since Gloria looked at him like he was insane.

“Alright,” she nodded, “Have you asked her if she wants to press charges?” she crossed her arms in front of her chest. A snort came from both Jack and Robby at the same time.

“She was practically catatonic when they took her up to radiology,” Robby said in a quiet tone.

“The only thing she said for the past,” Jack looked at his watch, “forty five minutes was various variations of ‘I didn’t do anything wrong’ and ‘He was just a mean patient’” Jack gave Gloria a long, hard stare. The anger slowly ebbing away again, it was replaced by worry again, the worry that she wouldn’t be okay again. That this incident would make her unable to work in this ED ever again.

“She treated him a few weeks ago,” Robby elaborated, “From what some other staff said he was being incredibly rude to the female workers,”

“Gosh,” Gloria rubbed her face, Jack suppressed a snarky comment about Robby having told her multiple times already that shit like this happens when she continues to cut budget on the ED.

“Radiology just called, Mateo is bringing her down again, results should be here within twenty minutes max, you want me to call Tommy to pick her up?” Dana chimed in from the side. Both Jack and Robby nodded at that.

——————

Tommy had picked her up shortly after the results from radiology had come in, nothing was broken, no serious tissue damage. She had still been in that state of dissociation when Tommy had taken her home with care instructions given by Jack and Robby.

He had stayed in the hospital for the rest of day shift, he couldn’t go home. It didn’t feel right, he just couldn’t bring himself to go home.

Leaning against the railing of the roof he looked down on the streets below, the buzz of people below making him less agitated. Still even as he looked down he was wondering what he could have done, if he could have been quicker. It felt like his brain was playing that moment in a loop, if he had looked up when he had seen the movement from the corner of his eye and realised that it was a patient he could have been fast enough. Though at that moment it had not seemed to be an issue.

He should have been quicker, he should have been able to do something, not just move too slowly when her life was in danger. That expression on her face haunted him, that emptiness, the usual kind and gentle features just completely blank. The way she had clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her in this reality had shattered something in him. Shattered these walls he had been trying to keep up. Hell he knew the moment that he wouldn’t be able to keep them up when he had felt that burning hot rage in his stomach when she had joked around with Tommy for the first time.

From the moment she had stumbled in the Pitt he knew that the work he had been putting in keeping away from her for over a month would be for nothing. If he had never seen her again it might have worked, but the moment she had looked at him, eyes wide with shock, he knew that he had already lost. Running his hands through his hair he let out a long sigh. Maybe he had been too pig headed to admit that to himself until now, he probably had been. It had been there from the moment they had first met. He still remembered her appearing beside him, ordering him a refill for his drink. He still remembered thinking that she would leave again if he acted grumpy enough, but he couldn’t, not with those eyes staring right into his very being.

“Not thinking of jumping today?” Robby’s voice sounded tight, he knew that his friend was trying to joke, but both of them knew that this was not why Robby was on the roof.

“No,” Jack paused, “Thinking about the least suspicious way to kill that guy,” he grumbled under his breath as he continued to wring his hands together, like it might give him some peace of mind.

“Don’t think you are the only one trying to figure that out. So, are you going to tell me what that was back down there?” Robby leaned against the railing beside him.

“What do you mean?” At least he could pretend to play dumb for a little while. He knew Robby had sniffed out something was wrong the second he had cradled her face in his hands like it was the most precious thing he had ever held.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Robby gave him that kind of look that he would give patients if he knew they were not telling the entire truth.

“Robby,” Jack sighed deeply, running a hand over his face, a low groan escaped his lips. He knew that he would have to come clean with someone at some point. He had heard the rumours, the bets, he knew that people suspected things about them and he had not made it any better with the way he had acted today. In his inner eye he could already see money being handed around.

“Fuck,” he drew out the u so long that it felt silly to some degree. He knew Robby was probably the safest person to talk to, but hell, he hadn’t even talked to his therapist about it. He hadn’t told anyone about it except for the ceiling of his bedroom.

“That does not sound good,” Robby sounded amused, like he was curious about the entire situation.

“Robby…” Jack turned his head to look at his friend, he was not even sure how to start explaining this, how does one tell another person that they met a subordinate at a bar before ever interacting with them in a professional setting and that said meeting did not only involve talking.

“I care about her,” was all that came out of his mouth. He knew that Robby would want more information than that, though he also knew that Robby would have to pry certain parts of his feelings out of his cold, dead hands if he wanted to have them.

“That much is obvious,” Robby sounded like he wanted to grab him by the scrubs and shake him.

“Jesus fucking christ, Robby,” Jack sighed, rubbing his face again. The guilt, anger, worry and all the emotions of the past day and weeks started to accumulate, they all started to build up and he knew that he needed to do something. He had wanted to keep her out, wanted to make sure that she didn’t get too close, but now he realised that it was too late, he really was a stubborn old man, just like she had said.

“I really got soft, didn’t I?” he laughed as he shook his head. He knew Robby would immediately pick up on the fact that he was trying to steer the conversation away from her. The next words coming from his friend’s mouth felt like a punch to the gut.

“No, you didn’t get soft.” there was a short pause, “You were always soft for her,”

He felt like a cornered animal, he knew he could just tell Robby everything, tell Robby the truth, but he knew that if he did, there was no coming back. It felt like it was the last piece of the wall that had been chipped away, like this would be the last stone that could fall before she could just step right into his most guarded of places. Shaking his head he realised that it had already happened, he just didn’t want to accept it. She had not taken that wall down bit by bit from the outside, no she had climbed over it the first time they had met and began to chip away at it from the inside.

“Yeah, you are right,” he nodded, wringing with his hands, “You know when I first saw her in the ED, I thought, what is she doing here?” a laugh escaped him. Taking a long breath he shook his head, he was really going to tell Robby about this. Though it felt right, to do it on the roof, it was almost like ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’.

“When we first met she told me that she just finished med school, but did you think in that first second of seeing her I connected the dots?” Robby didn’t say anything. He simply listened, Jack ran his hand over his face.

“It’s weird, you know, I was trying so hard to leave her behind, leave the memory of her in the past, but she haunted me, so when I saw her in the Pitt at first I thought I was slowly losing it. Not the war, not the pain and suffering I saw, no a woman was making me lose my mind,” a snort came from him.

“Oh, but she was real,” he shook his head, it was like all that what he had wanted to tell someone was now beginning to flow.

“I really thought I could avoid it. I really thought that pushing her away in the first place wasn’t going to come back to bite me in the ass down the road.”

At that comment Robby laughed.

“So what happened down there? I think I realised that trying to keep her out was pointless because she had slipped in far too long ago,”

He remembered her hand on his face when they laid in his bed, the blanket wrapped around them, their legs tangled together, how beautifully she had smiled at him and told him that she wanted to freeze the moment in time. At that moment he had wanted nothing else, he had wanted nothing more than to keep her there with him, never let her leave. He hadn’t known why exactly and even now he didn’t really understand it, but it had been so easy then and it still was.

Now it was all he craved, to have her by his side, never having to let go of her ever again. Being able to see that smile every time he went to bed and every time he woke up.

A warm hand landed on his shoulder, Robby gave him a smile, a smile that showed that he understood. Hell, Robby was probably the person that would understand this situation the most, the person that might actually be able to say something that made it less painful.

“I think I don’t have to tell you what you should do,” Robby simply patted him on the shoulder again, slowly walking away from the railing. Leaving him standing there, knowing that that he had lost the battle with himself long ago.

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[27spoons]

okay so someone said "nat backshots" and i said "say less" now you get a blurb of nat taking readers strap

nsfw blurb / smut / gn!afab!reader / porn no plot / strap-on used, referred to as cock / some ass smacking / nat cries at some point / size-kink nat agenda / blame the horny asses in the server / it's me I'm the horny ass / not proofread we die like coach ben at nat's hand/ wc: 1569 (nice)

she's already on her hands and knees by the time you pull the harness tight around your hips, her breath hot and uneven where her forehead presses into the mattress. a flush creeps down her spine, bright red that sharply contrasts the pale skin—it makes your mouth water. makes you wanna leave your fingerprints along the bony protrusions, so that she remembers who made her like this.

"last chance, nat," you murmur, voice low as your knees press into the bed behind her, letting the head of the strap brush against the inside of her thigh.

nat can only grunt in response—although it sounds more like a desperate whine than anything else—and her hips tilt back in a silent invitation. you know her well enough to know she isn't going to beg. no, natalie scatorccio doesn't beg. at least, not until she's fucked stupid and barely holding onto reality.

you let her stew in it a while longer. let her squirm. let her feel the size of it, how much you're giving her. when you finally take the translucent blue cock into your hands, you can't help but grin. nat can't fight the whole body shiver that rakes her as you start to run the tip through her folds. she's wet, but you knew that already, didn't you? she's always wet for you.

"oh, nat. look at you. you don't even know what you've gotten yourself into, huh?" you let your spit fall from your mouth onto the toy, lathering it across the ridged surface. "you think you can take all of it?"

"oh my god," nat groans, trying to shift her hips to get you in, "asshole, i've been with dudes before. just... c'mon..."

you chuckle and nudge your knee between her thighs, forcing them wider. she's dripping already, clear slick painting her inner thighs, but you don't let yourself get distracted. not yet. you've got a point to prove.

"yeah? how many of them made you shake like this?"

you let the tip of your cock catch on her entrance—just the tip—and push barely inside, enough to make her walls flutter around nothing, enough to make her hips jerk back instinctively, desperate to pull you deeper.

you hold her still with a firm hand on her hip, fingers digging into the soft skin. "feel that, baby?" your voice drops into a cruel taunt as you roll your hips in slow, maddening circles, just enough to tease the first inch past her entrance. "not even halfway in yet."

nat groans—long, low, and frustrated—and tries to rock back again, only to be met with your grip tightening, a silent order to behave.

she looks good like this. helpless. squirming. needy.

"squeezing me so fucking tight already," you murmur, dragging the words out as you pull back a fraction, letting the ridged head catch on her entrance on the way out. "gonna split you open real nice, huh?"

nat makes a sound of helplessness, and you can feel her walls fluttering, trying to pull you in deeper. 

greedy.

you deliver a sharp slap to her ass for that, clicking your tongue. "i thought i made it clear that you're not to move? when did you decide you could?"

nat whimpers, fingers fisting in the comforter to keep from swatting at you, but she stays put. she doesn't push back again. she knows better. you both know that.

"thought you were supposed to be tough?" another inch. slow enough to be cruel. the stretch forces another broken noise out of her, muffled by the thick blanket. "c'mon, nat. take it. take it for me."

when she doesn't respond, you draw your hips back again, just enough to make her feel empty, then immediately push forward and bury yourself to the hilt.

the sound the leaves her is sinful.

it's one of those times where pleasure blurs with pain, a fire burning in her veins as her body attempts to accommodate the sudden, harsh intrusion. the stretch feels like something out of a horror film and like taking a shot of pure ecstasy, and she can't help the moan that rips itself from her throat when your hips start to wiggle.

"fuck," nat gasps, voice cracking as her face presses harder into the mattress. she's practically trembling under you, arms straining to keep her up, muscles in her thighs twitching from the effort.

you let her sit there for a moment. trembling. split wide open around you. letting her feel just how deep you are. letting it burn.

"mm, you feel that, baby?" you whisper against the shell of her ear, your chest pressing flush to her back. "you feel so fucking full, don't you? can't even move, can you?"

nat whines low in her throat. you smile harder.

you hook an arm around her waist and pull her up onto her knees properly, forcing her to arch for you, forcing her to feel every goddamn inch. she scrambles for purchase, a shaky hand reaching back to grip at your thigh, your hip, anything.

"'s too much…" she mumbles pathetically, but she doesn't make the effort to pull away. she doesn't tell you to stop. in fact, her cunt only flutters around you, greedy and overwhelmed and aching.

"nah," you murmur, brushing her hair to the side so you can kiss the back of her neck. "you're taking it. and you're doing so fucking good, nat. so good for me." 

and then you rock your hips, just once, just enough for her whole body to jolt forward on the bed, a broken moan punching out of her lungs. she can feel every ridge on the surface—the saliva you spit on, her own juices, everything. it's all too much and not enough at once. 

"jesus christ," nat hisses, squeezing her eyes shut like it would help. like it would make it easier to take you.

the grin that splits your face borders on feral as you start a slow, brutal rhythm. shallow thrusts that barely pull out before sinking right back to the hilt, giving her no time to think or even breathe.

no, she can't think when all she can feel is you. inside of her, stretching her out, wrecking her tight, fluttering cunt with each snap of your hips into hers. 

nat collapses down onto her forearms with a strangled whimper, thighs shaking violently from the effort of staying upright. her hair sticks to the sweat-slicked skin of her back, panting so hard you can hear every wet breath she fights to take.

good.

you want her fucking ruined.

you fish a hand in her hair, tugging her head back enough to make her arch even deeper. making her take you even deeper.

nat sobs at the angle, but once again makes no effort to pull away.

she doesn't want to.

"shhhh, i know, baby," you mock, low and cooing in her ear, digging your hips back slow and snapping forward hard enough to make the bedframe creak. "doing so good for me. so good."

she nods frantically, barely even aware she's doing it, like her brain's short-circuited into pure instinct. like all she's ever wanted to was to be good for you, to take your praise down her throat and choke on it.

you slam your hips forward again, and nat actually yelps, the sound immediately breaking into a desperate moan as she lets you take.

"such a good girl," you whisper, breath hot against her ear. "taking my cock like this. fucking hell, nat. you're perfect. my perfect girl." you emphasize every word with a snap of your hips, never stopping to cease your relentless pace.

you can practically feeling her tightening, spasming around the strap like she's right on the edge of something, and the thought of her coming just from this? just from the fullness, the stretch, the weight of you inside her? well. it makes you slam your hips harder into her.

"gonna make you fucking come like this," you pant, voice ragged with exertion. "gonna make you fucking break—!"

if you could see nat's face, you would see the tears spilling from her eyes as ragged moans rip from her throat with every thrust you greet her with. what you see is how her body tenses under yours, all her muscles locking up like she's trying to fight it, trying to be 'strong' and not give in.

"don't fight it," you breathe, sweat running down your face in small rivets, "c'mon, nat. be a good girl. be a good girl and come for me. come all over my cock. show me you want it."

the permission was all she needed, and the moan that leaves her sounds like a sigh of relief. she falls apart for you with a raw, broken cry, walls clamping down so hard around your pistoning shaft that it makes your head spin. her whole body trembles and spasms through it, wrecked and ruined and perfect.

you don't stop moving. no, you fuck her through it. slow and deep, grinding your hips into her until her sobs turn into wails from the overstimulation, until she's clawing at the sheets and practically begging you to move faster—but never stop. no, she doesn't want that.

"good girl," you whisper again, brushing her sweaty hair back from her face as she gasps for air. "so fucking good for me, nat. always so good."

[unholyhelbig]

i beg of you to write more mary x f reader I BEEEGGGGGGGGGGG

Title: Who You Belong To [18+]

Ship: Female!Reader x Mary (Sinners 2025)

Read Part One Here | Main Masterlist

Summary: After Mary turns you, the two of you work on your dynamics as she ushers you through your new life without the sun, and with some odd cravings that bring out Mary's darker side.

Warnings: Blood, biting, cannon-typical violence, pet names (Darling, sweet girl, all the fun southern dialects), fingering (R receiving), oral (R receiving), dom/sub tones, use of good girl, blood drinking, implied death, fire, reader is with a man BREIFLY, jealousy, and horrible grammar I don't proofread!

[A/n: Thank you all so, so, so much for the positive response to the first part. Seriously, I've been in a writing slump for awhile, and Sinners has changed that, let me tell you. Let me know if you want to see more!]

The deadbolt on the front door had been flipped with finality. It’s inner-workings clicking and settling into place was what ended up stirring you. The open sign settling against the front pane of glass as it was turned around stole the last promise of sleep away. Normal, simple actions that should have been nothing more than quiet day-to-day actions were grating. Annoying. Deafening.

The first inhale after death is painful. That’s what they don’t tell you. After decades of your lungs wetly manipulating air automatically, once it’s given a brief reprise, they don’t’ want to cooperate. Not gracefully, at least. The cough that tore through you was dizzying. The way you shot up, unsticking yourself from the green felt on the pool table was painful.

When your fingers first found the wound on your neck, two hollow puncture marks caked over with bullet-sized scars, firm and crusted over from time, you thought it was her hand. Mary’s. It was an instance of memory, a word that your brain supplied. Your fingers were too cold. Too dead to be yours. After all, you had only known warmth from yourself.

She turned from her place at the window, curiously lifting a brow at you trying to collect yourself teetering on the edge of the pool table. Your chest heaved and your eyes were feral. Darker than they had been before she’d ripped into you.

The strawberry pulp of your blood had dried against the curve of her chin, the perfect jut of her collar bone where you’d unbuttoned her shirt. The silk was ruined. Soaked through with you. None of that seemed to bother her. When she walked closer to you, she did so with the confidence of approaching a trained dog.

Her presence, you realized, was needed. Calmed you. Eased the tension in your shoulders and slowed your breathing if just by a second. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I just let a beautiful woman rip out my jugular for a quick fuck.”

“There ain’t nothing quick about forever,” Mary purred. The words felt genuine as they slipped past her lips, smooth like velvet. She looked and acted like a predator, but was soft around the edges.

She reached out a hand, and when you took it, you were met with a warm familiarity. Not more electric coolness. You tightened your fingers around her own in an instinct of learned yearning for closeness. For comfort after a traumatic event. Mary helped you steadily off the pool table on unsteady legs, her other hand planted on your hip.

“Got anywhere to wash up in this place, darlin? A change of clothes?” she nudged your nose with her own, trying to draw your focus gently from the conflicting warning signs in your body. “You’re a vision covered in blood. It’s not comfortable though, is it?”

You breathed out, shook your head tentatively. Your neck was stiff and jaw was aching. There was a subtle burn at the back of your throat that reminded you much of longing. A longing so deep and primal that you were sure nothing would ever settle it.

Wordlessly you walked towards the door that rested just beyond the bar. Past a dingy plastic sink and cans of food that were unopened, dishes that needed to be done, was a stairwell up to your apartment.

It wasn’t anything special; a dingy room with a recliner in the corner, crowded yet cozy. Warm with the confines of the only place you’d lived in the past year. There was a bathroom and a dresser that held the few changes of clothes you owned.

You went through the motions as if you were cleaning yourself of silt that lined the swampy earth you’d played in as child. The blood would wash away much easier. You were fortunate enough to have heated water for the bar downstairs, the luxury extending to the tub.

While the steaming water filled the air with a rusted smell, and the floral soap tickled at your nose, you struggled to work at the button on your pants with clumsy fingers. Mary had been lingering in the doorway, but she stepped into your space then, moved your hands away and took over.

“I can feel how quickly your thoughts are moving.”

“Is that part of this? Being in my head.”

“No, no. Not all the time. But they’re loud right now. Hard to block out. You can ask me questions, babydoll. I know you’ve got em’. No reason to hold your tongue.”

A hum dislodged itself from your throat. She’d pulled your pants down and you used her shoulders to steady yourself as you stepped out of them. Mary’s eyes flashed with an admirative hunger at the sight of you. The full sight of you.

You couldn’t help the arousal that shot through you: Mary on her knees, ill-lit eyes peering up at you as if you were the only thing in the world. Her devotion was confusing, all-encapsulating. She was a terrifying enigma who had taken your life and given you a new, strange one, all in one breath.

She stood, dragging her nails up your sides and dipping her chin to maintain eye-contact. Mary peeled her own shirt off, letting the pile into the corner next to yours, much duller than the pop of color that she provided.

It didn’t startle, nor shock you, when she slid into the tub behind you. It wasn’t a big tub, arms wrapped around you and breasts right up against your back. You sighed into her, were oddly comforted by the way this near stranger scrubbed the blood from the slope of your neck.

“Why me?” You rasped.

Mary was silent for a moment. A long moment that was filled by the shift of the water and the way she dragged the pads of her fingers over your knuckles to move the red pigment away. The lavender that swirled around the both of you was nothing but soothing.

“You seemed lost.” She answered, dragging her hands over your arms to curve the cold. “Not in the way of wanderin’ but in the way of not knowing how to start. And I’ve been there. Trapped within the purgatory of wishing there was something more.”

You shifted, turned ever so slightly and looked at her, the tenderness in her eyes. “What changed?”

“A night in a juke joint in the Mississippi Delta, that’s what changed.” She chuckled dryly, as if it was an inside joke. “Things are put into perspective real quick. You learn that all the big things that seem big sometimes aren’t. Sometimes the small things are what counts. And sometimes… it’s okay to be selfish.”

“Selfish, huh?”

“Well, you’re bewitching and I’m weak.” Mary chuckled. You could feel the movement rush through her. “So, what if I’m selfish. I’ll never see the sun again, I’ll take the closest thing that I can get.” Her head dropped to your shoulder, almost out of guilt. “No family. No one to come looking for you.”

“Mm, fuck. I should have trusted Albuquerque.”

“Babygirl, no one should trust Albuquerque. The city or the person.”

You snorted at that, shaking your head. She’d shifted so her chin was resting in the small of your shoulder, tantalizingly close to where she’d bitten you hours before. “Mm, you just wanted a pet.”

“And what’s so wrong with that?” Mary nipped lightly at your shoulder, soothed it quickly with her tongue. “I take good care of my things, darlin”

It had become apparent over the following year that you’d spent with Mary, that she did take very good care of her things. Though, she was possessive of them. Keeping a firm hand against the small of your back at all times. An arm around your shoulders or your midsection to keep you in her lap.

“Oh, now, come on” Stack led the angry red end of the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply. “I think that’s just criminal. Damn fuckin’ criminal. They should have you locked up.”

You snorted, digging into your pocket for your own rolled cigarette. Stack matched your move pound for pound, watching as you closed the end of your teeth around the tip. He leaned close to you, enveloping you in the scent of clove and the deep spice of his cologne. He used the lit edge to ignite your own cigarette.

“Stack, you best back away from my girl if you want to keep all ten of your fingers.”

“Come on now, Mary!” He shot back with a strike of quickness and a roll of his eyes regardless. “I didn’t mean a thing by it. You better school her about her taste in music, I’ll tell you that much. Your girl or not, she needs helpin’ along in the blues department.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but didn’t make good on her threat. She handed off a bottle of liquor to Stack before depositing another paper-wrapped one into your hands. The three of you occupied a picnic table under a streetlamp, far away enough from the public to stay conspicuous.

“You do have horrible taste in music, baby.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” Stack defended.

“Yeah, well. Didn’t have to say it so close to her face, did you?”

Stack growled at her. Nothing threatening or primal, something you’d learned was easy to do if you put enough air behind it. You were used to them bickering like this. Like siblings. Like people who loved one another deeply at one point, and had realized that it wasn’t love necessarily like that. Like beings who owed it to one another to try, and had valiantly.

Right now, you were her passion project and you’d accept her attention for as long as she’d give it. Be it days, weeks, or years. It was diligent, and it filled you with the kind of warmth you were missing your entire life.

You hadn’t truly lived until you died, and Mary was guiding you.

“I knew you were jealous when you took a train from Chicago to chew me out on a platform.”

“Wasn’t jealous then,” Mary snapped back, slipping her hand around your waist. “You fucked me halfway to Tuesday and left by the next. That’s called anger, Stack.”

“Same thing.” He shrugged, waved her off as if you hadn’t heard them have this same argument ten times over.

The spiced tobacco curled around your lungs with a warmth similar to the kind that Mary sparked against your skin. She dragged her nose across your cheek, breathing in, watching you devilishly as you flicked the white ash from the end before closing your lips back around the cigarette. You knew damn well what you were doing, watching her swallow the excess saliva in her mouth.

The smash of hard-rimmed glass drew your attention to the bar that quite resembled the one you’d burnt down months before. It tugged at a dull ache in your chest and culminated behind your jaw, much like the first time you’d dug your teeth into something truly alive, with a pulse. The first time you’d felt that zeal drain away at your volition.

A liquor store with a welcome sign at it’s edge was attached to the actual establishment. Hence why you camped out here. Alcohol still went down smoothly and with a softness unrivaled, but there was always easy prey here. Those who got too inebriated, putty in your hands.

“It’s going to feel strange for a bit, Babygirl.”

 Mary had told you as the two of you sat in the dull darkness of an apartment she commandeered from a foreclosure. It was above a bookstore, one that buzzed pleasantly during the day and cushioned out the rest of the world along with the layers of newspaper and cardboard she’d plastered the windows with to keep sun out.  

Her head was in your lap, body sprawled over the cotton sheets of the bed. Your body ached with a familiar niceness, fingers carding through Mary’s hair, occasionally tracing over her features. So delicate and breath-taking.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t done as she instructed. She didn’t’ need to guide you much, Mary essentially ripped the seal on the person she’d cornered and then the sharp, tantalizing scent of blood made the vicious burn in your throat worsen until you were latched onto whatever skin was exposed to you.

“Do you have a… preference?”

She chuckled and it was warm, peering up at you with eyes that were more blue than black. “No such thing. You’ll find that some circumstances work better than others. When people are alone. When they’re angry. Reckless.”

“Vulnerable.”

“It does make it easier, yes.” She resituated herself until she was sitting across from you, your knees touching and her hair falling elegantly over her shoulders. You almost whined at the loss of contact, but swallowed it down when she grasped your hands in her own. “Killing is not something I enjoy, but it’s necessary.”

“You’re going to make me do it on my own, aren’t you?” You scoffed dejectedly.

“Mm, there’s a learning curve.”

Mary could see the worry behind your eyes. Silenced it by leaning forward and pushing her lips against your own in the most delicate version of a kiss she had to offer. It sent chills down your spine, electrifying your skin where it met her own.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way,” She growled so deeply you could feel it in your own chest as it pressed against yours. “Just let your instincts take over, angel. They’ll do the rest.”

They did so diligently now. You didn’t think twice before digging the pointed edges of your teeth into whatever salted skin you could bring yourself close to. When the hunger burned, it burned deeper than anything you’d ever felt before. Something Mary promised would wear off eventually, and she hadn’t steered you wrong yet.

Often times, your mind would zero in on people like they were playthings first and humans second. The man who had thrown his bottle into the nearest wall and bellowed out drunkenly was an easy catch. Though he was twice your size by the looks of it. Mary gave your arm a squeeze, drawing your attention back to herself and Stack.

“Don’t think that’s your speed yet, darlin”

“Oh, come on, Mary!” Stack took a long pull of his drink, holding the bottle by the neck and letting the foam froth down his bearded chin. “Don’t coddle her. Y/n has been in a fair share of bar fights and that’s before you ripped her throat out on a pool table, which I’m devastated you torched by the way. She can handle herself. Can’t ya?”

“Sure can.”

Stack laughed with his belly and clapped a hand on your shoulder giving you a playful nudge. You couldn’t help but laugh with him, something that had a nervous edge to it, even as you glanced back at the man who was swaying on his feet and grasping at another amber bottle of beer himself. He talked louder than the rest, crueler about his women.

“Oh, I believe you sweetie, I do.” Mary’s accent came out thicker when she in fact, didn’t believe you, and was getting anxious about the turn of events. “Just, with men like that…”

“With men like that, the trick is to flirt.”

Stack wiggled his eyebrows and earned a hearty hit to the shoulder, nearly destabilizing him on the edge of the picnic table. Mary’s fingers had moved from your arm to trail against the base of your spine. The darkness of the night shielding you from thinly veiled judgement.

With a rumbled snarl, her lips pressed against your temple, she conceded. “Fine, fine. Take your shot.”

“Don’t think I can do it?”

Mary clenched and unclenched her jaw, plucking the cigarette from your lips and placing it between her own. The glowing end buzzing angrily in an orange sunset of color. There was a glossy look to her eyes that was unreadable, but she settled herself onto the tabletop next to Stack, gesturing vaguely.

That sparked something determined in your chest as you shoved your own drink into her hands and straightened out your clothes. Mary’s clothes, really. You had packed what you wanted into a burlap duffel bag before tossing the match into the heart of your families bar. You wore duller colors, items that weren’t made of silk but cotton. Things that were worn in well.

They interchanged with Mary’s now. Most of your wardrobe was a rotating door, much too soiled with your hasty meals. You were glad that you chose today to wear one of her finger pieces. A black silk blouse that cut low and exposed skin to your advantage in the southern heat.

You pushed your chest out purposely, watched Mary’s eyes narrow and darken to the point of primal hunger. You turned on your heel and walked towards the group of men that were roughhousing in front of the bar.

Their conversations and bubbling laughter started to drain away as you stalked closer with a confidence unmatched. The largest man, one who looked more attractive up close, with a chiseled jaw and an easy smile on his face, let out a low whistle.

“Hi pretty lady, you alone out here?”

The boys around him hooped and hollered, sizing you up like you were a prize. You’d seen men like this. Known men like this. Even before Mary had sunk her teeth into your throat, you held a certain level of anger towards their indifference as they occupied spots at your bar.

You gave him your sweetest smile “I was just traveling and gosh, the heat in these parts. I thought it cooled off once the sun went down.”

“A northern little thing, aren’t you?” He put his foot up on the seat of the picnic table, leaning forward. “I could offer you a drink, but it won’t do much. There’s a swimming hole right round’ back. Some privacy. That’ll cool you off real quick.”

“Why not both?”

“Woo!” a skinny man with slicked back black hair clapped his calloused hands “I like this woman, Tommy.”

He did too. You could see it in his eyes. You lifted your brow at him in question, an invitation, really. And he fell right into it when he handed you his newly opened beer. It was cold, which was nice as you wrapped your lips around the lip and took deliberately slow swallows.

You let out a slow, tantalizing sigh, leaning over the picnic table that separated you and Tommy. He smelled sickeningly like sweat and cinnamon candy. “That hit the spot.” You lowered your voice to a simmering growl. “Why don’t we go to that lake so you can find mine?”

It was filthy enough to render him speechless, so when you offered your hand, he took it without hesitance. It was damp in your own, almost slimy. But You could hear the way that his heartrate picked up to a deafening pace.

You could feel the hunger building deep within your stomach. That horrid, wanting, primal need that drove you to do exactly what you were doing now. The triumphant and lude murmurs from Tommy’s friends were nothing short of deplorable but they were soon swallowed by the cacophony of sound the forest around you created.

There was a dirt trail that led from the bar to the water. Tommy had pulled you to the edge of the water, snagging you by the waist after he’d peeled his shirt away and tossed it at the base of a tree. His chest was slick with sweat, your hand splaying against the brawn of it.

“I thought we were going to cool off.” You purred.

“Right after things heat up a little.”

Tommy pressed his lips to yours, and you kissed back, tasting the alcohol and the smoke on his breath. He squeezed your hip and tried to drag you closer to him. He was sloppy and unkempt and not nearly as gentle with his movements as Mary. The stubble on his face scratched at your skin, but none of that seemed to matter because soon the only thing you could hear was the rapid beating of his heart. All the blood that pulsed through his body.

Your hand moved to the belt of his pants, fooling with the belt slowly, but not making any real effort to undo it. Instead, your lips found his throat. You nipped at it softly, breaking skin and drawing a hiss from him.

“Ha, you’re a little feisty thing aren’t you.”

You hummed in response, dragging your tongue over the pinprick of blood that started to weep from the small wounds.

“What if you put that mouth to better use?”

Alright. That was quite enough. He was getting too cocky, and while the fun of the chase was half the battle, you could feel the saliva fill your mouth like hot honey. There was a hot pressure in your chest and throat and behind your eyes, surely a milky black by now.

So, you bit down. His grunt was garbled within a second, the tinny, polished taste coating your tongue. You gulped down the heat that filled your mouth, hearing the choked gasps coming from Tommy did nothing to deter you. He started to claw at your back. Opening and closing his mouth with wet noises.

Blood dripped down your chin, slicked across your chest and dampened your fingers as you wretched his chin further to the side to give you better access to your meal. You figured you’d never been this starved before, and never would be again until your next encounter.

Tommy went limp against you, his breath shallow and then nothing. A delicate arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you from your haze. Forcing you to unlatch your teeth from sticky tendons and salted skin.

“I think you’ve proven your point.” Mary looked down with unfathomable disgust at the dead man.

You pressed your spine against the opposite tree, dragging your arm across your face to smear away some of the pulpy blood before it dried in the nighttime breeze. One of Mary’s sculpted brows lifted as she crossed her arms over her chest, darting her calculated stare between you and what was left of Tommy.

At this point, it was easy to tell when Mary was displeased. She got a crinkle between her brows and a downturn to her lip. And boy was she pissed at you right now. She took a step closer to you, glowered down with darkened eyes illuminated by the moon.

“I don’t like the way he touched you.”

“I was touching him.”

“I don’t like that either.”

Mary clenched her jaw and snarled deep in her throat, bringing her lips so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of her breath but wouldn’t dare surge forward to connect them. Not with the envy pulsing through her like a heartbeat.

“I wish you weren’t so stubborn.” Mary placed her knee between both of yours, ground it into your center until you were to swallow a moan.

You frowned in confusion, tried to lean forward and connect your lips but she moved back, just out of reach.

“I’m not stubborn.”

“Darlin’ you are. You are, and you know how I know that? Because anyone else would have been on their knees begging for my forgiveness, devouring me until the sun rose and threatened to destroy us both. But instead, you’re struggling with the buckle of another mans belt.”

You lilted your head to the side, watched her carefully. She’d guided you through meals before, and it had never been like this. This was the first time you’d exercised your ability to seduce in order to get what you wanted, and it was getting under her skin. It gave you an unexpected thrill. One that pulsed straight to your core.

Her voice was a velvet whisper. “I need you to know who you belong to.”

Oh, you knew. It was hard to deny when she was trailing her hot mouth along your jaw and then your throat. Her teeth sharp, biting and hot as she soothed it with her tongue moments later. You clawed at Mary’s shoulders, trying to pull her closer.

“I know,” You whined out, sounding much too desperate “I know, Mary, promise.”

“I’m not convinced, you were all over him. Your tongue was practically down his throat.”

She was licking away at the blood you had spilled, ripping at the fabric of her own shirt before focusing on the drips that had sloped down your breasts. A gasp escaped you, head thrown back against the tree.

You whimpered, hands coming up to her hair “I was just doing what you taught me.”

“So needy,” She tuts, “I just don’t know if you deserve my mouth when all you seem to do is run yours against a mans.”

Mary’s fingers move past your waistband and dip into you. “A little jealousy and you’re already this soaked for me?”

She pulls away and earns another noise from the back of your throat before presenting her fingers. They’re wet with your arousal and you’re suddenly flushed with embarrassment. Both of her eyebrows lifted and you knew exactly what she wanted.

“I know how loud you like to get. Suck.”

Without a second thought, you opened your mouth and did as you were told, humming around her. You could taste your own slick, the salt on her skin. She relished in the way you gagged when she pushed deeper into your mouth, an attractive glint in her eyes. “That’s a good girl. So obedient. So you can follow social cues?”

Soon she pulled her hand away, dragging it down her front as she dropped to her knees and dragged your pants down to your ankles. You dutifully stepped out of them when she tapped your ankle, knowing the drill.

Mary lifted one of your legs over her shoulder. Her breath was hot against your thigh, so close to where you needed her most but not quite touching. She bit and nipped at the soft skin there sending shivers down your spine.

“Mm, he’d never get to touch you here.” She breathed against you “no one but me ever will.”

“No, no one but you.”

“So fucking pretty like this. At my mercy.” Mary licked a stripe across your pussy, earning a guttural moan from you that moved through the simplicity of the forest. Again, her tongue dipped in and you found purchase and balance by resting your hands on her shoulders, panting hard, growling harder. “All mine.”

She shifted her attention to your clit, sucking it the way she would enjoy a meal, much gentler than you, with more practice. “M-Mary, please. Fuck. Please.”

“What was that, angel? Couldn’t hear you over all that desperate whining.”

At this, you whined harder, hoping it would appeal to her softer side. “Please, Mar, I need to come.”

She hummed against you and the vibration of the noise only brought you closer to the edge. But then she showed mercy on you and slipped the fingers you’d had in your mouth into you. The gasp that you would have produced got lodged in your throat.

“Good God, Darlin, you are close.” She started to pump into you, returning her ministrations to your bud. “Go ahead, come on my fingers.”

You let out a breath of relief in between the small whimpers she was pulling from you. But her movements stopped as quickly as they started, dark rimmed eyes peering up at you. “Ah-ah only if you know exactly who owns this pussy.”

She felt you tighten around her fingers, sneered at the feeling of ecstasy that shot to her own core. It made her throat dry. Seeing you come undone under herself like this. She didn’t know how much longer she could edge you like this without coming apart herself.

“You do,” You moaned “you, you, you. Only you, Mary. Please.”

“Well, when you put it like that.”

She returned to her ministrations and it didn’t take much to send you over the edge entirely. You felt yourself tense around Mary, breath panting and sweat coating your skin. Bliss exploded through you, fingers digging into her shoulders. You ground your teeth together to keep your noises of pleasure at bay, legs shaking, Mary coached you through your orgasm.

The woman that she was, pulled your pants back up and buttoned the fabric easily. She kissed your mouth, panting herself. “I might have a little problem with jealousy.”

“Little?”

“Medium sized.” She steadied you once more “You okay, angel?”

“Never better. You’re sexy when you’re pissed.”

“Yeah, well. Don’t make a habit of bringing it out in me.”

Mary smiled something shy then, reaching and plucking a leaf from your hair before flicking it to the side. Her breath was warm as it mingled with your own. Her scent clean and crisp despite the energy the both of you had just exerted under the pale moon.

You frowned, “You haven’t eaten tonight. Are you hungry?”

“I’ve eaten, Babygirl, don’t you worry.” She giggled, infectious. Beautiful and captivating.

The sun was due to come up in an hour, and Stack had wandered in search of his own meal. You were sticky with blood and the taste of yourself. Mary had a softer smile than before, one of admiration and affection. She took a small step back and held her hand out to you, a delicate gesture.

“Lets get you cleaned up. You’re a mess.”

“That’s not my fault.” You laughed, voice husky.

“Stubborn. Nothing but stubborn. You’re lucky you’re beautiful.”

[wynnerwynner]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇

avengers au!joaquin torres x female!toxikensis!reader

synopsis: y/n and joaquin have to keep their relationship hidden due to the avenger’s unspoken rule. meanwhile, joaquin shows y/n she is more than her trauma.

request: yes

warnings: hints at murder, trust issues, happy ending

wc: 3.2k

a/n: i never said i was good at endings y'all 😫. also if anyone has any tips for tmj pain let me know bc im bouta go ape shit

There was no written rule for “no sexual relations among teammates”, however, it was heavily implied. After Natasha and Bruce’s relationship crashed and burned, rumours of teammates possibly hooking up or even liking each other seemed to set everyone on edge. It was too much of a risk, one person favouring another’s safety during missions or getting distracted. The only exception was for Vision and Wanda, who the team did not exactly count as committing a crime because Vision lacked human error.

As someone who was closed off, Y/N had never thought much of the rule. She’d conditioned herself to keep a distance from people, even after learning to tame her poison abilities. She was so used to burning someone’s skin by simply touching them or poison someone by sharing a drink that the idea of being able to return to some of her previous indulgences was discomforting. However, with Joaquin’s arrival, that rule suddenly flashed before her eyes like an obnoxious billboard.

Joaquin was speechless when he first met Y/N. He’d seen her in the media but in person, she took his breath away. When he’d tried to shake her hand, she stared at it for a moment before returning the formality. As their skin touched, she looked him in the eye and offered him a small smile. She was quiet, but he could almost see the gears turning as though she had come up with a particularly smart response in her head. He could tell that despite the cold exterior, she was all fire within.

The first time Joaquin went to the gym to train with his new teammates, Y/N was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked Sam.

“She doesn’t like to train with us,” he answered.

“She has her own space down the hall,” Natasha pointed over her shoulder. “Something to do with not wanting to hurt anyone.”

The room Y/N trained in was similar in size to a shipping container. The longest walls were made of glass but the shorter were of cement. He watched her from the other side of the glass, fighting off Tony’s training drones and dummies. As she raised her hands, thick neon-green liquid rose to her fingertips and sprayed out at the training dummy. She took down three others by blowing a cloud of yellow, billowing gas at them. Joaquin clapped, causing her to look around with furrowed brows. She went over to a high-tech panel a few feet from him and when she tapped a few buttons, her eyes widened as they caught his.

He raised a friendly hand with an abashed smile, “Sorry.”

Y/N only assessed him, then turned back to her work.

Joaquin proceeded took the long route to the gym every morning. His new path allowed him to walk past her training room and the more he passed by, the more sure he was sure she’d stopped using the two-way glass feature. One time, he caught her as she was exiting.

“You’re late,” she commented.

It was so rare to hear her speak that he savoured every syllable.

She was right, though. He was very late to training that morning.

“Yeah, I was on the phone with my mom,” he sighed. “I love her but sometimes I feel like she’ll never let me go.”

Y/N cracked an almost imperceptible smile and nodded.

“How come you practice alone?” he asked.

Her eyes roved over him, detailing his appearance for the morning. “I’m sure you’ve seen the news.”

“Don’t believe everything you see online.”

Y/N’s snort brought a smile to his face. It was like an achievement, making her laugh. To others it was nothing, but to him it felt like everything.

“It’s safer this way,” she glanced back at the darkened room.

“But you’ve learned to control your powers, right?”

Her head cocked and she peered at the ground. “I’ve been meaning to tell you…” She hesitated, “Thank you for shaking my hand.”

Joaquin’s brows furrowed. What an odd thing to thank him for.

“It’s only the polite thing,” he replied.

Y/N looked from one of his eyes to the other. He couldn’t tell if she was studying him or judging him. He felt like he was missing something. Without another word, she walked away.

Another morning, Joaquin knocked on the glass and waved her over. She stuck her head out the crystal door, waiting for him to speak.

“Hi,” he smiled with a sigh. “Uh, I was just wondering if you wanted to get some food sometime? Not—not as a date, just… just to get to know my teammate. I think you’re really cool and—”

“I don’t eat out,” she interjected his rambling.

“Why not?”

Her lips flattened into a line and she pushed her sweaty baby hairs from her forehead. “It’s not safe. I’m like a virus. I could kill someone by them touching my fork.”

“You touched me and I’m still here. See?” He held up the hand she shook.

Y/N sighed and pulled the door closed. Joaquin jammed his foot between it before it could fully close and grabbed the door.

“Let me cook for you,” he offered.

“That’s—”

“I can buy disposable dishes or you can wash them yourself,” he spoke quickly. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

The look in his eyes was desperate and she almost felt bad saying no. She looked him over again, then nodded.

That had started it all. Y/N had spoke more than she had in a long time. As time went on, he would catch her in the halls and make conversation. He even managed to make her fully smile.

One late night, Joaquin found her sitting on the edge of the koi pond in the lobby, a ceramic bowl in one hand. He hadn’t seen her in anything other than workout clothing or their suits. A smile graced her lips as she dropped food into the pond. He’d never seen her so relaxed.

“Doesn’t Stark have someone doing that for him?”

Her head whipped to meet his gaze.

Joaquin cringed, “Sorry.”

Y/N returned to her fish, dropping a small piece of orange into the pond. The fish leapt at the food, splashing water on her sweats, but she didn’t seem to mind. “He does,” she replied to his inquiry. “When she’s on vacation I do it for her.”

“At one in the morning?”

She eyed him, “You’re one to talk.”

Joaquin chuckled at her quip. “Do you mind?”

At a shake of her head, he sat himself beside her. He watched her take another piece of orange and hold it out to him. Her fingers brushed his skin as she set the wet fruit in his palm and he wanted to say he was proud of her but was afraid it might scare her off.

“Did you know,” she began, grabbing some orange, “koi can recognize people?”

Joaquin watched her put her hand in the water and four fish fought for the food in her hand. He couldn’t look away from her satisfied smile. It made him feel giddy, like a school boy with a crush again. She made him feel things he hadn’t in a long time.

“Go on.”

Joaquin did a double take as he realized from her words that he had been staring. Instead of her usual blank expression she offered him, a small smile was tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Do I just… drop it in?” he asked, angling his hand over the water.

Y/N nodded encouragingly.

Joaquin let go of the fruit and a laugh left his lips as they dove for it. This time, it was Y/N’s turn to be caught staring. They both couldn’t seem to look away. Caught up in the moment, Joaquin reached for her free hand. His breathing picked up as she didn’t pull away from his touch. Her skin was warm, just as he’d imagined. He ran his thumb gently over her knuckles. A smile twitched across her lips and when it fully appeared, his world felt a little brighter.

“You’re beautiful,” he found himself saying.

Y/N looked to the wall of windows, out to the hanger across the property. The light of the moon and the glow of the lamplights illuminated her face. She came back to him, peering at their hands. Y/N raised her hand and he thought for a moment she was going to push him away, but she didn’t. Joaquin could only watch as she raised his palm to her cheek. His fingers were covered in the juice from the orange but she didn’t seem to care. As he ran his thumb under her eye, she closed her eyes.

“When I first came here,” she began, “no one shook my hand. They weren’t trying to be rude, I know that, but they knew what I was. They were afraid, even if they didn’t want to admit it.”

Joaquin almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he also wasn’t surprised. She’d joined the Avengers years before him and if he guessed correctly, the articles that came out about her accidentally killing people because of her powers were still fresh on people’s minds. The only difference between Joaquin and the rest of the team was that by the time he joined, people with superpowers were normalized and rarely went about the world terrorizing others on purpose. Joaquin knew there was no way Steve Rogers would have agreed to have her on the team if she was a danger.

After that night at the koi pond, things began as innocent brushes, small conversations while their teammates were around, shooting a glance to each other across tables.

Y/N had kissed him first. He wanted to give her the control—only advance things when she was comfortable. The more she’d pull him into empty hallways and kissed him before running off again, the more comfortable he was with waiting for her. Joaquin was addicted to her and he wasn’t afraid to admit it.

After a while, he suggested she try using the same gym as them. The day she’d walked in, almost all eyes were on her. Joaquin had caught her rigid shoulders and took advantage of Sam’s distraction, slamming him to the mat with a loud smack. The entire room looked to Joaquin standing over Sam. Bucky’s laugh echoed from his spot on the bench.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Sam exclaimed.

“Never let your guard down, Sam,” Natasha smirked. “Good one Joaquin.”

“No, man, get away from me,” Captain America smacked Joaquin’s offered hand.

He laughed, teasing him, “Don’t be such a sore loser, Cap.”

“Listen, I’ll get you back,” he pointed as he went for his water bottle.

Joaquin took the momentary breather to find Y/N again. She was wrapping her hands, preparing to use the punching bag. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at him and nodded her thanks.

Joaquin made sure to distract them any time she entered the gym and eventually, he didn’t have to anymore. The team could see she was getting more comfortable and yet no one seemed to question her sudden change in attitude. Natasha began to spar with Y/N, helping perfect her moves and teach her new ones. Joaquin was proud as he watched her day after day grow closer with their team. He was happy seeing her be herself, understanding that she wasn’t defined by her past.

After months of hiding their relationship, Joaquin strode into the kitchen late at night. Natasha was leaning back against the counter, spooning yoghurt into her mouth.

“You looking forward to tomorrow?” he asked.

Tony was hosting his annual Stark Expo and the Avengers attendance was mandatory.

“Not really,” she mumbled. “I’ll probably show up an hour before it ends. Then Tony can’t say I didn’t show.”

Joaquin chuckled as he grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl. “That’s smart.”

Natasha watched as he got out a cutting board, knife, and bowl.

“You gonna bring anyone?” she asked.

“Why? Wanna be my date?”

Natasha cringed, but a laugh escaped her. “You’re a little too young for my taste, kid. Besides, I don’t think it’d be appropriate.”

“Because of the no-dating-teammates rule?” he cut the orange into small pieces.

Natasha was quiet as she scraped the last of the yoghurt from the cup. Joaquin glanced up to find a small smile on her lips.

“You going to feed the fish?” she asked.

“Uh…” he looked down at the sticky mess on the counter, “yeah.”

“Sometimes thing echo around here, you know?” Natasha smirked. “Walls are made of glass. Lots of open space in the lobby.”

Joaquin continued to cut up the orange. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody.”

“Won’t tell anyone what?” he chuckled, feigning confusion.

Natasha threw out her yoghurt cup and put the spoon in the dishwasher.

“You’re a good liar, Captain,” she said as she made her way back to the hall. “It takes one to know one.”

Natasha disappeared toward the bedrooms with a wink, leaving him alone in the kitchen with his thoughts.

The next night, Joaquin was dressed in his best suit. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Y/N in her outfit. She was the definition of beautiful. There were a few times he was sure his teammates had caught him admiring her. 

Thor suddenly clapped a tipsy hand on Joaquin’s shoulder. The Falcon bent slightly at the knees from the weight of his grip.

“You’re a good man, Captain Falcon,” the god slurred a little. “You deserve a good woman. Y/N seems good, too.”

Joaquin had laughed awkwardly, trying his best to come up with a way out of the situation. “Thanks, man.”

“You should ask her out,” Thor encouraged.

“I don’t know…”

“What? Are you scared? Never be afraid, little man,” he squeezed a little harder with a good shake and Joaquin had to fight back a groan from the throbbing of his shoulder blade. “You need not be afraid of women. Or men. Whichever you prefer. You know, my brother is—”

“I don’t think that’d be fair to everyone,” Joaquin quickly replied. “I wouldn’t want to make things awkward.”

“You’re a good man,” Thor tapped him a little too hard on the cheek. “I’m sure no one would mind.”

Joaquin searched for Y/N in the sea of people as Thor walked away. He didn’t care if people noticed him staring. Maybe Thor was right. If they kept it professional around their teammates as they already had, there would be no harm. Besides, if Vision and Wanda could move out and build a family together, why couldn’t he and Y/N have a life of their own, too?

 That night, when their formal clothes were on the floor and Y/N lay against his chest, Joaquin spoke into the dark, “I think we should tell them.”

Y/N lifted her head, looking at him through the golden lamp light, “What?”

“Natasha knows,” he admitted. “And Thor—”

“Don’t tell me he does, too,” she sat up. “He can’t keep a secret, Joaquin. If he knows, everyone does.”

“Y/N,” he cradled her face in his hands. “He doesn’t know.”

She sighed, but her lips remained in a flat line.

“Thor suggested I ask you out. I told him it wouldn’t be fair to the team but he said he didn’t think they’d mind.”

“And you agree.”

Joaquin brushed his thumb under her eye, “Y/N, I love you and I want everyone to know. We’ve already done great at hiding it so it shouldn’t be difficult to continue keeping it professional once it’s out there.”

“When we put it out there, they will make assumptions,” she argued. “They will disregard how everything’s been in the past and they’ll think we can’t handle working together.”

He knew her words were coming from a place of anxiety and he didn’t wish to push her, only to reassure. She was good at listening and considering opinions, even if she didn’t agree at the time.

“These people aren’t just our teammates,” he said carefully. “They’re our family. Natasha and Bruce broke up, but they’re still cordial. They don’t make it uncomfortable for us because they are professionals and we are all there for each other. Most of these people don’t have anyone outside the compound they can call family.”

Joaquin never brought it up again after that night. He would let her think about it for as long as she wanted.

After a couple of days, Y/N decided she didn’t want to be cold anymore. She realized that she’d been using her trust issues as an excuse and a deluded explanation for why she didn’t deserve happiness. Joaquin and Thor were right, they wouldn’t care because they trusted each other.

She’d kept herself locked away for too long. She’d been scared of how people would perceive her for too long. Joaquin had proved to her that she was worthy of love; that she was perfect the way she was. It wasn’t fair to him to keep them hiding any longer, but it especially wasn’t fair to herself. She deserved to be something more than the water that had devoured her all those years ago. It may have ate at her blood and altered her brain, but her heart was still hers.

She deserved love.

The team sat in the common area eating take out together. Joaquin stood at the counter with Sam and Bucky when he caught sight of Y/N entering from the hallway. She stopped in the archway and looked at him before eyeing the rest of their teammates. The room went quiet as they took notice of her clear need to say something.

“Joaquin and I are dating.”

The room erupted in voices. Joaquin flinched at the sudden noise, almost choking on a piece of broccoli. Sam looked to him with wide, excited eyes.

“I knew it!” he exclaimed. “I told you!” he looked to Bucky, who smiled into his food with a shake of his head.

“I would like everyone to know this was my doing,” Thor raised a hand. “I set this up.”

“No, you did not,” Pietro laughed.

“I did!” the god insisted. “I suggested he ask her out.”

“How long have you been dating?” Wanda asked the couple over her shoulder.

Joaquin looked to Y/N, who stared at him like a deer in headlights. She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to.

“Almost a year,” Joaquin said.

“Yo, what the hell, man?” Sam back-handed him in the chest.

From the couch, Rhodey whistled.

“I thought we were close,” Sam continued teasingly.

“I can’t believe you two have been doing it under my roof for almost a year and I didn’t know,” Tony quipped, face serious.

“God, Tony,” Natasha chastised.

“Tony, really?” Rhodey reached over to Peter, clamping his hands over his ears. “There are children present.”

“I’m twenty-five!” Peter exclaimed, pushing his hands away.

Joaquin’s smile at Y/N from across the room seemed to shake her from her thoughts. She broke the distance and he slid an arm around her shoulders, shielding her from the excitement of the room.

“I only have one rule,” Tony said, catching everyone’s attention. “No kids under my roof. I don’t need any of those around here, especially ones shooting poison darts at me while I try to enjoy my breakfast.”

Joaquin laughed and gazed down at Y/N who hid against his chest. He placed a kiss to the top of her head and she squeezed him reassuringly.

[neuroticbookworm]

Heesu in Class 2 episode 9 just took my breath away and I am here to yell about it

Friends. Mutuals. Beloveds. @lurkingshan and I just experienced an amazing episode of television. The show engaged us emotionally from the very first second, slowly building the tension and anticipation, and released it in the most satisfying way, with some of the beautiful cinematography and use of light I’ve ever seen in BLs.

We’ve been discoursing here in the tags for weeks about how the het couples are providing a good contrast to the queer relationship the show was slowly constructing between Seungwon and Heesu, and today the show took that comparison from subtext to actual text. Seungwon asking Jiyu if she really does not know why it is so difficult for him to confess was heartbreaking to watch. And so was Heesu struggling to tell Chanyoung and Ho Shik. But the responses Seungwon and Heesu get from their friends are so important. Jiyu says she’s pretending not to know, because it hurts to watch your queer friends struggle with their desire in this fucked-up world. But she’s also right when she says that there is no other choice: it is unfair, it is painful, but motivating Seungwon to confess his feelings to Heesu *is* the right thing for him, for his happiness.

Chanyoung could’ve picked a better place to blow up on Heesu other than the school hallway, but his anger is not misplaced. He’s been watching Heesu agonize over something that he won’t even share with his best friend, and it hurts Chanyoung. When Heesu fires back that it’s not easy for him as it was for Chanyoung, Chanyoung says it wasn’t easy for him either! But he still shared his thoughts with his friend because he trusts him. Therein lies the crux of the problem: as long as Heesu refuses to share with Chanyoung, Chanyoung has no other choice but to believe that Heesu does not trust him.

After a conversation with his sister Heesu realizes that if he wants to not lose his friendship with Chanyoung, he’s going to have to tell him. I swear to god, as soon as the scene in the classroom started, I clutched my hair in anticipation because I knew the show was gonna blow my mind. Heesu closing the curtains one by one, enveloping himself and Seungwon in darkness, as he talked about secrets and how everyone needs to talk to someone so that their secrets don’t become too much to handle and destroy them. How it is easy to share secrets in darkness, when you cannot see who you are sharing them with. How he needs to share his with someone else first before sharing it with Seungwon, a declaration that was a ray of clarity shining through the mess of angst and frustration he’s been under for weeks; not unlike the ray of sunshine that pierced through the dark room as he stood there with Seungwon. And finally, finally, Heesu confessing his (past) feelings to Chanyoung, in the way he feels safe.

Watching this confession unfold was so amazing, and I am in awe of how the show’s writing has perfectly guided us to this moment for weeks. This episode has cemented Heesu in Class 2 as one of my favorite kdramas, and I am so excited for the finale tomorrow.

[kaylaacutiepie]

v. a heart left in the shadows (sung jin-woo × reader) genre: angst, hurt, heartbreak

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction based on Solo Leveling. The characters Sung Jin-Woo and Chae Hae-In belong to their original creators. This story is purely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. The events, dialogue, and interpretations of characters are the author's imagination and are not part of the official Solo Leveling canon. Please do not repost, copy, or translate without permission.

The night was heavy with the weight of your heartbeat as you stood before him.

Sung Jin-Woo. The boy you had loved silently. The man you had fought beside. The one you had seen at his weakest, at his rawest — and had stayed anyway.

You clutched the small pendant in your hand, fingers trembling. It wasn’t anything fancy — just a token, a simple charm you had bought, hoping one day you could give it to him.

That night, under the pale streetlights outside the Guild building, you found the courage you had buried for so long.

"Jin-Woo…" you began, your voice almost swallowed by the chilly wind.

He turned to you, looking effortlessly beautiful under the moonlight, his dark hair tousled, those deep eyes soft but unreadable.

"I…" you inhaled shakily, gathering every shattered piece of your heart. "I like you. No— I love you. I've loved you for a long time."

Silence.

You laughed nervously, trying to ease the heavy air. "I know you’re busy… with dungeons and everything. But I just— I just needed you to know. I’ll wait for you. No matter how long it takes."

For a moment, Jin-Woo just stared at you.

Then, with a voice that was painfully gentle, he spoke.

"I’m sorry, Y/N."

You blinked.

"I can’t," he said, looking away. "I need to focus on the dungeons. I have too many responsibilities. I don’t have time for… dating right now."

Your heart cracked, but you forced a smile.

"I… understand," you whispered.

And you meant it. You wanted to understand. You wanted to believe he wasn't rejecting you — he was rejecting the idea of dating anyone, right?

You bowed your head, hiding the tears that blurred your vision. "Good night, Jin-Woo."

Without waiting for his response, you turned and walked away, each step heavier than the last.

A week later, you saw the news.

It was plastered everywhere — on your phone, on the TV screens in shops, on the lips of the hunters around you.

"S-Rank Hunters Sung Jin-Woo and Chae Hae-In Seen Together at Carnival!" "The Nation’s Strongest New Couple?" "Jin-Woo and Hae-In Spotted Holding Hands!"

The photos were undeniable. There he was — Jin-Woo — smiling, laughing. Looking at Hae-In like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Your heart froze.

No… no, this couldn’t be real.

You gripped your phone tightly, staring at the image of him — your Jin-Woo — gazing at someone else the way you had only dreamed he would look at you.

And the words he said to you just days ago echoed in your mind.

"I don't have time for dating right now."

Lie. It was a lie.

He just didn’t have time for you.

Because you were nothing but a shadow in his life. An afterthought. While Chae Hae-In stood beside him like she belonged there — beautiful, powerful, perfect.

You?

You were just… Y/N.

Ordinary. Forgettable.

You sank to the floor, the cold tile biting through your clothes, but the real pain was inside you — sharp, vicious, consuming.

You cried until there was nothing left but broken pieces.

Time passed, but the wounds never healed.

You stopped going to the Guild as often. Stopped answering his texts — the ones that became fewer and fewer until they stopped altogether.

You thought Jin-Woo would be happy with Hae-In. That he would live the life he deserved. And maybe he did.

But then… you disappeared.

No goodbye. No explanation.

You faded from his life the same way you had always been in it: quietly, unnoticed.

It wasn’t until months later that he realized something was missing.

At first, he didn’t notice. Chae Hae-In was always there, smiling sweetly, her hand fitting easily into his. It was comfortable. It was expected.

But then there were the small moments.

When he came back bloodied from a dungeon, and no one scolded him in that soft, worried voice. When he woke from a nightmare and no one sat by his bed until he fell asleep again. When he succeeded, and no one was there clapping louder than anyone else, pride shining in their eyes.

He started to notice the empty spaces you left behind.

"Where's Y/N?" he asked one day, after a particularly brutal raid.

No one could answer him.

He tried to brush it off. Maybe you were busy. Maybe you needed time.

But the nagging feeling grew and grew, until it was all he could think about.

One evening, unable to bear it anymore, he went to your apartment.

He knocked. No answer.

He called your number.

Disconnected.

Panic clawed at him.

He realized then — you were really gone.

And with that realization came another — heavier, crueler.

He remembered your confession. The way your voice had trembled. The way you had smiled even as your heart shattered.

"I'll wait for you. No matter how long it takes."

And he… He had crushed that hope beneath his feet without a second thought.

Tears he hadn’t even known he was holding back burned his eyes.

He remembered everything now — every small kindness, every moment you had stood by him when no one else did. Every time you had loved him when he couldn’t even love himself.

He remembered, and it destroyed him.

Because he had chosen someone else. Because when you needed him to see you, he looked away. Because when you finally dared to hope, he gave you a lie.

"I need to focus on dungeons." What a coward’s excuse.

He just hadn’t thought you were enough.

And now you were gone.

In the following weeks, he looked for you.

Everywhere.

He asked other hunters, checked hospitals, even went to the places you used to visit together.

Nothing.

You had vanished completely from his world.

Like you had never been there at all.

And maybe, he thought bitterly, he deserved that.

Maybe this was the punishment for realizing too late what he had lost. For not loving you when you deserved it most.

One night, sitting alone on a rooftop overlooking the city you both used to walk through, he whispered into the cold night:

"Y/N… I'm sorry."

The wind carried his words away, but you were not there to hear them.

You would never be there to hear them again.

[echo-exco]

With Damians recent developments towards wanting to maybe be a doctor, I think it could be interesting to see that dynamic with reader.

Where his hands are stained with blood, yours have only helped others. Maybe youre both volunteering at the same hospital, and the patients there flock to you like a flicker of hope in the darkness. The patients of Gotham are much more wary than anywhere else, so gaining their trust feels nigh impossible. Somehow, you've done it. Like second nature, like you haven't even noticed.

Something akin to envy might first spark in him, as a natural response, before relenting his pride and trying to learn what makes her "better" at this than him. Of course he wouldnt know she was a meta, but still.

Also you can totally ignore this your wonderful fic just had my mind spiralling lol

I LOVE THAT!! THAT’S A REALLY GOOD IDEA!!

But unfortunately, I don’t think we have something like that with Damian here yet… 😔 (or maybe we do, if my inner author feels motivated enough).

(Small warning for a long reply)

Damian and healer!reader’s relationship is already quite complicated on its own (with some one-sided, inexplicable hatred).

It’s not really a surprise though, considering healer!reader tends to be pretty “neutral” with almost all the Batfam members.

To be honest, I don’t think healer!reader could actually treat people in Gotham.

She does have pretty good and experienced medical knowledge, but she depends completely on her healing powers, which not only allow her to heal someone instantly but also make her feel “alive.”

Without her powers, even though she can try to help in conventional ways, healer!reader always feels like she might fail, that something could go wrong, and that fills her with anxiety.

Healer!reader is completely dependent on her power and validates herself through it, and since she’s currently unable to use it in Gotham… well…

Besides that, healer!reader would need Bruce’s permission—or a doctor’s—just to even think about using her experienced, non-basic medical knowledge.

A better example is when I mentioned Tim in the post: like I said there, healer!reader only did small things to help him deal with his discomfort.

She doesn’t consider that she used anything that required “master-level” knowledge… she just took care of Tim the way a (family) doctor should.

BUT if somehow she were to get permission and trust to use her healing powers on the patients in a Gotham hospital…

They wouldn’t even have the chance to decide whether they could trust her or not, because healer!reader’s abilities are extremely fast for a normal being.

In an earlier reply, I explained how I imagine healer!reader’s powers work: think of it as her using threads to “fix” her patients like they were broken dolls.

That said, the pain that comes after the instant healing is horrible (though it heavily depends on how bad the patient’s condition was before healer!reader treated them).

Earning the trust of the wounded in Gotham wouldn’t even be something healer!reader consciously seeks—it would just happen.

Maybe it’s because of the calmness she radiates, or because, unlike most people, she never shows disgust, fear, or resignation when facing an injury.

However, seeing such an indifferent expression on a child’s face in such a gruesome, chaotic scene full of injured people is unsettling.

Though it’s even worse to endure the pain after being healed, isn’t it?

That’s why I think, even if Damian wanted to learn from her, I’m not sure healer!reader could really teach him how to treat people, or even how to be a good doctor.

She herself never allowed her mind to approach healing in a traditional way, because her powers and skills are her refuge, her absolute security: she never fails at healing.

But that very gift also isolates her, because in Gotham, a place full of distrust and disdain toward most metahumans, revealing her ability would be a huge risk to her life.

I also think the same about how Damian would feel toward healer!reader because of her medical skills.

He might feel a mix of admiration, frustration, and envy, especially because, without knowing she’s a meta, he would desperately try to find a logical explanation for why she can do what others find almost impossible.

Why his seemingly weak and gentle sister has absurdly good medical knowledge…

That’s NOT right, she’s supposed to be normal… so why?

She’s supposed to be safe… why?

In short, the relationship between Damian and healer!reader would be complicated if we explored that aspect.

(Who knows? Maybe in a what if? if I get enough creativity!)

Awww! Thank you so much for your sweet words at the end, dear!

I’m really happy to know you like my writing, and I’m also sorry if this response was way too long!

[avifaunaa]

share your soul with me [ unzip your skin, let me have a see ] [ l.m. + s.s. ] [ pt. 2 ]

Authors Note: Well I got a lot of positive feedback on that first part — thank you so much! Here’s much awaited part two!

Masterlist

PART ONE

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x fem!reader x Shauna Shipman

Summary: Newly presented and thrown into your first heat cycle while battling an environment that seeks to kill all of you, you hide away in the attic to ride it out and hope you can mentally survive the aftermath. But your cries seem to attract Lottie and Shauna into your orbit — leaving the three of you with choices you’re not sure any of you can handle.

Content Warnings: Again, this is an A/B/O fic so that’s what you’re getting into here. I’m not responsible for your content intake — please remember that and enjoy!

Within regular Yellowjackets dynamics: Descriptions of injuries and illnesses, death and blood, discussions of + actual cannibalism, canon-typical violence, cult-like behaviors, the Wilderness being the Wilderness

Within A/B/O dynamics: pack / power dynamics, gender-norm discussions within ABO context, heat/rut cycles, presenting, dubious consent due to r's heat, descriptions of heat cycles/ruts, some softness, fingering, female alphas get big-clit-syndrome in rut [ sort of penises i guess? ], bottom!reader, top!lottie, switchy!Shauna [ she crept up on me, your honor ], handjobs [ l -> s ], blowjobs / deep throating [ shauna -> r ], knotting [ lottie + shauna -> R ], begging [ r ], praise kink [ r ], breeding kink [ NO PREGNANCY ], mating + mating bites, anal [ lottie -> r ], double penetration, normal vulgar language from me, major aftercare -- THIS IS THE FILTHIEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN

Word Count: ~9k

The burning started one day after being secluded to the attic. It wasn’t a creeping on sensation like your biology textbooks would describe, it was brutal.

You had forgone clothes when sweat started soaking through the material, the below-degree temperature doing little to soothe your sensitive skin. You should be freezing, body responding with goosebumps and cold shakes.

But you were so hot, and in so much fucking pain. You tried putting a hand between your legs to ease the ache that seemed to be sourced there.

Your hand came away wet and sticky, the orgasms you reached unsatisfying and leaving you more distressed. That’s when the low, guttural cry for something you couldn’t place began.

Food was dropped off when you slept, nesting materials sometimes provided as well. Eating was both a chore and a requirement — your stomach churned when you brought strips of meat to your lips to consume, but you were losing more calories now than normal.

Day four in your new heat cycle was not proving to ease your pains. You wondered if this was a punishment for presenting late, walking around in a skin you didn’t really belong in.

“ — then you can leave,” a harsh, snarling voice woke you. “She’s in pain, Jackie, we can —“

“That’s my fucking sister,” retorted the strained voice of your sister, who sounded like she was just at the stairs to the attic. “You can’t be seriously considering . . .”

“Jackie,” a more calm, soothing croon followed. You whined at the sound of it, a longing tug in your chest almost pulling you from your nest to go to it. It was Lottie, Lottie, yes she could . . . “Jackie, we can help her. I know what . . . I know it doesn’t seem good, but wouldn’t you rather it be us than anyone else?”

Jackie snarled, a sound that was full of reproach and desperation. “So you can use her to get your dicks wet and then leave her in the aftermath? She doesn’t need the heartache on top of this.”

Shauna’s low huffing sigh was a reply to the question. Then you heard her say, voice husky, “We won’t do that — just — pump and dump. That’s not Lottie’s style, or mine. She needs help, Jacks. Help you can’t provide her.”

The scents of frustrated Alpha drifted through the cracks of the floors and walls, surrounding you in a cocoon of displeasure and forcing your throat to croon out noises you still couldn’t believe you could make.

Softening noises to ease the tension and pressures of upset Alphas — uniquely Omega in their making that flipped some sort of hindbrain switch in an Alpha brain. Traits that long stopped being necessary for survival, but left over in the human evolution process.

It quieted below you as shuffling followed your cry.

“Be gentle — I — don’t hurt her.” Your sister, hesitant and pained as she spoke, now further away.

“We won’t — we won’t, Jackie,” Shauna said firmly. “She’s pack, she’s one of us. That’s why we need to help her. Okay?”

Your sister didn’t offer a response, but there seemed to be a lightening in her scent as floorboards cracked and her familiar presence started leaking away.

It was quiet for a few seconds other than your heavy, uneven breathing that felt suffocating around you. Your own scent was dizzying even to you; you wondered how the rest of the pack wasn't at one another's throats right now.

The creaking of the attic's latter snapped your attention sharply toward the closed hatch. Waiting, burning, until it opened without being knocked and the strong, intoxicating smell of Shauna Shipman struck you.

The whine that left you was guttural and desperate. You wished for the self-control you had before presenting had stayed, but alas.

Shauna's form fit through the entrance and the instant your eyes locked, they darkened but her features softened in a look you did not think existed in Shauna Shipman's face gallery.

She strode toward you but your attention was caught on another Alpha's scent curling through Shauna's. Lottie slipped through after, and she was turning to shut the hatch that sealed the three of you in the attic. Together.

"Omega," Shauna crooned lowly, stalking forward until she was just inches away from your poorly constructed nest. Her eyes flickered along the bundle you had managed to create with what you were provided. "You look cozy in the nest. Doesn't she, Lottie?"

Lottie was just pulling up next to Shauna, and her gaze flickered at the sight of you. "A very good nest," she agreed. "It looks like it could hold two more."

And then your mood shifted, a sour curl of your lips revealing your teeth as you locked your slick-coated thighs together and started the two Alphas down.

Come into the nest? Without proving they can provide? Keep safe? The nerve! A petulant thought stream coursed through you out of left field.

Shauna raised her hands in an appeasing gesture. “Hey,” she murmured at the same time as brain relaxing pheromones were released from where she stood. “It’s okay. We aren’t going to touch your nest — unless you want us to,” she added.

Lottie blinked, glancing awkwardly at the fellow Alpha. Shauna ignored her attempt at questioning and your eyes shifted from one woman to the other cautiously.

“We want you to want to invite us,” the brunette continued easily, crouching down so she was more eye-level with your prone form. “What can we do to get to come in?”

Your throat was dry as you swallowed, wetting your dried lips and shifting your body to ease the ache that only worsened with their closeness.

“Clothes,” you rasped, eyeing the jacket she wore. You could line the weak barrier on your right with it and it would be doused in the scent. “Nest. Need a good nest.”

Shauna’s lips curled just so, a flicker in her eyes that went over your head. “Okay, Omega. We will provide for your nest.” She turned her chin to Lottie without removing her gaze from you. “Both of us?”

You took a moment to consider it, letting your newly unlocked senses do what they were designed to do and decide based on your body’s reaction.

Then you nodded, a small gesture of approval. You liked both of their scents mingled and neither of them upset your brand new nervous system. “Both.”

“Good girl,” Shauna crooned again, starting to peel off the leather jacket at the same time as Lottie began to undo her heavier coat. “Thank you for telling us.”

Lottie sat on her heels next to Shauna and offered her jacket first while Shauna was content to keep you waiting. You sat up, the trapped heat underneath you escaping.

Shauna’s throat bobbed as she watched you creep forward toward Lottie’s outreached offer.

Like a flash you snagged the coat and turned away from them both, starting to line the thick piece of clothing around the least sturdy part of your nest. You could feel them staring at your back and simply knew they could see the slick actively leaking down your thighs.

A soft growl started behind but you ignored it until you felt like you had gotten the coat intertwined just so.

Your heart was racing as you turned back around, not sure how the Alphas would react to the addition, the change to your temporary safe haven.

Shauna’s knuckles were buried in her jacket and she appeared to be trembling, or resisting her instincts in some way.

Lottie was oddly still, unreadable, her palms still open in the position she had held the jacket.

You shivered a little at their attentions. “Nest,” you murmured in quiet relief. Your body shifted slightly toward Shauna. “Nest?”

Shauna blinked rapidly for a moment, then she moved her arms so that the jacket crossed the threshold of the entrance to your nest, jacket offered.

You eyed her and placed a hand on top of the jacket. “Come in,” you said hesitantly, licking your lips again. “Don’t mess anything up.”

Both Alphas released low noises that could’ve been confused as a purr, but it wasn’t. It was a gesture of acceptance, meant to ease the tension an Omega feels without crossing boundaries or sending signals that a purr might.

They followed you delicately as you went to the corner where your pillow was and added Shauna’s lettermen to the stack of limp clothes and making it slightly firmer.

When you were satisfied with the addition, you turned fully to two the two Alphas who had crawled into your nest with so much gentleness that your heart throbbed. You sat on your bare knees and waited until they were settled.

It was Lottie who extended her hand first after the few moments of silence. "Will you let us care for you, Omega? Let us put a damper on the heat?"

Shauna twitched in place, continuing to hold herself back despite how her fingers clenched into her jeans. Her throat bobbed as those eyes scorched across your bare body.

You whined low and unsure as the thought of them running their hands along their body sent a flicker of desire across your brain -- and rousing the attention of the new Omega part of you. She was interested, she was in pain.

And so were you.

"Y-yes," you whispered, your tongue dry as your underused voice answered. "Please. Hurts."

Shauna moved first but Lottie shot an arm out to stop her as her dark eyes held you in their entrapment. Shauna huffed but did not cross the barrier Lottie made with her limb.

It would seem their roles had shifted as soon as they had entered your nest. Shauna was now seemingly beyond sentences and her restraint was on a thin rubber-band like stretch.

Lottie smiled at you then, her features softening as she lowered her arm at the same time as dominance-induced pheromones started pumping out from her. Shauna took the hint and stayed where she was -- which would have shocked you if you were able to think beyond your Omega hindbrain.

Shauna, Alpha of Alphas, was ceasing dominance to Lottie. At least . . . for now.

"We'll take care of you, that's all we want," Lottie told you as she started to slowly shuffle in your direction without messing up your carefully procured nest. "We'll get you through it, satisfy your heat. Would you like that, 'Mega?"

You nodded furiously, garbled noises that would have been words spilling from your throat.

"Yeah," Lottie murmured as though she understood the nonsense you sputtered, now touching your knees with her own. "Yeah, I bet you're just so needy right now. Wet and throbbing."

"So wet," you whimpered as you were reminded of such a fate, clenching your thighs together until the sides of your knees touched. The minor pressure sent shuddering waves through, the clenching feeling good and painful and not enough --

"Shh," the older brunette crooned, hand resting on one of your knees. The reaction was instantaneous; your body jerked forward and your knee pushed into the soft touch. "It's okay, it'll be okay now."

"Please," you repeat, "it hurts. I need . . ."

Why couldn't you finish the sentence? Why did your mind blank out every ten seconds when clarity tried to return?

“We know what you need,” Lottie said sharply, silencing your pathetic whimpering as she began to strip down right there. “Be a good girl and start putting these in the nest.”

You took the clothes as they were given to you. Lottie had another piece ready when you were done with the previous, and when she was completely naked, Shauna started doing the same thing until nothing was left.

A rush of comfort overwhelmed you in that moment — security from both the additions and the Alphas who willingly provided for it. You were safe, your Alphas would keep you safe.

When you settled back into the place you had been curled up for the last couple of days, Lottie crawled forward. “It’s a perfect nest, perfect to see to your heat in.”

Your thighs clenched again. “Please.”

“Yes,” Lottie soothed, a hand resting on your ankle. The touch was both icy cold and fire hot against your sensitive skin. You wanted more, wanted it gone, you didn’t know what you wanted.

Shauna crept up to the other side Lottie wasn’t occupying, her gaze having grown intense and heavy on you as she reached out to brush her thumb against your pebbled nipple.

Your reaction was sudden, your hips lifting as the electric pulse coursed through you. You wanted her touch more, wanted it all over you.

“Inside,” you managed to rasp, the slow spread of your legs snapping both women’s eyes downward as you exposed your cunt to them.

“Inside?” Lottie repeated with a questioning lilt of her voice. Her thumb kept a rhythmic brush on your nipple as she stared, taking some sort of pleasure from the response your body gave.

“So sensitive,” Shauna muses absently, eyes locked onto you in a way that should have been unsettling. She was a hungry predator, and here you were as her prey beneath her drooling jaws.

“Mhm.” Like a shot, the thumb paused. The pad of it pressed down instead, pushing your nipple just so.

“Stop,” you whined. “Hurts.”

Shauna’s chest rumbled from her sit next to you, a sudden switch from her husky teasing only moments before. “We need to put her out of her pain, Lottie, not cause more.”

Lottie’s gaze barely flickered, but her fingers finally moved downward across your abdomen. There was an intense pause when they barely made contact with your mound and found the slick that had built up there.

“God,” she whispered, adjusting her stance. She now straddles you with her knees holding legs open, exposing you more to the cool air as she stared down. “Do all Omegas get this wet in their first heat?”

“Does she seem like she knows?” Shauna asked flatly, fingers carding through your sweaty hair.

Lottie ignored her as usual. Her throat bobbed as she started exploring you, not caring her fingers were soaked just by running them along your folds.

She watched for your reaction every so often and when the squirming became almost too much, a finger finally entered your cunt and your stomach clenched at the same time as your head dropped back on top of the makeshift pillow you made.

Lottie was in awe. She and Shauna knew, coming up into the attic, that you were deep in the throes of this torment and it did not seem to have an end without an Alpha’s help.

Shauna was doing well — she had fucked Lottie like a beast before they’d gone to Jackie to propose their plan to help you out and it had leveled her head out and her restraint was making Lottie proud.

In fact, Lottie was surprised how easily Shauna ceded dominance to her. She was Jackie’s second in command in all things, Lottie was nowhere near that level in the pack hierarchy and both of them were very aware of it.

Yet . . .

As she slid the first finger into your waiting heat, immediately met with a reaction that would normally drive Shauna crazy, the brunette simply watched Lottie and kept soothing fingers in your hair as you arched up and strained your neck from the unspeakable sensation it caused you.

“You’re doing so good,” Lottie crooned as your walls clenched around her finger, tight and holding. “Do you want another? You’re pretty wet.”

Your response was a garble of indecipherable noises and a gasp.

Shauna put pressure in your scalp — Lottie watched as her grip tightened just enough to grab your attention. Your eyes were foggy, unmistakably checked out with your brain being drowned in pheromones and heat.

“Can you answer Lottie, baby?” Shauna rasped once the Omega’s eyes lazily cycled toward her. You blinked.

“Hurts,” you said simply. “Need you.”

“You’ve got us,” Shauna purred, the noise cutting and out of practice from lack of use. It didn’t seem to matter though, not with the way your body seemed to go slack and you returned her purr.

Shauna shot Lottie a small glance, a confirmation.

Lottie inserted another finger while her thumb sought out your clit, rubbing soft circles to coax out some pleasure to mask the pain your heat was causing.

What she wasn’t expecting was the immediate orgasm that started wracking your frame. It was quieter than all the other noises you’d been letting out, a soft whine as your walls clenched hard around Lottie’s fingers.

It wasn’t long before more wetness followed the orgasm, forcing Lottie out of your cunt before she was truly ready. It soaked your thighs and ass.

“You barely touched her,” Shauna said lowly, eyes darkened and expression twisted in shock. It was unexpected for both of them — they knew you were sensitive but this . . .

This wasn’t what they were assuming would happen. Not this quickly.

“How’d that feel, Omega?” Lottie questioned, pressing a kiss to the knee near her chin that had curled during the orgasm. “Take the edge off?”

You sniffled in reply, one of your arms covering your eyes. You radiated a scent of both content and distress, which caused Lottie’s Alpha to run confused circles in her chest.

She hated that this was how you had to experience it — your first heat. She had presented young, like most Alphas and Omegas do, and her first rut happened at fifteen. She had been told two years in advance what to expect, how to feel — Omegas did not get that luxury. They got their first heat one to two weeks after initial presentation.

Not only were you presenting late, your first heat was not eased by comforts modern technology and creations were provided to ease your pain and discomfort. You should be at home in a lovely nest with proper nesting material they advertised and you could have picked out.

You should be treated to whatever food you wanted, fed to you by your Alpha [ preferably herself and Shauna, she couldn’t help but think ] as proof of ability to provide and care for you.

Most of all, Lottie hated that her ability to see you through this in the proper way and not out of necessity. The pack had been great about it, but your distress had grown and all of them had been restless and aggressive the longer you emitted those pheromones.

“Lot.” Shauna grasped her chin and jerked her forward slightly. The paler brunette leaned over your body to get Lottie’s focus, running a chapped finger across her jawline. “Come back to us.”

Her breath was warm on Lottie’s face, her scent swirling around her in the comforting embrace she had come to adore so deeply. This thing with Shauna . . . It was before this. Before the crash. Before the Wilderness.

You’d made this decision together as paired Alphas. Jackie had given her blessing.

And you were now watching her, too, with the clearest eyes she’d seen on you since they’d entered the attic. Your body was cooling down under her touch, a reprieve until the heat took over again and you became lost to reason.

Your cheeks were red, stained dry from your tears. But you did not push Lottie away, her cheek still pressed to your knee and fingers covered in your slick still close to your cunt.

“Thank you,” she rasped with a sniffle. “Can we cuddle?”

Shauna still held your chin, lips pursed as she searched her fellow Alpha’s face for any signs of distress she couldn’t detect with her nose.

Lottie pulled herself from her head and the what-ifs and should-bes. The you that was here needed Lottie present, to comfort and care for her in the way she could in this moment.

She smiled, hand not covered in you reaching up to take Shauna’s fingers from your chin and interlace them instead. She then turned her focus to you, a hopeful small look lingering in your eyes.

“We can cuddle until you need us again,” Lottie confirms, crawling from between your legs and settling on the other side of you Shauna wasn’t occupying, but not unlacing her fingers from the other Alpha’s.

The three of you settled into the calm. The only sign of the world falling apart in that moment was the snowstorm raging on outside of the cabin, but even that lulled all of you to sleep.

The next time you woke up was the most pain you think you’ve ever experienced. And you broke your wrist and four fingers that one time when you were a kid.

Jackie had been furious — but there had been nothing to properly redirect that rage toward considering your injury was a result of you climbing the tree in your backyard much higher than you’d ever done.

This pain . . . It was all encompassing. Your stomach was twisted into tight, unwindable knots that flared up when you tried to readjust.

Your thighs were raw and sore — likely from the slick that kept leaking and drying, leaving your skin irritated in response. You’d read that this was a common side effect of late presenting Omegas, wherein their body is not caught up in being accustomed to the new Omega traits and hormones. Allergic reactions were common for the first couple of months after late presentations.

You were no different.

You shuddered when a ripple of need coursed across your spine. Lottie was laying behind you, based on the scent clinging to your skin, while Shauna kept her face tucked in your neck as she used her body as a blanket for you.

“S-Shauna,” you whispered, moving slightly beneath her.

Brown eyes shot open, clearing out as consciousness returned to her at a startlingly fast rate. She swallowed and peered down at you, a hand rising to steady herself and curling around your arm as she moved her face.

“Hey,” she whispered back, rubbing slowly back and forth. “You’re warm.”

“Need you,” you admitted, but your eyes also strayed to the water that was left for the three of you sometime over night when the smaller provision had been gone through quickly. “Bad.”

Shauna’s eyes followed yours and she nodded once. Then jerked Lottie awake with her food jabbing into the taller Alpha’s thigh.

A grunt echoed in the attic as Lottie jostled around before finally sitting up. “Shauna, really?”

“Omega needs water,” Shauna stated obviously, her face impassive as she waited for Lottie to hand over the resource.

Lottie's eyes lit up in recognition and she nodded as she turned herself over so she could reach for the water requested. She turned back over once she had poured some into one of the makeshift bowls and tilted it to your lips.

You drank ravenously, not stopping even when some spilled down your bare chest. It was soothing if nothing else -- easing the inflamed skin.

"Good girl," Shauna murmured, nails catching some tangles in your hair and working them out gently before carding them through all over again, "Drink as much as you need."

You did. When the cup was empty and you no longer felt parched, you watched as Lottie returned the cup toward the bucket of water through hooded eyes.

"Think you could eat something?" Shauna asked, drawing your attention back to the purring Alpha who's touch was surrounding you in all the ways that mattered but didn't seem to meet the needs between your legs.

You shook your head -- the mere image of food right now was nauseating.

"Food rejection," Lottie said as her hand settled across your hip, "I think she's at her peak."

Shauna seemed inclined to agree. "No use trying and upsetting her, I suppose." Though she did not look entirely pleased at leaving you unfed.

Lottie caught the frown on her face the same time you did, and she reached across your form to settle a hand on the other Alpha's where it was stroking patterns into your stomach. "Hey. She'll be okay -- she's been very good at communicating her needs to us this far. She may be more open to eating something after we knot her."

Your brain emptied at that last statement, though it was beginning to grow fuzzy quickly beforehand; the way Lottie and Shauna spoke as if you weren't there, the light not-enough touches, the rumbling deep in their chests that vibrated through your bones.

But the mention of knotting --

"Mm, look at this."

When had you shifted onto your stomach, moved your face into the sad little nest you had prepared and shifted your hips for them?

Your Omega snarled that it did not matter, that you were thinking far too much about miniscule things when Alphas were here to help you with your heat . . . should you only ask nicely and be sweet.

You started loosening the control of your lifetime of humanity -- the years and years disguised as a Beta. It was a life you had known for so long but your Omega was ready to guide you through this first heat, if you only let her.

You did.

A small noise of chirping started leaving your lips at the same time as your raw knees began to shift to hold your weight in order to present your ass outward in offer to Lottie and Shauna: to your Alphas.

"Look at this," Shauna's deepened voice rumbled and then hands slid over the curve of your exposed ass, thumbs pressing into the skin a little more tenderly than the rest of her hands. "Fuck, look at her."

Lottie's eyes were narrowed, keeping a hazy focus on the position you and Shauna had taken from her spot. Her jaw clenched briefly, then, "Get under her."

Shauna blinked. "What?"

Lottie was already on her knees and ready to take the co-captain's spot, the stench of dominance beginning to leak from the scent glands on her neck and wrists. Shauna's body twitched -- just barely -- in response.

"You heard me," Lottie said calmly, not so much as curling her lip at Shauna despite the pheromones she poured out, "We're both going to take her and I need you in her cunt."

Shauna's chest fell slightly and your neck was still straining to keep looking toward them. But then she nods and makes her way back up toward you. Already you could see it -- her clit. It was morphing into a cock -- a cock to fuck, to fuck and knot, to knot and --

You were jostled and hoisted upward quickly. A yelp escaped from you before you could stop it but it was hushed by Lottie's thin fingers running lines down your spine as Shauna settled you atop her lap, where the hardness in her lap started poking into your thigh.

"Good girl, good Omega," Lottie purred as soon as the adjustment was made without easing up on her hand movements along her back. "I know, you didn't expect us to move you, huh?"

You shook your head, head dropping against Shauna's collarbone. You couldn't really complain being removed from the comfort of your nest -- you had two Alpha's against you again, touching you everywhere, and --

Soft lips pressed against the mating gland just under your ear; an unexpected shockwave of endorphins shot through your system and you jerked against Shauna's hips. The Alpha responded in turn, grunting and grinding up into your thigh.

Lottie's laugh was musical and mischievous.

"Lottie," Shauna gritted out, her fingers ironclad on your hips but the tremble in her arms was felt by all three of you.

"You're big," you whispered before you could stop yourself, meeting Shauna's big brown eyes.

A twitch against your thigh and the swirl of pleased pheromones, arousal drenched.

"Oh, she liked that," Lottie commented as she leaned over you again and ran teeth along the sensitive skin of your shoulder. You felt a hand reaching between the two of you and Shauna jerked against you.

Movement caused you to lift your heavy body to look down as best you could -- and the sight sent slick down your cunt you were sure. Lottie had a hand wrapped around Shauna's extended cock where her clit once was, slowly running her palm up and down, fingers squeezing at the base where a puffy ring of skin was beginning to form.

"Isn't she so pretty, Omega?" Lottie crooned, allowing your focus to stay on where her hand was keeping steady movements even as Shauna's hips were jerking up as Lottie's hand moved down. You came to realize it was her knot that was forming at the base, and Lottie was adding extra pressure to it each time around.

Shauna's nails dug into your skin as she dropped her head back against the sad pillows you had made for your nest, thrusting weakly into Lottie's hand as you tried to remain still between the two Alphas.

Then Lottie stopped.

A whine so desperate you almost thought it was your own left Shauna's throat as her hips lifted up, but Lottie had her cock in a firm grip, unable to find the pleasure she sought.

"Answer me, sweetheart," Lottie whispered, her lips once again finding home on your mating gland. The musky smell of Shauna's pleasure and three people's arousal was sending you into a fuzzy mindspace you weren't sure how to handle.

"Please," Shauna added, husky and more needy than you've ever seen Shauna Shipman in your life. Only for Lottie . . . and now you.

Another wave of heat burst through you and you swallowed down the wave of fear and uncertainty that tried to escape from your reasonable brain, instead getting out, "S-she's pretty. Shauna you're so . . . I wish it were in me, I bet it would make me feel good. So good."

"That's a good Omega," Lottie praised, then the sound of slick movement filled the attic and Shauna's stomach muscles tensed so tight you wondered if she would give herself a hernia. "Look at this, her knot is already so big and she's not even inside of you yet. I think you should lean down, Omega. Put it in your mouth. Take her cum since it can't go into your cunt yet."

A moan left you and Shauna in that exact moment and through shaky limbs, and Lottie's help, you found yourself face to face with Shauna's shaft. It rested just above her cunt where clit normally would be, and you'd seen enough anatomy drawings to not be shocked -- but the real thing is still . . . surprising. Especially when Shauna was larger than anatomy drawings.

Lottie's fingers curled into your hair and pushed your head, gently but firmly, downward, "Go on," the brunette Alpha encouraged, "bring Alpha to pleasure and we'll in turn bring you yours. Be a good Omega and do your duty."

The comment was so un-Lottie that if any other Alpha had said it to you, you'd have reared back and called for Jackie to suckerpunch them. But the way your thighs remained soaked with your slick right now . . . and how your Omega was a mess, your brain was a mess . . .

You swallowed and looked over the tip at Shauna, who had adjusted slightly so she was sitting up and staring at you through a heavy gaze. You started with kitten licks, offering small test suckles to see what got her squirming and what did not get a reaction.

And then Lottie shoved your head down, until you were choking at the base of Shauna's knot as the Alpha's hips thrusted against your face in shock, moaning out her surprise.

"There we go," Lottie cooed as she massaged the base of your neck as your throat did its' best to accommodate the length, neither Alpha seeming to care about the gagging. Though, in reality, Lottie kept a close eye on it. She did note the way your thighs violently clenched and how you were trying not to rub yourself along Shauna's leg.

"Lottie, Jesus Christ," Shauna sputtered, eyes wide as she stared at her mate behind you. "Her f-first time."

"Better she learn now then," Lottie mentions sweetly, almost mocking, as she used her other hand to rub soothing circles in your back and noticing how your head began to slowly bob up and down Shauna's shaft. "Oh and what a quick learner, isn't she?"

Shauna released an inhumane noise as her hand knocked Lottie's away to tangle in your hair, her hips stuttering in an attempt to keep from being rough with you as she fucked your throat.

In truth, Lottie's plan was seeded with reason: she jerked Shauna off to test the waters and see how wet you got, how aroused the sight of her cock and Shauna's desperation made you, added in with Lottie's overwhelming dominance.

She needed you extremely aroused and ready for both of them if they were to sate your heat in the way it needed to be sated in the only way it could be without modern technology to help the three of them out here.

"You're both doing so well," Lottie threw out assuredly, "My best girls."

Shauna was close -- the way her lip curled back and a stench of dominant, challenging pheromones struck Lottie in response to the praise told it all. Shauna's ability to submit and dominate came and went, but she's always been unpredictable. Lottie has come to ride out the waves of these changes over time and she only smirked at Shauna, showing teeth at the rutting Alpha.

Shauna snarled aloud, her body jerking suddenly. You made a noise, strangled out by Shauna's cock, and Shauna held Lottie's gaze as she came straight down your throat, fingers keeping a tight hold in your hair as she bristled and asserted herself.

Lottie's eyes twinkled as Shauna's release overtook her -- the pleasure was shaking Shauna, she could tell through the shared mating bond, but her Alpha forced her to keep her gaze and focus on Lottie as she spurted her release and waited for Lottie to back down.

You whined beneath both of them as Shauna's cock softened just enough for the knot to be less inflated and so that she wasn't coming so much. let you go and moved her hand to your cheek, eyes softening considerably when they left Lottie, who had not backed down first.

"You did so good," Shauna whispered, voice strained as she wiped away some spilled cum from your chin. "Thank you."

You rested your chin on her thigh, feeling spent without even having had an orgasm yet. Your body was on fire, sure, but your brain was alight with emotions.

"Do you need a break?" Lottie asked from above you, moving your hair to the side as she leaned down so she could look at you. "We need you ready and willing, not anything otherwise."

"Maybe some more water?" You did not mind the saltiness that Shauna left behind, but your throat was a little sore and you were sweating out everything you've already had to drink earlier. "And then I should be okay."

"You're more verbal today," Shauna said as she brought some water to you and held it up to you. You drank a little, washing the taste of Alpha away.

"Yeah, that's weird," you agreed.

"It may be because of us," Lottie said, her hands not having left you once. Still on your backs, your legs, massaging and rubbing -- soothing, reassuring, "You're pulled less into intensities of heat sickness so you can think a little more clearly."

"I don't feel like I'm thinking clearly," you admit to them as you finish the water and deny an offer of a refill. "I feel so fucking empty that I could have the most painful orgasm of my life if my clit is stimulated without something inside of me."

Shauna ran a hand across your damp temple, smile sympathetic. "That would be the heat, baby. We're going to take care of you now. Fill you so good that thinking will be . . . impossible, really."

And with that, your Omega came to life and pushed herself into the front of your brain all over again.

You found yourself in the same exact position you were in previously, in Shauna's lap with Lottie resting above you. This time, however, the hardness that Shauna hoisted was not going to be teased -- and by the time they had started talking you through it, you had stopped following along.

You were grinding against Shauna, slick and not with any sort of pattern as you did. Your nails were leaving little divots in Shauna's chest, above her breasts, but she did not seem to care as her awe-filled eyes watched you make an attempt to find a suitable position on her cock.

"Okay," Lottie murmured as she lifted your hips, which removed the stimulation you sought so needlingly. A low whine escaped your raspy throat and she returned it by kissing your gland. "Calm, Omega. I'm going to put you on her cock; slowly, so you do not hurt yourself. Can you be still for me?"

"Want it," you whispered, lost for full sentences as you clenched around nothing above Shauna. The Alpha in question's jaw was clenched tight as held her palms open, waiting to accept your hips and cunt with her cock.

But Lottie was determined to do this her way -- which meant easing you down slowly. The minute Shauna's shaft made contact with your overly slick pussy, all of you shuddered. She eased allowed you to sink down but forced your pace to be at her desire; which you would later be thankful for. Shauna was big. The stretch was intense and clenching around her did not help matters even though your body's responses were out of your control.

"Feels so good," you moaned as you collapsed against the Alpha beneath you, wracked with shivers and needing to take a moment. Shauna's arms wrapped around you, trembling in the same way your entire form seemed to be doing.

"Good, good girl," Lottie murmured as she released you and instead worked her hands down your thighs. You let her do what she wanted as you pulsed around the intrusion that both intensified and eased the undeniable heat inside of you.

"You're so big, Shauna, I--" You did not know what else to say, as your thighs locked around the brunette's muscled hips and thus forcing her further inside you. Both of you breathed out.

"You're giving me an ego," Shauna said, laughing weakly as she smiled at you in what she hoped was reassuring. It was in that look -- that smile -- that you came to a realization.

She's never knotted an Omega, perhaps never been with an Omega at all. You wanted to open your mouth, to ask questions maybe but the chance was gone when she started catching onto it.

Her cheeks turned red under your scrutiny and she suddenly grabbed your chin and jerked you forward into a searing kiss.

Your brain melted inside of your skull as you respond to the kiss in full, falling into it and starting to grind down your hips, desire flaring up now that the stretch had gone from burning to delicious.

"Fuck," she cursed into your mouth as she moved to meet your thrusts.

The feeling of it -- it was indescribable, it was raw and it was like getting into a cold bed after taking a hot shower after being outside and sweating all day, it was soothing an ache that before this had never seemed to leave.

The kiss broke when the tip of her shaft suddenly seemed to hit somewhere inside of you that not even you could ever reach -- now that you knew you were an Omega, maybe this was why previous partners couldn't either. It heightened your pleasure tenfold and the noises that left your mouth were absolutely abhorrent, you were sure.

"Lot, you gonna do something back there?" Shauna inquired breathlessly as she started using her left hip and bearing down on her right, thus angling her body upward, wrapping a leg around your waist to keep you steady and hitting that spot at a consistent rate.

It was overwhelming, it was going to kill you, it was --

Something wet started circling the muscles above your cunt without much pressure at first, probing carefully with slick while a hand crept down to play with your clit.

You came as soon as contact was made, the most powerful wave of earth-shattering pleasure taking over you like a possession and freezing you atop Shauna as your mouth opened in a silent scream.

That did not stop the brute strength of her thrusts, though. Her pupils were dilated as she pressed fingers to the back of your neck and jerked you down so your chests were pressed close. Her cock curved upward and only seemed to extend your orgasm longer.

Your head tilted back, and this time a moan did escape you nearly at the same moment where sharp teeth locked onto your neck and broke the soft patch of skin wherein your home-scent was contained.

Saliva and snarls and wails exploded in the attic but it was drowning quickly with another orgasm quickly following the second one before you had time to gather your bearings, the teeth still holding you firmly in place as something in the air shifted between you and the Alpha who was setting a newly punishing pace.

And then you felt it as your high was slowly beginning to ebb but not completely fading -- knowing another was to follow -- the tip of what you now came to understand was Lottie's cock at your ass.

"Shauna, I need you to keep her still for a second." She sounded underwater, but even then she was loud and demanding, putting all the dominance she had into that one order.

Even in the throes of her rut it paused Shauna's rhythm right where it was. Her teeth were not moving an inch, but she grumbled deep in her chest as she did as Lottie said and slowly eased both of your bodies flat into the nest, Lottie following, so that she could keep you still.

"Okay," Lottie breathed, palm splayed flat in the middle of your back as she shifted behind you. You so dearly wished you could move your neck to see what she was doing, but Shauna had your neck as a semi-permanent chew toy right now.

You did your best to keep still and relax for what came next despite the hard throbbing in your cunt that left you nearly twitching for movement.

Meanwhile Lottie ran a hand up and down her own shaft, slick with your juices and keeping you in place with her palm on your back. She was so fucking hard and wet at once that her own rut was getting to her head -- but she had to do this carefully or risk hurting you.

She wasn't as thick as Shauna was -- maybe perhaps a bit longer, but less of a stretch and likely more easy to take so she hoped this would both damper the Omega's heat more without being too much.

She took a deep breath, and when a small whine left the little creature below her she knew she needed to get to work.

Shauna's eyes looked up at Lottie as she slotted herself close to your ass and, using her hand, started to work herself into your tight hole.

A squeak was what Lottie was greeted with in return, your body jerking forward into Shauna and forcing the Alpha to finally let go of her mating mark on your neck.

She instead started peppering kisses along your face and making soft, soothing noises to soothe the Omega's hindbrain.

"You're taking it so well," Lottie decided to say, trying to be as contained as she could possibly manage when her cock was enveloped by the tightest heat she'd ever felt.

Even when she and Shauna spent their ruts together -- Shauna was tight but this . . .

Lottie and Shauna were not Omegas. This is what made the difference in sex -- they had a great sex life before, but Lottie wasn't sure they would have anything as great as this after.

"Hear that, little thing?" Shauna whispered in your ear, fingers tracing the outline of your lobe with pointed featheriness. "Takin' your other Alpha so perfect. You're making us proud."

Oh, you loved that. Both Alphas were rewarded with you clenching down and whining, muffled by your forehead dropping to bury into Shauna's shoulder as Lottie started moving her hips slowly.

"How's she feel, though? Good? Big?"

"Long," you shivered as Lottie's length started reaching parts of you that Shauna's didn't. "So fucking longh," you spit as Shauna jerked upwards and smirked at your strangled yelp.

"Perfect," the brunette purred, "because now that we've got our cocks in you, we're going to take you, knot you so fucking good until you can't speak, and breed you even better."

Your ears rang as the thrusts were started as a punishing pace; though Lottie's "punishing pace" was still far gentler than Shauna's at that moment. Everything was slick and wet, for even their pussies were still rubbing against you in this brutal, feral fucking the three of you found yourselves in.

"She's so goddamn tight, Lot," Shauna announced as her nose buried itself home into the bite mark she had made. "She smells like me -- like us -- she's perfect for us."

Lottie's breaths grew a little more uneven, her stature above you a lot less constrained the more Shauna spoke. She was trying to keep it together and you were grateful -- it was a lot, all of it was almost too much. The smells, the emotions, the pure sex of it.

"Yeah?" Lottie finally gets out, close to your head on the other side of your neck where the unbroken gland was. She nosed it and her eyes closed like she was enjoying a long beloved candle lit in her home. "Beautiful. Yes, Shauna."

Then she bit down just as Shauna struck -- her fingers finding the nub between moving bodies and giving it a harsh circle. It sent you careening over the edge for a third time, just as powerful and yelping out as it shook you.

You weren't all there anymore because by the time you were coming to, the base of her knot had become inflated and her movements had started growing relentless, struggling to get engorged part of her cock inside and keep her in.

Her mouth twitched as she jerked once, twice, three times and with a stretch that you'd feel for days after, worked her knot inside your cunt and bit down onto her mark for a second time just as she exploded inside of you.

Her orgasm was the catalyst for your forth, leaving with you no choice but to ride through the near-painful waves as she shot ropes of release into you, body shaking under you.

Lottie, meanwhile, was taking the endless pleasure you were getting as an opportunity to work her own knot into your ass, slower than Shauna, keeping her control on the tightest leash she possibly could.

As your orgasm shuddered away and you went limp, believing it to be over, she popped her own inside of you and she couldn't hold back the ugly noise that came out of her throat as her vision blurred.

One quick thrust, to her surprise, was all it took before she was orgasming inside of you and the startled moans from both girls beneath her led her to assuming you weren't finished with your orgasm, either.

The three of you fell into an exhausted heap as shockwaves were left to course their way through all of you. You were entirely filled to the brim and still, sometimes, a spurt would come out at the smallest jostle.

You couldn't help it -- you fell into the deepest sleep in your life.

It took three full days of similar events before, finally, the morning you next woke instead of being insanely horny you were insanely hungry.

Shauna was already awake looking exhausted and eyeing you suspiciously as she held out water to you. You inched forward and she inched back briefly for a moment, and you frowned. You reached out in this new mating bond and felt for her emotions.

You found a . . . hesitancy, and exhaustion.

"I don't want sex," you said, glancing at the forgotten cup of water in her hands. She slumped in relief as she handed it over and scooted back into your nest to curl around you again as though she weren't just trying to get away from you.

You'd be so fucking offended if her scent and touch wasn't so comforting right now. She nuzzled into your neck, silent and purring like an engine as Lottie remained absolutely lost to the world on your other side.

"Thank you," you said as she handed you strips of meat between sips of water. Her eyes were thoughtful and so, so soft. The Shauna from before the attic and your heat was gone, leaving behind an Alpha who was exposing a side of herself she seemed scared to show.

"You're a good Alpha," you told her as you ate the offered meal and drank your water.

"I--" she licked her lips and fiddled with the sleeves of her plaid shirt, nothing under it, "Lottie and I have only ever -- we've never been with Omegas. Betas, sometimes. I do not know how to take care of an Omega."

You blink in surprise at her. The ache in your bones was all moving to your heart at the admission in an instant. "Shauna." You cup her cheek, thumb drifting along the jawline you'd left bruises on. The bite mark you'd left on the other side of her neck, matching Lottie's on the opposite.

She leaned into your touch.

You smiled a little. "You took such good care of me, okay? I had no doubt of my safety with you and Lottie. I was protected and my needs were met."

"We -- we marked you. Your first heat." Her eyes were sad. "We took your choice away."

"No choice was taken, Alpha," you stated with firm reassurance. Sure, you were scared and you did not know what sort of future was ahead for you three when you got the hell out of this hellscape . . . but you knew Lottie and Shauna would be there. "I returned the marks, didn't I?"

Her forehead rested against yours, thumb running down yours as your hand was encased by hers.

"My clit hurts."

The bark of laughter that broke free from your chest woke Lottie, the other Alpha groaning in displeasure as Shauna's twinkling eyes met yours so sweetly.

"Please tell me we're out of heat mode," Lottie groaned. You pulled away from Shauna and turned around, leaning over to kiss your other Alpha's cheek.

"All better, Alpha," you murmured sweetly as she smiled up at you, gaze tired but affectionate as Shauna also scooted closer to join the two of you.

When you got redressed later that day after spending some quality time together, Jackie was the first to greet you despite how disgusting you apparently smelled.

Over your shoulder, the look she gave Shauna and Lottie when she realized your scent had changed to that of a mated Omega was nothing less than lethal.

[crispy-art-on-fire]

YOU KNOW I HAVE THE BRAINROT WHEN I AM BRINGING MULTIPLE AUS TO LIFE- ANYWAY PYGMALION AND GALATEA AU. Blitzwing sculpts his ideal man and falls in love with the statue and Optimus comes to life with an allspark fragment as his heart.

Detailed rambling under cut.

So basically to cope with the boredom and chaos of Megatron being dead and Lugnut being a pain Blitzwing decides to indulge in making a statue, his masterpiece. Working on it instead of blowing a fuse and trying to kill Lugnut. Eventually he begins to talk to it, complaining about his day and arguing with himself. They know it's purely just sounding their ideas out and an outlet for the things they cannot say to anyone else.

But then it stops being just that and Blitzwing begins to seeing Optimus as a person, someone listening to him. He anthropomorphizes Optimus and begins to seek comfort from him, he falls in love with something that cannot love him back. Beginning to fantasize about what if Optimus was real.

Then plot happens and the allspark is fractured. One of the shards burrowing deep into Optimus and so bringing life to him. Optimus remembers everything Blitzwing told him and so decides to try to help him: To attack the Autobots.

(In this au the leader of the repair team is Sentinel Prime after he got demoted for breaking the rules and causing Elita-1 to be lost.)

This misadventure ends pretty well after they get over the scare of being attacked by an Optimus who doesn't know how to emote and basically has to consciously remember "oh I can talk now." In that Optimus also doesn't really have any ideas of his own and can be easily convinced to not fight them once given 1 reason not to. The deepest core of his being is that he wants to do good in its purest form.

So meanwhile Optimus is off learning that being alive is beautiful and fun Blitzwing is freaking out. Their coping statue is gone and while they first suspect Lugnut of finally destroying it the idea of Optimus having walked off himself pops into their mind and oh they simply must investigate. Turns out yes! Their imaginary boyfriend is alive now and that might be the most exciting scariest thing ever.

Blitzwing brings Optimus back to the Decepticon base and he is officially on the team but not really. This is where the two actually get to know each other because Blitzwing knows nothing about Optimus except that they love him more than anything and Optimus knows everything about Blitzwing but doesn't know his own feelings. It's awkward, it's cute, Blitzwing is the most overprotective guy ever which might be the only reason why it takes so long for the Decepticons to realize that Optimus is very bad at being bad.

The breaking point being Optimus not being able to handle it anymore tries to break Professor Sumdac out and getting caught. Blitzwing as his creator gets the responsibility to execute him but once bringing Optimus to an isolated area cannot bring himself to do it. Faking taking the shot and telling Optimus to leave and never come back. Optimus does, thanking Blitzwing before he goes.

Optimus officially joins the Autobots. And he might trying to do right but having been around only Decepticons for most his existence makes it so easy to do things that make everyone look at him like he's a monster. It takes a while for either to get used to each other.

Blitzwing is doing Great he is doing So Fine in that he doesn't have a breakdown immediately. He created something to pour his feelings into and then it came alive and rejected him. Issues! But they still love Optimus and it feels like a curse they way they need to know him and what has become of him.

In moments of weakness they meet, for Optimus to talk and Blitzwing to listen. With no one else to rely on or share his newfound thoughts Optimus shares it with Blitzwing knowing that they want all of him and he cannot want them back.

ITS ABOUT THE YEARNING. THEY NEED TO SUFFER.

[heeseungsbunny]

GENTLE GIANT

pairing: sam winchester x injured!reader

summary: you get injured during a dangerous hunt with sam & dean and sam does his best to help you

notes: reader being naked without any sexual intentions, reader is too weak to eat, fluff, slight angst, reader almost bleeds out to death NOT PROOFREAD

“hey you alright back there?” dean looks back to check on you because your silence is unusual and he heard you breathing heavily. you barely heard him breathe and still trying to stop the gash on your stomach that was still rapidly bleeding when it first got there. “y-yeah, just tired” your voice came out weak and fragile. your weak response immediately concerns sam, making him want to look back as well. it’s dark outside so he can barely see you or anything, only your glistening eyes staring right back at him, knowing he would soon enough smell the blood leaking through your jacket. he reaches and rubs your knee, “we’re almost back to the motel, but we’re getting some food on the way so you can rest back there”. you couldn’t rest, you afraid to fall asleep and not waking back up, plus the tummy aching pain was undeniable. just 30 minutes…

once dean pulled into the driveway, the only thing really exciting was the food, but you still had to take care of the bleeding. sam steps out the passenger seat and opens your car door for you, you can’t help but imagine how he would react if he saw this. you try to act as normal as possible, trying not to limp as your drained body is practically begging for help. before sam even gets to give you your food, you dash to the bathroom. you shut the door and stare at your tired self in the mirror. how could let this happen, now sam & dean won’t ever take you hunting with them again. you lift up your hoodie and see how disgusting it looks, making you scrunch your face. you start to scramble for the med kit, while holding your jacket, that’s halfway soaked in blood already, to slow down the blood more. once you get it slow down, you try to properly bandage but then you realize you have no idea what you’re doing. first, you’re too weak to even rap the bandage around your waist, and second, you don’t know because sam never wants you to do it and wants to take care of you. sam notices how long you been in the bathroom both him & his brother already finished their food, so he decides to check on you. you’re mind is so clouded you don’t even hear his footsteps, or him knocking on the door. “hey babe, you alright in there” he was ready to break the door down after not getting a response from you on his 5th knock. “yeah i’m-good sammy, just so eat your food or something” you leaned against the door to talk so he could hear you better. he noticed your hesitant response and starts to open the door, pushing your body with the door with ease. you try to react quickly and hide it but sam is quicker. his eyes go wide and just stares at it. “s-sam i-i got it, i’ll fix it-” you tried to hide it but sam firmly but gently grabs your wrists. he doesn’t ask any questions because he already knows the answer and he swiftly places you on the sink. he still hasn’t made eye contact with you and has a worried expression plastered all over his face. he’s too focused on bandaging your injury. the pain gets too overwhelming, making you wince and squeeze his shoulder. his eyes shift up to you and then continue to bandage your wound. then he finally finishes, sighing like a weight was lifted off him. “you still hungry?” he says while putting away the med kit.

you nod and he lifts up off the sink. he doesn’t put you down and opens the bathroom door with his other hand. he sits you down in a chair and starts rummaging through the bag for your food. luckily, it was still warm so he placed it in front of you before sitting down across the table. you sigh from just seeing food. you move your fidgeting hands from your lap and pick up your burger. you could barely hold it in your hands because you couldn’t stop shaking & the headache impossible to ignore. you look up at sam before hesitantly taking bite. sam noticed your shaking long before you even go inside the motel, but it had gotten worse since you were in the car. “do you need help?” you saw those puppy eyes looking at you when you met his eyes. you hated asking for help, especially with something so simple. the exhausted look on your face is an answer for him. he takes the burger from your hands and holds it up to your lips. you hesitate but still take a bite anyways, sam had never done this for you but you just love when he babies you like this when you don’t have to worry about anything. your bites are slow & small but sam is being patient with you. once you really started eating, you noticed how hungry you actually were. sam even wiped the grease of your face for you when you finished eating. you both just sat there for a minute and you felt so full it was making you sleepy now. sam saw your fluttering eyes and remembered you needed to bathe & get the dried blood off of you. “hey you still need to take bath and get that blood off you” he spoke suddenly.

“i’m too weak right now, i’ll do it in the morning” sam frowns at your answer and picks you up from your chair. “i’ll bath you so you won’t have to tire yourself out and you can sleep as soon as i’m done” your eyes widen at the suggestion, you’ve would’ve never thought sam would do something like this. he sits you down on the toilet seat and start running warm back water for you. “i’ll be back, i’m going to get some clothes for you to sleep in”you nod as he walks out the door. you’re just staring at the water filing up the bathtub, it strangely reminds you of your wound, how much blood you lost and you could’ve died in that bathroom if sam didn’t walk in to help you. sam walks in with one of his hoodies & a pair of your pajama pants and places it on the sink counter. “do you need help taking off your clothes” you snap out of it and realize you should’ve taken your clothes. you tell him to turn around because you’re still shy when he sees you naked. “of course baby, but i’m gonna see you anyways when i’m washing you up” he says as he still turns around. after you peel your clothes off your sticky body, you step into the warm, skin soothing water. it felt better than you expected and you were more relaxed & didn’t care anymore if sam saw you naked or not. he hears as your feet dip into the water and slowly turns around. you look absolutely beautiful, even though you almost bled out to death and is incredibly weak, you still look beautiful. sam sits on the floor and rolls up his sleeves. he grabs a rag and soak it in water before washing the dirt and stickiness of your neck & face. you catch yourself leaning into his soft & gentle touch. you still kept your eyes closed and slowly starting to drift asleep, but then you felt bad for sam, who was taking care of you, and still fought to stay awake for him and talk to him. you finally open you relaxed eyes and find his focused but soft eyes on you. he slightly pushes you forward so he wash your back and feel the warm water run down, rubbing slow circles all over. he takes a second to think what needs to cleaned next. he pushes you back against the back of the tub so your not hunched over and leaned back. he washes your chest and does his best to not make your feel uncomfortable, but you don’t feel uncomfortable at all because he’s just so caring. then he reaches and grabs your legs & scrubs them down. once he fully cleans you, you grands your hand and help you out so you fall. he opens the drains and gives you a towel, “i’ll be in the room, call for me if you need anything” he says giving you those same puppy eyes that makes you cave in every time. you nod & smile before you start to dry off. you try to avoid rubbing against or pressing down on the wound while still getting fully dry. you slip on sam’s larger hoodie and your pajama pants. you brush your teeth and just wash your face to feel fully clean. taking a bath and being clean just feel so refreshing, all you wanna do is sleep. when you step into the room where sam is, you seeing making the bed for you so there’s no struggle for you. “there’s some water for you on the dresser if you wake up thirsty” he says when he notices that you’re standing there. you smiles lazily and crawl into the bed, next to where he’s sitting. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him, laying you down under the blankets. being in his arms, under the blankets, makes you feel safe & warm all over. “thank you for taking care of me” you say as you snuggle into him before falling asleep. “i’ll always take care of you” he kisses your forehead as he feels your body relax into him.

[satorusideals]

Airy Spring

a/n: soooo.. fourth post. I honestly need og ideas. I’m trying so hard to think of things. But I’ll get there! My time is limited because of current events but I’ll be on it. Pls give me inspo im crying. Also! I need more moots. Enjoy ig. 🥀

content: fem view, pregnancy, dad gojo, and fluff!!!!!!

It came to no surprise. Your life was so different. By having a puffy stomach, aching feet, sharp back pains, and a little newborn that filled your ears; you were a new woman.

You remember the fateful afternoon that had you pacing back and forth as your hands clasped onto the long piece of plastic. The very item that made you shriek of happiness (?), anxiety (?), and shock.

You were no where near ready to confess to your husband, Satoru Gojo.

He was a busy man.

You both understood that. And the thought of somewhat impeding his plans made you bite your tongue.

In an attempt to continue the normalcy, you make dinner, turn on the lamps, anxiously do laundry, and try to take a warm bath— but as soon as your dear husband begins to rattle the front door— you pace inside the bathroom.

Oh.. how will he react? He’ll be happy, right? What about his schedule? Maybe he’s not hungry..

“I’m back! Guess who’s the best husband that brought kikufuku?? I am!”

Your hairs stick up at his exclamation, and the few droplets of cold sweat begin to build up on the tip of your nose.

Great.

His innocent teasing is always nerve wrecking.

Satoru’s steps get louder by the second, and when you open the bathroom door, he’s standing outside with a smile.

“You took a bath without me?? And here I was trying to rush back home to you” he says with a teasing pout, before wrapping his arms around you.

“I missed you, baby. Did you miss me?” he asks while pulling back to look at your water kissed face.

There was no way to hide from him. Every reaction and cold shoulder you gave him was a clear indicator that something was wrong. Whether it was him or the bad weather— oh, he didn’t know! He took every bad possibility and ran with it.

He loves his dear wife!

During dinner, he felt that enough was enough. No time was wasted and he asked.

“Are you mad at me? I’m sorry— I came as quick as possible.” Satoru pouts and drops his utensils in an attempt to give you his undivided attention.

You sigh and shake your head.

“I’m just tired.. I cleaned the whole house, ya know?”

“Well.. no one asks you to. I’ve offered a maid before.”

Your quick responses are what save you. At least for a bit.

Satoru’s short trips leave a balance of home time and work. These time intervals give you time on how to confess. Or figure out what to even do.

Before you know it, he’s back from another trip. His slender frame is wrapped around you in your large bed with his hand on your now plush hip. An obvious hint at your body’s accommodation.

“You’re so fluffy now.. you gaining?” he innocently asks as his nose buries itself into your scalp.

Satoru yelps at your pinch.

“Ow! What was that for!?”

“You’re a prick. I don’t know why I bother with you!”

He was just asking..

After fighting yourself, both mentally (anxiety) and physically (morning sickness), you break the news before Satoru steps out for his mission.

“‘Toru.. you’re not gonna eat breakfast?”

“Mm.. nah. My stomach hurts if I eat too early. Maybe I’ll come for dinner tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Okay..” you mutter as his face leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“What’s with the sad face, hm?”

“I just.. don’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell me what..? You’re divorcing me or somethin’?”

“No.. it feels like I’m lying to you.”

He stays silent. You could basically feel his heartbeat. Stray and loud. He honestly would have loved that breakfast instead of feeling this tension you’ve unknowingly created.

“I’m pregnant. You. Me. We’re pregnant.”

Those passing moments between you both felt like eternal.

Satoru’s sleepy eyes widened and made him freeze.

“What? Ha.. ha-ha.. you’re-“

“I’m sorry.”

“Honey, what? Sorry? Wait, what?”

His words made you more confused. Was he surprised or disappointed?

You looked away. The sun’s rays were shining through the room from the window, but left no warmth to comfort you.

Satoru realized his unintended negligence of comforting you and he quickly wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, Satoru.”

“Stop saying that.. what are you sorry for?”

“We didn’t want this.. I’m sorry.”

He sighs. His hand cups your cheek and pulls you back to look directly into your eyes.

His blue pearls watched your reactions and counted your every freckle and lash without hesitation.

His wonderful wife had just confessed a life altering situation— and here he was stuttering like a high school boy.

“Who said that, hm? Just ‘cus we didn’t plan it, doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Unless.. you don’t want it?”

You shake your head and he quickly begins to rub your back and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

It was a done deal.

You carry his sweet baby and get all the rest, take-out, midnight cravings, foot massages, and needy booty-calls you desire, even when he was away on missions.

But this was only on the condition of Satoru keeping his missions to a minimum.

And before you knew it— you’re back home with a baby girl.

Her snow kissed hair illuminated your room. Her hazy blue eyes that made you want to squish her face every time she opened her eyes to curiously watch you. It was all a dream— really, who knew you’d be a mother? And who knew you’d be such a daydream? Not your husband.

Oh, your husband was enamored with you both.

His lovely wife who birthed a whole carbon copy of him and the said carbon copy.

Satoru’s entire time at home was busy with his newborn baby girl.

Your husband would clean up and rub your feet while she slept or fed from you. No wasted time in this household.

Her sweet smell and delicate frame were appreciated by you both.

But especially Satoru. A deep contrast between him and his daughter. He was the strongest and had had to learn being the most delicate. His hands and sharp muscles that destroyed cursed were handling the tiny body that he now loved. Her small wails and yawns softened his sharp gaze. No detail went unnoticed by him. Your daughter’s birthmarks were all caught by Satoru, because he wanted to learn every single thing of your creation.

While being a changed woman, it didn’t feel like a complete new load— you had the help of your husband.

And the only thing you could wait, was for her to grow up.

Oh, how you both dreaded that!

But, as time moved on— it was obvious that your sweet girl was a change that you both needed.

[hkthatgffan]

"End" of the Kiki-Kit Saga (For me at least)

Okay, I've been waiting for a while to make this post and quite frankly, it's one I really didn't expect to make. But, having started this topic in October, I felt it was important to also end it even if it's not a great end overall.

You may remember back in October 2024 that I made this post regarding the artist Kiki-Kit. She's pretty well known in the Gravity Falls fandom and worked on Lost Legends. Long story short, she'd been ghosting me and many other people for months regarding commissions we had gotten from her in January of that year. That first post goes into detail about it all and has the specifics but basically, after finding out there were people waiting years for her to respond to them, I felt compelled to make that post to call her out and hopefully get more eyes on this issue as Kiki had seemed to be getting away with this behavior for a while. Well, good news (sorta), for me at least, it's now over...

Kiki-Kit Refunded me!

I'd love to be happy about it but quite frankly, to even get this was a pain in the ass. As I said in the first post, Kiki never responded to DMs or even the email she had set up for commissions. So, as a last resort, I contacted a friend of hers that she had mentioned back in January during her commissions request period. I won't name them as they never were involved in this, but I got in touch with them via Bluesky and asked if they could let Kiki know I was trying to reach her but can't. And low and behold, the very next day she actually FINALLY DM's me for the first time in over a year!

I should say, this happened back on February 9th of this year (it'll make sense in a sec why it took me so long to make this). On one hand, it was nice that she did finally DM me but I can't lie, it felt very suspicious and off to me that it literally had to take me contacting someone she knows about it. Someone who never was involved in this and had no reason to be and that in turn was what finally got her to respond to me.

Kiki did explain herself and without sharing her PM, I will say I fully understand her position. As she stated back in June 2024, she's going through a pretty rough time and even her reasoning for doing these commissions were for financial reasons I am sympathetic to her for. I wanna make clear again, this was never a case of "artist is taking too long on my art and I am impatient!" I get it. Everyone like me in this situation gets it! Artists are humans like you and me and things can happen and they have every right to take breaks, be offline, etc.

But where the problem was, was that Kiki-Kit NEVER responded to any update request going back months. I tried every appropriate channel of communication I could to no avail. I'm understanding, but I also am a paying client and if nothing else, a simple update would suffice. She never gave me even that until now and the way I had to get it out of her was beyond what someone should have to do to get that.

She did admit to me she is aware of this problem of hers of not communicating properly and seeming to ignore clients. If nothing else, I was appreciative she admitted where she was wrong. I told her back she really needs to improve on that and also, given she gave me the choice, I asked for a refund. Even though she offered me assurance she will get these commissions done, I'm not dealing with her anymore and I wanted my money back.

And then guess what? Kiki-Kit GHOSTED ME AGAIN!!

This all happened on February 9th. Well, March 9th, one month after that first exchange rolls around and I still hadn't heard from her. I follow up, no response. She hadn't communicated at all since February! Finally, on March 25th, the day she refunded me, Kiki FINALLY gets back with some excuse about why it took so long and again apologizing. I'm not even gonna bore you with what she said this time around as it was another of the same excuses and "I'm sorry." At least this time I got my money back.

I was as nice back to her as I could be but holy fucking shit, I was beyond angry and disappointed in her. It really didn't seem to sound like she really even cared. I mean, the fact it took her over a month again to get back to me after apologizing and saying she was working to be better at communicating really left me running out of sympathy for her.

And again, I should stress, I'M NOT MAD AT KIKI-KIT FOR NOT DELIEVERING MY COMMISSION! IDC if I had to wait a year for it if she had been proper in her communication and transparency about why she was offline and not responding. This was always a communication issue, NOT an issue with it taking so long. Yes, she gave a reason in June, but then vanished for months yet again and still technically speaking, she hasn't officially posted anything since August 2024.

If you pay someone for a service and they then just vanish and not pick up your calls or respond to your texts or emails, you're gonna be suspicious. Excuses are a whole other story but even so, at least you are getting a response. I could've understood it if that was what she did. But a year without any response whatsoever, only one update in June 2024, multiple people coming out and saying they too have been waiting for months or even years for a response to no avail and finally me having to contact a 3rd party just to get her to fucking respond? Either Kiki-Kit is the worst at keeping track of her DM's, or she purposefully is banking on people not saying anything about her ghosting and just hopes they forget they ever bought something from her or give up after enough time with no response and accept they lost that money.

I mean, @foxieskullz was waiting since 2019 and similarly to me, it was her persistence and constant talking about it that probably was what finally made Kiki-Kit respond.

As of today, April 26th, it's been 1 month since Kiki refunded me. I told her once again when she did that she needs to contact all the other people she was paid to make art for and give them the same offer of a refund or promise to finish their art. Given it's been a month since that, I decided to reach out to some of those people to see if Kiki actually made good on that.

I contacted my friend Darkshade on Discord who also bought a commission from her that January about if she had heard back from Kiki and sure enough, she hasn't!

I also contacted @animepianistgirl2 who also has been waiting and similarly, no response from Kiki-Kit either. Hell, I was looking through my old posts about it and I saw even stephreynaart said she'd gotten a commission from her and still no response. That was back in June, so I haven't asked her yet about if she got a response or not since then, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's a no too. When even a person as respected and popular in the fandom as Steph is probably in the same boat, then things really are looking bleak.

IDK what else to say. I'm disappointed beyond belief. Maybe this is my GF fandom version of "never meet your heroes," but I still am so upset that of all people, Kiki-Kit could be like this. She's a legend in this fandom and was respected and loved by fans long before I ever joined. Her fanart was some of the first I ever saw and I celebrated with the rest of the fandom in 2018 when she got her moment to shine as an illustrator in Lost Legends and even meeting Alex Hirsch in person at a book signing event for it.

She's been in so many fan projects. She's a name everyone on GF Tumblr probably knows and respects. So, yeah, to have to say all this about her is not easy even now. I am so grateful to all of you who heard me out in October when I made my post about this. I was afraid to post it given even with all the people who came out and said the same thing, I was worried people would side with her due to the notoriety she has and just the thought that someone like her would never do this. But the response was incredible (I even had long time GF fans and artists who were friends of Kiki-Kit agreeing that her actions here were not right) and if nothing else, I hope it maybe helped spread word about this and get people to be more aware.

Kiki-Kit, if you see this, know that I am upset. I really hope you are doing okay and that you can overcome the hardships in your life that maybe led you to being like this right now. I don't believe you meant to be like this with malicious intent but it's what happened and you now need to fix that. I appreciate that you refunded me, but I am still mad. You have not refunded anyone else or even spoken to them even after I told you that you should. You ignored everything I said, even after you admitted yourself that you have a problem with communicating.

I hope you seriously work on improving your communication. I really hope you offer everyone left waiting a chance to either get their art finished or refund them. My posts are not going away. If you ever try to open commissions again, I am making sure people see these and know what kind of person you are to those who pay you. I hate having to spread negative shit like this on my platform, but if it spares another fan from losing money to you, then so be it. I had to wait only a year. Foxie was waiting since 2019 (and you gave her a similar set of excuses and apologies and probably never read anything she told you like you did to me)! And don't forget Jolliejackdaw who you blocked on Twitter and has been waiting since 2020!

I don't want anyone else to be in this same boat. Either commit to better communicating with your clients, or don't bother asking people for commissions next time. This could've all been resolved privately if you just bothered to talk. But you didn't. And now this all had to be said.

So, all this to say, while I don't anymore have to deal with Kiki-Kit, others are still waiting. And I'll keep asking around to see what happens. But unless something else big transpires, this is it for me in regards to Kiki. I hate making posts like this but it had to be done and tbh, I hope if anything it serves as a lesson to both artists and clients. Communication is key. Without it, stuff like this can spiral out of control fast.

I hope Kiki-Kit can mend her name in this fandom. I'll always be a fan of her work, but I am never commissioning from her again. And quite frankly, until she seriously fixes her communication ability, neither should you.

[pretty-circa006]

Hii im really looking forward to the next part of unhealthy attachment omg i didnt know how much i need this story. I LOVE THIS STORY SO FUCKING MUCH OH MY GODDDD THANK YOU LIKE THAANK YOU FOR WRITTING THIS😔 ilysm girl. Ik you're probably busy and stuff but i hope the next part to the story will be posted soon..😔 this might be my fav story ever !! Ty for existing🙏🏻

Unhealthy Attachments pt. 10

Comfort

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Coach! Negan x Student! F! Reader

summary Negan comforts you through the aftermath of what happened in PE tags mentions of bullying, probably some medical inaccuracies note hello! long time, no see, but i'm alive and i promise i will keep updating this story 'til it's finished, but i cannot promise those updates will come in a timely manner...i'm sorry :'( i do appreciate your patience and apologize for keeping you guys waiting so long. i love reading your comments and getting sweet messages in my inbox like this one, it really motivates me to keep posting on here, love you guys! :3

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The cots in the nurses office were uncomfortable, but laying on one felt worlds better than laying injured on the gymnasium's floor. But it felt nowhere near as good as being carried in Negan's arms. Remembering that brief moment was the only silver lining throughout all of this. 

You rested on the cot, head against a cheap, paper thin pillow, staring up at the ceiling. The school nurse had already taken a look at you. You could tell she was feeling guilty for not having believed you the first time you came in. She had explained to you that there was probably just bruising on your abdomen and to take it easy for a couple of days. If you were to see any signs of internal bleeding, she explained that you should probably go to the emergency room. It all kind of went in one ear and out the other. You couldn't really focus on anything other than the now dull pain in your stomach and the burning pit of humiliation in your chest. 

Usually, when your classmates would bully you, you'd be able to keep up an uninterested facade and cry about it later when you were alone. As much as it hurt you to be treated so horribly, you'd never let them see how it really affected you. You didn't want them to have that satisfaction. But that all went out the window today. You let those girls in the bathroom see you cry and everyone in your PE class probably got the impression that hitting you with a few measly dodgeballs was enough to send you toppling over in a fit of pain worthy enough to be rushed to the nurse's office. Great. 

"Hey, hon," the nurse said, breaking you out of your sullen stupor, "I'm gonna be in my office for a bit. I have to give your parents a call since they're listed as your emergency contacts and fill out your accident report." You just nodded your head, not caring if she could see it or not. Today was Monday, so both your parents were probably at the church still and wouldn't get the call. Somehow, that offered you a bit of relief. Dealing with their reactions wasn't something you had the energy to deal with right now. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the nurse walk off to her office and shut the door behind her. Finally, you let the unshed tears burning in your eyes fall. 

You couldn't hear the door open over the sound of your sniffling, so the sound of Negan's "Hey, doll," startled you a bit. Quickly, you swiped your tears out of your eyes, not that it mattered. He's seen you cry plenty of times before, as a matter of fact, he's held you nearly every time you've cried in front of him. Negan set your backpack down beside your cot before taking a seat in the nearby chair. His presence was comforting, yet you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. He's seen you down before, but not like this. 

"What happened?" He asked softly. 

You continued staring at the ceiling, pretending not to hear him. What happened was already humiliating enough, telling him about it just seemed ten times worse. 

He said your name this time and scooted closer. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't believe you earlier."  That got your attention. You turned your head to face him and whispered, "It's okay." 

"No. It's not. You've never given me a reason not to trust you, so my dumbass should've just taken your word and this woulda  never fuckin happened." 

You laughed to yourself, but ended up wincing at the sensation it caused to your stomach. "I'd probably be here anyway. I came earlier, but the nurse also thought I was tryin' to get out of PE." 

As much as he wanted to be mad at the nurse and place the blame onto her, he had to come to terms with the fact he did the same exact thing. 

"What happened to you?" He tried again. You looked away from him and back at the ceiling, afraid talking about it would reduce you to tears again. You were sure Negan saw you as some little crybaby bitch at this point, which isn't at all the impression you want him to have of you. 

"I...," you paused for a second to think of a believable excuse, "I just don't feel well." 

"Don't go lyin' to me after I just told you I trust you." 

You knew the truth would upset Negan, but apparently your lie upset him, too. 

"Remember that girl I punched before spring break?" 

Pride glossed over Negan at the memory. He was overjoyed to see you stand up for yourself for once. 

"What about her?" He asked, fearing he already knew the answer. 

"Her and her friends..." the lump forming in your throat caused your voice to tremble as new tears burned in your eyes.  

Negan's jaw tensed and his hands balled into fists. 

"They...they jumped m-me in the bathroom," you hurried out before breaking down into sobs. 

Negan was beyond pissed. Pissed that they did that to you, but even more so that he couldn't do anything about it. Maybe a detention and possibly suspension at most, but to him, that wouldn't be enough. 

When he looked up at you again, you were facing away from him, your shoulders shaking as you cried into the mattress. As much as he wanted to go find those girls, he needed to do what he does best and comfort you. He sat on the edge of the small cot and rubbed a soothing hand across your back. 

"It's okay, baby, I'm here," he whispered as he continued rubbing soothing circles on your back. His touch calmed you, as it always does. You turned your body over to face him, taking extra care not to put any pressure on your stomach. For the first time since he's been in here, you look him in the eyes. You could tell he was angry by the way his forehead creased between his eyebrows. His anger wasn't directed at you –it never was. He leaned down and pressed a gentle peck to your forehead, a seemingly innocent gesture if the circumstances aren't considered. His dry, but soft lips and the tickle of his facial hair relaxed you a little. 

The sound of the door to the nurse's office slowly opening captured both of your attentions. Negan quickly sat back in his chair and you wiped away your tears. 

"Oh. Negan, you're here, too," the nurse noted, unamused. She had a pink sheet of paper in her hand and an unreadable look on her face. 

"Nurse Ida," he greeted with a slight nod. 

"Hon, I called your parents, but didn't get an answer. Do you have any way to get home?" 

Before you could open your mouth to reply, Negan spoke up. 

"I can drive her home, it's no trouble." 

A look crossed Nurse Ida's face, but she didn’t press any further. 

"Great," she said, folding that pink sheet of paper in half, "Here's a copy of your accident report in case you need to miss a few days of school." 

"Thanks," you mumbled. 

"Sure. Have a good night, hon. Get home safe." She shot Negan another one of her looks before heading back into her office. 

Negan took the accident report and slipped it into your backpack for you. 

"I'm ready to go now." He nodded and grabbed your backpack, putting the straps over his shoulders. He held out a hand to help you up and you took it. Your stomach still hurt but feels way better than it did earlier. 

"Can you walk?" 

You could, but why pass up another opportunity to be in Negan's arms? 

"No," you lied, barely able to conceal a little smirk. 

Negan shook his head and laughed to himself, his cute dimples making themselves visible again. Like before, he scooped you up easily and carried you to his car. 

...

His car smelled a lot like him– like cigarettes, expensive cologne, and faintly of leather. It's like being swept up in a cloud of Negan. He set your bag in the backseat before getting into the driver's seat. 

He remembered your address from that time your parents invited him over for dinner– at least that's what you assumed since he didn't ask you for it. 

"What do I tell my parents?" you wondered aloud as you watch the scenery breeze by. 

"The truth? Mind if I smoke?" You nodded and he stuck a cigarette in his mouth before lighting it. 

"I feel like my dad would only make it worse if he knew the truth. He might try something crazy like calling the principal or confronting the parents when they come to church." 

"Hmm," he blew a puff of smoke out the window, "I can always walk you to your house and feed them some bullshit lie." 

You laughed to yourself because that's totally something you can see him doing. 

"What if...what if I didn't go home?" 

"And go where?" 

"Could I go home… with you?" 

A thick silence filled the car as regret started to creep its way into your mind. A sigh from Negan disrupted said silence. 

"As much as I'd love to do that, I can't, baby. It's just... my wife wouldn't fuckin approve of me bringing a student into our house and what the hell would your parents think if you didn't come home tonight?" 

Wife. Despite that silver wedding band he always has on, him being married was something you shoved back to the dark corners of your mind. You wanted nothing more than to shrivel up and fly out the window– anything to escape this moment, really– but you were trapped and a lump was starting to form in your throat. 

"...right." 

He stopped the car right in front of your house. You could tell he was about to say something else, but you weren't sure if your heart could handle something else. You reached into the back seat and grabbed your backpack before hurrying out the car. 

You mutter a half-assed thanks before shutting the door and hurrying off to your house. 

Thankfully, you had come home before your parents did and were able to delete the nurse’s voicemail from the landline in your dad’s office. You didn’t have the energy to do anything other than take a shower and get in bed, so you did exactly that. 

You hated that stupid school and everyone in it. Going back tomorrow– or at all, really– seemed like a nightmare. Your only motivation for going has been Negan, but even then the cons were starting to outweigh that one pro. Besides, he’s married. As much as you liked him and as much as you like being with him, you were sure he didn’t feel the same. After all the good times you’ve had with him, he went home to his wife right after. He was probably at home in bed with her now. Probably touching her the way you wish he’d touch you. Probably even telling her how much he loves her. More tears pricked at your eyes, but this time you just let them fall until you fell asleep.