#get built and lift ya girl up on one arm

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ough... lesbiams....

[shotmrmiller]

tw: mentions of roofies, murder, then smut:)

cbf!simon would absolutely kill for you.

cbf!simon has always been your partner in crime.

even in your youth, back when he was built like a daffodil, he was always by your side. kept you safe from the mean girls at school, always got in trouble for throwing hands at boys who made crass comments at you and the like. then he'd left his butcher job to join the military. "I gotta learn how to keep you safe, love. i'll always come back to ya."

and he had. he returned to you almost four times his size; he left a boy and came back a man. down to your very bones, you knew that he would always keep you safe.

which is why he was the first person you called when the guy next to you at the bar roofied your drink. the beer fizzed irregularly and had an almost milky colour even though it was an ipa.

the idiot had dared to smile at you, an oily, crooked grin with yellow teeth, and lifted his own glass to toast with you.

you bolted out of your seat in seconds, heading straight to the ladies' room, and dialed.

he answered on the second ring.

"please come get me." you hadn't meant to sound as terrified as you felt.

"be there in 5," then hung up.

he lived 15 minutes away from the dingy bar.

true to his word, he was there in 5, texting where you were at.

inside the ladies bathroom.

he let himself in, put his jacket around your quivering shoulders, and with a strong, comforting arm, guided you toward the exit and into his truck. simon remained silent as he sat you in the passenger seat, gently pulling the seatbelt over your chest, clicking it into place.

he stood next to you, his hands resting on your jean-clad thighs, waiting patiently for you to explain.

your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you sort out your thoughts. you no longer felt afraid, that much was certain. simon has always been your pillar of strength. there was nothing to fear with him at your side.

so why do your hands continue to tremble? digging deeper, you realize that you're angry. no.

furious.

some imbecile thought he'd take advantage of you. if you'd been any more drunk, you would have been a victim— wound up lifeless in a dirty ditch.

you burned with fury, your blood boiling under your skin. how dare he? how dare he?

simon softly touches your tightly clenched hands, coaxing your fingers to unfurl.

everything pulls hard to port when your eyes land on his disfigured knuckles— scarred by battle. you've never liked what simon did for a living. he just fought and killed people that some higher-up told him were the bad guys.

in war, there is no good or bad side. the field is too soaked in blood for anyone to recognize where the line is if there even was one to begin with.

until now. just this once, you couldn't be more grateful that simon possesses the skills he does.

you make your decision. "there was a guy in there. green hat, ugly brown jacket with yellow, crooked teeth. he drugged my beer, then toasted me so i would drink it."

his hands tighten around yours marginally. "and now i'm here, safe, with you. but he's still in there, with potentially a pocket full of pills, on the lookout for his next victim. how am i supposed to sleep tonight, knowing that if someone goes missing tonight, the blood will be on my hands?"

you cut your eyes to his dark, hardened ones, and the words tumble out of your mouth with surprising ease.

"there's trash in there that needs throwing out, simon."

nothing but a wretched mongrel that needs to be put down.

simon's nod is subtle, but it's there. you exhale a shuddering breath, heart slamming against your ribcage.

he's a gun in your hand, and you've just pulled the trigger.

simon hands you the keys to the truck. "are you sober enough to drive home?" he quietly asks.

hard to keep a buzz when you almost became a victim of—

"yes."

he's opening the glove compartment, taking out his skeleton gloves, and a tac knife that he tucks inside the waistband of his jeans.

"go home. i'll see ya in a bit." his voice is flat, lifeless.

simon closes the door and raps his knuckles on the hood of the truck before heading inside.

and so the elephant marches to war.

-

it's well past midnight when he crawls in through your window. one moment his boots are on the windowsill, the next he's pinning you onto your mattress, hips flush against yours.

his chilly, clean hands lift the hem of your loose shirt, dimpling the soft skin that his fingers dig into— his bare lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"he is no longer a problem."

he grinds his clothed erection against the flimsy fabric of your sleeping shorts.

"you did the right thing by telling me what he did."

simon trails a path of open-mouthed kisses from your ear down to your mouth, licking your bottom lip.

"nothing gets me harder than when my girl looks at me to keep her safe."

your breath hitches when a hand begins to move south, lifting the waistband of your bottoms and sliding his fingers over your slick pussy. "it seems you like it too. does it turn you on, ordering me around like a dog? i bark at your command, pet."

one finger sinks into your wet heat, his groan drowning out your own.

"you like having this much power over me? how easily i bend to your will?" he croons.

there are two fingers in you now, so much thicker than your own, and the way they curl and drag along your nerves has your toes tingling. he takes you to the precipice at frightening speed— the expert hands that kill without remorse are the same ones that are bringing you your pleasure.

he thrusts his fingers into you with an obscene squelch and a thumb circles your slippery clit.

"i'd burn the world to ashes if you asked it of me."

the coil in your stomach is tight, your body tense in anticipation.

"so... would you? would you ask me to bring the world to its very knees?"

the answer sits on the tip of your tongue when you climax around his fingers, walls pulsing rhythmically, arousal dripping from his knuckles.

later will be a good time to reflect on how you don't feel even remotely guilty for what's been done.

for now, you focus on how good simon feels as he slowly sinks into you, splitting you wide open with his heavy cock.

-

simon finds no pills in the guy's pockets. no baggie, no bottle.

nothing.

shame that his little love has declared the guy's life forfeit.

your wish is his command.

[byunpum]

Back to you | Part 3(final)

Pair: Jake(human and avatar) x Neytiri x Human reader (trio couple)

Warning: i think kinda sad. soft moments, mmm more neytiri and reader, mention of death, mates.

Note: It's been almost a month now, I'm so sorry. I still have no excuse. I tried to write the story, but I feel that in the end… I didn't like it. I think it could have another ending. But still…I'm going to leave it like this. I hope you like it very much! And thanks for your patience! I hope you enjoy this part a lot. Love ya <3

+Read 'Mama's boy' HERE+

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3(final)

Everything was supposed to be fine, the meetings Grace had had with the RDA investigation team were supposed to have understood her claims. It was assumed that they would not continue with the massacre they were committing in other clans, it was assumed that no one would have been harmed… it was assumed. That day promised to be a quiet one, neytiri and you were sitting on the stairs of the school, which grace had built. In order to have a better contact with the Omaticaya clan. Although the atmosphere felt a little heavy, the last few weeks you had learned that the clan was planning something against the humans. The mistreatment had led them to make the worst decisions, that's why you had stayed away from the clan. It was not for your liking, you loved being in the clan. But Mo'at insisted that you stay with your people. So you could only see neytiri when they were at school.

They were playing with their hands, and telling whatever gossip you had missed in the last 2 weeks. Until you hear some noises coming from the jungle, you can see how a group of RDA men arrive, some in their robotic suits and others normal. But with weapons in their hands, Neytiri quickly rises up, taking your arm to drag you towards her. Walking away closer to the jungle behind you. Not five minutes had passed since his appearance, which is when the chaos began. The screams of desperation, the sounds of gunshots and grace's voice trying to explain, was the only thing you could hear. Neytiri and you had hidden under the stairs. You were both scared, and were waiting for help. But everything gets worse, when you feel someone grabbing you by your hair.

Lifting you off the ground with force, you scream in pain and twist in the air. You can feel Neytiri trying to hold you up, but it was useless. You see that it was some RDA soldier, indicating to take you with them. "This girl should not be here…. take her to the base" says the man. "Leave her please!!!" shouts grace, the woman was gagging on the ground. Her only hope was that you would escape with the clan, there you would be safe. You hear a scream from far away, and see how sylwanin jumps to a great height, attacking the man. "Let go of my sister!!!" shouts the girl, knocking the man down, leaving you free for her to help you. She held your hand tightly, both of you running into the jungle. When the sound of a gun is heard and everything goes silent.

Sylwanin stayed still in her place, her eyes wide open. While your gaze looked at his chest. Shot straight through the heart, your eyes met hers. Feeling her swoon over you, you try to handle her weights. "Sylwanin no…please don't. Let's go home" you cry, hugging her tightly. But you watch as that same man reaches over and grabs you by the arm again. Now with more strength, pulling you away from Sylwanin. Pulling you away from what you considered your family. You try to scream, but it was impossible to get out of his grip. You watch as neytiri tries to keep up with the group, shouting your name. "Y/N!!! NOOOO, COME BACK!!!" shouts neytiri, while you can only watch as she gets smaller the farther away you get.

present time*

Jake didn't know how to act, and what to do. He felt like he was in trouble, but at the same time he was not. You two were there just looking at each other, the looks on your faces were calm and nostalgic. There was no hate or anger…it was as if you had been waiting for this moment for years. You dared to take the first step, approaching quickly, hugging neytiri tightly. Your head resting on her lower belly. As tears began to flow from your eyes. You were afraid she would pull away and reject you. But your heart calmed down when you felt hands on your back, and felt someone slide off. Neytiri had lowered herself to your level, so she could hug you better. Wrapping her long arms around your body. "I've missed you…Y/N" neytiri says, pulling away a little. You can see how she has tears in her eyes. You wipe some of them away. "Me too" you speak, neytiri takes your hands.

Both smiling softly, while just letting time pass. Until jake makes a noise with his throat. both of you look at him and laugh. "I think I have a lot to ask," says Jake. And yes, he had a lot of questions, but you guys weren't going to let him worry. Just at that moment it had started to rain, there was a beautiful sun and a soft, cool rain. Everything looked like new changes… The three of you decided to be in a more comfortable area. Up a tree, not far from the laboratory. The three of you had sat down, while neytiri and you explained everything to jake. Even you were able to talk about the terrifying things he had experienced in the RDA all those years ago.

Time had passed, and the evening was showing. Jake can see you take a few glances at the view of the sunset. "Too bad…it's dark already," you complain, the night idicating that you had to go back to the lab. "We can meet again tomorrow, right?" asks Jake, looking at Neytiri. With very big eyes, you look at her too. This made neytiri a little nervous, having two people she cared about looking at her straight on. And waiting for her response, as if it was a law. "Well…I don't see why, besides…" neytiri pauses, moving closer to your side. "Y/N and I have a lot to talk about, how about tomorrow you go to the clan" neytiri says. You are a little surprised, but lower your face in embarrassment.

After all that had happened, they might hate you. They would still accept you?, you were afraid. "I'm not sure…I" you are interrupted, by neytiri. "I'm sure our parents would be happy to see you," says Neytiri. You swear you almost cry, hearing that they still considered you as a daughter. You agree. After a couple of minutes, Jake leaves you at the entrance of the lab. And neytiri says goodbye to you, anxious that it's already the next day. "See you later…ok" says jake, giving you a quick kiss on the crown of your head. Running back to his ikran, jake needed to drop his avatar off somewhere safe.

You watch as they walk away, if you hear a celebratory shout from neytiri. You enter the lab, with a big smile on your face. This was like a dream… you couldn't believe it.

On the other hand, Neytiri and Jake arrived at the big tree. Jake was getting down from his ikran, when he felt how neytiri hugged him, and then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek of his face. "Thank you…" says the woman, jake shakes his head to the side. Laughing a little. "Why?" asks jake. Neytiri pulls away, and nudges him a little playfully. "For helping me find her," she says. Walking away from jake, to go rest. She was looking forward to the other day. She wanted to spend the whole day with you, to go back to the way she was before. And you were the same, but even more anxious, you hadn't left the connection machine, waiting for Jake to open the lid. The strange noise of the machine alarmed you, and you see how a hand lifts the machine. "H-hello" jake was just sitting up, when he feels you hug him. "Thank you!!!" you say almost shouting. " I know…she's just as excited too" jake says.

"Jake…you don't understand, this is so important to me, I'm looking forward to seeing my family" you are on the point of crying. Jake tries to calm you down. You had to, because Grace was already noticing, if not already did. She had stayed close and could hear everything. Something in her chest tightened. She felt happy but afraid at the same time, this could be dangerous for both of them. But she couldn't deny that seeing you this happy was what she wanted. Grace was like a mother to you, your happiness was also hers. She comes out from the other room, watching as you turn and get up from your chair and run to her. Jumping up and down and telling her everything that had happened. That same night, grace approached jake, still very tired jake. Touching his shoulder. "Please don't do anything stupid with those two girls…just, take care of them" says grace, pulling away from jake. She had to rest, she sensed something big was going to happen. "Don't worry, I'll take care of them," says Jake. Hearing a small laugh from grace, "Thank you" says grace, leaving jake alone in the room.

The morning came quickly, and you hadn't slept at all. Only about 2 hours, you were so anxious. You had already picked up jake, telling him to join his avatar as quickly as possible. The plan was for Jake to come get you in his ikran, and that you were all going to meet near the big tree. Jake still had a slice of bread in his mouth, when you help him into the machine. "Wait!!!" jake complains, but laughing at the same time. "Come on!!! You're taking too long!!!" you hit the buttons as fast as you can. "I'll be here in about 30 minutes, wait for me outside" jake speaks, as the door to the machine closes. You quickly, go get your oxygen mask, and a small bag you put on your hip. Grace just looked at you with a warm smile, while Norm was complaining. Saying how bad this could be. And he was partially right, this reunion could go wrong.

You come out of the lab, sitting on the same rock as the day before, waiting for Jake. You were getting anxious, because the minutes were passing and nothing. But you calm down when you hear the ikran's scream, and see him approaching. Landing nearby, only for you to approach carefully. "Come… hurry up, neytiri is super anxious" says jake, offering his hand, for you to come up with him. You get a little scared, because of the ikran. But you climb in front of him and jake wraps one of his hands around your waist. "Ready?" jake asks, noticing the big smile on your face.

The ride was scary and yet so slow at the same time. You wanted to get there already, you wanted to know how everyone was doing. What things had changed? Everything was still the same. You had so many questions. But you were interrupted by the sudden change of light when Jake started to descend, seeing a Neytiri in the distance. Greeting you and giving some jumping up and down in joy. "Y/N!!!" says neytiri, running towards the ikran, helping you down from it. " I'm glad you're home, ma y/n. Come!!!" neytiri is so excited that she almost forgets that you that you were not her own size. You stumble into a large branch, feeling jake hold you by the forearm. "Hey…watch out," says jake, watching as neytiri turns and apologizes to you, giggling. They both had big smiles on their faces, it was beautiful. They seemed genuinely happy, and something in him felt satisfied. That he had managed to get the two of them together.

The closer they got to the big tree, the more nervous you got. You could see some na'vi watching you with fear and curiosity. Some of them did not even remember your presence, you were strange to them. But they could not say anything, since neytiri had you close to her. "Are you sure they will accept me?" you ask, waiting for an answer from neytiri. "Sure…I know they will" says neytiri, she kept walking. Leading you to where her parents were. Neytiri had informed them that she had found you. Her parents' reaction was one of happiness but also concern, what if you came with bad intentions. Mo'at had to make sure that you were still… you.

You can see Mo'at and Neytiri's father. You were getting even more nervous, looking back to see jake. Making sure he was still there, if anything happened you knew Jake would protect you. The three of you arrive in front of the leaders, and you can already feel their eyes on you.

"Mother… here is Y/N" neytiri pushes you forward a little. The whole clan is around you, making you more nervous. Mo'at approaches you carefully, keeping eye contact with you. Lowering herself to your level, to be very close to you. She observes how you have changed, you are big and your appearance is not the same. Moving her hand to your chest, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. She breathed a few words, which you understood very well. It was a prayer to eywa, asking for wisdom and understanding of the unknown. Meanwhile neytiri was next to jake, waiting for her mother's approval, for her it was important for her mother to accept you back into the clan.

Mo'at opens her eyes, and can see that you are still looking at her with great concern. She moves her hand from your chest to the side of your skull. As a smile spreads across her face. "Oh my child…how we have missed you" says mo'at, as she wraps you in a big hug. "One of our own has returned home" shouts neytiri's father. Also happy for your return. Mo'at pulls away, leaving neytiri now to be the one to hug. "Eywa has answered me…our sister is pure of heart, as she has always been" shouts mo'at, as shouts of celebration are heard high up in the great tree. The clan was filled with joy and celebration. Jake still couldn't understand how you were part of the clan, you were supposed to go through a whole process to be part of it. But he could see how some na'vi came to greet you and welcome you. As if your presence was something normal for them.

It was decided that your arrival would be celebrated that night, after all this was a cause for celebration for the whole clan. Of course, some were still suspicious of your presence as tsu'tey, but that did not matter to you. You were so happy, you had to catch up with neytiri. And so you did, you spent the whole day together.

Neytiri forced you to change your clothes, and adjust one of hers, just for you. "Ney I think this…" you laugh, while the top didn't want to adjust. "Let me help you" neytiri laughs. Coming closer to you, and helping you. Admiring you for a moment, this seemed so unreal. Neytiri could hate all humans, but you. You and she had a different connection. She loved you and she felt you loved her back. "That's it!!! Now you do look beautiful" says neytiri, watching you try to cover yourself up. "Jake look!!!" shouts neytiri, inviting jake to join you. The poor man had stayed behind you, it seemed like he didn't exist between the two of you. "Doesn't she look beautiful?" asks neytiri. Watching as jake's ears perk up as well as his tail, from excitement. "Y-yes…pretty" says jake trying not to look at you too much. "Don't look at me!!!" you moan, it was the first time jake had seen you naked like that. Of course, neytiri didn't understand what was going on between you and just laughed.

The day went on as normal, neytiri and you continued to do your thing, while jake followed and tried to join in. You included him, but sometimes forgot about him. The night came quickly, and the celebration began. Everyone was dancing, singing, eating. And they were eating a very special game, neytiri's father himself had hunted for you. Everyone was happy, even grace and norm had joined in. Already consumed by alcohol, saying stupid things. While you were sitting on a log watching how cozy everything felt, like it used to. It finally felt like home. You watch as neytiri is dancing with jake, flirting and having a good time. You had a soft smile on your face, until neytiri makes eye contact with you. Causing you to blush a little, changing your gaze.

You hear her approach, and she plops down next to you. You knew she'd had a bit to drink, so it was all laughs for her. "Do you want to dance, with me?" neytiri speaks, silly in her movements. "I don't think so…I'm fine here" you speak, still a little shy. "If you want you can dance with jake, he would like that" neytiri says as she laughs. You look at her for a moment, you knew the tone she was talking in. "If you want we can both dance with him…share him" says neytiri, saying the last word more slowly. Waiting for a response from you, you stare at her for a moment. Bursting out laughing with her. "Well… if you insist, but first I want to dance with you" you get up from the floor and take her hand to take neytiri with you. After dancing with her, after a while Jake joined you.

After the party, Neytiri insisted that you sleep over with her. No one could stop them, they both wanted to be together all the time. And no one refused the request. So now you were both lying in neytiri's hammock, laughing and talking about anything. "Excuse me ladies…" speaks Jake, from his hammock. You both look at him at the same time. "Hope you get some rest" jake says, listening as you two also wish him goodnight, but quickly ignore him to keep talking. Jake chuckles to himself, and settles down to sleep. After all he needed to rest, soon it would be his initiation ceremony into the clan, so he had to be in perfect condition.

"When will be jake's ceremony?" you ask neytiri, she was next to you. "In the next few days, you will be there, right?" asks neytiri. You settle more on top of her, looking warmer. The nights could be cold in Pandora, colder than usual. "I'll try to be there…but I don't know" you say, shifting your gaze a little. There is a silence between the two of you, until Neytiri laughs to herself. "What do you think?" you speak. "After the ceremony…Jake will be able to choose a partner, a partner who is from the clan," says Neytiri. "Are you thinking of proposing?" you joke a little, but you see that neytiri falls down. "I thought about proposing but for both of us…" says neytiri, looking down to see you. "Both of us, us sharing Jake?" you think for a moment. You had so many doubts.

"I think we have to ask jake first" you speak, hearing neytiri laugh. " Don't worry, I'm going to make him" neytiri says joking with you. "You know… I'm glad we're back together" you hug neytiri. "Yes, I hope we will never be separated again, never again" neytiri hugs you tighter. And the idea of you and her and Jake being a couple, she was excited. She was already planning everything, she already had more or less an idea.

(I'm going to try to summarize the battle part as much as I can, because it doesn't go very much with the plot of the story)

But neytiri wished these moments had lasted longer. After jake's initiation ceremony. She kept her word, neytiri took jake to the spirit tree, declaring herself and also declaring your feelings for him. Telling him the plan that you and she had, trios were a normal thing between them. Jake didn't hesitate to accept, it was a shame that you weren't there with them to join them in eywa's eyes. Neytiri wished you would stay, but the chaos that was going on in the lab was different. The RDA had already sent their warnings, and grace was trying to calm the waters, but all to no avail. The next morning the chaos broke out, and harmony was exhausted.

After jake told the truth, and everything that was going on. There was a moment of doubt towards you, on neytiri's part. You hadn't had a chance to talk to her. To tell her that you didn't know anything about it. Jake and the team, including you, were able to escape from the RDA and do something for the Omaticaya clan. It was not after jake became toruk makto, that you were able to see neytiri.

The humans who were in favor of the na'vi, and the omaticaya had to unite to save pandora. So you were finally able to meet with her. Jake explained to Neytiri that you had nothing to do with this…you were so innocent about it. Neytiri knew that you were not capable of betraying her like that, neither her nor the clan. The fight was tough, and left many fallen in battle. But it was worth it… now they were free. At least for a while, everyone knew it wasn't over.

(end of summary <3)

After the first battle, and the humans went back to earth. That was when neytiri felt some stability again. Things were slowly calming down. She just needed something… and it was you. She needed you to accept to be in her family…she needed you to be her partner. Both hers and Jake's. But she didn't know how to do it, she was already by jake's side. But she was noticing since the humans left, you were distancing yourself from her. Keeping your distance and this did not please her. She could understand that you were analyzing everything that had happened, you had lost grace, all the chaos of the RDA. But now…now she could be a little happy.

"Today is your transfer ceremony…I will ask Y/N, do you think she will accept?" neytiri asks jake. "Didn't she already accept?" jake laughs a little. consoling neytiri. "Yes…but now it would be formal. You and I are already bonded…it would be our turn to bond with her. That makes me nervous" neytiri brings her hand to her chest, and tries to reassure herself. "Everything will be fine." jake also has his doubts. A human being paired with two na'vi, that's strange. Even for him. Sure, he wants you to accept his proposal, both he and neytiri want the same. But what will it be like, what will the others think. How this was going to work.

Jake's ceremony went perfectly. Jake left his human body, to now be a permanent part of his na'vi body. And of course, everyone was there to see this happen. You were right next to Jake's human body and Neytiri next to his avatar. "See you later" you say to Jake, watching as he smiles at you and closes his eyes. You couldn't help but feel a little sad, you had gotten used to seeing this jake, human jake. But you also knew it was the best thing for him…now he would be better off. He would have a better life. You could see jake's last sigh leave his body, and watch as all the attention turned to his avatar. Picking yourself up off the ground, and walking away a bit. You settle into a corner of the group that was helping Jake welcome his new body. You felt like you didn't belong there… you were no longer important. Or so you thought…

After a while, the ceremony was winding down, and everything began to get quieter. Less people, more privacy. Jake still felt a little strange, but it was great. Neytiri was by his side, happy but with her head busy. She was looking for you, but couldn't find you. You were supposed to be by her side, but out of nowhere you disappeared. "I don't see her…where is she?" says jake, looking around. "Y/N? I saw her walking towards the jungle, I guess she's heading to the lab" says norm and max. Jake and neytiri give each other a look, before getting up from the ground and going to look for you.

On the other hand, you were steps away from the lab. Thinking to yourself, well this was the end of it. After all, it's all calmed down. It didn't happen what you expected, but at least they are… a noise interrupts you. You hear voices calling your name. You turn to see two large silhouettes approaching. "Y/N wait!!!" says neytiri. Approaching you, you smile a little. "Why are you gone?" asks jake approaching you. Both na'vi kneel down to your level, so they can talk to you better. "Well…just, I thought it would be better if I walked away." You speak, watching as neytiri's gaze falls. "Why would you think that…we don't want you to walk away" the woman says somewhat agitated. "I…I don't want to" you start to speak, but neytiri interrupts.

"We had already talked about this…and maybe you thought it was a joke. But, what about us. I thought we were going to be a couple…the two of us, jake and…" neytiri pauses for a moment. "Were you really talking?" you ask, as your eyes widen. Jake laughs, and moves closer to you. Taking your hands, he also takes neytiri's hands. Just for the three of you to be together. "Since you are part of the clan…and I am aware that there are other couples that would be better than us, but…would you like to be our mate?" asks jake, neytiri looks at him for a moment, only to stare at you.

You didn't know what to answer. Never in a million years, you thought you would be in this position, you were well aware that you were a human, and no na'vi could find you attractive. Even when you began to have feelings for Jake, you found it hard to think that his na'vi side would find you attractive. But neytiri…like her who hated humans so much. "You don't want to be with us?" neytiri breaks the silence, you had been silent in thought for a few minutes. "It's not that…but it scares me a little" you speak. Watching as neytiri moves closer to you. "Afraid…you shouldn't be afraid of us" says neytiri. "We will never hurt you," says Jake. Joining neytiri.

"And if you start to hate me…and get tired of me" you begin to stutter a little. "Y/N…we want you to be our mate, and it's because we both love you. We want to have a family with you, please" jake speaks, now he was holding your hands tighter. You look at both of them for a moment, smiling at them and shaking your head. "Yes…I accept" you speak, neytiri comes over to hug you and pull you to her. She was so excited. She tries to find some space so she can give you a kiss, but she stopped for a moment. "How? Ahhh?" she sounded a little confused. That damn glass you had on your face, it had never bothered her as much as it did now. Jake reaches over and gives you a kiss on the hundred. "I think if you hold your breath…" jake looks at you shaking his head to the side along with his little ears.

The three of you hadn't noticed, but you're so close together, so tight. You could barely see. Norm just happened to be arriving at the lab, coming upon the scene. He sensed something was up but decided to ask. "Is something going on or what's happening?" speaks Norm, from the distance. You both look at him at the same time, separating. Neytiri and Jake get up from the ground. "It's nothing…we were just looking for Y/N, we were just leaving right?" says jake, taking neytiri's hand. "Yes, we were just leaving" neytiri speaks. You feel jake tap you on your shoulder, offering you his hand. You make eye contact for a moment with neytiri and then with jake. You were aware that as soon as you took jake's hand. Your life as a regular human was going to end.

It wasn't like living in pandora was normal, but you knew you had to leave everything you knew so far. Accepting to be neytiri and jake's mate, implied living like them, living like na'vi. And you were willing to do it, holding tightly Jake's hand. "Norm… later I'm going to get more oxygen supply" you speak, leaving a confused norm. But he was going to be okay, eventually he was going to know what was going on. Neytiri approached the other side of Jake, taking his other free hand. This was going to be a great adventure for the three of them. And she couldn't wait for it to begin.

And it didn't take long, weeks after the three of them settled into their new home. A nice hut up in the trees, perfect for a big family. Neytiri became pregnant with neteyam, this was just the beginning of your family's expansion. Soon after neteyam was born, grace's avatar body showed signs of pregnancy. And so kiri came into your family. Neteyam was a year old, and kiri was a couple of months old when your pregnancy came as a surprise to the entire clan. You were the only human who was able to become pregnant by a na'vi. Norm and Max came to the conclusion that as Jake's avatar, he had DNA in his system. There might have been a possibility. And that's how lo'ak came into your life. Your handsome prince, your precious angel. Even though all the children in the family were equal siblings and you were his parents regardless of who his mother was, you had a special attachment to lo'ak. You never thought you could get pregnant, so you cared for him a lot.

Present, location: Metcayina clan (read mama boy's "here")

You had been in the clan for a long time already, and after all the problems that had happened. Between being accepted into the clan, the problems between your children and their father and not to mention how insecure you had felt. The same doubts were beginning to consume you. The little akira was already quite big, so watching her run around the marui was your new activity. It had been 14 years since you had your last baby, so you felt like a first time mom.

"Tuk keeps insisting that she wants to make a new outfit for akira" says neytiri. She was sitting next to you, preparing the food. Her voice brought you back to reality. "Ah?" you speak, looking at neytiri, with a blank stare. "Ma y/n, is something wrong with you?" neytiri pauses, putting the knife aside. She had already spent so much with you, she could read you with her eyes closed. "No…I'm just a little tired. akira didn't sleep very well" you speak, Neytiri arranges your hair a little, she knew you weren't feeling well. "This fish is gigantic!!!" jake speaks as he enters the marui. "akira look who's here!!!" you speak, catching the little girl's attention. Who saw her father enter, and ran as fast as she could to greet him. Jake grabbed her with one hand and held her in his arms. Giving her many kisses on her cheeks. Neytiri laughs a little, and looks back at you.

After preparing the food, you had gone for a walk with tuk and the baby of the family. Leaving Neytiri and Jake alone. Neytiri thought this was the perfect time to talk to one of her partners. She was worried about you. "Do you think something is wrong with Y/N?" asks neytiri. "Well…I've seen her a little distant from us" said jake. Neytiri thinks a little, she wanted to do something to cheer you up. "How about we take a walk along the coast, she likes to do that since she came here and since akira was born, we haven't had a date" says jake. Watching neytiri get excited, she thought jake's idea was great. "Perfect, I'll tell neteyam and kiri to take care of the kids and we'll take a night for ourselves" speaks neytiri, excited.

That same night, Neteyam was left in charge of his younger siblings. Something that you doubt a little, because akira was still very small, but Neytiri manages to calm you down. She knows that you need your space and to clear your mind. The three of you leave the marui, taking the ilus to one of the nearest islands. Luckily for you, the island was lonely, and the marine life was so active.

Everything was so peaceful and calm. just what you needed, neytiri was in the water swimming while you and jake were on the sand watching her. "Hey!!! Come here" neytiri shouts, watching as you quickly get up and join her. Laughing as you feel the temperature difference in the water. Neytiri catches up to you, you quickly wrap your arms around her neck. You were both laughing, and swimming together. "Hey?" you speak, looking at neytiri. They were so close, one to the other. "I'm afraid we'll get separated…like we did before. That's why I'm like this," you speak. Neytiri just keeps silent, and comes closer to kiss you on the lips. ( Y/N is wearing "THIS" oxygen mask) "I think that after everything we have been through…nothing will separate us again" says neytiri.

"Hey…would you guys like me to join you?" jokes jake from the edge. He had already started to enter the water. Reaching out, he reached out for your hand so he could take it. Jake was big enough to be able to hold you both in the same embrace. Pulling them to his chest, he stretched up so he could kiss them both. "It's been a long time since we were like this…" jake speaks softly. Close to your ear, you were in between the two of them, both cuddling in the embrace. "Yeah…so that's how I got pregnant for the second time" you joke, hearing neytiri laugh. "well…I guess we could try again…don't you think" you feel jake's hand run up your thigh under the water, giving it a little squeeze.

"Hey…that's my thigh!!!" says neytiri, giggling. You had your legs around her waist, and were quite high up on the surface. "Here…here" you take jake's hand and guide it, feeling neytiri take your face in her hands and give you another kiss. As you feel jake's lips on your shoulder, closing your eyes.

What a fool you were, it had been so long, they had been through so much…and yet they had found each other.

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[chvoswxtch]

we got a problem

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: you discover a shocking revelation about who's behind the defenders of freedom.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of guns & violence

word count: 4k

a/n: this chapter is a little on the shorter side, but it does contain a huge bombshell. ;) as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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If someone had told you six months ago that you would be going shopping with Frank Castle, you would’ve done more than laugh maniacally; you would’ve recommended that they get a psychological evaluation. Hell, even seventy-two hours ago you wouldn’t have believed it. But here you were, in the women’s section, sifting through hangers and stacks of clothing with Frank following you closer than your own shadow, listening to his quiet grunts of irreverence and faint hums of approval when your fingers wandered over different items.

“I don’t get what the big deal is ‘bout this place. It’s just a store.”

All at once, your palm paused over a dark blue pair of jeans, and you looked up at Frank in a mock expression of horror while clutching your hand over your chest. 

“Target isn’t just a store, Frank. It’s a way of life. And we happen to be in a Super Target, which means not only do they have literally everything you could ever want, but there’s a built-in makeup store and a Starbucks.”

Frank rolled his eyes in exasperation and grumbled under his breath as he lifted the white grande cup up on cue, which looked comically tiny in his large hand, and brought it up to his lips to take a sip of the black coffee he had gotten.

“Yeah, don’t remind me I paid seven fuckin’ dollars for one goddamn cup of coffee.”

“Technically you paid eighteen because you were kind enough to buy my iced latte.”

“Is it even still a latte when you ask for fifteen extra fuckin’ shots of espresso?”

Narrowing your eyes slightly, you arched one of your brows and placed your hands on your hips while looking up at Frank. 

“I asked for two extra shots-��

“When it already came with four-“

“I don’t need to explain my caffeine intake to you. Now, if you’re finished with your interrogation, can you tell me how long we plan to be on the run for?”

A slight crease nestled between Frank’s brows while his features twisted into a look of incomprehension. Shoving one of his large hands into his jean pocket, he pursed his lips slightly in conjunction with shrugging his broad shoulders.

“However long it takes to figure out who’s behind this shit.”

“And…exactly how many outfits and tubes of toothpaste does that translate into?”

“Just get whatever ya want.”

Pinching at the bridge of your nose, you inhaled deeply and let out a slow breath before crossing your arms over your chest and staring up at Frank. 

“I don’t know how much you think journalists make, but I can’t exactly-“

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’m buyin’.”

Those words were certainly not what you were expecting to come from Frank’s mouth, and the shock was evident on your features. While you stared up at him, completely stunned, Frank gave a light shake of his head with a miniscule charming smile and took another sip of his coffee.

“You can’t use any of your credit cards. They could be trackin’ your bank accounts to figure out where you are.”

“I could pull out-“

“You use an ATM to get cash, they’ll know which one you pulled it from, and that gives ‘em a location. As far as they know, you’re dead somewhere. The longer they think that, the more time we got to figure this shit out.”

“Frank-“

“Just put the goddamn stuff in the cart, and finish your liquid heart attack. We got shit to do.”

Realizing that Frank was serious about his offer, a part of you felt guilty for all the items currently in your cart. You weren’t high maintenance by any means-okay maybe a little, but a girl has needs. You couldn’t get by with three shirts, two pairs of jeans, and a three in one bath product like Frank could. 

On the other hand, you were curious to see exactly how much you could get away with, and the urge to press his buttons was oh so tempting. A devious grin stretched slowly across your lips, and Frank narrowed his eyes at you in suspicion when he noticed the mischievous twinkle in your gaze.

“Well, if you insist.”

Dropping the jeans into the cart with a satisfied smirk, you pushed the cart over towards the makeup section in the middle of the store and could hear a disgruntled Frank muttering an ‘aw hell’ under his breath as he followed right behind you, much to your amusement, which caused laughter to bubble up from your chest. 

Shopping with Frank was your new favorite activity.

»»———　　———««

“How them sheets feel?”

A faint smirk curled at the edge of your mouth as you glanced at Frank over your shoulder from where you were laying on your stomach on one of the comfortable beds. He had managed to find a decent hotel outside the city, and got a room with two beds much to your disappointment, but anything was an upgrade compared to the seedy motel the two of you had camped out in the previous night.

“Like clouds.”

Frank raised one of his dark brows in silent amusement while looking over at you from his spot at the desk by the window. He let out a quiet grunt in response before his features morphed back in pure concentration while he averted his gaze back down to the gun he was currently cleaning. For a moment you completely forgot what you were doing and just watched him, completely mesmerized. His large hands moved methodically, but so fluidly as he cleaned each piece and re-assembled the weapon, like it was second nature and something he could probably do with ease in his sleep. The way his fingers were gliding over the pieces had your mind suddenly wandering to what else Frank’s hands might be good at. 

“Find anythin’ yet?”

Frank’s gruff voice tore you out of your impure thoughts, and your cheeks burned with heat realizing you had spent the past three minutes gawking at him. Clearing your throat, you turned your attention back to the documents in front of you, willing the black and white text to come back into focus as you found the paragraph you had left off on.

“Um…it seems like all the permits and the deed for the land are registered to a company called Fortis Allied. I can’t find a name attached to it, but all the paperwork is fairly recent. Everything looks like it was filed within the last year.”

“You say fortis? Like f-o-r-t-i-s?”

“Does that ring a bell for you?”

“It’s Latin.”

Scrunching up your brows, you turned your head to look at Frank again in a mixture of puzzlement and surprise.

“You know Latin?”

Frank had leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, his legs spread slightly making his lap look like an extremely comfortable and inviting seat. He held onto the handle of the gun in one hand and the rag he had been using to clean the pieces in the other, his dark brows knit as he stared over at you with his eyes squinted slightly in curiosity, like he was deep in thought about something.

“Marines’ got a motto, Semper Fidelis. It’s Latin, means always faithful. Navy’s got one kinda similar; Semper Fortis.”

Frank clicked his tongue against his cheek as he let out a dry and humorless scoff that only fueled your confusion further.

“And why is that funny?”

“Cause it means always courageous. And if these are the assholes we think they are, that’s pretty goddamn ironic.”

Staring down at the slew of papers spread on the bed in front before you, Frank’s Latin lesson presented more questions than it answered, and your lips pursed slightly.

“Defenders of Freedom and Courageous Allied. Their creativity is astounding.”

Frank snickered quietly behind you hearing the dry sarcasm seeping from your voice. Letting out a sigh of frustration, you reached for your phone that was charging on the nightstand. It had been dead for the past seventy-two hours, and as soon as it turned on, you had an overwhelming amount of missed calls and texts from people who thought you were either missing or dead, or both. About eighty percent of the missed calls and frantic voicemails were from Ellison, but to your surprise, there were quite a few missed calls and texts from Billy as well.

You had made sure to turn off your location so that your phone couldn’t be tracked, and Frank had been adamant about you shutting off your imessage. Deciding you had raised your boss’ blood pressure enough for three days, you sat up cross legged on the bed and grabbed one of the paper’s from the bed that had all the company’s information on it.

“I’m gonna call Ellison and see-”

“No.”

Looking over at Frank in surprise, you let out a quiet scoff of incredulity. 

“Frank, I have to tell him I’m alive. And he can help us-”

“The less people know you’re alive right now, the better. I told you, we can’t trust nobody right now.”

Dragging your palm down your face slowly in irritation, you shook your head in a show of defiance.

“I’m pretty sure my boss isn’t one of the people trying to kill me-”

“You don’t know that-”

“Yes Frank, I do. Ellison is practically the closest thing to family I have in this city, and considering that his best friend, and my mentor, was murdered by Wilson Fisk, I can say with absolute certainty that he is not involved in this shit.”

Frank’s hardened features softened slightly hearing the slight twinge of grief that resonated in your tone, and he was looking at you with those big brown puppy dog eyes of his that normally made your knees weak. But right now that infatuating sight was no match for the heaviness of guilt that filled your entire rib cage like raw cement every time you thought about Ben. 

You swallowed the pebble that threatened to swell into a boulder in your throat and stared down at your phone screen, your thumb hovering over Ellison’s contact.

“Fisk was never charged with murder.”

Frank’s voice sounded almost hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he should be saying that, but it was clear he was looking for an explanation behind your accusation, even though he wasn’t outright asking. It was almost eerie how he always seemed to know when to explicitly ask you something, and when to craft an open invitation to let you come to him.

“Ben was writing a story about him. He was going to expose him for who he really was. He got too close, and Fisk killed him for it. He broke into his home and strangled him to death, but he didn’t leave any fingerprints or evidence, and his hard drive was wiped clean. Ben’s d-his case is still considered an unsolved homicide.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Frank slowly stand up from the chair he was sitting in. He tentatively took a few steps towards you and sat down on the edge of the bed next to you, his eyes searching your avoidant gaze.

“What makes you so sure that’s what happened though?”

“Because I pushed him into doing the story.”

The way your voice slightly broke off towards the end of your sentence broke Frank’s heart. The remorse you felt was evident as it rose along your waterline.

“He didn’t wanna do the story. He told me to let it go, and I didn’t. If I had just left it alone-”

Frank wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer towards him, cradling your head against his chest as he held you close and kept his voice soft.

“Hey, hey…don’t do that. Don’t put that on yourself. Whatever happened, it ain��t your fault, you got that? Don’t take the blame for somethin’ that someone else did. He did the story cause he knew you were right, yeah? He believed in you, sweetheart. And that piece of shit Fisk is rottin’ in prison where he belongs, gettin’ exactly what he’s got comin’ to ‘em, trust me.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head as he slowly carded his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. 

“I just feel like it’s all my fault. Like I…I could’ve prevented it.”

For a moment Frank was silent. Eventually he let out a heavy exhale through his large nose and gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“I know.”

The deafted way he spoke those two words made it sound like Frank was telling you that he knew exactly what you were feeling, and an ominous thought crossed your mind as you found yourself wondering if he felt that way about his wife’s death. 

He let go of your head and reached into his pocket, pulling out the burner phone that he used. Frank handed the flip phone to you, and you lifted your head to stare up at him curiously. 

“Let ‘em know you’re alright, but make sure he knows it’s important no one else knows nothin’ ‘bout you, yeah?”

“You can trust him, Frank. He’ll help us.”

»»———　　———««

Forty five minutes later, you managed to calm an absolutely hysterical and pissed off Ellison, changed his mind about firing you once you were no longer considered missing/dead, and caught him up on everything that had happened since the night you were attacked three days ago. He agreed to help you and Frank do some digging into the company listed on the permits for the warehouse that burnt down, and in addition to emailing you everything he could find about the company, he also sent you copies of the reports on the two men that had attacked you.

“You were right.”

Frank’s head instantly snapped over in your direction, and his thick brows rose up his forehead slightly in bewilderment.

“‘Scuse me?”

“Cavella and Walker were in the Navy.”

Holding out your phone for Frank to see, you showed him the article you were currently reading on your phone that had a picture of the two men in their Naval uniform. Frank seemed to completely ignore your comment and was looking at you instead of the screen.

“You mind repeatin’ that?”

“I said Cav-”

“Nah, what you said before that ‘bout me bein’ right.”

As you caught the delighted smirk that tugged at the edge of Frank’s mouth, you rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head with a soft laugh, returning your attention to the article.

“Shut up, I tell you when you’re right.”

“Yeah, only after I gotta fix that bratty attitude of yours. The other ninety nine percent of the time, you gotta fight with me ‘bout every goddamn little thing.”

“Don’t be so fun to argue with, and I’ll stop.”

Lighty shrugging your shoulders with a faint mischievous grin on your lips, Frank shook his head and let out a dry scoff in response.

“Ya’know, you remind me of another hot-headed smartass I know.”

“Your other favorite person?”

“He’s the fuckin’ Devil, and a goddamn pain in my ass. Hell of a lawyer, though. You oughta think ‘bout switchin’ professions and arguin’ for a livin’. Think you could give even him a run for his money.”

For some reason that made you laugh loudly. The kind of carefree laugh where you throw your head back like a little kid, eyes crinkling, stomach aching with pure joy. Frank was the first person to make you laugh like that in a long time.

“I’m perfectly happy where I’m at. Besides, I’m pretty sure I would be disbarred within the first hour. I don’t think you’re allowed to tell the opposing court to go fuck themselves when they say something out of pocket.”

“Pretty sure you ain’t allowed to throw shit at ‘em either.”

Turning your head to glare playfully over at Frank, he returned it instantly with a challenging arch of his dark brow. You couldn’t fight the grin that slowly stretched across your lips seeing the faux serious look on his face.

“I threw a pillow at you.”

“Two pillows. Hard as hell, too.”

“I had no idea you were so sensitive.”

“I’m fuckin’ delicate, goddamn it.”

The mock expression of offense on Frank’s face coupled with the serious tone of his voice made you double over with laughter. He couldn’t seem to keep his composure either, and he began to laugh along with you. Shaking your head slowly, you waved your hand at him dismissively and turned your attention back to your phone.

“Okay, I’m trying to solve a case here. Stop distracting me. I have more than two pillows in my arsenal right now.”

“That a threat?”

“It’s a promise, Castle.”

“I had no idea you were so ruthless.”

Frank grumbled quietly under his breath as he looked through the stack of papers with the ghost of a smile on his lips while you softly laughed, his dark eyes scanning the pages for anything either of you might have missed. 

As you looked through the documents Ellison had emailed you about Fortis Allied, perplexity creased in the middle of your forehead the more you looked through each page.

“It’s not a real company.”

“What?”

“Fortis Allied. It’s…it’s like a shell company. It’s just a front. And it’s owned by…”

As you read the signature on one of the forms you were looking at, your confusion melted into an expression of cognizance. Enlarging the signature, you turned to show your screen to Frank, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he read the letters, before his face shifted into a look of indignation.

“Son of a bitch.”

Owned and operated by Nicolas Cavella.

Before either of you could say anything, Frank’s phone started to ring. He glanced down at and read the name flashing across the screen, giving you a quick glance before flipping it open to answer.

“Yeah?”

He stood up and walked over towards the window, leaning against the wall with his back to you. Curiosity got the better of you, and your eyes fixated on him as you watched him intently.

“Been takin’ care of somethin’. What do ya need?” His voice sounded a little rougher than usual, and you caught the way he tensed slightly and watched as his eyes flickered over at you over his shoulder. You arched one of your brows silently, as if asking him who he was talking to and what was going on.

“Yeah…I know. Cause I turned ‘em off. You know why, Bill. Yeah, she’s fine.”

Billy.

It abruptly dawned on you that you weren’t sure if Frank had told Billy what happened. He was technically supposed to be with Steven right now. Where did Billy think Frank was? What had Frank told him? Why wasn’t Frank letting him help?

In the midst of your chaotic inner monologue, Frank’s head dropped between his shoulders for a moment and he let out a heavy exhale before turning to stare over at you with an unreadable expression.

“She’s with me.”

The way Frank said that sent a shiver cascading down your spine, and the room suddenly felt twenty degrees hotter. You watched as he lightly clenched his jaw and nodded, as if Billy were in the room and not on the other end of the line.

“Be there in an hour.”

Without another word, Frank snapped his phone shut, and you watched him inquisitively.

“What was that about?”

“I gotta go check in with Bill. That trustfund asshole is throwin’ a fit ‘bout me not bein’ ‘round.”

While Frank started to gather his wallet and his gun, you quickly got down from the bed, feeling your pulse start to quicken at the thought of him leaving.

“Wait, I thought Steven didn’t want you around?”

“And I didn’t wanna be ‘round, but I guess you gettin’ kidnapped and two cops gettin’ shot spooked ‘em. I won’t be gone long.”

Before Frank could take another step, you grabbed your bag and started to gather up all the paperwork back into the folder.

“I’m coming.”

Frank paused while reaching for his black denim jacket. He let out a deep exhale as she shook his head and motioned towards the bed for you to sit.

“It ain’t safe for you to be in the city right now. Just stay here and I’ll be-”

“Frank, we already talked about this. I’m safer with you, okay?”

“It’s only an hour away-”

“I don’t care if it’s five minutes down the street, I don’t want to be without you.”

Alone. You had meant to say, ‘I don’t want to be alone’. But the words had already left your lips, and Frank was already staring at you with that one look in his eyes that you could never seem to decode. He didn’t hesitate like he did when you asked to come on the stakeout with him. He walked over towards the door of the hotel room and opened it, gesturing with his head for you to follow him, and before you knew it, the New York City skyline was coming into view.

»»———　　———««

When Frank pulled up to the Anvil office and put his truck in park, he turned his head to look at you with a somewhat stern gaze.

“Just stay in the truck, alright? Won’t be long.”

“Okay.”

For a minute, Frank’s thick brows knit together before they rose up his forehead an inch, like he was shocked you simply agreed instead of arguing with him about coming in. He eyed you warily for another moment before letting out a quiet grunt and getting out, closing the driver side door behind himself. While you watched him march up the front steps of Anvil, it was incredibly amusing to see how many people rushed to get out of his way. You weren’t sure if it was because they knew him and knew to stay out of his way, or if it was because of his physical stature and the permanent broody look etched onto his sharp features. Either way, you couldn’t help but laugh.

While you sat there in the truck looking through your phone, you noticed that there was a red notification dot lingering over your voice notes app. Clicking on the app curiously, you were met with an error message that read “Failed to capture full recording”. Immediately you were puzzled, and then you noticed that your last recording was over four hours. When you checked the date and saw it was from three days ago, a soft gasp left your lips.

You had never stopped the recording with Walker and Cavella.

Your phone must have just kept recording until it eventually died. With everything that had happened the past three days, you had almost forgotten about the recording entirely. Pressing the play button, you turned up the volume and listened to the playback.

The sound of glass shattering and bullets flying along with your own panicked scream had you wincing and pulling the phone away from your ear. The sounds of one of the most traumatic nights of your life had your stomach twisting into anxious knots, and you felt the phantom pain in your bandaged hand of glass slicing it open all over again. But just as you were about to turn it off, something caught your attention and made your ears perk up.

Rewinding the recording a few seconds, you pressed play again.

“Pr…we…ot…fuc…lem.”

The sound of bullets being fired in the background made it difficult to make out the words. You rewound it a few seconds and played it again, furrowing your brows as you listened intently.

“Pr…we..got..fuc…problem.”

After quickly downloading one of those music recording apps on your phone, you imported the clip from the voice memo and tried to figure out how to isolate the audio to where you could hear it better. As you pressed play this time and listened, you could hear Cavella’s frantic shouting clear as day, and his words made your blood run cold.

“Price, we got a fucking problem!”

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So I was browsing Tumblr since I like to do that sometimes, and bam! I got hit with a fic inspiration... Anyway here you go misfits! (This is set after the new hotel is built)

Girls' day feat. Angel Dust:

“Uh why the fuck is he here?”

Those words came out when the last of the invited arrived at Charlie’s little get-together. It was Angel Dust wearing a beautiful pink crop top and black shorts with sparkly neon pink heels as he grinned. “I was invited toots.”

“Ya got a problem with Angie?” Cherri growled at Vaggie, who lifted her hands in defense. “No, just thought he'd be with the guys..”

Angel Dust just laughed. “You're just jealous cause I can easily out girl ya toots.” He playfully sneered, fluffing up his sexy chest fluff.

Vaggie just growled a bit, though blinked as she heard the door only to see Charlie come back with the cutest looking outfit on, which was free flowing grey crop top with small sleeves that exposed her shoulders and a beautiful pair of casual jeans. Instantly she blushed a bit and looked away. “Ha, look at the blush on the fuckin’ munchkin!” Cherri chuckled, nudging her best friend Angel who joined in with a snicker. Even Niffty who sat on the couch couldn't help but giggle. “She looks like a lamp.”

Charlie pursed her lips clearly not liking the teasing. She flashed the others with her demonic red and white eyes to get them to stop. “Uh whoops, so uh what cha got in the box?” Angel laughed nervously.

“I'm glad you asked, since it's a girl's day I figured we could have a fun spa session!” The princess grinned, placing the box down and opening it.

Inside said box was a bunch of different skin care products, nail polish, scented body lotions, and much more. “I ain't one for just relaxin’ but Angie convinced me.” Cherri stated picking up one of the nail polish, a beautiful shimmering yellow like his eyes. Her face fell since it had only been several weeks since the battle with heaven.

“Seriously Cherri, ya needed it, besides we all miss our little snake.” Angel placed one of his arms around her. “Now let's see how this color looks on ya sugar tits.” He grinned trying to cheer up his best bud.

Vaggie smiled a bit. She knew the loss of Sir Pentious weighed on everyone. However, with the new hotel, it was a chance to move forward. She went over to the box and smirked. “He did like the smell of mint.” The angel held up some hand lotion to Cherri, who blinked.

“There wasn't a day where I didn't see that snake with either a cup of coffee or tea.” Angel mused as Cherri took the lotion with a nod. To her it felt weird, people actually being nice, to have had a man who complimented her mind instead of her hot as fuck body, and that kiss, fuck it had been kinda hot.

Cherri smirked a bit. “He was fun to pick on, the slimy shit.” She took off her gloves and casually applied the lotion. It really wasn't her style but she didn't mind it.

Charlie smiled a bit seeing how Cherri relaxed. She was hoping to recruit the bombardier but the woman had turned her down. “So Angel..” She smirked in a sing-song like tone. “I saw the eyes you were giving Husk. What's up with that?” She playfully poked the spider.

Angel blinked and cleared his throat. Even Cherri looked up at him and smirked evilly. “Don't you start too!” He groaned but blinked as Niffty giggled.

“I'm not one for the gay stuff, but I did notice ehehe. He always pours your drink first.” She smirked with her wide toothy grin. “I think that cat has grown soft.”

Angel blinked at Niffty, but then had a soft smile of his own. “During the before battle shit I wanted to stick by the guy and enjoy his drinks and company.” He admitted with a light blush.

“I saw you two flirtin’ durin’ the whole thing!” Cherri nudged with a grin.

Charlie squeed having the same look she had when Sir Pentious confessed his crush for Cherri to her. “I'm rooting for you Angel!”

Vaggie lightly punched his arm. “You got this.”

Angel just chuckled and hugged the girls. “Daww you ladies are makin’ me blush!” He grinned. “Now which of these would Kitty like?” He asked while releasing the girls so he could dig through the box.

Charlie smiled and picked out a gorgeous starry night nail polish. “This would look so good on you, Vaggie!” She grinned as Vaggie blinked. “Alright hon, go ahead.”

Angel chuckled seeing Charlie take out a nail care kit first. “Could you do my nails too blondie?” He asked “Sure!”

Cherri blinked being tugged on by Niffty who held up a very pretty perfume bottle. “Try this, it smells really nice!” The little maid grinned, spritzing some onto Cherri’s wrist. “Oh, it's kinda got a musky scent.” She mused as Niffty nodded. “It smells nice doesn't it?”

“Reminds me of the shit Pen would wear.” Angel replied with a smirk. “Where’d ya find that one Niff?”

“I got it from the store, I also sprayed every bottle so I could find the right one.” She snickered since she made the clerk really pissed that day.

“Ya turned the store into a mustard gas situation?!” Cherri smirked and ruffled Niffty’s hair. “Yer a fuckin’ freak, I like ya.”

Angel rolled his eyes but then looked at Vaggie and tilted his head. “Hey toots, why are ya sittin’ cross legged?” He asked with a playful smirk. “Are ya tryin’ to hide your tiny ass feet?”

Vaggie flipped him off. “I don't see you taking off your heels. So you don't get to say shit.” She retorted with a smug look.

Angel grumbled and flipped her off right back. He didn't exactly like his feet, hell when he did his pornos he begged Val to keep his sexy heels on mentioning that sick fucks would be extra horny for the mystery. Cherri looked over and got up. “Hey Angie?”

“Yeah?” Angel looked at Cherri. “Wanna try on these fuckin’ sexy ass heels?” She grinned showing Angel some beautiful black leather laced up heeled boots.

The spider demon's eyes lit up as he took the shoes. “Fucking hell Cherri Bomb, where did ya get these beauties?”

Vaggie blinked and tilted her head. “Those actually look nice…” She added seeing the beautiful pink trim along the top and sole. “I know right? Bought these bitches for Angie cause the fucker loves his sexy heels.” Cherri showed a wide grin as Angel chuckled.

Charlie giggled, seeing the heels. “What are you waiting for? Try them on Angel!” She playfully coaxed, having finished applying the nail polish to Vaggie's beautiful nails.

Angel blushed a bit however looked at the girls. “Turn around for a sec and I will.” He replied looking at his glittery heels.

Vaggie noticed his hesitation and sighed. She was going to regret this but took off her own heels to reveal cute little feet making Charlie squeak. “You want me to paint these too?” She asked as Vaggie nodded.

Angel blinked at the gesture, he then looked at Cherri who looked a bit surprised but smirked. “Don't worry Angie, I'll beat any dumbfuck who messes with ya.” The bombshell grinned patting her spider boi on the shoulder.

The pornstar gulped a bit but nodded as he started undoing the buckles of his beautiful sparkly boots. He gave Vaggie a small thankful nod as the latter smiled a bit. Soon his small cute spider-like clawed feet wiggled free, tipped with his pinkish white fur and small little claws. He looked over and spotted Charlie who had removed her own shoes revealing small red hooves. “Huh…” He smiled a bit, feeling a little less awkward thanks to the two girls.

“Here catch.” Vaggie tossed Angel some beautiful glittery neon pink nail polish. “Hey thanks Vags.” He smirked looking it over.

Cherri blinked but smirked a bit. These folks were alright in her book even if some were a stickler for the rules. “Here let me apply it.” She asked Angel who blinked. “Oh sure..”

Niffty easily grabbed one of Charlie’s hooves, making the princess yelp and started to look it over. “Ooo! Kinda like what Alastor has, except yours are smaller than his..” The maid giggled only to be accidentally kicked in the face when she touched a ticklish spot.

“Shit! Sorry Niff!” Charlie gasped, looking horrified. “Yay pain!” The maid cooed springing back up from the wall she had smacked into because of the power behind the kick. “Do it again!”

Cherri just laughed. “Damn, looks like the goody two shoes has some power. Ya practically punted the tiny bitch.” She smirked as Charlie groaned. “I didn't mean to!”

Vaggie had to shoo Niffty away to keep the maid from trying to get Charlie to kick her again. “Hey Niff, check this out, there's bleach in the next room!” Angel smirked as the maid instantly scurried off with a rabid expression and grin. “Thanks…” Charlie sighed in relief.

Angel winked at Vaggie as a ‘the favor has been repaid’ gesture. The angel smirked a bit and casually started to pamper those cute little hooves. “It's a spa day isn't it, you get some pampering too princesa.” (Princess)

Charlie blushed as Vaggie massaged the ankles. She then looked over at Angel who smirked playfully. “Aww ain't that cute, betcha two get into some fun kinky shit in the bedroom eh?” He teased as Charlie started to blush and sizzle. “I think they're those vanilla type fuckers. Looks like it anyway.” Cherri smirked as Vaggie grumbled trying to pay no mind to the teasing though her golden blush was starting to show again.

The more lewd duo laughed amused at the flustered couple's reaction, though Angel smirked a bit at his painted toe nails, he soon slipped on those beautiful boots looking more comfortable.

--

While everyone was chatting, Charlie got a phone call. “I'll be right back, babe.” She gave Vaggie a kiss on the cheek and left to take it.

Cherri and Angel smirked at Vaggie who gave a confused look. “What?”

“Hey feather duster, wanna spice yourself up for your girl?” Angel smirked holding up some lotions. “Don't cha wanna see yer blondie practically fuckin’ sizzlin’?” Cherri chimed in with a playful smirk. Niffty giggled seeing Vaggie squirm.

“I know what she likes, I don't need your help..” The angel turned away with a cute huff. Though the golden blush gave it away that she did want to.

Angel smirked and nodded at Cherri and Niffty. “This is gonna be fun.” The spider man took out a comb and some hair products. “W-wait!” Vaggie gulped while caught off guard.

After an hour Charlie came back into the room annoyed. “Husk says that my dad and Alastor are fighting again, and they nearly burned down the lobby with a cook off..” She groaned coming back into the room. “Huh?”

Cherri and Niffty blocked her view. “And done!” Angel grinned moving away. “Go ahead and let the blondie through.”

“Ehehehe, enjoy the treat princess.” Niffty bowed and scurried away.

Cherri gave a thumbs up and moved as Charlie looked very confused. “What are..” She couldn't finish her sentence as she then spotted Vaggie.

“Hi hon..” The angel blushed with her hair looking so fluffy and wavy now. There was even a braid that brought some of the bangs back to expose the soft features of Vaggie's face. Charlie just stared as the scent of both apples and lavender filled her nose. “Ha! She's speechless!” Cherri laughed and gave a thumbs up to Angel.

Angel chuckled but blinked, coming over to Charlie. “Uh hello? You there, blondie?” He poked her, and Charlie fell over red-faced. “Whoa!”

Cherri just burst out laughing as Vaggie ran over. “Ya made her a fuckin’ knock out Angie!”

“So… pwetty…” Charlie mumbled her eyes swirling with her tail out wagging. She looked like she was drunk. “Come on sweetie, let's get you off the floor..” Vaggie easily picked up Charlie who laid like a cute little snake, her face looking dopey and in love.

Vaggie looked at Angel who gave a smug look. She grumbled but fist bumped the spider twink who grinned at his work.

Though the rumbling of the hotel made this day come to an end as Lucifer was chasing Alastor who was laughing like a mad man, with Husk coming out and shaking his head, clearly not drunk enough for this shit.

(This all started because I saw Vaggie had tiny feet and remembered the fact Angel didn't like his own feet...)

[assortedseaglass]

Recollections - A Come Back To Me Story

[Masterlist]

Request:  I was thinking very generally and vaguely about either Billy and Ida or Bess and Tom, something about how the romance started? As in... How the soft feelings and affection built up during their teenage years, the pining, the mutual comfort from one another, just spending time together every day being friendly? Just... I want the sweet teenage romance fluff ya know? The deep friendship, the love that they have for one another when we meet them and how it started. @annoying-leftist-donkey

Billy Washington x Ida Súilleabháin (OFC)

Warnings: Language, underage drinking (very little), minor spoilers for Trigger Point and Come Back To Me

Word Count: 3.6K

Spring 2005

“Billy, love?”

In the flowerbed, a stag beetle made its slow way across the soil beneath the petunias. Billy watched it, bent over, hands on his scabbed and scrawny knees.

“Billy?”

The little boy stroked the iridescent blue of its back. Slowly, it raised its nobbled front legs and waved them in his direction. Billy smiled.

“Billy! Get your head out the flowers! Gwen’s calling you!” Val hurried beyond the front gate to next door’s driveway. A white van was parked across the entrance, and Billy watched as his mother picked up a cardboard box and hurried after into the house. He stood up, rubbed his mane of sandy hair and shuffled to the fence that separated his home from the old lady’s next door. Gwen, the old lady in question, was showing the white van men where to offload the boxes when she spotted Billy with his elbows on the fence.

“Alright Billy, love?”

“There was a beetle in the flowers.” His head lolled onto one arm. One of the white van men lifted a single mattress onto his shoulder and walked towards the door. The bulk of his tattooed arm flexed and, from the corner of his eye, Billy saw his older sister Lana grin. Eurgh.

“Well, my love, I’m sure it’ll be there in a little while. He’ll be happy in the shade.” Gwen dabbed at her forehead with a tissue and clapped her hands. “Now then. Could you pop this little box upstairs for me, Billy? In the old spare room?” Billy nodded and made his way around the fence. Gwen smiled down at him as his skinny arms wrapped around the cardboard.

“Is it books?” he grunted, lifted the box to rest on his chest. Gwen laughed.

“They are, yes.” She guided him into the dim hallway of the house. “You know my granddaughter has come to live with me? Well,” She continued when Billy nodded. “She’s been through ever such a tough time. Why don’t you say hello?” Billy stared at her a while, mouth slightly open as he pondered her request. What did you say to girls? He wasn’t sure he’d ever talked to the girls at school, not past “hello,” and “pass the football”. Again, he nodded slowly and ambled into the house. The man with the tattoos ruffled his hair as he squeezed past Billy on the staircase. He didn’t need directing; Billy always stayed in Gwen’s spare room when his parents went out and Lana was too stubborn to babysit.

The door was propped open by a suitcase. A raft of sunlight illuminated the floral curtains and the yellow paint of the walls shone marigold. When he’d first stayed here, Billy turned his nose up at the décor, but soon found comfort in Gwen’s plump bedding and lavender air freshener. He knocked the door with his trainer and entered. A little girl sat on the bed, hair fuzzy like an electrocuted cottonbud, her face solemn amongst the vibrancy of the room.

“Books.” Billy said matter-of-factly, pushing out his chest to indicate the box he held. The little girl pointed to the small bookshelf at the end of her bed. He left the box there and looked at the little girl. Her legs dangled over the side of the bed, swinging sadly. A few toys were scattered here and there; a stuffed bear, a doll with long legs and a loose tennis ball, yet it still didn’t look like a little girl’s room.

“Do you want me to help?”

The little girl looked up at him. Her eyes were puffy and Billy froze. Lana cried all the time. She screamed at mum and dad then cried in her room. Billy often took to standing by the doorway, watching her, just so she wasn’t alone. He didn’t know what else to do.

The girl shook her head. “That’s ok,” her voice was small. Billy swung his arms at his side then made for the door. “What’s your name?” she said suddenly.

 “Billy. Live next door.”

“Like Billy Bunter.”

“Who?” He watched as she hopped from the bed and rounded past him to open the box of books. She rooted around before pulling out a worn hardback. She handed it to Billy. He cringed a little at the feel of its dusty cover. Old things made him feel funny. He looked at the title. Billy Bunter of Greyfriars School.

“It was my dad’s.”

“Right,”

“Have it if you want,”

“I only read comics,”

“Well, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Oh, erm, ok.” He dashed out of the door. Halfway down the stairs, he turned and made his way back to the old spare room. “What’s your name?”

The little girl was on her knees, placing the books on the shelf.

“Ida.”

Autumn 2013

Ida didn’t want to sit on the wet swings. She’d forced Billy to take off his red cape, and was arranging it on the seat to protect her bottom. The boy in question was already swinging on the seat next to her, scuppering his shoes as they scraped along the ground.

“Why can’t you use your cape?”

“Because mine is satin, and yours is an old curtain.” Ida sat down and kicked off the ground, giggling a little at the way her cape flutter around her. “Do I look like a real superhero?”

Billy scoffed. “Don’t remember Loki giggling on the kid’s swings.”

“And I don’t remember Thor having matchsticks arms.”

“Fuck off,” Billy flicked his long fringe from his face and smiled. As his feet swept the ground, Ida swung higher and higher. Each time she flew past him, she stuck her head backwards so that she was completely straight, looking at him upside down. She’d made their costumes herself. Billy’s armour was made from cut up bin lids spray painted silver. Ida’s was a six quid leather jumpsuit from Primark. He’d met her at the door of Gwen’s with a litre bottle of cider hidden behind his back, and when she’d opened the door, a wave of cold fear washed over him. She looked…different.

“You’ll freeze in that bloody outfit,” Gwen was hurrying Ida from the house. “Back by midnight please.” Ida rolled her eyes as she walked to Billy. They knocked on a few houses, accepting sweets from those who remembered it was Halloween, then meandered towards Cranstead Fields’ play park at the back of the houses. The bottle was half drunk, the hum of the alcohol staving off the cold. A group of boys skirted the park, each dressed in a cotton skeleton onesie. One lifted his mask and shouted at Billy.

“Shown her your hammer yet?” The others guffawed.

Billy lobbed a boiled sweet from his trick or treat bag at him. “Fuck off!”

“Billy!” Ida stopped her swinging and bumped into Billy. He shot her a dirty look as the boys ran away, their taunting cackles echoing in the damp night. Neither spoke for a while. Moths skittered under the lampposts. Orange light dappled in the rain-soaked ground and the first of the season’s fireworks dotted the skyline over the bustling city. A fox called. “Did something happen, Bills?”

He knew what she was getting at. Things hadn’t been good at home for a while. Lana was overseas, and Val and Jeff were worried. Billy made his mum a cup of tea each day before he went to school. She was sleeping in a little later these days, despondent and distant. Jeff was the opposite, falling asleep in front of Match of the Day, clutching a beer and the picture of them all at Lana’s trooping out. Things went from manageable to volatile when Billy’s GCSE results came through. In truth, he was proud of himself. He’d scraped the grades he needed to do his A levels; physical education, English, design tech. He’d had extra tuition for maths and Ida made books so exciting that he’d surprised everyone with his B in English. But everything else was…average. Less than.

What have you been doing all year?

With everything going on already Billy! Really?

Your mum’s nerves are already shattered without having to worry about you!

 For God’s sake Billy, grow up.

Your sister’s off getting shot at and you can’t even pass a few exams?

“Dad. Had a few too many. ‘S’all.”

Ida nodded sadly. He wasn’t looking at her, but at the moths in the lamplight. “Do you want to stay at ours tonight? You know Gran won’t mind,”

Billy flicked his fringe away and sniffed. “Yeah. Yeah, go on.” He grabbed the chain of Ida’s swing and pulled her towards him. “You’re all I’ve got left now,”

“Don’t be dramatic-”

“It’s true,” he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and passed her the cider. “You and Lana are the only ones that get me. And Lana hasn’t been the same since training. All righteous and-” He waved his hand in the air, as if grasping for a word.

“Stuck up?” Ida offered. Billy clicked his fingers.

“Stuck up.”

The clack of heels along the park path made them both look up. Immediately, Billy let go of the chain holding Ida next to him, and she swung sadly back into place. Three girls, Ida suspected from the university, were tottering through the park dressed as nurses. Nurses in fishnets with skirts round their arses.

“I mean, what the fuck is that meant to be?” Ida muttered. “Zombie nurses?” Billy didn’t reply. Ida looked at him. He was sat upright, shoulders back, ruffling his hair to give it a devil-may-care look he could never achieve.

“They wouldn’t look at you twice,”

“Doesn’t stop me looking at them.”

Spring 2017

She hadn’t been clubbing since first year. A round of vodka and cokes cost the same as a week’s rent in London, and the clubs on the outskirts of the city picked up the dregs. The dealers offering heroine instead of cocaine. Students from the city, not the international students funded by their parents. Disenfranchised locals. Ida and some other girls from her English Literature course found an old bar that some of the post-grads frequented, styled like on old speakeasy with dim lighting for dancing. It was the place that academics went to get pissed and shag, in the guise of research meetings and networking. But, for tonight, for Billy, she made an exception.

The Warehouse. The place for sticky floors and red strobe lights. Asking the guys behind the bar for “whatever’s cheapest”. For slagging off the world and screaming into the void. Something Just Like This was pounding over the speakers, and Billy’s head was lolling onto his chest as he danced, sweat dripping from the tendrils of his hair. His eyes were half-lidded, lost in the music or the alcohol or the day, but it was time to get him home. Ida tugged at his arm. She tugged at his arm again. Billy looked at her as though awakening from sleep. As though he had forgotten she was there.

“Can we go now?” Ida shouted over the music. Someone bumped into her back and sugary liquid splattered down her arm.

“What?” he shouted in her ear? He smelt of fresh sweat and Lynx.

“Can we go home now?” Billy didn’t reply for a moment and kept dancing to the music as he looked at her. Ida tugged his arm and stomped her foot.

“Alright,” he smiled a little, grabbed her hand and pushed through the crowd. The cold spring air outside The Warehouse hit Billy like a punch to the gut and he doubled over with a grunt.

“You gonna be sick?” Ida was tying up her hair and rubbing sweat from the back of her neck.

“Nah,” Billy stood upright, regaining his balance as he burped. Ida made a face. “I told you I wouldn’t drink much.”

I’m not looking after you tonight if you go drinking like a twat

When Ida raised her eyebrows, Billy alternated putting his finger on his nose while walking toward her. He only stumbled a little.

“Alright,” Ida wrapped one arm around Billy’s neck and together they began the walk home. “You’ve proved your point.”  

The night was quiet, as were they. In the twelve years since Ida moved next door, she’d developed a language with Billy that didn’t always need a voice, just the warmth of someone being there when others weren’t. There were alone, together. Ida was mulling over this melancholy comfort when she realised Billy wasn’t next to her. Panic flared in her vodka-fogged brain, but when she turned around, it dissolved into sadness. A few metres away, sat on the pavement’s edge, Billy had his head in his hands. He was shaking.

The stone was cold when she sat down and put her arm around Billy. At once he fell sideways, curling into her lap. A car sped past, tyres hissing on the wet road. He didn’t even flinch.

“Three times,” he whispered.

“I know,”

“Three times. I don’t get what’s wrong with me.”

Ida stroked his hair. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“I mean,” he sat up, his voice bolder. “You’ve seen some of the guys that Lana was in Afghanistan with! John’s a tough guy but he hasn’t got more than two braincells. How the fuck can he diffuse bombs?”

“Maybe that’s why he diffuses bombs-”

“What is so wrong with me that I can’t even get into the fucking army? Passed the physical every time and I’m not mental. I don’t fucking fit in anywhere. Not the army, not at home-” Ida let him rant. There was no use in arguing with him. Billy was so mardy these days. Everything made him angry. He’d probably snap at her if she flashed her tits at him. Ida blushed. Where the fuck did that thought come from? She reached around her neck and unclasped the necklace there. She draped it over Billy’s head.

“What you doing?”

“Giving you a present,”

Billy looked down at the pendant dangling at the end of the chain. Very faintly he could make out a woman draped in robes. “Who is it?”

“Saint Dymphna. Gran gave it to me after mum and dad-you know-” Ida trailed off. “Anyway, I want you to have it now.”

“Cheers,” he was still looking at it as he rubbed his nose and brushed the tear tracks on his cheeks.

“She looks after people when they’re sad. I’m glad you’re not going, Billy.” Ida’s heart leapt into her throat when he looked at her, a mixture of anger and curiosity swimming in his teary eyes. “It means you’re not leaving me behind.”

Billy’s mouth twitched in a sad smile. Then it broadened mischievously. He leant backwards, arms reaching for something on the pavement. “I’m not sad.” Then he whacked her with a traffic cone.

“What the hell, Billy!?” Ida shrieked as he stood up and ran into the empty road. She grabbed the other and charged at him, its pointy end jabbing him in the ribs.

“Ow!” he said through laughter. “Tell you what, they should sign you up.” Whatever irascible flights of fancy took over Billy, mood swings or traffic cone-induced silliness, Ida was glad at least to see him smiling. Billy put the cone on his head and ran at her, bent over like a fluorescent rhinoceros and their laughter bounced off the sleeping houses. Somewhere along the walk, they found an abandoned shopping trolley and Billy pushed Ida in it the rest of the way home. He tipped her out unceremoniously outside her house and left it on the pavement. Over the fences of their two houses, they waved goodnight.

“It’ll be better in the morning, Billy, promise.” She stuck her little finger over the fence. He lopped it with his in non-committal.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, unlocked the door, and disappeared inside.

Winter 2018

“It’s very romantic, isn’t it?” Val was refolding clothes as Billy put them in his suitcase.

“Mum, please.” He snatched a jumper from her hands and put it back atop his pile of clothes. “You know she’s wanted to go for ages. It’s her twenty first, the tickets were cheap and it means I can get a rest from you lot.”

“Don’t think you’ll be getting much rest, Bills.” Lana winked over her cup of tea.

“Fuck off,” Billy launched a balled-up pair of socks at her. Some of her tea spilled onto the carpet and Val tutted. Lana was already laughing her way down the hallway.

It wasn’t the first time the conversation had replayed in his mind over the last few days. Billy saved up to buy a bottle of champagne on the Eurostar. The steward poured their drinks and smiled sweetly at Ida.

“He’s a keeper.”

Billy coughed and his neck went bright red. Ida spluttered, “It’s my twenty-first-” The steward, not seeming to have heard, finished pouring the champagne and left the carriage.

Once they had checked into the small Montmartre hotel, they’d walked across the city in search of food. Or rather, drink. Winter in Paris was achingly cold, especially at night, and the pair of them were wrapped up to there ears in woollens. Ida was insistent that they sit outside, “like in the films”.  She sank a bottle of red all to herself and Billy had a cold glass of beer. He watched as she chatted excitedly about her plans for the trip, the museums and bookshops she longed to see. Her cheeks had turned the same colour as her red scarf, the warm glow of the wine and the candle on the table painting her the exact colour of comfort. Billy forgot he was cold. They walked along the Seine after, Ida leaning on him as her tipsy feet wobbled on the cobbles. They passed numerous couples, old and young, French and foreign. The black water of the Seine began to glitter with light. The Eiffel Tower sparkled across the water and a distant clapping carried towards them. A man was on one knee below the tower, another man jumping up and down with excitement.

“Lovely!” Ida was such a sweet drunk. “Cliché, but lovely.”

The last time Billy remembered the conversation with his sister and mother happened at the Musée d’Orsay, and if the universe was trying to hint at something, it wasn’t being subtle. He’d lost her. She’d wandered off in a world of her own, reading every label and taking in every painting. When he found her, he simultaneously felt like his dick was going to burst through his trousers and shrivel up inside his body. With her back to him, Ida was looking at a painting of a woman’s fanny, full in the face. He grabbed her shoulder.

“It’s amazing isn’t it? L’Origine du Monde-”

“I’ve been looking for you,” Billy pulled her away, glancing over his shoulder for one last look at the painting. A security guard caught his eye and winked. Billy’s head snapped forward so quickly he heard it crack.

Summer 2022

There was no shade. Heat was radiating off the pavement, and Ida could feel the hot stone through the soles of her shoes. She looked at her phone.

On my way x

He’d sent it forty minutes ago. “Come the fuck on, Billy.” Her bag was full to bursting and the books that didn’t fit were cradled in her arms. A few of the undergraduate students passed by, waving goodbye as they hopped onto the university bus. Her PhD teaching still had a long way to go, but at least the students liked to learn. The bus departed the stop and as she watched it go, the barking honk of a car horn almost made her drop her books.

Without her noticing, Billy had pulled up in his battered old Vauxhall. He was laughing at her through the dusty window, his lopsided smile full of mirth. He leant over and opened the door for her.

“Sorry I’m late,” he swatted some rubbish off the passenger seat as Ida slumped into it, kicking aside an empty crisp packet to make way for her bag.

“Mean machine’s seen better days,”

Notes: Billy and Ida, my sweet summer children. If you’ve read Come Back To Me, you know that this story ends where that begins.

I like to think that 16 year old Billy would have gone through the emo curtain hair phase of 2010-2014, hence the Thor look. LOL. You know I like my research! Halloween of 2013 was a week before Thor 2 hit cinemas, and Something Just Like This was UK’s number one dance song in 2017.

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Sendo Takeshi x fem! reader - massage

You peeled off your clothes and watched Sendo's naked form sink into the bathtub. You made your way to the bathtub getting behind him. Being a built man, he takes up most of the space so your chest was pressed against his back.

Gently moving back your hands started working their magic on his shoulders and back. You started to massage every sore spot on Sendo's back as he closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. His hands gently rested on your thighs.

As the tension from his muscles were waning, his head tilted back and he groaned. A few minutes of hearing his groans made your mind wander..

Your hands moved from his back to wrap around his torso, moving downwards feeling his pecs and abs. Sendo inhaled sharply one of your hands descended further, and gripped his large hard cock.

"Darlin' you don't have t'.." his gaze carefully followed your hand pumping his cock at a leisurely pace. "Fuck babe," he moaned pushing his hips upwards. The grip on your thighs tightening as you increased the pace.

His breath quickened, "Fuck 'm close babe." As you teased the head, Sendo shut his eyes tights and let out a guttural groan. Cum shot out of his cock and into your hand and the bathtub.

Slowly his breath steadied, "That felt good." Grinning you embraced his midsection and put your head on his shoulder, "I'm glad. You looked real tired today. The least I could do for my hardworking man."

Sendo sighed happily putting one hand on yours. The other hand was lifted up to his mouth giving it a kiss. "Yea? Imma make y'feel real good too. So don't bother wearin' yer clothes."

You shivered in anticipation.

.

After the bath you both dried up with towels and went into the bedroom.

"Lie down," Sendo commanded you before crawling on top of your soft body all splayed out perfectly for him. He took a moment to take in the sight before kissing you and grabbing your ass. You both engaged in passionate kisses as your hands rested on his chest.

Kissing down your neck, he makes work of your breasts. Sendo massages and plays with your nipples, the way you do with yourself. He tweaks your nipples earning your sweet moans and squirms.

"Tha' feel good baby? My sweet girl likes her nipples played with hm?" he asked despite very well knowing the effect he was having on you. Arching your back to make him continue, "Y-yes Sendo. Please I need more."

Sendo kisses down your body as you shudder at the feeling. His arms hook underneath your legs as he hoists them up with his body. Your legs now parted, are over his shoulders.

"Gotta taste ya," he whispers while gripping your hips and pulling your wet pussy closer. He parts your lips and kisses your clit. Your legs quivered around his head with every stroke of his tongue caress your sensitive clit.

Letting out every moan, you began rocking your hips, "Yes right there!" Sendo groaned in response, the vibrations of his voice shooting up your spine, making you shiver.

Your thighs clench around his head as a familiar pressure built up. "I'm- I'm!" Before you could finish, you were cumming, legs shaking and quivering around his head.

Sendo made work of your clit gently prolonging your orgasm. As he felt your body relax he gently placed your legs back down.

Looking at your red face he commented, "We gotta do this massage shi' more often."

your masseuse,

admin sar

[howlingday]

I looked into the Cinder posts that nerdlydelicious did and the Cindere one reminded me of Clay Puppington’s breakdown in Sacrifice. Can you do that please?

Cinder: You know? The pain? Or being you? Day in, day out, being there with that FACE. Not knowing what to say. Not even caring anymore. Never truly caring about him until it's already too late. Forgetting about all of those desperate years you spent alone! Your barren years when no man would even consider resting your head on their "tired" and quaking shoulders, all the while you're stinking of last night's meal ticket. Why even wash yourself anymore?

Cinder: And then when you finally do get your hands on one of them- DA-DA-DA-DA! all gussied up to look as the grand trophy to commemorate your nothing life, you try to keep it, not out of a need to care for it, but to hoard it away from the other wolves and jackals circling your territory! And that's when you realize that maybe they were right all along! That you're not good enough! That maybe life really is the survival of the fittest, and that you really were what they said you were; weak and passive! Ultimately broken by the ones meant to feed off you! Broken by the truly fittest! And to compensate that weakness, you built up a poison! A poison that kills others around you! Even the ones you love...

Cinder: And the only real justice in this world is to let those dominant predators feed on you! Survive off you!

Goodwitch: (Dabbing head with a cloth)

Cinder: Need a wipe, teach?

Goodwitch: (Reels)

Cinder: Oh, c'mon, Prof! (Holds up kerchief) It's nice and warm~.

Ozpin: Miss Fall, I believe Professor Goodwitch has had enough.

Cinder: Oh, really? Well, maybe I believe you should shut up and whip your dusty, old coc- (Shoved into the table) Ooh! The long arm of Atlas law! Hahaha!

Goodwitch: Winter, don't!

Cinder: Yeah, Winter! Listen to the groomer! (Lifted off the table) Hahahaha!

Ozpin: (Walks out)

Cinder: Uh-oh~! Uh-oh~! Guess you should go, too, Red! Let the big girls settle this.

Ruby: How would you like one right between the eyes, you bitch?

Cinder: (Pops off marker, Circles big dot) Here ya go~! I'm waiting~! ...I'm waiting~! (Goodwitch, Winter, and Ruby leave) HA! I knew it! I should've known better that the only real woman here is me!

Cinder: (Turns away, Looks in the mirror) It's... It's only me...

[suginami-division]

A knock is heard on the door of the Umemoto residence. Opening the door reveals Kaoru Shinozaki and Kanra Akemi, the latter holding quite a few boxes in her arms. 

“Happy Birthday Ryuko!” Kaoru greeted giving the animator a two-finger salute. 

"Ryuko-san! Happy Birthday!" Kanra loudly cheered, lifting her arms and showing Ryuko the multiple boxes they had brought with them.

Walking inside Kanra gently placed the boxes on the kitchen counter. Turing around Kanra walked over to Ryuko and gave him a giant hug lifting him off the ground a few inches. Ryuko couldn't help but wheeze as he felt his spine cracking in several places. 

“Kanra! Put him down! He can't afford the medical bills if you break his spine.” Kaoru scolded. 

“Oops! Sorry!” Kanra apologized and put the animator down. 

“Alright Kanra why don't you get set up what you brought and I’ll give Ryuko his gifts.” Kaoru reminded the pink haired girl.

“Kay,” Kanra replied, picking up a few of the boxes leaving only the gifts behind, and walking into Ryuko’s kitchen. 

“Alright, Ryuko Kanra’s got something planned for ya but first gifts!” Kaoru cackled picking up the biggest of the gifts and placing the box in Ryuko’s hands.

Opening the gift reveals a brand-new coffee machine. One that looked particularly fancy to Ryuko considering the touch screen it had on it. 

“Hope you can put it to good use. Your current one looks like it's about to die.” Kaoru eyed the current machine in Ryuko’s kitchen. Looking at it like it had offended her. Picking up the next Kaoru passed it to Ryuko.

Opening the gift reveals a brand new drawing tablet and matching stylus. 

“Ta-da! Built by yours truly and is infinitely times better than anything out on the market right now. I included a few features such as a 3D hologram mode which allows you to view your art in a 3D hologram. Heck, I even made it so that you can draw on the hologram.” Kaoru finished with a huge grin on her face as she explained her work.

“I have one more gift for you. It's not really physical tho.” Kaoru told Ryuko, pulling out her phone and typing on it for a second. 

Hearing his phone ping Ryuko pulled it out of his pocket and his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull when he saw a notification that said someone had just deposited 10,000$ dollars directly into his bank account. Ryuko quicked turned his gaze back to Kaoru and saw that she had an amused look on her face. 

“Just a little something from me Ryuko. Use it for a vacation it looks like you really need one. I hear Disneyland Tokyo is pretty good this time of year.” Kaoru winked. “Also, Ryuko I’m sure you have some experience with this considering your last…job but don't ask where the money came from… plausible deniability ya know?” Kaoru smiled giving Ryuko’s shoulder a quick pat.

“I'm done!” Kanra shouted from the kitchen.

“Oh good Kanra made you something. She thinks you eat too many frozen meals to be healthy.”  Kaoru responded pushing Ryuko toward his kitchen.

Walking into his tiny kitchen Ryuko was surprised to see both his counters and table covered in all sorts of homemade traditional foods. Ryuko’s stomach growled as he saw all the dishes in front of him. It all smelled good to him. 

What had caught his eye though was the cake in the middle of the table. It was white and with eastern golden dragons wrapped around the sides. 

“Kanra how much food did you make?” Kaoru wondered seeing that Kanra had basically taken over the tiny kitchen with how many premade dishes she had brought with her.

“Just the normal amount of food I usually make plus extra for leftovers for Ryuko-san. Why? Did I go overboard?”  Kanra questioned taking out another dish from the boxes she had brought.

“Kanra this enough to feed a small army.” Kaoru sighed, turning her head to look at Ryuko. “Oi! Ryuko call the rest of your team. Your gonna need all the help you can to eat all of this food. Even then I think there's gonna be food leftover.”

“H-Huh? Oh, it’s you guys thank you-Ah, you’re coming in?”

Ryuko seemed taken aback by the sudden surprise. As the two walked into his small apartment, the man could only shrug and close the door behind them and follow the two inside. His path was quickly interrupted by Kanra turning around from the stack of boxes she had brought in to give him a hug. Well, her way of hugging.

The poor man was unable to utter a word as he felt several things in his body get crushed (something might have snapped too). Thankfully, Kaoru was there to mediate not without punching him down verbally by insulting his income.

“F-Fuck both of you…” Ryuko rasps out as soon as he falls to his knees in the middle of his hallway. It wasn’t without him recovering quickly, coughing out his lungs from the deprivation of air he had experienced. “Those other gifts better not be some sort of weapon to torture me.”

Sitting down with Kaoru, Ryuko figured he might as well entertain these two intruders in his home. They were after all, meaning well by giving him a lot of birthday gifts… And with how Ryuko was doing, he wasn’t one to turn down free stuff, especially on his birthday. Opening the first one, he was surprised to see a new coffee machine. Sleek, modern and a touch screen? This was a lifesaver for him, with his old one beginning to break down. Kaoru of course had no hesitation to point that out, with Ryuko could only respond with a glare at the hacker.

With the next gift, Ryuko was surprised to receive such a futuristic tablet and pen. Being used to using an ordinary drawing tablet or even screens like at his work, a hologram feature in a tablet was really something else. “Fuck, Shuu was right when saying you go all out with these tech gifts. But, you gotta show me how the hologram shit works Kaoru. I’m not that familiar with this type of tech.”

“Wait, that’s not all?” Ryuko responded when Kaoru decided to add in one more detail. As the ping rang on his cracked phone rang out, his jaw just dropped at what appeared across his screen. Completely speechless, all Ryuko could do was nod at Kaoru’s request to not ask where the money came from.

At this point of their visit, Ryuko could hardly make any snappy remarks at Kaoru’s comments about his living style. Pushing the now dumbstruck animator into the kitchen, he was only able to continue to stare at the array of food Kanra had managed to set out for him. All their banter faded into the background as his brain tried to catch up with what was happening. He was only snapped out of his revere when Kaoru shouted out at him to call his team, which he dumbly nodded in acknowledgement, before walking out of the kitchen in a daze.

Ring… Ring… Click!

“Ryu-chan! Hey, hey! What’s up?” Shuu’s cheerful voice responded once Ryuko had managed to dial his number.

“Shuu…”

“Huh? Ryuko, what’s wrong?” Shuu’s tone quickly grew concerned when Ryuko answered in such an odd way. “Did something happen?”

“N-No nothing bad. Just…” Ryuko started to process everything and rubbed his eyes, feeling odd. “The Edogawa team girls, minus the scary leader came over and they made food.”

“Oh! Kao-chan and Kan-chan? Aww! That sounds nice!”

“Yeah, there’s too much so could you call Maki and get over here? We’re going to need help.”

“Oki-doki!” The detective chirps. “But hey, are you okay? You sound a bit… Sniffly?”

“Shit, sorry.” Ryuko coughs, “You know how Kanra is. I think something went out of place… I’ll probably need Maki’s help to fix whatever it is.”

“...Really?” an unconvinced voice responds.

“Really. Now quit fucking stalling and get over here. I'm fucking starving and I don't wanna wait forever for both of your asses.”

“Hehe, okay! I’ll be there in 10!” And with a click, Shuu had hung up, no doubt doing just as Ryuko had requested.

Now left with a more clear head, Ryuko took a deep breath. This was a lot for him, for these team members to do so much for him, despite being rivals. It was going to take awhile for him to process the thoughts and feelings he was experiencing but for now…

“Fuck it, I’ll enjoy myself a bit!”

[aberrant-webnovel]

Aberrant - Prologue

Content Warning: Gore, horror themes, profanity

Chapter 0.1 - Vault Breakers

Finally, a welcome silence. The only thing other than stillness was the sound of a few of us trying to steady our heavy breathing.

I gripped my weapon. It's a bulky mass of metal and it weighs about 15lbs. But damn does this gun let loose a hell of a bulletstorm.

The Mk.6 Caliburn. One of the finest pieces of engineering from the Crytin Domain. Those guys hiding up in the ice aren't much for fighting, but they put together the best equipment a Breaker could ask for.

I've been stuck in this deployment for way damn too long, but what I found is probably going to buy me a few years of lodging and food in a pretty good district back home. I just gotta keep myself alive for long enough to cash in my haul.

"Gajjet, you got enough mags readied for the last push?"

"Yeah, Sarge, I've got enough. You got enough steam to push passed the Abbies?"

My team's boss called out to me to make sure I was good to go. He's a hell of a leader, especially when we're pushed up against a wall like this.

"Yeah, G. I'll charge through and make sure to open those door for the rest of ya. Y'all ain't getting out of here if I don't, right?"

He really was the best damn guy we could have with us right now. The only thing standing the between us and safety is a hoard of those aberrations and a blast door. There's no working power in this area so the blast door's are magnetically sealed.

Sarge is a bit of a specialist with Vault breaking and use of raw power. He's 6'6", weighs 240lbs., and he's built of some the thickest muscle you can find on an augmented human. When most of them tend to be outfitted with gear to compensate for what they were missing physically and mentally, Sarge took a different approach.

This hulk in front of me once said, "If I train to get strong enough to fight them things with my own two hands, then imagine how strong I can get with some tech giving me a boost on top of it."

When he finally got that tech, it was pricey enough to win him an election through bribes alone. But he wanted to achieve a goal. Something he had to do on the frontlines and fighting tooth and nail.

This guy now has plating under his skin strong enough to prevent those things from biting into him and arms loaded with enough hydraulic power to lift a tank.

"Hey, are you sure we can't take another 20 or 30…? I can barely keep my legs steady. I damn near collapsed before we got inside here."

Carlyle was always a bit weaker than the rest of us, but he was damn resourceful. Smart-ass, but resourceful. This was his first time going so deep into a Vault, though. Scouts usually stay back and let Runner's handle the dirty work.

"Shit, C, you only gotta run one last time. You telling me you wanna sit in here for 30 fuckin' minutes before you get to taste what it's like to actually conquer a fuckin' Vault!?"

"Fucking…. Yeah, you've got a point. I'm gonna have to actually give it everything I've got in this one, yeah?"

Carlyle pushed himself up off of the ground and started to stretch his tired limbs. He was young, maybe early twenties. Good-looking guy. Not qutie as handsome as my Gage, but he'll catch the eyes of a few ladies when he makes it back from this. Especially with the stories we can recount loudly at the bar.

"Hey, G, does the girl seem to be able to make it? I can't carry her out during this. It's on you and C to get her out."

"She ain't said a word. I'll get her out of her on my back if I gotta, though. She's definitely getting back to the city."

"Check her over and make sure she's good enough to move. We've got about five minutes til they start to pick up our scent."

Against the metal wall of this torn up science outpost, I looked at the girl we found on this job. She was damn catatonic at this point. I couldn't possibly think of what happened to her in this place all alone.

I reached out to her to move the cloak up that she wore. She was still naked underneath, but that wasn't what I cared about. All the bruising and lacerations on her body were looking terrible. She was hurt in so many ways, bound and cut somehow by someone or something.

"Hey we're about to get going again. Sarge can't carry you, so can you stand at all? I'll move you if I gotta, but I'm only barely bigger than you."

Yeah, she really only was a bit smaller than me. I'm a woman and not very tall of one. Only about 5'5". I work out plenty and train my body, so I can't be called weak by any means.

This girl before me was only maybe an inch or two shorter. She seemed like maybe only 19 or 20 years old. She seemed really healthy as far as her body went other than her wounds. I don't really have too much of a chance to fight if I carry her out. It's going to take both arms to haul her and so I can't shoot at all during that.

"…."

She looked at me blankly. Not a single though seemed to be fully processing up there. Maybe after we got her out of here, gave her a bath and a meal, then she'd be more able to talk or something.

At least, I hope so.

"Sarge, she's as good as she's gonna get. How about we start running and shooting? About time I got home to see my kids. They're gonna give their papa a really hard time if I don't get back to yell at 'em."

"Haha! You're right. Gage can't handle everything that you do for him. Luckily Marcia is still back at home. She'll have been making sure things are fine with your man and your babies. Now, get this girly on your back and get ready. When I rip open the doors here, we ain't stopping til we're home free."

Chapter 0.2 - Home Stretch

Bullet casing were leaping through the air, clanging down onto the rocky surface at Carlyle's feet. Blood splattering as each casing displaced bits of the puddle pooling there. Carlyle never stopped shooting.

I gave him my gun to use for this last push. He didn't have much firepower with the lighter weapons he carried. Being our scout, he never really needed something like my gun weighing him down. But at a time like this, the best option was the biggest gun he could use.

Carlyle couldn't carry this girl fast enough to have made it to the blast door with us. Only I could do this since Sarge had to fight off aberrations with his fists and then use his hands to pry open the door. It's up to Carlyle to hold the line when we're breaching.

He stood behind Sarge while the hulking man tried prying open the blast doors. His massive, augmented arms weren't only given the gift of strength, but also a specialized device that could disable magnetic shielding.

The blast doors were typiclaly held together by such a powerful magnetic force that opening them was impossible without first disabling it. With the control panels all shut down in this vault, there wasn't a way to open there doors. At least, not without Sarge's special arms.

Slowly the 1-ton doors were squeaking and spreading apart. Gajjet was running in place anxiously as the doors opened. She lookecd back for a moment. The sound of bullet firing had stopped, the clicking the the firing mechanism had not.

Blood. A fountian of crimson and entrails flowing out from what what left of Carlyle. His torso had been shredded apart from his ribs up. The arms were barely still hanging out by tendons, but his grip on his rifle's trigger wasn't letting up. Despite no rounds being present in the gun, the mechanism kept trying to shoot.

I opened my eyes wide and took in the sight before me. Ignoring the gore of my friend, I stared at the aberration before me. A creature with a worm-like body, but an eagle's face. Two long arms protruding from under its neck with spindly limbs, stretching out, one elbow joint, and stick-like finger all with a large talon at the end. The body has dozens of rows of smaller taloned feet.

The eagle face twisted and looked at me upside down, then rights its position and stares at the girl on my back. A screech. A terrifying, blood chilling sound that sent my mind into a dark place. I couldn't move. I imagined this beast tearing me limb from limb. I watched it lower its body and start the crawl across the ground at an incredible speed.

Why am I frozen? I want to run and shout for Sarge to save me. I want him to have that door open. Then we can both go. I'll take the girl. I'll be the one to tell Carlyle's parents about him. I just want to move. I want to run. I can't…. I can't.

I can't move my legs. I can't speak. I can't turn to look behind me. I just watch this creature slithered closer and closer. It's only a few feet away.

It lunges. It's a foot away. I feel my body freeze to receive the attack. I move.

My body is being pulled. I don't understand anything about it. As I fly backwards, I see a large arm. Muscular. Dark. A little hairy. Bits of metal breaking through the skin that I could see. Sarge.

"Get going! You got this!"

I flew through the air. I felt control come back in this moment. I turned my body. I knew the girl was on my back. I can't land on her.

It stings. My face scraped across the concrete below me. My chest was pressed tightly against it. I involutnarily took in a deep breath. This almost hurt just as bad as the landing.

Was I paralyzed? Was it fear? Was it a spell? I couldn't figure it out. I lifted my body with girl still clinging to my back. She seemed to at least know to hold tight.

"Shit, Sarge, thanks. Save my ass. Let's get going."

I didn't hear a response. I didn't really hear anything. After standing up, leaving the girl sitting next to me, I turned my head around. I just see the magnetically shut blast doors. Sarge wasn't with me.

Chapter 0.3 - Soft

A wall of black. Conrete with paint as dark as we could find or manufacture. On the wall are indentations, names. Carved into the wall, painted in with white.

Yorrick "Sarge" Bartman, Sargeant of the Vault Breaker Corp.

I stared at those words. I couldn't stop recalling those final memories of the event back then.

I pounded my fists against that blast door.

I screamed.

I cried.

Blood was splashing against my face, staining my eyes. It ran down my arms.

How long did I scream and cry and hit and bleed….?

How long was that girl holding me back? With all the faulting strength in that feeble self?

Until I stopped hitting the door, she wrapped her arms around me and tried to pull me back. I wasn't sane. She seemed to react to that.

Her hand now was resting on my shoulder. It was a soft and white hand. Skin that seemed to never grow old. I looked at my hands and saw the wrinkles beginning to form.

That's right. All this happened thirty years ago, didn't it? I've become much older. Never really lost my edge. Only actually got better at what I did. Breaking into Vaults and recovering crazy tech from ages lost. I killed aberrations left and right with the best of the best gear.

I missed that rifle I had back then, though. I thought about going to get it sometime, but got cold feet about what I would see if I ever breached those doors again.

I looked up from that soft hand at the face of the girl. A soft smile. Everything about her was soft. Her emerald green eyes. The hair on her head was a soft, pale blonde. Almost white, really. Platinum? Maybe that's the right word for it.

Her lips were thin. Like she'd been sick and never got better. But the warmth and life that radiated from her contradicted that feeling entirely.

I never learned her name. She never could tell me. Not a word ever escaped those pale lips. Nothing ever was told to me about her. But she showed me.

She showed me that she worried.

She showed me tears.

She showed me terror.

I took care of her for a long time when we got back to the Vault Breaker HQ. From the Vault we escaped, it was about two weeks of travel through the Desert Sector to get back to the Igneol Domain.

Provisions were all lost when we escaped the Vault. I had to fight and procure just enough to keep us alive for that time. Whenever I left to hunt, she'd be inconsolable. Once I returned, she'd hang onto me like a lost child. Or a puppy.

When we returned, she slept for three days in room. I stayed in Carlyle's room for that time. I wasn't able to go home until after she woke up and we could examine her.

I made sure to call Gage, though. He was worried sick. I didn't realize that we were in the vault for a nine days longer than what everyone thought. The trip back should have been only three days with the whole group. Maybe five days if Carlyle didn't make it. But it took Gajjet and this girl two weeks.

The contract detailed that it would take five days to enter, scout, and retrieve all valuables. It showed all signs of being a Class 3 Vault. That's why I went along. They needed one of the best fighters readily available to make sure they could survive the aberrations in a Class 3. Couldn't wait an extra month to call in an expert Runner. I wasn't an expert, but I knew all there was to know about Class 3's.

Shit wasn't actually a Class 3, though. I couldn't tell you what I'd classify it as. It was just Hell. Those things were stronger and stranger than anything that had been seen before. There were more of them than in any other Vault ever recorded.

The tech in there was beyond their wildest imaginations, too. Wires, tubing, blinking lights, pods filled with fluid and weird masses of flesh and gore floating and contorting within. It was in one of those pods that this girl was found.

After examinations, we learned that she possessed a mixed set of DNA. She was a human, but had the same structures found in various aberrations. Everything about her seemed human until we saw that.

There aren't any signs of her being a danger. She ate, slept, relived herself, and even ovulated. Over about a whole year study, they deemed that she was fine to live with me as her guardian.

I welcomed her into my home. Gage, my husband, did everything he could to prepare enough space for her. We had an extra room for when my mother came to visit, but she passed some time ago. We let her sleep there. Gage fixed it up and dusted it. It was a nice room.

My children were scared of her at first since she didn't speak. But after giving them some warm smiles and tender strokes of the hair, they warmed up to her.

Oh yeah, my kids were only six and four at the time. Harper, the elder sister, was protective and wanted to make sure was was seen as strong all the time. She took after me way too much. I always wished she would be a bit more calm like her father.

Her younger brother, Varun, was an interesting kid, though. He seemed fascinated with everything I brought home to add to my armory. I always made sure to bring it home, clean it, tinker, and tune before taking it back to HQ to have readied for my next deployment.

When his eyes locked onto whatever gun, blade, or armor piece I was working on, he'd sit and stare as I'd work with it. It seems like he'll be a fine man to join the Vault Breakers one day.

But as far as how my family felt about this girl I brought back, they treated her like she belonged very quickly. With time, she began to become more expressive. She'd showed emotions and react with various expressions to different events of conversations. She couldn't ever speak, though.

It wasn't for a lack of trying, though. My husband and I took time to arrange some lessons with a friends of ours. She taught at a school nearby and typically helped young children learn the basics of language and arithmetic.

The lessons never really took off though. Not to lack of effort, but the tutoring couldn't ever take off since she was physically unable to make sounds with her voice. It was like she didn't have one at all.

I took her to have some more exams performed with her consent and learned something that was missed initially. She didn't have properly formed vocal cords. The reason for this was unknown, but she didn't have the ability to produce sound the same way as use.

We eventually taught her a common form of sign language that we have here in the Igneol Domain. It's a bit different in other places, but, she was able to learn it fast and get along with others quickly.

I couldn't be happier if I'm being honest. I taught her many things about how to live in this place and what we all do to survive. I taught her to communicate with writing and signs. I taught her what it was to have a family. She became someone important to me and my family. It's a shame we could never learn more about her. But really, that wasn't important to us anymore.

[I still remember Sarge. So strong and big. I still remember your sadness. You're still sad, though. Right?]

"Yeah, Del. I don't think that's ever going to go away. He helped raise me into who I am. He introduced me to my husband. He named my son. He saved both of us with his last action that we could remember him by. Not being able to thank him for all of that is going to stay with me forever, I think."

[Then I am going to have to try extra hard to make things fun tonight!]

"Tonight? Oh shit, yeah… It's my birthday. Sixty-three…"

[And still beautiful.]

"You're a joker, you know that? You never age a day. Still as pretty as when I pulled you out of that Vault. What I'd give for that."

[STILL. PRETTY.]

"Okay! I get it. But one day, you're going to need to use those looks of yours, you know. Get you a partner. You're totally capable of loving someone and being loved, you know?"

[Hey, hey, hey! I get it! Stop it with that! I'll get to that when I'm good and ready!]

"Hah! At this rate, you'll be meeting someone at my funeral."

[No fair! I've had my eyes on certain man, actually. Maybe I'll have to bring him as a date to the funeral.]

"Oh-ho-ho! Getting cheeky now, ey? And who is this man? I haven't met him have I?"

Del. Delilah. I gave her that name shortly after we brought her into our home. My kids wouldn't put up with just calling her "auntie" the whole time. Delilah was my own aunt's name. She was a kind woman. Someone who cared for her family. Someone who would offer a shoulder to cry on. Someone who learned from everything around her. Delilah felt life the name that she should have. When I told her this, she cried. She hugged me and signed to me.

[I love it! I'm happy as Delilah!]

I carried on with teasing Delilah for some time. She wouldn't ever give me the name of that man. At least not til she was ready to ask him out. Then she needed all the advice she could get.

Over many years, I thought about the time we spent together. I risked my life for everything I beleived in. I wanted our society to flourish. And so I brought back a small piece of tech that did just that. The same time I brought back the girl that I'd give the name Delilah.

She was someone who cared for me. Someone who grew as a person and who would laugh and love with all of us as a family. She became a friend. And sister to me. And auntie to my children. She became a mother to her own. Delilah was someone who could live a full life filled with the warmth of those she loved. The same warmth and love she would give to us all. I love Delilah so much. I continued to love Delilah. For the rest of my life.

That life of mine was never dull since she appeared. Not ever. Not even til the day I died. She held my hand in hers. In her soft hands. With her soft smile. The first time I felt them, I was crying, screaming, and bleeding. Now, I'm still, calm, and happy. Happy that I died with this friend by my side.

[munsonboy]

(a lil sample of giant eddie! he somehow made it to Hawkins and now just hides out in the woods waiting for Y/n, his gf, to come visit him-….but something happens to her-…😏)

Eddie never imagined himself sitting here in the woods fifty times his normal height. It was like he was really living in a fantasy world.

Currently, he was waiting for his precious girl to come visit him, making Eddie smile wide just at the thought of how itty bitty she was compared to his giant size. She would always make an appoint to come see him, but today she was running a bit late and Eddie was getting worried.

Not only was Y/n late, but it was also eerily silent in the woods, which of course gave Eddie a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong.

And that’s when he heard it. A scream.

“Jesus H Christ!”, Eddie exclaimed in a whisper-yell, startled by the sound. He rested his ring covered hand over his thumping heart. Just as the silence was starting to fill the air again, another scream echoed throughout the woods. But this time, Eddie recognized the voice.

“Y/n! Baby are ya okay?!”, Eddie called out in a panicked tone as he stood up, knowing full well that was his little girlfriend’s voice.

“E-EDDIE! HELP!”

That was all it took for Eddie to go haywire.

He listened closely as he began walking in the direction of where Y/n had been yelling, now hearing her voice, but also a few others. This made Eddie walk faster, pushing the trees out of his way just to get to his little girlfriend faster.

He saw a field up ahead past the trees, his eyes locking onto a few people who looked as though they were pointing and laughing at someone. As Eddie came up to the clearing, he watched first to make sure that Y/n was there.

There was a group of girls surrounding someone who Eddie couldn’t really see all that well. But not only were they invading that someone’s personal bubble, the girls were all smacking around the poor person. Even if it wasn’t Y/n, Eddie was still going to help them!

He winced when one of the girls threw a punch at the person in the middle.

And that’s when he spotted his Y/n.

They were hitting her. And did she have a black eye?!

“HEY! LEAVE MY GIRL ALONE!”, Eddie exclaimed, watching as everyone flinched hard and spun around to face him. The looks on their faces were filled with horror as Eddie stood up to his immeasurable height, towering over them all. “I SAID LEAVE HER ALONE!”, Eddie screamed when all the girls hadn’t moved away from Y/n.

And when he took a step forward to walk out onto the field, all the girls started screaming and ran away as fast as they could, now only leaving Y/n alone with him.

“Oh-…Oh sweetheart-…”, Eddie began, unable to take his eyes off of Y/n, who was looking up at him with the saddest puppy dog eyes, holding out her arms as she did the grabby hands motion. She wanted to be picked up. “Come here, my little princess”, Eddie said softly, reaching both his hands out. He cupped them behind Y/n and easily lifted her up off the ground, gently pressing her to his chest to give her a makeshift hug.

“Th-They were saying h-horrible things about you, Eds. A-And when I confronted them about it, they-…th-they-…”, Y/n began, gesturing towards her now swollen and bruised eye. She couldn’t even speak as built up tears began running down her cheeks.

“Hey now, shh, shhh. It’s okay, sweetheart. You stood up for me?”, Eddie asked softly as he raised Y/n up to his face, his big brown eyes staring right at her. “Course I did! I-…I-I love you, Eddie”, Y/n said shyly, only getting the giant to awe and pull her close, lightly pressing her against his cheek.

“I love ya too, my sweet girl.”

@that-one-anime-writer I hope you like this!😂❤️

Been extremely obsessed with Giants completely going nuts and feral bc someone/something hurt their tiny. We need more of that…. Plz- I’ll do anything… it’s hot 😞

[metalbuckaroo]

I’d love to see dbf!Bucky where he discovers you have hidden piercings and tattoo(s). Once he sees them he freezes for a moment and then loses all control and goes feral.

Thanks to hormones I’m feeling frisky lol

-🐈‍⬛

Yes please, I need to go touch some grass. Also, when I see the word feral my brain goes straight to beefy!bucky, soooo

Beefy!dbf!Bucky smut below, 18 plus only, minors go away

Weeks of teasing that led absolutely nowhere, so far.

Weeks of filthy words being whispered to you when Bucky would be close enough, lingering touches and cocky smirks. All because of one incident where you said a few choice words that led to having his tongue in your mouth.

So, when the opportunity of Bucky helping you move into your own apartment due to your dad having to work, you were going to take your chances.

"This whole apartment is a safety hazard." He chuckled, trying to fix the garbage disposal. "It's a fixed upper and all I can afford." You huffed, tossing an empty box to the side. "Fixer upper is right. Isn't the landlord suppose to deal with this shit?" He said, sitting the tool in his metal hand down.

You leaned against the counter next to where he was and shrugged. "You look better doing it."

He lifted his head to look at you, lips parted as his gaze trailed up your legs, torso and to your face. "Gonna stand behind that? Got me alone now, ya know." He smirked, slowly moving to his feet, reminding you how much larger he was than you.

"Maybe that was the plan." You said, slipping by him towards the door that led to your room. A devilish smile tugging at your lips as you backed away from him, popping a few buttons of your blouse open.

Bucky was quick to follow, easily pulling his shirt off over his head and kicking the door shut behind him. "Your plan, huh? Ya know, I can't stand how mouthy you get sometimes, sweet girl." He hummed, closing the space between you; helping to guide your shirt down your arms and to the floor.

His lips caught yours in a sweet, slow kiss, your fingers tugging at his belt as his worked at the fastening of your bra to slip it off.

All movements stopped when his hands cupped your breasts, cool metal of his left sending a shiver through you as he pulled away and looked down. His eyes got darker when he caught sight of the barbells that went through your nipples and small flower tattoo that was between your breasts.

You waited for him to say something, or to at least move or breathe. "Oh, fuck." he growled, bending to grip the backs of your thighs and lift you to his waist; falling with you onto the mattress.

Your breathing hitched at the feral look in his eyes, Bucky silently reminding himself of how much stronger he was than you as he shoved your skirt up and ripped your underwear at the sides; eliciting an excited whimper from you.

He didn't bother to take his jeans completely off, the need to feel you around him overpowering as he buried himself in you in a fluid thrust.

"Shit, Bucky-" you hissed, from both the stretch he brought with him and the stretch in your muscles when he lifted your leg to his shoulder and leaned forward onto his palms. "Goddamn, you're tight." He grunted, slamming his hips into yours.

The angle made your brain fuzzy, his tip fucking into a sweet spot you hadn't known existed before that made you keen and dig your nails into the flesh of his ass.

The pressure in your lower belly built up quickly, his cock sliding against every sweet spot with each relentless thrust; feeling yourself already starting to clench down on him as he huffed out filthy praises and moans.

Bucky's hands moved to hold your sides, thumbs brushing over your nipples, finally looking up from the pierced buds to your pleasure ridden face; a shudder passing through him when your walls tightened around him even more.

"Fucking hell, sweet girl. Wanted me that bad?" He panted, only getting a whine in response when he angled his hips up to send you over the edge; a nearly silent cry of his name passing your lips as warmth took over.

Each thrusts into your cunt sent shocks of pleasure through him, letting your leg drop to his waist so he could bend his body over yours and grind into you. A low groan pulling from his throat and face scrunching up as he painted your walls with spurts of his hot release.

Blinking your eyes open, you rested your hands on his back as he kissed down your chest and took your nipple into his mouth. "Bucky, five minutes, please." You breathed out, every nerve ending still tingling.

He released it with an exaggerated pop and lifted his head to look at you with a mischievous smirk. "I'll be counting down the seconds."

[muffindaddystyles]

OMG I LOVE DOM H THATS INLY SOFT FOR HIS SUB BUT WHEN THEIR BRATTY HE GOES FULL DOM MODE

MELTS AND BOILS OUT OF HORNINESS

Y/N was more of cuddly and clingy tonight.

Wanting nothing but to hide herself in Harry’s chest pawing at his well-built hips with a huff through her nose to be more closer to him, all of it because of his sweet praising for her's while he took her pictures in his phone before leaving for this party he wanted her to be his date— maybe a simple companion she doesn’t know yet where they stand.

She looked too angelic in a baby pink satin slip dress for him not to smother her face in careful dotting kisses and grumbled in feign offend when she pushed him away with her small hand and giggled shyly.

“Y'gonna say no to daddy, Angel?” His daunting tut, blew her pupils into surprise and she rolled her eyes and went to swat his bicep, while her lower abdomen sparkled and tingled with excitement and delight. He likes to play all sweet and precious, but underneath that tentative and “’M putty in my Angels palm,” gooey exterior’s a wicked, mischievous little sneak and satan who likes to see her suffer, basking in the sputtery and fiddly reactions of hers.

Especially in public. Oh he loves it, when he’s intentionally grazing his warm lips against her earlobe to whisper how she’s so good for daddy, darting his tongue out to wet his lips and tease her. He liked taking her out on expensive fancy restaurants and be a filthy prat with his words without a shame making her knees knock into tables, gets her all warm and pink with his little plays like kissing her fingertips one by one and slipping them slowly into his mouth, kissing the dribbles of ice-cream from her chin and murmur hotly against her cupid bow, “Hmm. Your peach’s sweeter, moppet.” to feel her squeeze onto his hand that holds her all the time, always having a hand on the small of her back and raking it impossibly low only to get her all squirmy and bashful for him, barking out a laugh when she squeals for he slip it inside her bottoms and snapped them playfully.

He loves to rouse her and make her dip into the haziness, then has an audacity to sharpen a finger at her and grunt at her, “Behave.” When she copied his vicious actions back.

Saying this, he was back to chatting his friends and call Y/N bratty how much you want but the impulsive yearn that was bubbling in her tummy skunked over with jealousy, so she chose the better option. To infuriate and arouse him with her risky little play-tactics, in hope he might drag her away and push her into the nearest washroom and tell her to suck onto daddy’s cock— then swat her hands away harshly and fuck her little watery mouth himself.

So. When she tried to be as sly as possible pretending to drop something on the ground and then bent to have her ass, clad in silk lacies peeking for him teasingly. Harry noticeably gets a bit disgruntled, adjusting himself in trousers and shifting to yank her back to pull her against his chest with a displeased frown.

This time he didn’t tell her to behave making her pout awfully whiny up at him and getting her even more frustrated by smiling down at her as if nothing happened.

Though, the smile’s one of the sinister pressed jaw bbreakin-ly to stop him from gritting his teeth and land a hard stingy slap to her bum right infront of everyone.

Y/N stomps her feet which indeed gains his attention but he chooses to ignore it, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her closer to his side without even sparing a glance down at her.

Alas. Y/N has waved white flags of defeat considering no-amount of teasing and battiness would break his resolve – one the many things she’s envious of him in their little escapade of naughtiness, is Harry got a hellish of self-control, no wonder that’s one of the reasons he’s her dom.

“Where y'going?” He asks through a smile that was gleamed at his childhood bestfriend and not Y/N, she gulps down the lump of bitterness down her throat–- tone high-pitched in her mumble from the unbelievable achiness between her thighs and all she wants to do’s claim him hers, with deep red bites at his sweet pulse and the front of his throat’s bump.

She has no-idea in the flying fuck, what she’s stammering about, “Ni. Ma–. . . maybe he’ll be a better dom than you.” Ouch. Harry’s veins boils with spleen and indescribable outrage, his face sculptures into a fierce indignation–- out of his realization staring down at her blankly.

For a moment though Y/N feels an immense guilt pour down her head like cold icy water, cause all he’s been to her is sweet and caring telling her how precious she’s for him and how he’s gonna make love to her once they come back home.

She tends to say rubbish in her floatiness but never she has ever doubted him and her eyes gets all swimy, hands rushing up to cradle his face not caring if there’s a gathering around them – though she retreats when he doesn’t let her and to play nice with him has become a none to never option, atleast for tonight when he sets his eyes back on his friend, Y/N’s shoulders slump and shrugs; her head perks up immediately after when he’s bidding them byes and her inners fill with excitement and anticipation to just go home.

. . .

Her panties pools with arousal when he spreads his thighs apart, patting his meaty flesh with a skewered annoyance, “On daddy’s lap, bum out,” With gleeful little nod she’s stumbling her way towards him and he’s not pawing at her hips to lay her down and shove her face into the mattress, keeping his hands to himself quite for a moment before pondering if it’s the right punishment seeing how her panties are already twisted, she shrinks into herself at his cold demeanour wiggling a little to adjust.

Don’t get her wrong. She loves having him gentle and sweet and tentative, pressed so tight she could feel each lull and thump of his heart. Feeling him crush her under his weight with each thrust of his’s overwhelming each of her pores with so much love for him—- sometimes she imagines him to be rough with her, when he grabs and holds and bite her to leave her sore and whiny next day. Pinning her thighs roughly and fucks into her so fast and hard and deep .. god so deep she feels him in her tummy and her pussy swallows down onto him wetly.

He bunches her dress up her spine, strokes her cheek lovingly, plucking at her waistband and touches the soft supple skin then realizes how and why they ended up here.

Her body relaxes into him, nuzzling her nose into his knee and thinks he changed his mind and is out of fumes, will now fuck her nice and warm until a very, disrupting startling swat to her bum makes her gasp and she jerks against his bicep that’s holding her place in now, “Tha’ hurt!” She whined, pouting even though he couldn’t see it because his hold’s firm on her and if it stung didn’t mean she wants to stop him – it’s sparking the tingles in her pit wanting for more.

“’S supposed to,” He grabs onto her hand that tries to reach behind and rub the sting away, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished right?” He doesn’t wait for her short nod and gives another firm slap to her right cheek and she feels it jiggling under his calloused palm.

“Words!” He growls, she feels small and little in his lap and she’s loving it – knowing he’d immediately stop if she’d accentuate any discomfort, “Was mean. Teased daddy and ...” She mewls when he kneads her blushed skin and clucks his tongue at her, something so dominating and domineering about him in a way she wants to obey him and listen to him quite oddly now after so much wreck havoc—- her noise strangling inside herself out of embarrassment and utter shyness; that she hurt him.

“...and daddy doesn’t likes to be teased.” He says derisively, blunt nails scratching her thighs to raise goosebumps on her skin.

“Ought to teach ya a lesson, didn’t I? You’d be still a filthy brat if it wouldn’t hurt.” He slithers his long fingers under her chin and grabs it, makes her look up at him– giving a light slap to her parted lips when she refuses to look him in eyes.

She's puckering her spit coated lips to suck his digits in her mouth and shallow her cheeks around them, grousing when he removes them out of her reach and she melts into his palm when he gives her two more spanks one after another between her asscheeks quick and hard and rolls his thumb painfully closer to where her little hole is clenching.

Might, in other cases, he'd have cooed at her and caressed her bottom, murmuring, “Such a soft little thing,” and “Moppet y'did so good for daddy,”

“Turn over.” He elevates her with his knee, rocking her on his bulge teasingly and loops his arm around her waist to finally help her up.

The sea foam glazed eyes peering down at her with such intensity makes Y/N chase for his lips eagerly and she cries out when he backs away, “Daddy no ...” Her complain is dropping to a low whimper as Harry strokes his thumb over her bottom pouty lip, creaming her panties and pricking the balloon of exhilaration in her tummy -- she’s a bit upset he hasn’t called her pet names at all and he still thinks she’s bad and hasn’t learned her lesson.

She did! She’s good!

“Maybe if you weren’t so mean,” He cups her bum, breath hitching for a moment when she hisses, lifts her up and glides her panties down, “I would’ve eat your cute pussy out earlier.” He utters, nose burrowing in her neck when she tries to get rid of the panties to be good for him, “Perhaps only really good girls gets their peach eaten . . ‘cos they really deserve it, dunno?��

Her head bows against his chest, feeling unexpectedly too small and disheartened as she murmurs kittenishly clutching his sides and blinking up at him in desperation with glossy lashes, “’M good daddy. Aren’t I?” He let a small smile tick his dimples which went unnoticed by her, of how much haziness and subbiness she has gone under.

He sponges his lips to her collarbones, a whimper scrapes from her throat from where her hands are pressed to the seam of his slacks, while he leans back undoing his buttons.

His cock twitches and akin to it his face warm pink and happy at the noises she creates once he’s out and he grasps her wrists and tugs her forward, “I’m your good girl.” She takes a huge weepy sigh leaning herself to get his cock inside her without seeming bad— because she wants to be good and she’s needy and achy at the same time.

“Your sore and stingy bum would say otherwise, Bunny.” He grins, and a groan rattles in his chest when he swipes his fingers up her folds to inspect her and she’s dripping thickly.

“Fuck. Sucha tight pretty hole f'me.” He murmurs. Helps himself ease inside wet, tight hole and holds himself from making both of them flop back into sheets when she fits around him velvety and snug, his balls pressed to her bum.

She goes to loop her elbows around his neck to smush herself into him and to muffle any inhumane noises she’ll create-- too afraid she’d sob out for being in such a vulnerable state, rather, he hooks his fingers around her wrists securely and holds them behind her spine.

“Bounce on my cock, Bunny.” He orders and she mewls, realizing he isn’t done with her and knows she tires herself too early whilst ridding him and ends up grouching and huffing.

She complies. Feeling herself stuffier and stuffier, she soaks his cock utterly slick with each of his throb inside her and she always loves how he gets more stiff once inside her like it’s the best place he wants to be in and she gazes with hooded eyes to where she has created the slide for him easier, as her pussy squelches around him with his each buck and rough thrust.

“Aah! Ah!” She cries, nibbling onto the fading love-mark on his neck when he slips his hand between their bodies to roll her clit, “Yes, yes. Right there daddy!” He tips her chin to wrap his mouth around her swollen bitten lip and suckles on it murmuring.

“Here yeah? Is daddy’s cock nice and big, hitting your spot good, fuckin’ my baby’s spots good.”

She pouts up at him, chest heaving from all her work and he brushes her hair behind, “Apologise fo’ being naughty and you might get to cum,” She wastes no time, body stretching in arched bow with his slam of hips into her.

“I’m sorry, for being naughty and misbehaving!” She blubbers slumping onto his chest.

He pats her bum, groping it to help her fuck her cunt down his heavy prick and he whispers gutturally in her ear, “Keep going bunny. I could feel ye' pussy squeezin' me s'bloody tight.” He fucks her sloppily circling her sensitive nub twice, thrice until she’s gushing all over him in a heavenly manner thrashing in his arms and not able to screw down any moans and noises.

His own orgasm follows her. Pouring her hole with a heavy cum-load and his grip from around her wrists loosens up, falling on his sides and crinkling the sheets while he stuffs his nose into her shoulder hill thighs jerking under her.

They stay, like that for some seconds, covered in sheen and possibly eachother’s sweat— his recovery was too livid he didn’t heard soft sniffles against his cheek and his chest immediately suffocates up when he draws Y/N away to be met by her glassy drunk pink eyes, lower lip wobbling awfully sad.

“Daddy I’m sorry, I’m bad, I’m so sorry daddy —...” Her jumbled apologies gets lost into her violent sob that knocks her chest and she gasps, bursting wide pupils locked to Harry’s panicked ones and he quickly cradles her face shaking his head furiously, “No baby. You’re my good girl, me best girl.” His tone honest and loving and adoring.

“No! I hurt you ....” She trembles, hiding her face into her elbow and Harry pulls it away, he moulds both of his palms against her teary warm cheeks and lulls her face with all of the endearment he holds for her in his heart.

“I didn’t mean it daddy, promise.” She sulks, fear swimming in her eyes shattering Harry’s heart into infinite pieces and he scolds himself for it, terrified he went too harsh with her, “I know bunny. I know."

“Now come back to me, Angel. Harry misses you. Wanna have me Angel bac—...” Her babbling takes over his coaxing and she hiccups, head a mess of vivid thoughts and doubts, “I got jealous, don’t like it when you look at your friends the same way y'do to me,” He wasn’t. He could never see someone in the same light and same affection and adoration he sees his lovie, since, she was gone under the foam of dizziness too much and neglected of his attention it seemed like that to her and Harry’s beating himself for making her feel like it.

“I...I know, shouldn’t. ‘M sorry, but I love you so much daddy . . .” More tears springs and falls from her eyes. Her crying confession leaves Harry appalled and shocked, butterflies swarming in his tummy and his hands stays limp on her side before he ponders that’d make her over-think he doesn’t wants to touch her so he instantly rubs his hands up and down her arms, mouth guppies many time to stutter out something.

They hadn’t exchanged ‘I love yous' yet. He knew they’d. He wanted it be when they’d be all cuddled and he’s pecking her all where and making love to her, not when she barely knows about her presence and is too floaty to have her feet on ground.

“I love you too. I love you too, so much baby, fuck.” He presses his forehead to hers, nosing her softly and gently and then smashes his lips against hers in a deep humming kiss instead of answering when she blinks up at him startled asking, “You do,” So innocently that Harry had to kiss his love and feel the taste of sex on her mouth and suckle on her tongue to drive her mind away from deprecating herself.

“Wanna have my Angel, back. Please? Pretty please?”

“No more mad?”

“Could never be, you my baby.”

“Can I keep you inside me for sometime? I’ll be good.” She murmurs sleepily, Harry wraps his arms around her and snuggles her into his chest, “My cock’s all yours pretty girl.” He soothes her back. Waiting patiently for her breathing pattern to go back to normal.

“Thank you.” Her voice sobering up, cracking the cocoon of fog where his Y/N rests and the moment she’d be out, he’s gonna kiss her love for him out of her lips.

[touyaz]

fat gum | toyomitsu taishirou x fem reader | smut headcanons

notes hello this man is BUILT for reassurance im in love w him 💛

WARNINGS smut, oral sex (m+f), fingering, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, reassurance kink. reader is called girl, but no pronouns are used.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

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— Can we please talk about Fatgum and his reassurance kink. The man screams Caretaker. Always checking up on you when he has a moment to spare, asking you how your day has been, what you've been up to, if you've been his good little girl.

— When he's home, the first thing he does is look for you. As soon as he passes the entryway, he's calling out, "sweetheart, I'm home!" And if you're not already in front of him, then he's rushing to you, dropping his bags in search of you.

— As soon as he sees you, this big and burly man is sweeping you off your feet, lifting you clean off the ground in one swoop. You're sinking into his softness as he brings you in for a tight hug, uncaring about the injuries that litter his body, too wrapped up in your embrace to care about anything but you.

— There's not a moment that goes by when you're together where he doesn't do something to display his love for you. Whether that be verbally affirming his love, sweetly declaring how precious you are, sweetcheeks, yer lookin' mighty fine this evenin', what'd I do ta' deserve all this, huh? or in the way he drags you from your seat on the sofa so your cute ass is perched on his lap instead, and you're so close he can rub the fat of your thighs, trail his hands over the curve of your waist, as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over your skin and blowing on them gently to make you squirm.

— He can never keep his hands off of you when you're around him; it's instinctive at this point — as soon as he sees you, he's making grabby hands at you, opening his arms widely so you can slot yourself by his side. And when he's got you all pretty and pliant in the bedroom, his mouth is running an endless stream of praise and reassurance.

— When he's on his knees with your thighs wrapped around his head, his tongue lapping at your drooling folds as if he's starving, he slips in praise each time he pulls back to breathe. He murmurs sweet praise like "Mm, y'taste so sweet, honey, you're so good f'me" and "that's it, darlin', cum all over me, just like that, you're doin' so well." His lips wrap around your clit like he's making out with you down there, and there's nothing holding him back from kitten-licking your swollen bud as he slips a thick finger into your dripping hole, drawing out more of your sweet nectar. "Don't ya worry yer pretty li'l head 'bout a thing, sweets, I've got ya, all ya gotta do is cum for me, baby, cum all over me; lemme see what ya got for me, lemme get a real good taste 'a ya." And he'll say he wants just another quick taste before diving back into your wetness, not stopping until you've cum at least three time on his mouth alone, all the while he'll tell you how good you're being for him, assuring you on how pretty you look drippin' cream all over his mouth, tastin' all sweet 'n sexy for your man.

— When you're on your knees for him, then he's holding back whimpers so he can voice how well you're doing. His hips stutter against your face as you take him as deep as you can, your hands — both of them, of course — stroking what can't fit (yet) because he's so incredibly well-endowed, so long and thick and veiny in your hands, your tongue tracing over the pulsing veins as you pump the base of his cock. One hand drops to his balls, hot and heavy in the palm of your hand, and you squeeze him there where you know he's extra sensitive, balls full of cum that's close to bursting at the seams if you carry on this way. And he's not shy to let you know, groaning and growling and sobbing as his cockhead batters the back of your throat. "Ah, fuck, darlin'— 'm gonna cum, can't hold myself back when ya take me like that. Fuck wouldja look at that, deepthroatin' my cock like a champ, yer takin' me so well, ain't ya? Yeah, yer doin' so well, sweetness, keep goin', keep goin'—"

— And when he's laying back on the bed, with you clamping down on his cock as you try to sink down on him, he's singing nothing but praise at how you're taking him so well, about how you're being such a good girl as you let him fill you up. He talks to you so kindly, lets you pause when it gets a bit too overwhelming, and he soothes you by gently rubbing over your hips, cooing about how you're almost there. Some days you can't even fit him all in, but he never lets you feel guilty about that, too busy running his mouth on how he feels like he's gonna blow right there, on how your precious pussy feels so fuckin' tight around his cock. He's all starry eyed and honeyed words as he murmurs about how your belly's swelling with his cock, uttering "look at that, pretty, see how well you're takin' me? Yer so perfect — god, I love ya so much." It's non-stop rambling, slurred words and all, about how you're made for each other, how he's so lucky he's met, how he feels so incomplete without you, and he says it all so earnestly, staring into your eyes with so much love and affection, that you have no choice but to believe in everything he says. 

— And when you both fall apart together, he brings you down from your highs with the softest whimpers, quietly assuring you about how amazing you've been, how he feels like he's in heaven, and you're his very own angel. He is so incredibly warm after he's made love to you — you didn't think he could get more adorable, more cuddly and affectionate, but in your post-sex bliss, he is nothing but soft smiles and tender hands. He rubs your back, massages away any aches and caresses your clammy skin, breathlessly telling you that "you're okay, I'm here for ya, sweetness, yer safe 'n sound with me." He always makes sure to hold you extra close, until your body is flush against his and you bask in his heat as you feel yourself drift off to his gentle kisses and hushed whispers. "I'll always be here for ya, pretty baby. 'm not goin' anywhere — stayin' right here by your side forever 'n ever."

[cloudenthusiast2]

To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 4

You knew committing to a relationship with Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Previous: Part 3 Next: Part 5

Length: ~1000 words

Trigger warnings: yelling

A.n.: Sorry I was a little late with this. But as a compensation it's really long! Here ya go, have some angst

You have been walking around in circles for almost twenty minutes in the kitchen when you finally decided you needed some fresh air.

You grabbed your spear - which was an essential to have even in times like this - and ran out of your home.

The house you lived in was built on a cliff so you could see everyone and everything well. Qingce with all of its beauty and treasures laid in front of you.

The first thing you noticed when you stepped out was the lack of agents.

The fatui has left the village.

Sudden pain stabbed into your heart. Before this all you felt was anger and confusion, but now... it's become official and somehow clearer too.

'What have I done?'

You covered your lips after these words tumbled out of your mouth. You desperately looked around, trying to find someone, trying to find a little shilouette with a ridiculous, huge hat...

But he was gone.

The only people standing around were the people of Qingce village. They tried to pretend they were just working or talking with each other but you could see them taking quick glances of you.

Finally one of them, an elderly, sick man you helped out multiple times looked directly up then started approaching your house.

You took a step back and realised you didn't want to talk to anyone at that moment. It didn't matter whether he wanted to thank you or ask what happened. You wanted and needed to be alone.

As rude as it may have been, you turned around and started walking in the opposite direction. Towards the huge mountains.

You escaped into the forest. Your steps became faster and faster - and suddenly you were running.

Loud gasping echoed in your head. Your hands were shaking, not being able to grab anything properly. A wet, itchy layer blurred your vision as you stumbled through bushes and rocks.

It was a miracle that you got up on the mountain in one piece. You didn't even know how you did it - in one moment you were still climbing and in the next you were standing on the cliff, looking down and being dazed by the height.

You came to this spot on days when you had nothing to do. You liked to write letters, sharpen your spear and most importantly, think everything through here.

For a minute, you were just standing there still, breathing in and out the chilly, fresh mountain air. The rough wind blew through your hair, lifting then letting it go. It fell down and covered your face. You slowly rose your hand and fixed it, staring into the distance.

The sun has reached the top of the sky. But it was still cold around you.

You had hoped the cool weather would be able to clear your mind but it helped nothing. Instead, it made you feel like you were breathing in nothing - like there was no oxygen in your chest at all.

You were suffocating.

Your lips opened to gasp for air but it felt like you were still drowning. Your legs started shaking and you immediately fell on your knees. This broke an invisible gate. Tears started streaming down your face.

He left...

Oh, how much you suddenly regretted your harsh, angry words. You could've just talked it out, you could've just explained it to him calmly...

But would he have really understood?

Loud screech as you clenched your teeth. You did everything to hold back the tears, but it was too late now, you had lost. You sobbed desperately, painfully, alone, in an abandoned top of mountain.

*

Scaramouche loudly slammed his hands on the table and there was no mercy in his ice-like eyes as he stared at the agents in front of him.

'How many times do I have to say this?! Don't start fights the Millelith! We already have diplomatic issues with Liuye Harbour because of that damn incompetent Tartaglia!'

'Apologies, my lord' a pyro agent bowed in front of him while the mirror maiden followed his example. 'We thought...'

'I couldn't care less about what you think' Scaramouche cut in enraged. 'Just follow your orders or I'll make sure you won't ever see the sun coming up again!'

Deep silence followed his words in the tent.

Scaramouche tossed his hat back to glare up at the agents. But they didn't dare look at him. They were always wary of the harbinger who was probably the most powerful and surely the most unpredictable among the Tsaritsa's followers. It wasn't hard to notice how angry he was that day as well.

The cicin mages in the camp were sure it was because of that Liuye girl but most of the agents refused to believe that. It seemed impossible that he would be so upset about splitting up with a mere mortal like you.

Scaramouche let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes for a moment to rest and think a little. He stood there silently with crossed arms and wrinkled brows.

The Millelith. A pain in the neck. How could they possibly avoid them while taking advantage of the small villages around Liuye? Villages who don't have protectors should be an easy prey...

He didn't even realise what a dangerous direction his thoughts were going. He just found himself thinking about you all of a sudden.

This was the hundredth time this day.

It's been almost a day since he turned his back on Qingce. He left the village without looking back, thinking he was free again and that he would be able to finally focus on his work.

But why were you still turning up in his thoughts over and over again? Why did he feel a constant knot in his throat? It didn't loosen, even when he yelled or coughed. He tried both multiple times.

He felt impatient. His body ached to move on, his mind tried to make big plans for the future...

But something in him still didn't want to think about anything or anyone other than you.

This was so stupid.

So unnecessary.

When did stupid humans become so important to him? He killed them off with handing out delusions not so long ago without any hesitation. It was the right thing to do. He never doubted that. Not even for a second.

You were so stupid to say otherwise! Why did you say otherwise?

For a weak moment, he tried to think from your perspective but even then, he understood nothing. All he could think of was that you were just crazy.

Humans deserve nothing. They born, they live so their superiors can make use of them.

You were no exception, he decided. It was ridiculous of him to even think you could be more than just a tool to him.

Why did he even start seeing you?

Memories started to emerge and they invaded his mind in a blink of an eye. And suddenly that weird feeling around his stomach started to strengthen again.

He remembered your smile, the playful and incredibly disrespectful way you greeted him when you two first met. He was out on a quest, alone but still recognisable. You knew he was a harbinger yet you acted like he was a regular mortal.

He hated Liuye. He got lost on his first day in the mountains and who knows what might have happened if you didn't run into him on your way back home.

After making fun of the fatui and its "clumsy" harbingers you offered to be his guide and that had to accepted even though he couldn't stand you at all. You were teasing him all the time, never taking him seriously. And most unforgivable of all, you messed around with his hat.

On the first day, he absolutely despised you.

On the second day, after you have dealt with multiple treasure hoarders without any of his help, he had to admit you were a pretty good fighter.

He was in denial on the third day. You picked violetgrass for him and put them in his pockets, claiming that they suited the boy. He threw them away in a second, getting ready to face your anger. Instead, he was shocked to see you laugh it off. You had... a not so horrible laugh.

Fourth day. Your smile was not that terrible either, he realised.

Day five was the day he saved your life. You were cllimging a mountain together when you saw a Qingxin and reached out to grab it.

He caught you by the arm in the last second. Called you stupid but couldn't hide his blush when you rewarded him with the beautiful, pale white flower.

Then the quest came to an end and he went back home.

Only a month or two have passed when the harbinger came back. He went directly to your door to tell you he will be seeing you. It was not a regular ask - he literally ordered you to go out with him.

No one could tell who was more surprised when you still said agreed to it.

You two were an odd, hard to manage couple but a powerful one.

You could've been happy.

Why does it... hurt so much?

'She's just a stupid human' Scaramouche told himself. The thousandth time that day. 'Completely... replacable.'

These were the words you were the most hurt about. But he tried not to care any more and repeated it to himself.

'Replacable.'

'My lord!'

Scaramouche flinched and looked up as if he had been dreaming all along.

He realised he had been standing there the whole time thinking about you while the agents did not leave yet.

'What is it?' He grunted loudly and all of his weird, almost sad feelings got replaced by anger again. 'What do you want?'

'Your order to stay away from the Millelith' the mirror maiden dared to speak. 'Does it apply to the Abbys as well?'

'The Abbys?' Scaramouche frowned. 'What business do we have with them?'

'It's just that we've recently stumbled upon them multiple times on our quests' she started to explain but the harbinger wasn't patient enough to listen to the whole story.

'Hurry up.'

'Yes, my lord.' The mirror maiden hesitated for a moment but when the pyro agent nodded to her she continued. 'We just think that they might about to target villages next.'

'What are you talking about?' Scaramouche growled at her. He couldn't stand still any more so he started walking around in the small tent.

'The Abbys gathered a lot of hilichurls and monsters together lately. We suspect they might attack a bigger village or town.'

Scaramouche stopped as if he got frozen in his place. The maiden continued to explain what kind of disadvantage that might be for them but he heard nothing of that.

He turned around slowly, barely being able to move his own body.

'What... places will they attack?' He asked in a hoarse voice.

'We can't be sure' the pyro agent answered. 'But Mingyun village is a possibility. And... Qingce probably as well.'

Scaramouche stared at the ground.

So many emotions. Most of them he couldn't even name since he has never felt them. The only familiar ones were anger, confusion... and fear.

Deep, overwhelming, terrible fear. It started in his stomach and slowly reached out to grab his throat with its icy fingers.

He opened his mouth but at first no understandable words left his lips.

'My lord...?'

'Get ready' he finally found his voice.

Scaramouche turned his back to them so he could hide the fact he was shaking. Something terrible froze everything inside him but the fire lighting up his eyes was burning hot when he said:

'We're going back to Qingce.'

[spikesbimbo]

Drunk in Love

Summary:  Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.  

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

  “Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

  “I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.  

   Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

   “When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

  Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

  “Fuck.” He muttered

  “Any’all got a light?”

  No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

  “Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

  “K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

  You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

  And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

 You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

  Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

  “What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

  “Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

  “Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

  “You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

  “Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

    You started to “walk” towards your house resting  your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

  “I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

 “Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned  blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

 “Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

  “s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

 “Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.  

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

 He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.  

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

  You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do.  He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…”  You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

  "I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

  Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

  He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.  

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

  Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

  You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

  “y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

    “You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.  

  “You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

  “Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

  "I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them.  I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of  before I go to sleep at night."

  You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

  He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.  

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

 He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

 You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it.  You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

  You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body.  You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

 Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused.  He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body. 

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

  Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

 “Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”  

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

  He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears.  He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

  Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more. 

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy.  Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

 “Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

  “Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

  “Shh baby im right here.”

  He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

  “It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

  He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

 “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

  “Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

  “I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

  “I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

  “Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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