#getting my key back to the lab you're not apart of?????

[miserye]

this stressed me out so bad i had a nightmare about it and i usually never dream

i lent one of my lab mates my key to my other lab and istg if she isn't done by tmr i'm gonna be kinda irritated because i'm technically not supposed to do that

[spxllcxstxr]

While You Were Sleeping • J&V

(Gif not mine)

Request: recently discovering your arcane works has seriously made my week, your writing is amazing! if you're still taking reqs, can I pls request a jayvik x they/them reader fic? while viktor and jayce are sleeping soundly at night for once, reader surprises them by coming home unexpectedly. they're also a scientist but travels a lot for work, which leads them to be deeply missed by the two. reader gently nuzzles and kisses them until they realize that they're back! just a very sleepy and loving reunion with these three. I need some healing after the jayvik finale in S2 ;_; thank youu :) — anon

Summary: Coming back late at night from your trip, you didn’t expect to find Jayce and Viktor asleep in your shared bed

Warnings: gn!reader, implied scientist reader, it's just fluff guys lol, no dialogue until the last like third lmao

Word Count: 1.5k

A.N: title is a laufey song 🥴, I hope you enjoy!!!

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You sigh, heaving your heavy travel bags behind you as you climb up the stairs in front of you. Muttering to yourself, you curse at the amount of things you packed for your trip outside of Piltover. You hadn't gone too far for your research this time, and yet past you decided to pack your entire wardrobe and then some.

The keys to the apartment you shared with your lovers dangle precariously from your pants pocket. At first you thought about heading straight to the lab, considering that was where you would no doubt find Jayce and Viktor, but after days of travel, all you wanted was to be home. The two of them would eventually get home anyway, whether it be just passed midnight or just after dawn, so you determined that there was no harm in settling back in your apartment first.

The lights are off when you enter your apartment, the tick-tocking of the old grandfather clock the only sound echoing in the room as the pendulum swings back and forth. Papers filled with equations and scientific illustrations are strewn across every surface. You huff, rolling your eyes. Your apartment looked exactly as you left it weeks ago. Eyes finally adjusting to the familiar darkness, you also spot a few empty coffee mugs scattered all over and jackets draped across every chair. This was certainly home.

With your bags still in your hands, you continue through your decently sized apartment. You had this place memorized at this point, so walking through it in the dark was simple. You knew exactly where the couch Jayce picked out before even moving in was and where Viktor's oddly shaped bookcase was. The comforting familiarity of your home makes warmth spread through your chest; this was something you, Jayce, and Viktor created together from scratch--it meant more to you than any other place in Runeterra, even the ones vital to your research.

You head straight to your bedroom, the desire to fall into your own bed and drift off to sleep overwhelming at this point.

The room is dark when you enter except for the few white rays of moonlight filtering in through the window. Viktor's cane rests against the nightstand on his side of the bed, metal gleaming in the light.

You furrow your brows in confusion, Viktor being home shocking to you. The lab was practically a second home to Jayce and Viktor. Before dating them, they would spend almost every hour of every day there, tinkering with their inventions. Since starting the relationship, Jayce and Viktor tried really hard to break their habit of spending so much time in their lab, which they were largely successful at. With you away for weeks, however, you knew that they tended to take advantage of it and revert back into their previous mindset.

With the cat away, the mice will play, after all, as they say.

Still at the threshold with you bags at your sides, your eyes land on your two lovers laying in bed.

Viktor is curled up beside Jayce, who softly snores against your partner's hairline. You stop at the end of the bed, the tension in your shoulders easing up at the scene before you. Though two blankets cover them, the tips of Viktor's long fingers peek out from the top, showing that his hand is splayed lightly against Jayce's chest, right over his heart.

In the pale moonlight, your lovers look ethereal. The light drapes them in a silvery hue, the luminosity a stark contrast from the rest of the dark room. Jayce and Viktor, with their skin bathed in radiance, are oblivious to your tender gaze.

Smiling softly you feel your heart melt in your chest. This was what you especially missed on your travels. The beds you always wound up in were empty and cold. No amount of blankets piled atop your figure could mimic the warmth Jayce radiated, nor could any pillow replace the comfort of his chest against your cheek. Viktor wasn’t there to hold your hand in his sleep either. There were no golden or amber eyes brightened by the early sunlight gazing at you when you woke up either. You had grown accustomed to the comforting presence of your lovers over the years that you always forget how lonesome travelling could be.

It was a privilege to be able to travel across Runeterra for your research, you knew that; but the absence of your lovers late at night always made you dreadfully homesick.

Quietly, you move around the room in order to change into something better suited for bed. As you change, bags still abandoned near the door, waiting to be unpacked, your partners continue to sleep.

Changed into more comfortable clothes, you ease into bed, slipping underneath the blankets. Viktor continues to mumble incoherently while Jayce shifts, his snoring easing up like he senses your presence. You drape an arm across his chest, fingertips brushing against Viktor's. With your body pressed close to Jayce's, you place kisses along his jawline, the smell of his aftershave lingering on his skin.

Again, he shifts against you, head turning slowly to face you.

"Wha's goin' on?" Jayce sleepily mumbles, eyes slowly opening. The moonlight must be harsh on his bleary eyes because it takes a moment or two for him to fully grasp his surroundings.

His gaze locks onto your own, eyes widening as a grin slowly appears across his face. That small but noticeable gap between his two front teeth has you mirroring his smile tenfold. His brown hair is messy from moving around in his sleep, loose strands dangle in front of his face as he raises his head from the pillow.

"You're home early!" You can tell that he's just barely containing his excitement--he's hardly whispering and already shifting under Viktor's grasp in order to get closer to you.

Before you’re able to respond, Jayce’s lips are on yours, kissing you like his life depends on it. An arm wraps around your midsection, hand resting against the small of your back, and pushes you impossibly closer to himself. You can feel his heart beat beneath his white shirt.

“Gods, I missed you…” He says after pulling away. His eyes shine as he scans over your face as if he’s forgotten what you looked like in only a few weeks.

“I missed you too, Jay…” A hand rises to gently stroke his cheek, something he leans into.

A disgruntled noise erupts from behind your partner and you both turn to check up on Viktor.

Disrupted from his sleep, Viktor playfully glares at the two of you. To anyone else it would appear as though Viktor was absolutely livid with the rude awakening, but you and Jayce knew him better than anyone else; he was happy you were home safe, happy that he could feel complete once again.

"You two truly are incapable of whispering, hm?" His voice is deeper, accent thick with each syllable.

Viktor just looks tired, his pale skin is accompanied by dark bruises under each eye. It certainly looks as if he's spent every hour at the lab recently.

"Hello to you too, Vik. I missed you very much." You tease, leaning over Jayce to capture Viktor's lips.

"I missed you very much, sweetling..." He huffs, moving closer to Jayce in order to meet your lips half way.

Jayce settles on the bed between you, back pressed against the mattress and opens both of his arms for you and Viktor to cuddle into.

"You'll have to tell us all about your adventures---" Jayce starts, fingertips dancing lazily against your back.

"It wasn't like it was a vacation, Jay, I still had work to do." You cuddle closer to Jayce, the warmth radiating from his body making you yawn tiredly. Viktor, though dressed in a comfortable long sleeved shirt with two blankets on top of him, does the same, hoping to take all his partner's body heat for himself.

"Sure, but you were not stuck in the Academy's dungeon staring at the hex gem for hours upon hours upon hours..." Viktor sleepily trails off, his face already buried in the crook of Jayce's neck.

You pull the blankets up to your neck and place a hand on top of Viktor's, which rests on Jayce's chest. His fingertips are cold as ice, as they usually were. You feel your eyelids start to droop, each blink getting longer.

"Why don't we go to sleep, darling? You can tell us all about it in the morning. Maybe me and Vik could spend the day outside of the lab and get some fresh air." Jayce whispers, sensing your exhaustion.

You hum as he kisses the top of your head. He murmurs something along the lines of "goodnight" and "I love you," but it all becomes a blur as you drift off to sleep; finally in your own bed in your own home surrounded by your partners.

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[dietpitt]

[ My AO3 ] [ My Writing Tag ]

key: ❤️= smut/suggestive 💗= personal favorite

Stan Pines x Reader

disco_date.discard('robbie'): ❤️💗(AO3 Link) (tumblr post coming soon)

Swooning Over Stans: What if Robbie hadn't interrupted your final date?

Green Is Definitely Your Color ❤️💗

[Read on AO3]

In which body paint and Stan's mouth save Halloween (but ruin a perfectly good costume).

Keep It Cool ❤️ [Read on AO3]

A broken A/C and some Stan belly appreciation

Fall Into Me, And Then... 💗 [Read on AO3]

Childhood Best Friends to Lovers with a clueless Teen!Stan

Summer Lovin’ ❤️ Some summer fun with Teen!Stan and friends

Wait ❤️ Teasing Young!Stan during his tour at the Murder Hut

Patience ❤️ [Part 2 of Wait] Your actions on the tour have consequences

Soft Cotton ❤️💗 An intimate moment; playing with Young!Stan's white t-shirt

Found In a moment when you're down and crying, a stranger comforts you.

Friandise 💗 [Read on AO3]

Stan gives you more to feast on than just Stancakes in bed

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The Derby Blues 💗- You accompany "Stan" to the Kentucky Derby

Rasberries for Breakfast - Stan blows raspberries on your tummy

It Hits the Fan - Stan's past catches up to the both of you

Apartment Hunt - A mini heist with Stan in a stranger's apartment

<500 Words

Dip & Tow 💗- You join Stan in his bed one night on the Stan O' War II

“Are You Still Awake?” - Stan has trouble sleeping; you comfort him

The Usual ❤️- An intimate, stolen moment in The Shack's gift shop

Lucky? - Stan's thoughts about you, wearing his jacket while out on a date

A Bar by the Bay - Sharing shots with a handsome older sailor

Happy - For the first time in maybe ever... you're happy

Stan x OC

"Red" ❤️- Post-Swooning Over Stans, Bri meets back up with Stan [Read on AO3]

Orange, Pink Stan helps Em celebrate their birthday in style

Ford Pines x Reader

Galaxy Ford - Ford helps you study for an exam [Read on AO3]

“You Can’t Keep Doing This” 💗 - A stolen moment in Ford's lab (and lap)

“My Hand’s Getting Awful Lonely...” - Ford works out a pickup line

A Casual Chat ❤️- A video call with Modern!College!Ford gets a bit out of hand

Musings

Stan vs Ford: Bringing You Gifts/Treasures

Stan vs Ford: Foreplay ❤️

Stan vs Ford: Falling Asleep

Stan as a cop (he'd never be a fucking cop lol)

Stan x Reader x Ford - You have a date night in and fall asleep on the couch

graphics by @saradika-graphics

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Hold On

1.3K / Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader

Summary: You wear Detective Tim Rockford's leather holster.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Established relationship, nicknames as usual (Shutterbug, baby), breast worship, wee bit of thigh riding.

A/N: Inspired by @mrsmando's Tiddy Talk™️ yesterday, this is my case submission for Tim being a boob guy🫡 Kindly let me know if you're convinced 😂😂 This is, of course, our The Rockford Portfolio couple, but can be read as standalone.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics as always / Series Masterlist / If you're interested in more Adventures of Tim Rockford's Holster, may I suggest @ghotifishreads' drabble?

It had actually been somewhat difficult to pull off your little surprise for Tim.  First, you had to wait for him to be off work; it was a rarer occurrence than it should be, with Tim often working late and sometimes going on weekend stakeouts, thereby taking that leather gun holster of his with him.

Then, when Tim was at home, the two of you were hardly ever apart – not wishing to do anything other than enjoy each other’s company, either quietly or voraciously.  Sure, you could have asked him to give you some time alone to set-up, but then he would have known that he had something coming.  And you wanted this to be a surprise, surprise.

The opportunity finally came in the form of an invite to Officer Chu’s bachelor party; Tim had hummed and hawed about going, but you encouraged it enthusiastically.  Not wanting to give away your hidden agenda, you simply reminded Tim of that time when Officer Chu sat in a hot patrol car with him for eight hours so they could get photographic proof of Grandma Ursula’s lab and he had agreed he should go for a few drinks.

When you receive Tim’s text that he’s heading home, you make your way to the bedroom to get ready; giddy at the imagined look of awe that you hope to see on Tim’s face soon.

Taking Tim’s gun holster off the bedpost on his side of the bed, you run the thick, firm straps through your fingers and visualize them framing your boyfriend’s equally thick chest.  As you warm the supple leather under your thumb, you think about how it stretches across Tim’s broad back, and the image blossoms a different type of warmth in your core.

Tim wearing this leather holster is like a siren call to you; just seeing it wrapped taut around his tight frame at the end of a long work day makes your mouth dry.  You never fail to compliment the way he looks in it or tell him how much it turns you on.  Once, when you had slipped your soft hands under the straps to provide some relief where they had started digging into his weary shoulders, cooing the usual sentiments about how hot his holster looked on him, Tim had whispered back that he bet it would look even better on you.

It was there for just a second, but you had filed the dark, hungry look that flashed in Tim’s eyes when he let this confession slip, away in the back of your mind - waiting for just the right moment to test out his theory.

Stripping down to nothing but the black lace panties chosen specifically to match the dark hue of Tim’s gun holster, you slip your arms through the shoulder straps and adjust it so that the small back harness sits comfortably between your shoulder blades.  Pulling the arm straps on both sides over your naked breasts so that they touch in the valley of your chest, you give the various clips and loops a few adjustments, including moving the empty firearm sleeve so that it sits snug under your left breast, before completing the look by using a silk scarf to securely fasten the two sides of the holster together in front. 

Tying the fabric so that it looks like a big bow, you pull the knot so it sits securely on the leather that snugly hugs your plush curves.  Giggling to yourself as you climb onto the bed, you sit back on your heels and wait.

It’s not long before you hear the familiar dropping of keys in the key bowl, accompanied by the soft call of hello from your unsuspecting man.

“In the bedroom, Detective!”

“Tonight was fun, Shutterbug.  Thanks for making me go.  Chu’s fiancé was wondering if y-”  Jaw dropped and words stuck in his throat, Tim marvels at the sight before him: you and your soft curves bare and trussed up for him in his department regulated gun holster, the very one he wears to work everyday and trusts to keep his firearm close and handy, offered up on the bed like a naughty present.  As he stalks towards you, his eyes rake over your tits sitting on display for him, bordered by the bold leather in a way that’s reminiscent of art hung in a museum.  Tim lays down on his stomach and army crawls his way to you at the top of the bed; when you rise on your knees to meet him, he sits and holds you firmly by the waist so he can behold all of you before him.

“Surprise,” you whisper.

Tim looks at you with disbelieving reverence and asks a question he knows will never be answered to his satisfaction, “What did I do to ever deserve you, baby?”

You want to tell Tim that he deserves the world.  That he dedicates himself so selflessly to the protection of this city that he’s earned the right to have all of his dreams fulfilled, and that you’d happily give him anything and everything so long as he never stops looking at you the way he’s doing so right now.  But you don’t tell him anything because your mind goes completely blank when Tim dives forward and takes one of your breasts in his mouth.

He kisses and nips, taking as much of your soft skin into his mouth as he can and sucks so hard he knows he’s leaving marks; Tim comes up only for air and to lave his tongue soothingly over the already reddening spot before opening wide to devour and decorate you again.  The other side of your chest is hardly safe from Tim’s worship.  His meaty hand kneads and gropes your supple breast, pulling and pushing the pillowy flesh every which way that the constricting leather you wear allows.  You welcome every bruising caress and cry out for more, more, more with your wanton moans.  Eyes closed and mouth full, Tim’s own feral noises are muffled and smothered by your chest; you feel rather than hear the evidence of his pleasure vibrate throughout your entire body.

Even without the benefit of sight, Tim ravishes and wrecks you, expertly guided by his intimate familiarity of your most delicious parts.

His hand finds your hard nipple and he teases it with his thumb before pinching and rolling the aching peak between his fingers.

His tongue twirls and flicks your nipple until it’s swollen and shiny, only to nibble it between his ever so gentle teeth.      

Time loses all meaning as Tim repeats and alternates these mind-numbing patterns on both of your heaving breasts over and over until you’re positively howling above him.

Pulling you closer so that he can bury his face even deeper in the most gorgeous pair of tits he’s ever laid eyes on, Tim feels you start to grind yourself down onto his leg; smiling against your skin when your arousal leaks through your panties and onto his pants.  He places his hands on your waist to help guide you to the pleasure you seek and pulls back to watch your tits bounce in his face.  You cry and moan, whining his name as you chase that perfect friction on his thigh, all while Tim is hypnotized by the show your luscious curves and his leather holster put on for him. 

You come with a wail of his name and a hard yank to his soft brown curls, shuddering as you press Tim’s face to your chest so he can lick and mouth you through it. 

“So?” you coo breathily, chest still rising and falling as you come down from your high.

Tim peeks out from between your tits and cocks an eyebrow at your mischievous grin.

“Do I look better in your holster than you, Detective?”

Lust blown eyes twinkling with his own mischief, Tim lifts his head with a smirk, “Gotta see it and you in a couple more positions first, Shutterbug.”  Giggling, you watch as he takes your hands and places them on the holster straps where they lay right below your collar bone; the last thing you hear before Tim tugs your legs out from under you and you’re knocked onto your back is a low baritone command practically growled: “Hold on.”

[itsohh]

Despite Part 6

A/N: Female reader, I started a new gacha game and its lowkey taken over my life.

Summary: After a long day you finally arrive back at Alberts apartment. Yet the meal he had planned to cook for you is put on hold when you get a bit touchy feely.

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 3328

AO3 Masterlist Part 5 Part 7

The car ride was rather quiet, Wesker didn't talk and you looked out the window. Your mind went to your bike at the station, Albert had work the next day but you didn't. You weren't even on call. Eventually, you would reunite with it but you would have to take a taxi to work. The interaction with Irons was shoved deep down inside of you, just another one to the list.

Albert eventually parked his car underground in the apartment complex where he lived. You could briefly recall going there once but you hadn't stayed long. Without saying anything, you followed his lead and got out of the car. He promptly locked it with the turn of his key and glanced your way. It was a silent communication and the pair of you joined together to walk. Your hand brushed against his for a moment and he didn't seem to react. Normally that would have been a bad thing if it was anyone else. Yet he didn't, the fact that he didn't move away told you all you needed to know.

Testing the waters, your hand brushed against his again but this time your touch lingered. Still, he didn't move it away. Your fingers slid against his and slipped in between them before they curled around the back of his hand. Albert looked away from you but you soon felt his hand recuperate and hold your hand back. 

A smile formed on your face and you leaned in against his arm, your face against the top of his arm. “Enjoying yourself?” Albert finally asked when the pair of you reached the elevator. You pulled your head slightly away from him and looked up at him to meet his hidden gaze. 

“Mmm, I am, thank you. You smell nice.” His hand was comforting and his cologne made you feel at home. His presence made your body calm and practically melt, there was nowhere safer than by his side.

“Showering will do that.” 

A laugh escaped your lips and you rolled your eyes. A thought suddenly ran across your mind and you paused. “Hey, Albert?”

“Yes, dear?” 

“Why me?”

“In regards to?”

“Why'd you go out with me in the first place?” 

“I enjoy your company. Both professionally and personally.” The elevator came to a stop and it always stunned you a little how fast it was. Albert led the pair of you down the hallway and you could feel his eyes on you the entire time as if he was analysing you. 

He unlocked the door to his apartment and the pair of you walked in. The apartment was rather an expensive place. The entire two-floor penthouse was professionally decorated. It was always a sharp contrast from your own place. While your apartment was rather loud and full of personality, Albert's penthouse was a little bit lifeless, almost like a show home. It has a minimalist feel to the place only spruced up by what you assumed were fake potted plants. 

Albert placed his keys, sunglasses and wallet onto the tray nearby. It was on the kitchen island that was on the right side of the room. The apartment was rather long, to the right was a white sterile kitchen that reminded you a little bit of a lab. Meanwhile to the left was the living room. It had a large box television that had its own cabinet built into the wall, the thing probably cost a fortune yet you had a feeling that Wesker rarely used it.

The area was separated by the curled metal stairs that led to the top floor. Behind that was a study area that overlooked the rest of the city with the massive windows that spread across the entire wall. The study was where you presumed he spent most of his time, the side wall had a massive custom bookcase filled to the brim with books. 

“You're a smart woman.” Albert's voice broke through your thoughts as you sat down at the island to take your shoes off. “Even though you're a Doctor, still many underestimate you. Both your intelligence and physical capability.”

“Well, it's easier to get the advantage when people do. Then again being a woman helps.” You shrugged. 

Wesker walked into the kitchen and immediately started to retrieve food from the cupboards and his fridge. “You're too smart for this work.” 

“Maybe I'm a bit overqualified in some sense. But I enjoy it, I enjoy working under you. But tell me,” you leaned on the island countertop and he glanced back at you. 

“What would you have my occupation be if it wasn’t this?”

“Hmm.” Wesker placed a glass cutting board in front of you and started to expertly chop some chives on it. “Have you considered medical research?” He asked. 

“Ah, you used to do that right?”

“You remembered correctly.”

“Mmm is this your subtle way of saying you want me to always work with you?” You teased. 

He let out a chuckle but his eyes stayed trained on his hands, careful not to slip as he continued to prepare. “The idea is an enticing one but these days I'd prefer to keep you somewhere safe. Medical research would be good to stimulate your mind but even though I would enjoy you by my side I don't think biotechnology would fit you.”

“And what would fit me?”

“Perhaps forensics? You've never shied from a corpse.”

“Mmm, maybe but I think I'd rather die than go back into any form of academia.”

Wesker finished cutting and his pale blue eyes flashed to yours, it was a little strange and somehow a bit intimate. From the look alone, you could hear his voice ask why inside of your head. 

“I despise all the fucking bullshit you have to go through. Having to suck up to professors, having to credit people who didn't even help with papers, I hated it. I hated the stupid elitism and having to constantly fight for my own voice, to be taken seriously. Not in the usual academic way that everyone goes through but…” You let out a sigh and relaxed your hands, letting go of your anger at the past. “Even though it's useful, I hate it that people never take me seriously.”

Albert turned around to use the element on the stove, but you knew he was still listening. 

“It's been really refreshing working in S.T.A.R.S.” There was a fondness in your eyes as the confessed. A couple of minutes went by before you silently slipped from the chair. Your feet were light on the kitchen tiles until you were directly behind the man. Slowly you slipped your hands to his sides and then under his arms. If you could see his face you would have seen the curious look to his eyes as you leaned against him and pressed the side of your face into his back. 

Albert relaxed into your touch and allowed you to hug him. “It's been really nice working with you Albert. I don't think I could imagine doing anything else at this point, you make me really happy.” 

There was a small click and he moved the pot on the element before he started to turn. You let go of him and took a step back until you rested against the island. Albert closed the gap and you aimed your head to look at him. The pair of your eyes looked deep into each other and you could feel your face heat up from his gaze alone. 

“So open with your emotions.” He hummed. 

“Of course. What's the worst that happens? They aren’t returned? They aren't mutual? I'm a big girl Albert. I can handle rejection. I'd gladly take the risk if it meant my loved ones know I care about them.”

His forehead came forward and rested against your own. “And do you know the weight your words carry? Are you ready for the consequences when they are reciprocated?” His hand found its favourite spot on your cheek. Albert's voice was low, quiet and each word held the weight of the world in them. 

“Of course.” You whispered, your lips ghosted against his lips. “I always think before I act.”

He closed the gap and that familiar taste of his lips against yours broke through all your senses. Albert wasn't aggressive or hard as he kissed, no, each moment was slow and controlled. Each touch said a thousand words that he was unable to speak. 

Those lips moulded against your own like the pair of you had been born to do so. Two pieces of a now complete puzzle. His warm hand left your face and slid down over your body, erasing every other touch as he did so. It didn't matter who had touched you or why, Albert's hands overrode theirs and claimed you as his own. Your hands balled in his clean shirt and pulled him as close as you possibly could. He was never close enough. 

His hands found both sides of your thighs and suddenly lifted you up onto the countertop with ease. The sudden movement had you cry out slightly in surprise but he only grinned into the kiss. At your new height, you dragged your hands up over his shoulder and around the back of his neck. 

As you panted out slightly Albert kissed across your face, slow open kisses, and then down to your neck where he assaulted the flesh there. Never lingering long enough to create any marks. “You. Intrigue. Me.” He managed to confess between kisses. “You. Fascinate. Me.” 

Your hand buried in the back of his hair but made no effort to stop him. His lips briefly stopped and brushed up from your neck to under your ear, just on your jaw. “No matter how predictable you are or how much I learn about you, I could watch you for a lifetime.” He lightly kissed your flesh and resumed his previous pace. “You. Complete. Me.” Instead of a kiss, he made a small bite that caused you to jump slightly before you moaned into his touch. 

“And you're mine.”

You pulled back slightly from the man and grabbed his cheek like he would do to you. Sensing a change, Albert pulled back to look at you in the eye, he was curious as to what you were doing. 

“Only if you're mine.” Your hand dropped from his cheek and your pointer finger stuck out and traced down his shirt. 

“Of course, dear.” He watched as your finger reached the bottom of his shirt where your index finger joined it. The two fingers grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it slightly. Alone they would be able to do much, only pull at the fabric but Albert got the idea and did the work for you. He promptly grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off with ease to reveal his marble-like body. It was almost a little daunting to look at, not a flaw in sight. Inhumane. On anyone else, it might have ever scared you, but strangely it fit him. 

Your eyes took in his form and Albert let you, he seemed happy to watch you watch him. Slowly you touched his bare chest with your hand. Unlike a marble statue, his chest was warm and soft under your touch. “Albert…” You whispered with no intention to continue, any words were lost on your lips. Never had you been one to shy away from sex but there was something about the man that made you hesitate. His eyes were so clear and bare before you like his chest, intimate. His face wasn’t fueled by lust but by care, love even. 

The normally cold and emotionless man wouldn't fuck you, he would make love to you and it was then you realized it. And it scared you. Heat in your face made your head throb slightly and your fingers shook slightly. You swallowed and once again touched his face. He was letting you pick the pace, pick what the pair of you did. 

Even though you were scared, you continued. Sometimes even though something was scary you didn't let that stop you. Your lips brushed against his and you kissed his bottom lip for a second. “I'll take whatever consequence you give me.” 

At your permission, Albert leaned into your touch and his fingers found the buttons on your shirt with ease. His lips connected with yours. Determined not to leave them, he peeled away your shirt without looking, blessed by the buttons that left him to do. 

 Albert didn't move to touch your sports bra but instead pulled your thighs forward and apart so that he was comfortably set in between them. His hands pushed up your leather skirt upwards so it bunched at your hips. A small moan from your lips was muffled against his when his large hands gripped onto your thighs and massaged them with his thumbs. 

He pushed his hands up your thigh and slightly under the very bottom of your skirt where he found your underwear and curled his fingers around them. Slowly he pulled them down and let them fall onto the pristine floor. Again his hands felt their way up your thighs. Just as you thought they would move towards your cunt, he stopped and gripped your thighs tight and then lift you with ease. Albert picked you up against him and your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. A squeal that turned into a laugh had you break away from his lips and you hugged him tight so you didn't fall. Not that he would actually let you fall. 

Albert took the pair of you out of the kitchen and carried you up the stairs, you watched the apartment go past your eyes over his shoulder. Each step had his rub against you and you couldn't help the way that a small whimper escaped your mouth. There was no doubt in your mind that he knew exactly what he was doing. Your eyes shut and your thighs tensed against him as you tried everything in your power to prevent yourself from ripping him to bits. You couldn't deny it had been a while.

Your eyes snapped open as you felt the sudden change and you released Albert was gently placing you on his bed. The soft silk soothed your hot skin and Albert pulled back and stood at the end of the bed. He didn't give you much time to look around at the room. Not because he physically restrained you but because you couldn't possibly tear your eyes away from him as he snapped away his belt and undid the zip to his pants. 

Albert pushed his pants slightly down to give himself room and did the same with his briefs. There he let himself free and you swallowed at the sight, your mouth dry without his lips to wet them. You had seen a decent amount of cocks in your life but nothing could compare to the pornographic sight of his thick free length. The dip in his hips pointed directly to it. His bush was light, tidy like the rest of him, his cock curled slightly upward and most certainly put most men to shame. 

“You’re starring.” Albert teased, there was that curl in his lips. The closest thing to a smile the man could manage. His eyes had been on your face the entire time 

“Can you blame me?” 

Albert put one knee on the bed and you thought he was going to crawl on top of you but he took you by surprise when he grabbed your legs and pulled them down. He didn't give you enough time to properly let out a squeal as his lips were once again against you, your lips an addiction he wouldn't break. Still, partially off the bed, he pulled your hips into the air so you could grind yourself in his clothed thigh. 

The man didn't seem to mind as your arousal spread over his trouser leg. “Please.” You whispered, your hand buried in his hair while your other scraped lightly on his back. 

Albert didn't say a thing but pulled his hips back slightly and you felt the warmth of his cock brush against your lips before he slowly pushed in with ease. Your wet cunt sucked him in and stretched greedily around his length without protest. Slowly inch by inch he pushed until he was completely slotted inside of you. 

“Albert.” You gripped onto him for dear life and he picked you up and then soun the pair of you so that he sat on the edge of the bed and you were in his lap. It gave him the perfect position to kiss your neck while your chest pressed against his bare chest. You were the one to put your hands behind your back and unclip the bra, its removal had you sigh against him which turned into a quiet moan when he gripped your thighs and rolled your hips against him. 

Albert was quiet against you, only small sighs and grunts left his lips. His hands said the words his lips couldn't, the gript you hard almost hard enough to bruise. They held you desperately, almost like he was afraid that if he let you go you would disappear. If he had it his way, those hands were to last on your skin forever. Your bare chest was warmed by his as sweat started to form over the pair of you. That didn't stop him from kissing you, lightly sucking on the skin. 

Something wet rolled down your cheeks as he continued to rock you against his cock, his overwhelming cock that had you so utterly filled. Albert paused for a moment and you felt his firm hand on your face. He directed your head to look at him and your eyes opened. “I'm hurting you.” He said it like a statement but you knew it was a question. You shook your head and he wiped away the tears from your face. 

A crooked smile spread across your face as you tried to move and make up for the lack of his movement. “Just, ah, a little overwhelming.” You confessed. “But in a good way, don't stop.” 

Albert kissed you slowly but resumed helping you grind on his cock. “I don't want to hurt you. Never you.” His voice was quiet, so quiet that you almost didn't hear him. It had you clench around him and you let out a whimper.

The pair of you continued to rock there wrapped up in each other's arms, happy in each other's arms until your nails dug into his skin enough to draw blood but he didn't seem to notice let alone to care as you pressed yourself against him. Again you clenched down around him but this time it was so much harder, a final relief that had built up. In bursts, your cunt quivered around him and he buried his face in your shoulder. His strong arms hugged you tight as he was sent over the edge with you.

Albert continued to move through your climax and his own but didn't pull out even when the pair of you slowed to a still. A content hum left your lips and you rubbed your face against his shoulder. 

“I love you Albert, I really do.” Your voice was muffled against him but you know he heard you clearly. He didn't reply but he pulled back and pressed a kiss against your forehead. Fatigue washed over you and you sleepily watched as he removed the skirt from your hips and let them go on the floor. He picked you up with ease and pulled back the sheets of the bed before he put you inside them. Again he planted another kiss against your forehead and you shut your eyes. 

[gtsdreamer2]

As much as you loved the thrill of being with Stacy, you had to break it off. The last straw was finding her rummaging through your research papers after she had forced your briefcase open.

"I couldn't help it!" she whined. "You never talk about your work and working is all you've been doing! I just wanted to see if it was almost done!"

"I told you, this is very secret, sensitive government information. The fact that I trusted you with the details of what my team is even working on should be enough for you!" You rubbed the sides of your head, a slight headache forming. Stacy fidgeted at being scolded before finding her spine.

"You're my boyfriend! Of course you should be able to tell me all about this! You should be proud of your work! I want you to open up about it! I want to see what you've been working on!" Her domineering attitude always surfaced when she was confronted.

"No. You're way too invested in this Stacy. You need to pack up whatever stuff you brought over since you've been staying here and go. I cant have you around when the project starts practical testing on monday." Her ears perked up.

"So it's almost done then?" She asked, trying to get info out of you.

"GET OUT!" You grabbed a handful of her stuff and pushed it into her arms ushering her out the door.

Stacy's mind was racing as she walked back to her car, hands full of personal items from her now ex's apartment. She was trying to collect her thoughts and formulate a plan. 'The device is almost done.' She thought to herself, starting to make a bullet point list of what to do next with what information she had. 'I have a spare key to Brad's apartment that he doesn't know I made. I copied his keycard for the lab, but I don't know if that's enough to get me in. Even if i do get my hands on it, I don't know how to work it since he caught me while I was still trying to make heads or tails of the schematics. 'I think I only have one shot at this and I need to act fast.' Stacy thought to herself. She opened her trunk and threw all her junk into it before speeding off towards the lab.

Stacy sat in her car in the parking lot of the lab, trying to manifest the will to enact her master plan. She took a deep breath before leaving the car to stride towards the lab. Her strides weren't very long. She was only five foot four in her heels that made a loud clack against the pavement. Her small breasts didn't so much as jiggle in her sports bra as she powerwalked to the door. Another deep breath and she was ready. 'Here goes everything.' She thought to herself before flashing her ex's badge over the reader. It turned green and the door lock clicked. She was in.

Meanwhile, you were trying to put all of your notes back together. You quickly realized that your keycard was missing. "Fuck!" You cursed out loud, realizing that she must be on her way to the lab. Knowing that phones don't work once you're in the building, you grabbed your keys so you could warn your coworkers who were hopefully in the building. You sped after your ex, hoping it wasn't too late.

Stacy confidently walked through the foyer past the empty front desk and into the lab area. She was trying to strut about the place as if she belonged there, but her heart rate was spiking. She reached the lab and finally laid eyes on the device for the first time. It sat in a glass case, the designated name GRP-MK1 on a little title card next to it. 'This is it!' She thought to herself, salivating at the thought of getting her hands on her prize. 'The Growth Ray Prototype Mark One.' She reached her hands out towards it.

"Hey, you can't be in here!" A male voice called out. She recognized it. It was your coworker Shawn. 'Shit shit shit shit shit!" She thought, before turning around and beaming the biggest, fakest smile she could muster.

"Shawn!" She exclaimed warmly, trying to act as if nothing was amiss.

"Stacy, what are you doing here?" He said puzzled. "You shouldn't be in here. "Where's Brad?"

"I thought he was here!" She said innocently. "He gave me his keycard and told me to bring him lunch so we could have a little date before he had to go back to work." She made big puppy eyes at her ex's coworker. "Maybe he forgot about me. He always seems to be forgetting about me. Do you think he could be cheating on me Shawn?" She started to force tears to well up in her eyes, forcing a wave of empathy to wash over the man that could make or break this whole operation.

"He said he was so excited to show me the first stages of the practical testing too!" She made sure to use the same terminology that Brad has used so Shawn would think she came by this information in a morally acceptable way.

"Well..." Shawn started, "I don't think he's cheating on you Stace. He talks you up all the time. You're his little firecracker of a girlfriend." She bristled at the word 'little' but tried not to show it. "Maybe he gave you the wrong day? Practical testing isn't supposed to start until tomorrow. Today is Sunday. There's no one here but me, and I'm just going over all the specifics so that everything will be ready by then."

Her eyes lit up with all this new information. Knowing it was just her and him, her demeanor shifted. "That's really too bad." She pouted, walking over to Shawn. "I really really wanted to see the device work. Stupid Brad was so excited to show me that he gave me the wrong day. And I'm busy tomorrow, so I'll never get another chance to see it. After he talked it up so much to me and everything.."

"I'm sorry Stacy. I wish there was something I could do to help." She gave him her best pleading face at this point.

"Well it's ready isn't it? Can't you just give me a teensy demonstration? Pretty please? No one has to know." She put her hand on his chest now. "Besides, don't you want to see that it works before tomorrow? I would hate for you to be doing all this work alone tonight and for something to not work tomorrow. They could blame you." He immediately saw her point.

"Well...I was going to say no and kick you out of here since you don't have any kind of clearance, but its nice to talk to a girl once in a while. You're right though, I should make sure it's calibrated correctly and ready for the real demonstration tomorrow. Just sit right over there behind the blast shield and I'll get it all set up. You're in for a treat." Shawn's ego began to flare and he was getting excited about showing this little cutie what they've been working on. 'Sure she's Brad's girl, but he isn't here.' He thought.

He grabbed an apple from the break room and brought it back to the lab. Stacy was sitting right where he told her to like a good listener. He set the apple on a pedestal. He than carefully picked up the GRP. He fiddled with the settings far away enough from Stacy where she couldn't see what he was doing. She cursed under her breath. "Almost ready?" She said in her cutesiest voice.

"Ya, we're there." Shawn replied. "Standby." He lowered his safety goggles a and walked back behind a line that was a certain distance away from the apple. "Ok. We're recording. On my mark in three, two, one. Engage." He fired a soft green light from the gun that hit the apple spot on. Once it found its mark, the beam locked and began to pulse into it. Stacy watched in awe as each pulse caused the apple to in turn pulse larger. It trippled in size in a matter of thirty seconds. She could feel a wet spot forming between her legs wishing that she could trade places with that apple. "Disengage in three, two, one. Power off." He switched the gun to off and the beam thinned and ended its connection to the hulking fruit.

"Is it safe to come over there now?" You said, not even trying to hide your manic excitement. He nodded and you quickly walked over to him. "That was incredible! It works even better than Brad said it would! I bet that's because you were the last one working on it! You're such a genius! And a stud!" Shawn was blushing now. He cleared his throat.

"Yes...well that was what you wanted to see and all I needed to test before tomorrow. I hope you're satisfied now." He began to put the gun back where it went.

"Wait!" She blurted, louder and more desperate than she intended. Shawn was taken aback. "I mean..." She said mousily. "Did it work? I can tell it looks bigger, but is it safe? Is it gonna blow up or something? Is that as big as you meant to make it? Can you make it small again? Sorry, I'm kind of dumb and don't really understand how it works or any of the science behind it. Could a smart guy like you make me feel at ease and explain it to a silly girl like me?" Shawn's ego flared again.

He held the device in his hands and turned to face her, delaying the return of the ray to its home. "That's a lot of questions for someone who isn't even supposed to be here." He paused. "Hell you seem just as interested in this stuff as your boyfriend. But I'm in such a good mood after the test worked, what the hell. First off, it worked just like it was supposed to. We had done the calibrations for this specific fruit with the hopes that the energy input over the time we alloted for would result in about a three times gain in overall mass. It looks like we've achieved that. Secondly, it's totally safe. All this GRP has done is deliver the proper nutrients and signals to tell the apple to 'grow' in a sense. The ray signals the cells in the organic material to accept the nutrients in the beam, get absorbed, and the cells then go through forced mitosis. The longer the beam stays on the organic matter, the longer the cells continue to go through the multiplication. So healthy cells make more healthy cells and result in growth. There are settings to localize the beam on different parts of the organic matter, so like you can make a giant banana without having a peel that's thicker than tree bark. It's just all in the settings." He seems so proud of his work. "Oh, and no, we can't shrink it down. We haven't worked even a little on the hypothesis of sucking the nutrients back out. Once it's big, it's big. Which is good for what we need it for." She liked that answer.

While her mind was racing with all the new information that had just been mansplained to her, Shawn twirled the raygun around like a six-shooter and pretended to fire a shot at Stacy before blowing on the tip, mimicking a cowboy in an old western. She opened her arms wide as if pretending (hoping) to be shot. Shawn just stared her down and gave her a puzzled look. "I wasn't gonna use it on you, Stace. Don't worry." Worry was the last thing on her mind as she gave a nervous giggle in reply.

"I know that. Of course you're not. You wouldn't want me to become more woman than you could handle." She batted her eyelashes at him and gave another silly giggle. "But..." She pressed on, "...what would have happened if you did?"

"Well trials on animals don't start for another few months at least. I mean, I've been tinkering with the settings for it sure, but we'd have to start with like bugs and mice and stuff first." Stacy stuck out her bottom lip.

"And here I thought you could help me get a little bit...bigger." She said accentuating the last word as she stuck out her tiny chest towards Shawn. "How about just a teensy bit? I could be the perfect test subject. I'm right here and I'm ready and we don't have to tell anybody. You said the apple was safe and you've been fiddling with the settings for animals. I'm an animal Shawn. Shoot me. Show me what that big brain of yours can do with that gun you've got there. Pretty please?" She laced her fingers together and pleaded her best.

"I guess it couldn't hurt." Shawn replied nervously. "I know it'll work and as long as I'm only growing you the smallest bit, no one should know. Stacy squealed with delight as she skipped over to the pedestal the apple was resting on. She picked it up with both hands and hefted it's weight a few times before gingerly setting it down and taking its place in the blast zone. She kicked her feet back and forth like am excited school girl while Shawn fiddled with the settings.

Meanwhile, you were tearing up the road doing eighty-five trying to get to the lab as quickly as possible. You had finally pulled up as Shawn had finished dialing in the machine.

"Alright, I've set it to all the proper specifications. It should work just fine on you and it should only add an inch. Two at the most. Are you ready?" Shawn seemed overconfident in his abilities, but after growing the fruit and also being spurred on by this small cutie in front of him, he couldn't not be.

"You have no idea." She replied, feeling the arousal flood her body at the prospect of finally getting to grow. "Hit me!" She demanded, opening her arms wide like before.

"Standby." Shawn began. "We're recording. First animal subject. Set for twenty seconds at one to two inches. On my mark in three, two, one. Engage." Pulling the trigger, the beam shot out and hit Stacy square in the chest. Immediately her whole body was flooded with an intense euphoria as each cell drank in the nutrients and received the signal to divide and multiply. 'Fuck. It's happening! It's really happening! I feel it!' Her whole body felt hot. Every nerve vibrating with pleasure, every neuron screaming for more. Her time was almost out though. She was too lost in the pleasure to hear Shawn counting down. "Disengage in three, two on-" just then you threw open the door to the lab after using the backup access panel to get in.

"Shawn, what the fuck are you doing?!" You screamed. Shawn meanwhile was focused on you now and failed to switch off the device after the alloted time. Stacy squirmed in pleasure as she felt her clothing grow tight against her expanding body. She tried as hard as she could not to moan or cry out or draw any attention to herself so she could grow as long as possible.

"I can explain! I wanted to make sure that everything was ready for the demonstration tomorrow so I was going to try it out and then your girl wanted me to make her a little bigger and

.." Shawn returned his focus to Stacy now, who has been basking in the beam for upwards of a minute by now. "Disengage!" He said frantically as he turned off the beam.

Stacy was taking up a considerable amount more of the pedestal than before. Even sitting, you could tell that your ex had grown substantially. "Mmmmph. Thanks Shawn. That was incredible. Even better than I could have imagined. She stood up and the seams on her jeans split. "Fuck that's hot. I outgrew my damn pants. Oh hi Brad." She said nonchalant as she strutted with her new, longer legs over to Shawn. She had grow. About a whole foot and was now slightly taller than the man holding the gun. "What do you think?" She asked, giving him a little twirl.

"I think I messed up and made you too big. I'm sorry! You only wanted to be a teensy bit bigger and now you're taller your boyfriend." He looked so small and pitiful to her while apologizing.

"Who, him?" She gestured over to you. "Oh he broke up with me earlier today. I'm actually single now if you think you can handle all this, big boy." She was still incredibly aroused, but she wanted so much more. "Oh and don't worry about holding down the trigger for longer on accident. I think that was for the best. After all, I'm not done. I want you to turn it up and hit me again."

"Stacy, what are you-" you began, but she quickly cut you off.

"Shut the fuck up Brad. I've been waiting years for this little project of yours to finally become a reality. I've always dreamed about becoming bigger. I've fantasized about it since I was a little girl. And up until now I've never felt like anything more than a little girl and certainly never been treated as anything more than such. But now you've finally helped me become so much more! Too bad we aren't together anymore though. Truly. This new body of mine feels like it could have really given you a good time. Growing has really turned me on!" She rubbed her hand over the remains of her denims before tearing them away to reavel the tightest soaked pair of pink panties, holding on for dear life. She then turned her attention back to Shawn. "Now Shawn, I'm not going to tell you again. Hit me." She took another step closer to him as he tried to back away but found himself cornered against a wall of the lab. Stacy struck like a snake and placed her hand over Shawn's on the gun. She placed the nozzle straight against her top, which could barely contain her still hardly sizable bust, and squeezed his hand against the trigger.

The beam shot out directly into her chest as the pleasure exploded once more through her cells. "Mmmph! Yes! There it is again! I don't have to hold back about how fucking good this feels now!" She let out a loud moan as the growth resumed. Panting and pressing against Shawn, she humped the air as her cells responded to the beam. You ran over to try and break the connection, but Stacy was too strong now. In her euphoric state, adrenaline surging through her, she kicked you clear across the room, knocking the air out of your lungs. As she lifted her leg to send you flying, her panties tore away, utterly defeated by her growing hips.

At eight feet, the pleasure had finally built up to be too much. Stacy released her grasp on the ray and fell backwards, spasming in orgasmic bliss as the beam was finally shut off from Shawn. She topped out at nine feet tall, taking up a significant amount of the floor as she came down from her high. Meanwhile you looked on from the other side of the room as your ex lover shook and cooed at her own magnificence.

This was your one chance you thought to yourself. "Shawn!" You croaked with what little air remained in your lungs. He broke away from his fixation on the post climax giant before him to look at his floored coworker. You made a key turning gesture towards him to signal him to lock the device away. He quickly turned away from Stacy and made a dash for the case. As soon as she realized what was happening and shot to her feet.

"No!" She screamed, lunging after Shawn as he shut and locked the device away inside a metal gun safe. "Open it! I'm not finished!" She roared trying to intimidate Shawn with her sheer magnitude.

"No way!" Shawn said, clearly oblivious to the predicament that you were both currently in. "We outnumber you two to one, and now that the GRP is safely locked away, we wont let you get any bigger than you already are! Look at you! You're like ten feet tall!"

"I know! Stacy bellowed with glee, "It's amazing! I feel so so good! No more 'little firecracker.' No more submissive pixie girlfriend. No more shy reserved daughter." She swung her arm into Shawn then as you were finally gaining the ability to breathe again. He only flew a few feet, but he hit the ground with a hard thud. As you began to crawl towards her, she put both of her arms on the gun safe, violently pulling at the handle to no avail. Then she spotted you.

"Help me open this, wont you honey?" She said, feigning sweetness. She picked you up with two hands by the back of your shirt and pressed your face against the cold steel front of the safe. She put her face right next to your ear as she whispered. "Don't make me make you. You know I can."

You felt her big strong hand pressing into your back. You knew she was strong enough to break you at this point. You were cursing Shawn under your breath for letting things get this out of hand. You were cursing yourself for letting her trick you out of your keycard in the first place. She increased the pressure against your back again in an attempt to force you into compliance. And then you did. "Ok." you muttered, defeated. You pressed the code into the safe and the light on it turned from red to green as you heard the lock click open. Stacy tossed you aside like rubbish and then opened the safe. Now, for the first time, she held the gun solely in her hands. You and Shawn were both struggling to get back on your feet as the mini giantess fussed with the settings.

"It's really intuitive once you get into it." She said out loud as she started turning all the dials way up past their recommended limits. "It does help that I got to skim through your notes honey." She smirked, looking down at you. She was getting aroused again at how much further she would be looking down at you very shortly. "And adjust this for my tits. This for my muscle mass. This for...well all of me. Setting the timer to automatically shut off after...never." She giggled as she rigged the gun to never stop after it was switched on. "Now I just set it up here out of the boys' reach aaaaand." She got into position and flipped the switch. Immediately the whole room glowed with the brightness emanating from the gun as it funneled an otherworldly amount of energy directly into Stacy's chest.

Her whole body burned in an inferno of pleasure as her cells struggled to take in the nutrients and information from the beam. "Aaaah, it feels so good! Fuck! I feel like my each of my cells is getting themselves off to this fucking feeling! All of her muscles contracted as the cells drank in enough energy to burst. Her whole body glowed the color of the beam as she felt her orgasm start to build. Then, in recognition of the beams orders, all her cells started to multiply at an exponential rate. Her body doubled to twenty feet as she doubled over to not break though the roof. Then she doubled again, lifting the gun and cradling it in her hand as she destroyed the building that previously caged her. Shawn was crushed by the debris, but a steel girder protected you as the sides of the building collapsed around you. All you could see was smoke and falling rubble, but your ears were ringing with the laughter and moans of your power-drunk ex girlfriend.

"More more more! She screamed as she stood up to her full height of 50 feet, the GRP shooting out from her hands at her as she held it gingerly away from herself. She doubled again to one hundred feet and took a few steps in the opposite direction from where you were trapped, crushing everything underfoot. 'She doesn't even feel the lives she's taking' You thought to yourself as your manic pixie giant doubled again.

"Bigger!" She cried as she doubled again to two-hundred feet now before the gun sputtered out and stopped. Dropping the gun and then dropping on her ass, Stacy began to vigorously touch herself, making sure to relish in the pleasure of her new size before the euphoria wore off. She cupped her finally stable breasts, squirming and moaning as her juices flooded the crushed city in front of her.

Finally coming back to reality, Stacy looked around. "Oh boyfriend!" She called out lovingly. "Where are you? I need you to make me another one of those rayguns because that one broke. I'm still not done!" She gave a giant pout before looking at the rubble, picking you out of it, and bringing you close to her face. "You don't have a problem with that, right dear? Not that you have a choice either."

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Too Close

Javier Peña x fem!reader

Part two

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Eight o’clock sharp, you’re standing in the small apartment lobby, staring at the faded paint on the walls chipping. Your outfit of your first day at your new job is simple and classy—or you hope so, at least. A short, white, plaid pencil skirt combined with formal but comfortable shoes, and a plain white button-up blouse that shows your midriff. Your hair is down, just washed, styled in that way that makes you feel most confident.

You’re still nervous. Nervous off your fucking ass. And the prospect of seeing Javi, of having him take you to work, of spending time with him…It makes you flustered. He’s handsome, he’s witty, he’s kind. From what little you’ve met of him until now, he’s just your type.

But…

But he’s older. He’s much older. He must be what? Thirty-four? Thirty-five? Thirty six? Somewhere in between, you guess. And why would a man like him even glance at you? You’re a kid to him. He’s almost twice your age. What are you thinking?

You hear a door opening and keys jingling. A moment later, Javi walks to the lobby in a red button-up tucked into his jeans, a belt holding them up. He’s wearing a jacket and a tie, and he looks…

Fuck, he looks hot, you think, trying not to think about it.

“Mornin’,” he greets, those dark eyes taking in your outfit.

You feel yourself growing a little uneasy, shifting your weight around a tad. “Is this okay?” you ask of your outfit. “Does it get too cold here?”

He shakes his head. “Your outfit’s fine,” he tells you. “But I might need to take you out into the field with me sometimes, and it would probably be better for you to wear something that’s comfortable in case we need to stay out all day.”

You pause. “You're gonna take me into the field?” Your voice should be afraid; instead, you're delighted.

He chuckles. “No where too dangerous,” he promises. “Just little meetings with sources. Nothing for you to worry about. Besides, I'll be there to keep you safe.”

You smile softly. “My grandpa never let the other agents take me out onto the field. He was too afraid of me getting in harm’s way, I guess.”

“Dealing with sources isn't really that dangerous,” he tells you as he places a hand on the small of your back to lead you to the underground parking lot of the building. Tingles brush up your spine. “Worst parts are when we burst into coke labs or hideouts, stuff like that.”

“They're also the most exciting, I bet,” you say. “I mean, dangerous, obviously. But the adrenaline…”

He chuckles. “It's only exciting if you survive,” he points out. “Usually there are more funerals than celebrations after those kinds of raids.”

You're silent for a second. “I…Yeah, you're right.” Your voice turns soft, pensive. Of course it's not some game. What are you thinking? You're seeing it from a journalist’s perspective, not from a DEA agent’s. Raids make great stories, sure. But having to participate in those raids…

You have to keep reminding yourself that you’re now a member of the DEA, not a journalist. The world isn’t only about telling stories now, it’s about living them.

Javier leads you to his car and opens the passenger door for you. Immediately, you're blushing again, nervous and flattered. You stutter out a thank-you and Javi chuckles smoothly.

He gets in the driver's seat and, oh, God, if you thought he was hot, watching him drive just about sends you hurling over the edge. The way his aviators give him a mysterious hue, the early-morning sunlight shining through the window as he drives you through Colombia…

His nose, his lips, his jawline…Oh, you want to kiss it all. Kiss his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips. Oh, those lips…

You realize you're staring when Javi glances at you, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You alright there?” he chuckles.

You blush, snapping your head away, glancing out the windshield. “Y-yeah. Fine. I'm just…trying to get a bearing of my surroundings, y'know. I'm gonna have to drive to the embassy myself eventually,” you say quickly, hoping your voice doesn't quiver as much as you think it does.

“I wouldn't mind driving you every morning,” he says casually, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift. “We leave the same building and get to the same place. Problem would be when we each gotta go our separate ways.”

“Yeah.” You nod. “You work late?” you ask, out of curiosity more than anything.

He chuckles, a sound somewhere between amused and endeared. As if you were a child asking some silly little question. “You…could say that.”

You bite your lower lip, wanting to ask more, but you don't want him to think you're a naïve little girl. You're twenty-three. Not a child.

He's almost twice my age, you think, of course he sees me as a child.

*

Javi glances at you, noticing the slight pinch between your eyebrows. Did he say something wrong? Did he make you uncomfortable? He has the feeling you want to say more, to ask more. What's holding you back?

“I usually don't have a very regular schedule,” he tells you, hoping to ease your nerves. “It depends a lot on the narcos since we gotta take ‘em by surprise and we never really know where they're gonna be. So we gotta seize any opportunity we get.”

You nod. “Right. It's…Is it stressful? Always guessing where they're gonna be?”

“More than stressful, it's frustrating,” he responds. “Every time we think we're close, they vanish like thin air. Especially Escobar. He's a real tough motherfucker. Careful, ingenious. It's like chasing shadows. Every time we go after him, it's as if he already knows it.”

You pause, turn to him as he stops at a red light. “Every time?” you question.

He nods. “Yeah. We've barely even been close.”

“And you've made sure there are no leaks within the DEA? Or the Colombian military? Because it's a little odd that he can always predict your next move.”

Javier's eyes widen. Of course. How could he not think of that? There's probably someone playing for both sides. A mole filtering information to Escobar. But it would have to be someone close, someone who knows all of their plans.

It's not Carrillo. Carrillo is fully trustworthy, Javier is sure of that. But maybe someone on the Search Bloc, someone new…

He gives you a little smile. “Smart thinkin’,” he tells you. “It would've never occurred to me.”

You shrug as if dismissing your great idea. “I'm a journalist. My work depends on sources and info leaks.”

Smart, gorgeous, witty, humble…

Javier tries to keep himself in check. You're everything a man would want.

But not him. He shouldn't want you. You're so young, there are so many guys out there who would be better for you. He knows that. But, God, what he wouldn't give to get a taste of you…

*

The day flies by—no, the weeks fly by. Between doing your investigations, adjusting to the new work environment, getting used to living on your own, learning Spanish, and trying not to think about Javier, a month passes in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly you have an established routine, suddenly you're settled in. Suddenly you understand more Spanish and your accent decreases slightly. Suddenly, Colombia is becoming a home to you.

But the deeper you fall into Colombia, the deeper you realize it's a war zone. A small-scale kind of war zone. Sicarios—hitmen—make people disappear without anyone noticing for days.

Only reason you know is because those people are usually your sources.

Javier was right about the work being more frustrating than stressful. It's like sand, slipping right through your fingers. No matter how hard you try to hold onto it, it just seeps away.

You make progress. You know you do. But most days, it doesn't feel like it. Javier and his partner, Steve Murphy, they both respect you. They appreciate you and your contribution to the team. Carrillo, the Colombian coronel, does too. But other men…they're a little sensitive about having a woman working with them.

They doubt you. They catcall you. They assume you got the job by sleeping with some higher-ups. And it pisses you off. You wanna punch them all, curse them, call them out for the disgusting pigs they are.

But you don't. You keep your calm. You're better than them and you know it—they know it. That's why they're anrgy with you. You threaten them. Your presence, your abilities, make them feel insecure. And that brings you a very much deserved wave of satisfaction.

Every new piece of information you bring in, the prouder you are of yourself. Until you realize Escobar keeps getting farther and farther away from the DEA. He buys and kills his way through life, opening himself a pretty little path, a red carpet rolled out at his feet.

Some days, you're upbeat. You feel you're moments away from catching the drug lords. But other days, you feel like you came down to Colombia for nothing.

Today is one of those days.

Late afternoon, everyone leaving the office after yet another failed raid. The warehouse had been emptied even before the DEA team was on its way there.

There's a mole, you think as you put away files with months’ worth of information. There has to be a mole. Someone is talking. Someone is ratting us out. But who?

You exhale thickly, a dull ache spreading behind your eyes. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Fuck,” you mutter, stressed, annoyed, frustrated.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You grab a file with a big, red stamp on the front that reads deceased—one of your sources just recently killed by sicarios—and aggressively toss it in the trash can. As if that would solve all your issues.

You don't realize he's standing in the office until he sighs. “Tough day, huh?”

You turn around, jumping a little, to find Javier there. He looks almost as pissed as you must look. More, probably. He's already been here for years and Escobar is still running free.

“Understatement,” you mutter, turning away from him. You grab another file, open it. You read the name. Some Francisco something. You grab a large stamp and press it onto the front page so the word deceased is now there in big, bold letters. You toss that into the trash too.

Javier approaches you slowly. You can feel his presence burning behind you, like warm sun on your nape, and it makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Some of us are going for a drink,” he tells you, voice light and casual. “Just in case you wanna join us.”

You turn to him. “Who's going?”

*

Me and you, Javier thinks. Just us.

“Alright, fine. I'm going,” he says, chuckling softly, smoothly. “There's a bar downtown that I like to frequent when I don't have the best days. And you—no offense—but you look like you could use a drink.”

A small smile appears on your lips. He wants to kiss the corner where your mouth curls.

He can see it in your eyes, you're thinking it through. Weighing the decision. Maybe if he tips the scale a little…

“On me,” he adds, giving you a little smirk. “Y'know. Just a little something to take the edge off.”

Your smile broadens and he knows he's succeeded.

“Alright,” you agree. “You're driving.”

You don't have to say it. It's become the default. Even though the embassy finally delivered your own car, Javi keeps driving you to and from work. Unless he knows he's going to have to stay out later or go through with a raid in the middle of the night, he always insists you let him drive you.

You always politely tell him it's fine, that you can do it yourself, but he doesn't want you to do it yourself. He wants to drive you. Wants to have you sitting in the passenger seat of his car. Wants to hear you hum along to the songs on the radio. That's become the highlight of his day—you have become the highlight of his every single fucking day.

And he hates himself for it. What is he thinking? You're half his age, you can do so much better than him. He's broken, tarnished. He doesn't need to drag you down with him.

But the way your eyes light up when you see him. The smiles you give him. The way his name rolls off your tongue.

Good God, how many times has he spent too long in the shower, one hand braced against the cold tiles as the water falls onto his back while his other hand fists his cock? Head down, hair wet, eyes shut tight as he thinks of you, of the way you say his name. Your little skirts and gorgeous eyes. Your soft, sweet lips…

Over and over, he spills his release onto the shower wall, thick white ropes that trickle down the drain. He does it until it hurts, until the warm water runs cold, until there’s no more of his come to spend. And yet, no matter how much he does it, it's never enough.

Nothing is enough. Not cold showers, not jerking off for hours, not sleeping with his usual hookers and imagining you. Nothing does it.

If it's not you, it'll never be enough.

He takes you to a small club. A private, luxurious little place. Both of you are still in your work clothes. He watches you remove your blazer and are left in a pretty top and a skirt. You let your hair down, untuck your blouse from your skirt, and suddenly you look different. You look free. And Javier's heart skips because he now feels like he has the opportunity to take you home. To lead you to his bed. To spread your legs and let himself finally taste you, feel you, fuck you…

He leads you to a booth in a corner, comfortable and a little more private than other tables, and you sit across from each other.

He watches you, saying nothing as you look around, studying your surroundings. Music is playing softly in the background, people are talking, glasses are tinkling. But he can only focus on you.

You turn to him, a small smile on your face, those beautiful eyes almost shining. “So, as a regular here, I bet you know the menu by heart. What drink would you recommend?”

He chuckles. “I like to take my whiskey. Not a big fan of fancy, elaborate drinks.” He eyes you for a second, purposely letting the tension grow. “But I'd suggest you order a piña colada. Something sweet for you sweet, little thing.”

Javier notes the blush that forms on your cheeks and he feels proud of himself. He didn't take it too far, just a small flirtatious comment. And already you're all flustered.

God, the look on your face if he were to fuck you in front of a mirror, if he'd spread your legs to see your wet pussy, if he'd touch you, kiss you…

Fuck.

He starts getting hard, his cock bulging against the seam of his pants. He slightly adjusts his jeans to relieve the pressure a little.

A waitress comes over and takes your order. Your drinks arrive not long after.

“How are you adjusting to life down here?” he asks you, sipping his whiskey. Bitter, cold. Just how he likes it.

You sip your piña colada, removing the little umbrella on it. “Well enough,” you reply. “Only thing I still struggle with is the language a little.”

He nods in understanding even though he speaks Spanish fluently. He grew up with both languages, he hadn't been forced to learn from zero.

“You'll be able to get it,” he assures. “You're a quick learner. If Steve was able to learn, you're certain to nail it.”

You laugh and he chuckles. He likes that too, he realizes. Your laugh, the way the corners of your eyes crinkle, the shine in your gaze, the way the sound resonates from your mouth.

Suddenly it's a little hotter in the club and for the first time in a really long time, Javier feels nervous around a woman.

*

You like the way he looks at you. Those dark eyes taking you in as if he can't afford to miss a single detail about you.

Smiling a little coyly, you take another sip from your piña colada. It's so sweet.

Something sweet for you sweet, little thing.

Butterflies burst in your stomach. You gaze back up at him. He meets your gaze for a moment before looking away.

He reaches for his tie, undoes it with one hand, starts tugging it off.

Good God…

You press your thighs together. The tiniest of gestures and yet he looks so fucking hot doing it.

You wish he'd tie you up with that tie, pinyou to the bed, take what he wants…

Mind out of the gutter, you tell yourself. Mind out of the gutter.

As the night goes on, you both talk about everything and anything. The conversation doesn't dry up. It just flows. It's odd how much chemistry you two have, it's almost like you'd be perfect together.

But you work together. But he's much older. What would people say? What will happen when—if you were ever to be more than coworkers? More than friends?

No, don't think about that. It won't happen. He's just being kind, taking out the new girl to help her. It doesn't mean anything.

But you doubt yourself. The way he's looking at you, those dark eyes, that intense gaze…You could swear there's more to this than mere kindness.

As the night grows darker, the music gets louder. People start moving onto the dance floor, the lights dim. As the sounds rise in volume, you and Javi sit closer to be able to hear one another.

And suddenly everything shifts. Suddenly you're so close, suddenly the atmosphere is different, suddenly you're staring right into his eyes and he's glancing at your lips.

A soft breath leaves you. How many piña coladas have you had? This isn't you thinking, it's not you leaning closer to him. It's someone else, some other girl—confident, bold, she goes after what she wants. It's not something you would do. But this new version of you…

His lips are grazing yours now. You're so, so close to him. You can smell the cigarettes on his breath, can feel the heat of his skin. He smells of cologne and whiskey and smoke and soft musk.

“I was thinking,” you say, voice low, sultry. What's that sound? Is it the music booming or your racing heart? “You should teach me Spanish.”

“Teach you Spanish?” he asks, eyebrows pinching together. He seems confused, unsure about where you're going with this.

You nod. “Yeah. The toughest part is getting my tongue to roll the right way. And I was thinking you could show me…”

His eyes shine with realization. He understands now, you can tell. “Fuck,” he says breathlessly, voice low and thick. “C’mere.”

And then he's kissing you.

His mouth is warm, soft, and he tastes like danger.

One of his hands finds your waist, the other cups the back of your neck to pull you closer. He devours you, lips coercing yours open before his tongue slides in, tasting of whiskey.

When your tongue meets his, he groans quietly, the sound reverberating through you. The hand on your waist tightens its grip, the other one tangling in the hair at the back of your head and tugging slightly.

You gasp. He smirks. Javi pulls you closer until you're just about forced to get on his lap. You're happy to do so, straddling his hips, one hand on the back of the booth sofa to hold you up, the other one cupping his face.

When you lean your weight down on Javier, he groans, a barely-restrained sound that makes you wetter than you already are.

You can feel he's hard, his cock pressing right between your thighs. You get comfortable on his lap, the bulge in his pants right against your clit.

His hands move down to your ass slowly, testing the waters. When you don't complain, he squeezes the supple flesh, groaning into your mouth.

And it's wrong. And you know it's wrong. But you let him.

*

Fuuuuck.

Javier's mind is a blur, his every thought fogged over with the feel of you on top of him.

His cock aches for you. You're on top of him, the feeling of you on his lap is almost enough for him to jizz his pants.

Jesus fucking Christ, you're perfect. All of you is perfect. You feel so much better than he could've ever imagined.

His large hands squeeze your ass and start guiding your movements, making you grind against him. You let out a little sound, a soft, quiet moan and his hips buck up against yours. In response, you whimper, thighs tightening on either side of him.

He keeps guiding you, making you ride him through the fabric of his pants. He can feel the crotch of his jeans grow wet with his precum, his hips starting to move against yours in search of more.

More, more, more.

He wants so much more. He wants to lift up your skirt, move your panties to the side, slide his cock into you. He wants to feel you, your warm, wet pussy clenching around him…

“Fuck,” he mutters against your lips. It's not enough. It won't be enough until he fucks you. Properly fucks you.

One of his hands moves from your ass to the side of your thigh, and then between your legs. He plays with the edge of your skirt and then his hand wanders under it.

His calloused fingertips find the fabric of your panties and his cock twitches. He gently teases your folds through your underwear, feeling how wet you are already.

He pulls moan after moan from you, smirking against your mouth, swallowing your every sound.

“Javi,” you whimper, pulling away from his lips to take a heaving breath.

“Shh, angel, you don't everyone to know what we're doing now, do you?”

You shake your head softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Mmm, n-no. I just—Oh, God.”

He pushes your panties aside, rough fingers finding your bare cunt. It's so wet, the coarse hair on your skin soaked.

You jerk at the feeling of his fingers on your pussy and he chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound.

He gathers some of your slick with his middle and index fingers and spreads it all over your cunt, leaving you nice and wet so his thumb can glide over your clit in soft, neat circles.

A string of incoherent words leave you and Javi smiles. He wishes he had you in his bed right now so he could spread your folds with his fingers, look at how wet you are.

But this will have to do for now.

He slides his middle finger into you, his thumb adding more pressure on your clit as he draws mindless shapes on the needy bud.

You rock your hips against his hand, moaning, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“That's a good girl, angel,” he whispers into your ear, kissing the side of your neck. “You're doing so well. I'm gonna add another finger, yeah?”

He slides his ring finger into you as well and you throw your head back, gasping softly. He curls his fingers up to find that spot that makes you clench around his digits and he smirks.

The more he fingers you, the wetter you get, the tighter you grip him. “C'mon, angel. Come for me, yeah? Let me give you what you deserve.”

You mewl, nuzzling your face into his neck as he fucks you open with his thick fingers.

“Shh, shh. You're so close, angel. So close. Fuck, I can feel how tight you're getting.”

His words seem to spur you on because you start riding his hand faster, more eager, as if you can't get enough. And then there's a moment where your body seems to pause, your every muscle tensing, your eyes shutting tight, and then you fall over the edge.

Javi watches as you climax, the sight more beautiful than anything he's ever seen in his fucking life. He doesn't want this to be the last time he sees you like this. He'll die if he can't get more of you.

“There you go,” he whispers into your ear, helping you ride out the pleasure. “That's a good girl. Are you alright, angel?” He kisses your jaw, your neck, inhaling your soft scent.

You nod weakly. “Mhm,” you hum, shuddering a little. “‘m fine.”

“Good.” He kisses your lips softly, tasting you. God, the things he wants to do to you. He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, his body aching to taste you. You taste so sweet, so gentle, so fucking perfect.

Oh, what's he fucking doing? You're half his age. You're too good for him. He shouldn't be—

Your hands start moving to the front of his pants, palming his throbbing cock through the fabric, and suddenly Javier forgets himself. He forgets everything.

If it's not you, he doesn't care right now. He'll figure it out later. There will be time later.

So he just gives in. Just ignores everything and allows himself this moment with you.

It'll only be once. Just once, he promises himself.

Cross my heart.

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I'm so inspired while writing this omggg I just need this man so much 😭😭😭

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Summer Fling Part 5/10

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Summary - Reader has landed a research job at a marine biology lab in Portugal. She is, therefore, staying with her sister and her sister's Portuguese boyfriend for the summer holidays. There she meets Ruben Dias who is on vacation with his friends after the 2024 Euros. However, the two meet under the circumstances in which Ruben believes that Reader is a prostitute.

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Spot-finned pufferfish were your new favorite animals. Although cute, they were also very lethal, with the power to paralyze bodies ten times their own size. 

You were back at the Zoomarine, in the aquarium tank that hosted over a hundred marine life species, one of them being the spot-finned pufferfish. You were assisting Gavin to check on the lethal sea creatures. He was chasing the fish around the tank, while you documented his findings.

"Bloody bastards."

You had to shield your computer as Gavin emerged out of the water, wearing swimming goggles and a snorkel.

"I take it that they've started to reproduce?" You giggled.

"Damn straight they have, and their kids are all menaces." 

Gavin inspected a gush in his hand. It wasn't a deep cut. However, even the caressing of a pufferfish skin can be dangerous, let alone a bite.

"Here, let me." You said, setting aside your computer, grabbing some gause and a bottle of saline solution.

"At least they seem healthy."

"Well, that's good."

You inspected his hand, his finger to be exact. The cut seemed to have been made by a pufferfish baby, meaning just cleaning the wound would do.

"Perhaps next time you should join me in the tank." He laughed. "You know, help me fend for myself."

"No thank you, I'd rather dive in the ocean. I'm sure it's much cleaner."

"You dive?"

You paused to look at him.

"Like, with a scuba tank?"

You nodded. "Both my sister and I are advanced divers. It's not really a shocker since our dad is a Dive Master."

"That's awesome."

"Thank you." You smiled.

"You know, I have a boat up the coast of Albu—"

"Sorry." You said, the aggressive vibration on your phone having interrupted. Ruben's name had popped up on the screen. A text from him. It made your heart skip a beat considering that the two of you hadn't seen each other for a while because of your job. Ruben, however, made sure to stay in touch.

"Who is that, you're boyfriend?" Gavin eyed your screen.

"Erm….no." He had caught you blushing. You flipped your phone and resumed tending his wound. "It's just a friend." You mumbled. However the awkward silence between you lasted until you left the Zoomarine.

"See you monday, Y/N."

"I'll see you on monday." You waved. Usually Gavin would offer you a ride to the train station, today however, he seemed in a rush to get to his car. He drove off and left you to make your way on foot. This wasn't a problem since today, like most days, was nothing short of a sunshine paradise.

On the train you took the time to reply to Ruben's text messages as there were several of them.

Ruben: "Are you free this weekend? If you are, how about dinner?" 🤔

Ruben: "Or maybe we could just meet up at the beach club again, if that's more convenient for you?"

Ruben: "Tbh, I just wanna see you again." 😅

You grinned at the screen as you typed in your answer. You also couldn't wait to see Ruben this weekend.

********************************************

A feeling of unease washed over you upon your arrival home. Your sister's car was not in its regular parking spot down the street from your apartment building. She had left early in the morning yesterday, while you were still in bed. She had left without notice, unless you count the post it note she pinned to the refrigerator, reminding you not to piss off the mermaids at work.

Your heart raced as you walked up the path to your front door, the key trembling in your hand. You had tried to brush it off, thinking that Maki was just out with her friends or at the beach. But as the hours ticked by and there was no sign of her, your worry had grown, even more so now as you walked into an empty apartment.

You tried calling her phone, but it went straight to voicemail. You tried texting, but there was no response. And now, returning out of the front door, you could feel a sense of dread creeping over you. What if something has happened?

Your heart kept on pounding as you made your way to Diogo's house, your mind filled with worst-case scenarios. He lived all the way in Albufeira so time couldn't move slow enough as you sat on the train. If only Maki hadn't taken the car.

You had always had your doubts about Diogo, with his rough exterior and his much older age. But Maki had been so taken with him, and you had tried to be supportive. But now, as you stood outside his front door, you couldn't help but wonder if he knew something that you didn't. You took a deep breath and knocked, your heart racing as you waited for an answer. You knew that you had to find out what had happened to your sister, and you were prepared to do whatever it took to bring her home safely.

"Sim?"

You flinched as the door flung open, Diogo occupying its frame. He regarded you with usual mysterio, his expression unreadable.

"Is my sister here?" You said, clenching your purse.

"No." He muttered and almost closed the door on you had you not lunged forward, preventing him. 

"Well, where is she, do you know?"

Diogo regarded you with furrowed brows, not expecting you to speak to him with such command.

"Well?"

"Work." He grunted and once again tried to close the door on you.

"What work?" You said, pushing the door open once more. But this time Diogo had enough and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you inside of his house, shutting the door behind you.

"Why do you ask?" He huffed.

Your head shifted in panic, searching for a way out since Diogo's giant body stood blocking the door. "She's been gone for two days now, haven't you noticed?"

He chuckled, showing off his severely bleached teeth. "Like I said, your sister is at work."

"What work!" You shouted this time.

"Does it matter? All you need to know is that she works for me."

"That's it…." You marched towards the door, even if it meant that you had to push past him. "...If you can't tell me where she is I'm sure the police can help me—"

You gasped as Diogo grabbed you by the arm again, this time slamming your back against the front door. "Não me teste, filha da puta." (Do not test me, bitch) His breath was in your face, the smell of alcohol almost unbearable. 

"Vai-te foder." (go fuck yourself). You spat.

His eyes widened, along with the grip around your arm that loosened. He then reached for something in his back pocket, which you were almost sure to be a knife. However, the screen of his phone lit up his face, as he typed in an unknown number. Soon a female voice sparked through the other end. "Hello, baby?"

Diogo shoved the phone in your hand. "Aqui, fale com ela." (Here, speak to her.)

"M…Maki?"

"Y/N? What are you….is everything okay?"

"Is everything okay?" You frowned. "Where the hell are you, you've been gone for two days without telling me."

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I'm at work, I don't have my phone."

"What work?" You asked, since you had always assumed that your sister was unemployed, living off her sugar daddy of a boyfriend.

"I work at the beach club. Didn't Diogo tell you that?"

"He did not." You looked to where he had gone to sit on a sofa in the corner of the room. He looked at you, amused by what he saw.

"Anyway. "Don't worry about me Y/N. I'll be home tomorrow. Love you!" And with that she hung up the phone. There had been loud music playing in the background. Perhaps Diogo had been telling the truth. Your sister worked for him at the beach club.

"Happy now?" He smiled. An oily smile that disgusted you more than anything. 

You were quick to toss him his phone and walk out the door. You rushed down the street, away from the quiet but fancy neighborhood that he lived in. You made it all the way back to the train station. There you dug up your phone and dialed the number of the only person you felt like you could trust in this foreign country that you found yourself in. "Ruben? It's me.....Is there a chance that I can stay with you tonight?"

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🐰 25 with frank castle!

Hello! Sorry this took so long, and congratulations on being my first Frank Castle fic!

Frank Castle x Reader- Jumpscare

Prompt: I can't smile, I'm mad

CW: Established relationship, F!Reader, written in 2nd person, reader referred to as "you". Body shape, hair colour, eye colour left ambiguous

Summary: You're home by yourself and watching a scary movie. Frank comes home after being gone for awhile. Chaos ensues.

You should’ve known better than to watch a scary movie when you were home alone. But Frank was still away, there was nothing else on and you were already too invested to turn it off.

Which is how you found yourself, up past midnight and still watching the hapless teens meet their doom at the hands of a knife wielding killer. Your black lab mix, Riley, was loyally snuggled against your side, fast asleep and completely indifferent to your growing anxiety. You ran a hand down his back, mindlessly working your fingers into his soft fur to try and soothe yourself. It didn’t have the desired effect however, since you nearly jumped a foot in the air as the movie killer leapt out from a closet onscreen and snared yet another victim.

Riley jumped with you, his head jolting up and a soft growl rising in his throat as he looked around for the hidden threat. You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself, reaching down to rumple the dog’s ears to try and calm the both of you.

“Sorry boy, just the TV.”

Your dog stared up at you for a moment, before letting out a heavy sigh. You could almost hear the annoyance in the sound, as if Riley couldn’t believe you’d woken him up for something so stupid. You watched as he shifted position and tucked his muzzle beneath his paws, most likely trying to block out any further interference with his sleep.

“I hope your Dad comes back soon” you said, half to Riley and half to yourself “I always get so jumpy when he’s gone.”

The movie certainly wasn’t helping. Every creepy sound effect from the TV seemed to echo back at you from somewhere in the apartment, and you kept glancing over your shoulder as though you expected the killer to pop out the second you looked away. You thought about texting or calling Karen, knowing your friend’s cheerful disposition would soothe you instantly, but decided against it when you remembered how late it was. Even though you knew Karen would answer right away, you didn’t want to disturb her. She was so busy with her new job at the paper, and it was your fault for putting yourself in this position anyway.

“Watcha watching?”

“Jesus SHIT” you shrieked, flying from the couch the second you felt a breath ghost against your ear. Riley, good boy that he was, followed suit, barking for all he was worth and doing his best to get a grip on the slippery hardwood so he could put himself between you and the intruder.

Said intruder however, was none other than Frank Castle. He was standing behind the couch, eyes wide and hands held up in a submissive gesture. A bag of takeout from your favourite Thai place hung from one wrist, and his keys were still in the opposite hand, which told you he’d just come in. How had you not heard him?

“Frank!” you yelped, reaching down to grab a pillow from the couch and lob it at his head “What is WRONG with you?!”

Frank ducked, the pillow barely grazing his ear as it flew past. He was upright again in seconds, years of Marine training giving him reflexes you could only dream of.

“Hey now” he said, a lopsided smile already tugging at the corners of his mouth “Is that any way to greet your husband?”

A sigh buzzed past your lips as you sank back down onto the sofa, your heart pounding a mile a minute in your ears. Riley, upon realizing it was Frank and not the Boogeyman, had stopped barking and was now doing a happy dance towards his master. Frank smiled down at the big dog, setting the bag of takeout on a end table next to the couch and kneeling down so he could greet Riley properly.

“Hey mutt” he said, his voice soft as he rumpled the dog’s ears “You been taking good care of your Mom for me?”

Riley squinted up at Frank, his tongue lolling out in a doggy grin as his tail wagged a mile a minute, nearly catatonic with delight. Yes he seemed to be saying Please tell me a did a good job because I tried so hard.

Frank gave the dog’s side a couple more affectionate pats before rising and turning to glance in your direction. You could feel his eyes tracing your profile, but you refused to meet his gaze. Instead, you bit your lip and stared resolutely at the TV, though the credits on your movie had started to roll.

“Babe?”

Nope. You weren’t going to look at him. Yes, he had been gone for at least a week and you had missed him so bad it hurt, but after that entrance he was going to have to work his way back into your good graces.

“Hey. Babe, look at me.”

The sudden closeness of Frank’s voice finally made you look up. He was leaning in front of you, his hands braced against the back of the couch so his arms made a cage around your torso. You could smell his aftershave and the coffee he must’ve drunk on the way home. It was a potent cocktail that made you want to grab hold of his collar and kiss him stupid, but you held fast.

“I haven’t seen you since last Saturday. Doesn’t that at least get me a smile or something?”

You ducked your head down, trying to hide your face from Frank’s probing gaze.

“I can’t smile, I’m mad”

Frank chuckled, the sound a deep rumble in his throat, before grabbing hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He paused for a moment, gauging your reaction to the touch and waiting to see if you’d jerk away. When you didn’t, he gently tilted your face upwards so his eyes met yours.

You wanted to tell Frank to fuck off, that he was a jerk for scaring you and he wasn’t getting shit until he apologized, but any response you may have come up with vanished the instant his lips met yours. You melted into the kiss so quickly it was almost embarrassing. Within seconds, you had thrown your arms around Frank’s neck, clinging to him as though he was gone a year instead of just a week. Your eagerness wasn’t lost on Frank, and he pressed at the seam of your lips with his tongue, tightening his grip on your waist when you moaned in response.

You were about to open your mouth and reciprocate, when Riley pushed himself between your bodies, breaking off the kiss to give out some of his own. The two of you laughed as the big dog eagerly licked your faces, re-establishing himself as the centre of attention where he rightfully belonged.

“Ah, you missed me.” Frank said as he plopped down on the far side of the couch, leaving room so Riley could still sit in the middle. The big dog sprawled out as soon as Frank settled, his head in his master’s lap with his rear facing towards you for maximum pat potential. You happily obliged, scratching the spot between his hips you knew he loved.

“No way” you shot back, unable to keep the smile off your lips “I’m mad at you, remember?”

“Oh yeah? Well, you don’t kiss like someone who’s mad.”

You let out a snort and threw another pillow in Frank’s direction. He caught it nimbly instead of ducking this time, and leaned forward to tuck it behind his head. Once he was comfy, he held a hand out in your direction, loosely open with the palm up. With a sigh, you grabbed the remote from the nearest side table and handed it to him, turning back to grab the bag of takeout as he started to channel surf.

“You in the mood for another movie?” you asked as you placed the various Styrofoam containers on the coffee table. Like an idiot, you’d skipped dinner in favour of snacking on popcorn and the smell of the sai oua and fried rice almost had you drooling.

“I dunno,” Frank replied, his eyes trained on the screen “It all looks like horror stuff. You up for that?”

“Yeah. It’s not so scary when you’re here to protect me.”

[holly-fixation]

Chapter 11: A Night in Midgar

Summary: Sephiroth learns that he has a child, a lab made specimen existing under the same terrible conditions he was raised in. In a moment of pure rage, he rescues his child. However, his fate has long been sealed, but the child’s fate is unknown. 

Never did he expect the cadet that killed him to take responsibility for the heir of His planet. 

Inspired by various asks to @rottenpumpkin13

Please enjoy!

Chapter 11: A night in Midgar

“Here you are. Apartment 202. We'll pick up the key from the landlady tomorrow morning,” Tifa presented their final destination. “You'll be able to lock it from the inside until then.”

“What does she know about us?” Cloud didn't miss a beat. They couldn't afford to take more chances. 

She jerked back a bit at the sudden question. “Well, I said I had a reliable friend looking for a place to stay. Was that too much?” 

Cloud shook his head. He glanced at the silent child at his side before gesturing to the last door on the floor. “So who's in that one?”

Tifa hesitantly turned to apartment 203 before holding her hands in front of her and turning back. “That’s… You know what, I’ll introduce you in the morning. He won't cause any trouble and it's really late.”

“Thanks, Tifa.”

“If you need anything, just knock on my door. Okay?”

He nodded, and she returned to her room. Mako blue eyes stared at the hanging 201, realizing just how much she changed. And how much he missed her. 

He barely had the chance to reach for the door before the little girl went inside. 

The small apartment was set up the same way as Tifa’s; a sink and mirror behind the door, a toilet and shower closet, a nightstand, a bed on the opposite side with a single sheet and pillow.

Cloud stepped in. The girl immediately closed and locked the door. 

“Take the bed. I'll take the sheet,” Sera commanded as she began removing the lone fabric from the mattress.

Cloud's brows furrowed. “Absolutely not-”

“Are you gonna shower? You smell like mako.”

“Sera, you're not sleeping on the floor.”

“Cloud, you just returned from a mission. You need better rest than I do.”

“You're still growing.”

Reptilian eyes glared. 

“I know it's not fair but it's true. We can just share the bed.” He crossed his arms. 

The little girl said nothing and grabbed his arm. 

The icy feeling in his spine and the burning in the back of his mind returned. 

She let go, the feeling thawing immediately, and shook her head before sighing. “...Please just take a shower…”

“Sera.”  He scolded with a single name. 

Sera froze for a moment before yanking the fabric and diving under the bed frame. 

Cloud sighed, dropping his arms. “Sera, get out from under the bed.”

“No. If you're gonna treat me like a child, then I'm going to act like a child. You haven't listened to me once since we got to Midgar and I'm tired. Can you at least let me have this?”

He grabbed the frame of the bed, but she grabbed the springs underneath and stared daggers into him, the threat as silent as it was obvious. Another exhale left his lips. They were already staying the night rent free tonight. They couldn't afford trouble. “Okay. Fine. I’ll shower, but we're discussing this when I get out.”

“Fine.”

Cloud slipped the lone pillow under the bed as well before heading into the small bathroom and letting out a sigh of relief. Okay, maybe he did need this instead of heading straight to bed. Does he really smell like mako? He might be used to it. 

Cloud turned on the water, noting if he was just a few inches taller, he would have to shower on his knees. The shower head was so low. Maybe it was easier for the landlady to replace it that way. 

He removed his armor and clothing, testing the heat before stepping in. The running water down his back was the perfect massage after their traveling and his mission. He felt the mako leave his skin before even grabbing the small bar of soap. 

He regretted not telling Tifa the whole truth. It was so obvious. Why did he think he could hide who Sera's father was? Why did he think that would help? Everything was technically true, but that wasn't fair to Tifa after all the kindness she showed them. But how could he risk saying the truth in public?

Gods he was so stupid. He never said the right thing around Tifa and always felt like speaking was worse than silence. 

His mind drifted to the battles of the mission, to what he should work on and perfect, to mistakes he should correct immediately. Being an ex-First didn't mean he could slack off. 

Well, Tifa wasn't kidding. When the smell of mako was cleared by the somewhat present stench of sulfur, he decided he was clean enough, turning off the water and wringing out his hair. The thumping of drops was the only sound in the small bathroom. 

But beyond the door, there was more. First choked breathing. Then stuttering. 

Then sobs. 

To hell with this. He barely tried to dry hi skin with the thin towel before throwing his pants on and opening the door. 

The little girl was still under the bed, gripping the sheet tightly with her face shoved in a pillow, muffled whimpers leaving confinement. 

“Sera,” he spoke as kindly as he could, kneeling at the end of the bed and crouching for a better view. “Sera, please come out.”

Her back remained against the wall. She shook her head. 

Cloud reached for her, but every contact triggered that deep seeded fear. She slipped out of his grip every time. 

“I-I just need a minute…” the pain in her voice stung the air. “J-Just a minute… I promise…” 

If this stupid feeling could go away just long enough to comfort her, he'd be eternally grateful. She needed him. He steeled himself before snatching her arm and yanking her out. The feeling remained but lessened in the back of his mind when she cried harder. 

The child didn't even attempt to sit up. 

Cloud lifted her by her shoulders and held her to his bare chest. He already regretted skipping his sweater even before the feeling seared into the back of his mind. He forced himself to pet her revealed astral hair while he could stand it. 

The attempts at yelling slowly petered out and Sera pulled away, wiping the tears from her eyes with the pillow. Then she took a breath and tightened. “I'll sleep in the corner of the bed, okay…?”

“What was it about this time?”

She turned away, muttering softly, more tears overflowing. “...I miss him… I miss him so much…”

There was only one person she could be mourning. Cloud tried to hug her again but she jumped onto the mattress before he could make contact. 

“I just wanna go to sleep… I'm tired…”

“Okay,” he spoke hesitantly as he stood. “I'll be back out in a minute.”

The little girl nodded. 

Cloud returned to the bathroom and continued getting dressed. The residual stench of mako on his uniform should fade by night's end. Gods. He didn't think it was that bad before. 

He debated being comfortable, leaving his armor off and his shoes on the ground, but if someone found them, he needed to be ready. They couldn't pretend they were completely safe. Not yet anyway. 

When he returned to the main room, the little girl was bundled against and facing the wall, the pillow empty on the other side of the bed. 

Cloud laid the Buster Sword against the nightstand and laid down too. 

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Cloud heard something beyond the wall. He waited a moment before another sound, a clear groan, passed. He hopped out of the bed and donned his blade without thinking. 

Sera was already opening the door with her sword at her side and her hood over her hair. “Are you coming?”

“You should stay in the room.”

She clearly ignored him and went onto the balcony, but she leaned against the railing instead of running ahead. “Let's go.”

He sighed before another groan hit their ears. He went ahead, allowing the child to trail behind as he knocked on the door. “Hey, you okay in there?”

Another struggled moan and strangled breath, not even in response. 

He grabbed the door knob. “I'm coming in.” He turned and entered the room slowly. 

Seething reptilian eyes and long silver hair stared back at him. 

Cloud's body immediately tightened. He grabbed his sword and tried to swing but struck the door frame, his balance shot for only a second.

“Cloud, no!” 

He didn't hear the little girl's voice as the man that murdered his village approached with fire in their glare. He tried to back up and tripped onto the balcony. 

The little girl jumped between them without her weapon. The man that killed his mother grabbed her. 

“Get away from her!” Cloud scrambled to his feet and shoved the nightmare away. 

But the nightmare grabbed him and his head throbbed. 

He saw groups of people in black cloaks groaning, suffering, shuffling through the cold. He heard a single word repeated: Reunion. 

“Cloud, stop!” Tifa's voice hit him like a truck and he fell back. 

It wasn't the man who murdered his mother. It was a sickly man in a black cloak identical to his vision, pale skin and cracked lips the only parts on display. Sera was supporting him over her shoulder, leading him back into the room. 

Tifa followed. “What did you do to Marco? This is his apartment.”

Cloud hesitated. 

“He's got a few problems, but he's not a bad guy.”

“He fell. We came to check on him,” Sera stated simply, letting Marco lean against the bed before falling into it. “He's severely dehydrated. Can I run to your bar and get filtered water?”

Tifa sighed. “Yeah. Go. Key's in a hole under the right side of the porch.”

Sera ran.

“Tifa, I…” Cloud didn't know what to say. 

“Just head to bed and keep your door open for her, okay?”

He nodded, swallowing thickly. “Okay…” He returned with his head hung low and a groan into his hands when he closed his door. 

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To be continued…

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[dantefreakdaaaa]

Can you make a nsfw stars Wesker x reader story, where he does Y/n in the laboratory in the mansion after she finds out that he’s a traitor?? This is my first time requesting, sorry if it’s bad.

I low-key love this request but also don't because me no good at make plot

little bit darker than most of my stuff, includes coerced sex (I think this is considered dub con) not sane, safe, and barely consensual

Rough and angrier wesker then I normally write

If any of this makes you uncomfortable please do not read (I could barely write this myself lol)

NSFW, afab reader, no pronouns

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"Stay here, wait for my return. I should be back quickly." We're the last words you heard your captain speak to you, after that he left you in one of the mansions bedrooms before jogging out into the main room of the house. It was boring to sit there and you had assumed you fell asleep, due to waking up what felt like hours later. By time you had awoke you had grown tired of waiting and instead picked up your gun, and started wandering the mansion. The intricate and antique decor of the house, along with the limited light, gave for a spooky vibe. You tried to best to ignore the warnings, nothing could be heard, you hadn't seen anyone yet, and blood was smeared all over the floors and wall. Stumbling around, you found a basement, and inside that basement was a door, glowing light behind it and the faint echo of footsteps. Without hesitation you force open the door, holding up your gun as you do so ready to fire. The person in the room stopped and turned to look at you, scowling for a moment before they had a shocked expression.

"Captain...? What the hell are you doing. And where are Chris and Jill."

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me? Just what do you think you're doing out of that room."

You step farther into the lab, the door to the room swinging shut behind you. If you had known what was about to happen you would have run back out and gone far, far away from this place.

"You didn't answer my question. Where are Chris and Jill."

"That is none of your concern. Now, why are you here, you were supposed to stay in the room I placed you in." He growls under his breath and you start walking towards him, standing by some messy lab tables and counter tops with failed experiments. The lights don't help illuminate the room very well, the room glowing a faint blue as you squint trying to see the man in front of you.

"It is some of my concern! They we're apart of STARS, same as me! What happened to them Wesker!?" You get up in his face and yell, but cut yourself off. Instead you stared at the red adorning his face. "Blood... what happened down here Wesker...?" Further down, his clothes are torn and tattered, coated with a mixture of his own blood and others.

"That's it, my patience has reached it's end." He slams you onto one of the tables, hovering above you snarling, his glasses slip down, and shows off his glowing, red eyes. You gasp and shake, you've come to a realization.

Albert Wesker isn't human anymore.

His hand immediately shoots to your throat, his other holding your hands above your head easily. The hand on your throat squeezes it, cutting off your airflow quickly and removing your ability to think anymore then you have, to focused about living.

"You should have listened to me. If you did this wouldn't have come to this. I was going to take my sweet time with you too, but I guess what must be done, must be done."

"Wait-!" You claw at his wrist, though it being pointless for his strength. Strength wise your Captain would most likely forever have an edge above you, and it made him grin as he watched you hopelessly attack him. Grabbing and Clawing at his wrist as you desperately tried to plead with him. "Please-! Stop-!"

"Stop? But why should I. Not when I'm having so much fun with you." He loosens his grasp, enough for you to talk easier at least, yet still enough to watch you squirm and heave.

"I-i'll do any-anything. J-just please do-don't kill me-" Squeezing again he thinks over the idea you've proposed.

"Anything, you say..." A devilish grin crossed his face as he stared down at you. "Are you sure about that offer, sweetheart?" His tone was mockingly sweet, jabbing at you for begging so pathetically.

"Y-yes...anything- just- please-" Speaking felt impossible with the way he was squeezing your throat, digging his nails in as well. The pain burned and you felt light headed and once he finally released you the dizziness stayed. It only really went away after you finally got air in your lungs again, gasping and choking as you tried to breathe again.

"That was a foolish offer you made, but I'm happy to take this opportunity to have you for myself." You stare up at him, unresponsive, still trying to catch your breath. The hand trapping your hands let's go and returns to his side. "Stand up and turn around."

"What-"

"You said you would do anything to live, now do as I say or you'll end up on a missing poster." Something you learned from the years of working with Wesker, he made promises, never threats. He stepped away from you and you slowly got up, doing as you were told. Facing away from him, you yelped out in shock as he pushed your head and chest onto the table. "I think I'll have fun breaking you.."

"What- what are you gonna do to me-?"

"Whatever I want, Dearheart."

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I'm gonna make a part two to this I just can't motivate myself to get to the actual smut part. THERE WILL BE A SECOND PART. AND I WILL WRITE FUCKIN SMUT.

[luke-hughes43]

getting rusty

so eventually stella and luke are gonna have kids but they don't for a while so that stella can play softball for a bit. instead they get a dog, here's how that conversation went. this is before they get engaged but after they move in together.

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stella's pov

so luke and i are cuddled up in the apartment just spending time together since he's been on a bunch of roadies and i've been busy with class.

he's softly rubbing up and down my back like he always does and it's very comforting. i randomly ask him, "can we get a dog?"

"why?"

"because i get lonely when your gone for 2 weeks at a time and i know you get lonely when i have to travel. plus it will be fun, and they are so cute. please luke?"

i shift and prop my chin up on his chest and give him the iggest puppy dog eyes i can muster to get him to cave. he sighs, playfully rolling his eyes, "fine. we can get a dog."

"yes! thank you. thank you. thank you. i love you. i love you. i love you." i say and then i pepper his face in kisses with a smile. he smiles too and wraps his arms around me before rolling me over onto my back. he leans down and to kiss me and pulls away with a smile. he says cheekily, "you're so lucky i love you stella zegras."

"and i thank god ever day for that luke hughes."

we stay looking at each other for a good 2 minues before i gently shove him off me and sit up, "ok, let's go get our dog."

"wait now?"

"yes now. come on." i say and get out of bed. i grab a hoodie, that is definitely luke's, and find some shoes before heading to the door to get keys and my wallet. he slugishly follows behind me and hugs me from behind right as i get ready to open the door.

"sweet girl, can we do this tomorrow? i just wanna stay in bed and cuddle with you and kiss you."

"luke you have a game tomorrow and i have class on monday. we have to do it today. when we get back, we'll cuddle i promise. with our new puppy too!"

"fine." he says and grabs the keys from me. we head to the nearest adoption center. i immediately fall in love with all of the little puppies running around. i look up at luke smiling with all of the puppies running aorund me.

he smiles at me and i can tell that he loves seeing all of these puppies too. i get him to sit next to me and this cute little yellow lab runs right over to him and plops himself on luke's lap. i look at luke who's so happy with this little puppy in his lap.

i smile at him, "luke?"

"what, huh?" he sas as i break his attention from the puppy in his lap. i move next to him and lean my head on his shoulder looking down at the little guy that ran right to luke. i ask, "is that the one?"

"yea. he's so little."

"i know. i'll go talk to the recepionist and tell her we found the one." i say and stand up to give luke a chance to hang with our new little friend. i find the woman at the desk and say, "hi. we found the one we want. my boyfriend has him right now."

"ok. can you walk me over to them, so that i put it in the system right?" she says. i nod and walk over to wear luke was. she smiles, "oh you got a good one. he's one of our best puppies. a little shy but still a good boy."

"he's adorable. he walked right over to my boyfriend and just plopped himself in luke's lap." i say smiling at my boyfriend being obssessed with this puppy. the woman smiles, "so he chose you?"

"i guess." 

"that's usually a good sign. i'll have you come with me to fill out the paperwork and everything. we have a leash and collar for you as well." she explains and i fill out all of the paperwork with mine and luke's information on it. i pay the adoption fee and she hands me a leash that matches the collar for the little guy. she asks, "do you have a name for him for the adoption certificate?"

"not yet. i'll go ask my boyfriend." i say smiling. i walk over and crouch down next to luke with a smile. i press a kiss to his cheek and put an arm around him. i ask, "do you have a name for him luke?"

"no. do you?"

"how about rusty?" i suggest and the dog perks up at it and looks at me and luke. we both chuckle and smile. luke says, "rusty it is."

I smile and kiss luke's cheek again before going back oer to the woman. i smile, "his name is rusty."

"ok. here's is the paperwork and that little guy is all yours. he's had all of his shots too so you don't have to worry about that. you guys are all set to take him home."

"thank you." i say smiling before going back over to luke. i lean down and rub his back to get his attention, "babe. we're all set to go. let's go home and show this little guy his new home." luke just nods and shifts rusty before standing up holding onto him. i reach into his pocket and grab the car keys. he says, "woah, who said you were driving?"

"there's two options luke; either i hold the dog and you drive, or i drive and you get to hold rusty all the way home."

"you can drive." he says holding rusty a little tighter. i smile and start walking to the car. i make the drive home and we shortly arrive at the apartment. i take a pic of luke holding rusty before i get out and head inside. luke is following behind me. 

we get upstairs to our apartment and once inside, luke finally puts rusty down to let him run around and explore the place. however rusty just sits at luke's feet. i giggle and pick him up. i say to rusty, "ok little man. this is your new home. as we have establish, you love your dad. let's go see our room yea?"

i walk him down the hall into mine and luke's room and he immediately jumps down from my arms and runs up onto luke's side of the bed. i giggle, "you just lost your side to the dog babe."

"that's fine. i'll just take yours." he says and walks over to wear rusty was laying. he picks rusty up and climbs into bed with him. i shed the hoodie and my shoes and climb in after luke and cuddle into his side.

luke wraps an arm around me pulling me close to him and rubs my back like he was earlier. he presses a kiss to my head and then scratches rusty's head. he smiles, "this was a really good idea."

"yea it was. he's the cutest thing."

"not as cute as you."

"we've been together for 4 1/2 years babe, you don't need to flirt with me." i say giggling. he presses a kiss to my head and says, "I know. i just like to remind you how much i love you and that i'll never take you for granted either."

"i love you too luke. can we take that nap you mentioned earlier?"

"yea." he says. i nod and cuddle myself into him even more. he tightens his grip on me and i drift off to a peaceful sleep while listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

[ru-fiction]

In another life 3

Peter B Parker x GN!Reader

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Spider Ham hums a small tune as he walks through the park with a burger in his hand. He breathes in the steam trying to savor the smell but right as he goes to eat it an arrow shoots through it making it stick into a tree.

Spider Ham's eyes widened in shock and he turns to the perpetrator only to find his chipmunk friend, Y/N standing there with a bow in hand with a sheepish smile on their face.

"What's the big idea?"

"Sorry, Pete-"

Spider Ham rushes over and covers their mouth. He looks around to see if anyone was paying attention and turns to Y/N with a glare on his face.

"First you kill my burger then you want to expose my secret identity."

Spider Ham shakes his head at them with a disapproving frown.

"I thought we were friends..."

"We are."

Y/n's ears drop at his statement suddenly feeling really guilty.

"If this is how you treat your friends, I don't want to see how you treat your enemies."

He crosses his arms pointing his nose in the air. He has a playful smile on his face not that Y/N could see it under the mask.

"I'm sorry, Pete-"

He raises his brow at them.

"Spider Ham."

Spider Ham makes a tsk sound and wags his finger.

"Not good enough."

Spider Ham points to his decapitated burger.

"You're kidding."

"Apologize to the burger, Y/n."

Y/n glares at him, their cheeks puffing in embarrassment.

"I'm not apologizing to your stupid burg-"

The ground begins to shake under their feet and soon both Y/N and Spider Ham find themselves trapped in a cage.

The two grab onto each other in shock, laughter filled their ears grabbing their attention. There stood a Crawfish dressed in a lab coat.

"Dr. Crawdaddy."

Spider Ham says in a deep voice, the eyes on his mask squints as he glares at the crustacean.

"Spider Ham. And friend."

He motions to Y/N earning a grin from them at the acknowledgement.

"Finally I've caught you. Crime will go up 100% after I kill you and the other villains will start to respect me..."

The two caged animals share a look before Spider Ham grabs on to the bars of the cage and gives him a dramatic point.

"You won't get away with this!"

"Yes I will."

The Doctor pulls out a huge laser gun and points directly at the two animals, Spider Ham's eyes widened slightly but he was even more determined to be defiant.

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will."

Spider Ham shakes his head at him.

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will."

Spider Ham yawns pretending to be bored which causes the Crawfish to get upset.

"No, you-"

"Yes, I will. Yes, I will. Yes, I will. Yes, I will."

Dr. Crawdaddy goes to pull the trigger and Spidey holds his hands out.

"Wait! I gotta tell you something."

He looks at him, eyes full of suspicion.

"What is it?"

Spider Ham motions for him to come closer and he takes small steps towards him. Spidey motions again for him to get closer which he slowly does again. Spidey lets out an annoyed sigh and motions for him one last time. When Dr. Crawdaddy was finally close to the cage, Spidey grabs on to his jacket and gives him a big kiss with his nose as Y/N slips the key from his pocket.

The Crawfish backs away in shock not noticing the two slip out of the cage.

"I can not believe you just did that."

Spider Ham places a soothing hand on his back as Y/N takes the gun out of his hand.

"Ugh, I know. Bad me taking advantage of you while you're vulnerable."

Spider Ham leads the man to the cage and Y/N locks it after the Crawfish is finally inside.

"I mean, where are my manners."

"Wait a minute."

Dr. Crawdaddy finally realizes he was tricked and starts to try to pull the bars apart.

"Well, nice doing business with you."

Spider Ham salutes at him and grabs the chipmunk's hand. The two animals run away giggling like two school children.

"That was surprisingly easy."

Spidey nods his head with a soft hum in agreement before turning towards Y/n with a glare.

"So are you gonna apologize about my burger yet."

Y/N rolls their eyes then pushes Spider Ham inside of the lake that they happened to be walking by.

"Hey, I was joking."

Spider Ham just shrugs then looks directly at the screen and sends a sly wink.

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"How is this even possible?"

You continued to look at the unconscious man in shock, part of you wanted to believe that maybe this was Peter's long lost twin or something but the outfit and web shooter told you otherwise.

"There's no way."

You use your hand to move the loose strands from his face when a bright light starts to flash on the three of you.

"What are you doing over there?"

You let out a huge sigh and Miles just freezes in place.

"New training exercises, running from the cops will improve your speed."

You help drape the strange man's arms around your neck as you stand up, almost falling from his weight. Miles panics.

"Are you being serious right now!"

You nod at him with a serious look in your eye.

"Deadly. Either that or go to jail."

Miles takes a moment to think.

"Are you really thinking about this?"

"I'm not good under pressure."

Miles grabs the man's other arm, the one that's web was connected to him and the two of you started to run alerting the cop.

"Hey Freeze! P.D.N.Y. Drop the body!"

"I have an Idea."

Miles takes the man from your arms and drapes him over his shoulder.

"Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on tight."

You look at him like he was crazy, you had a feeling that you knew what he was going to try and there was no way he was going to carry the weight of two people when he could barely swing himself.

"Are you serious?"

Miles looks at the cop behind and faces you with a determined nod.

"Deadly."

You wrap your arms around Miles neck as he maneuvers the man's hand so that it is pointing to a building.

He pressed down on the button in the man's hand and shot out a web. The two of you let out a nervous breath before using the web to swing across the graveyard.

"See you officers!"

Miles shouted out excitedly, however that excitement was short lived because the web didn't go very far.

"Aw C'mon.''

The three of you start to fall from the air almost landing in the street but you quickly activate your rocket shoes before you hit the ground and land safety on your feet.

Miles however was now frantically swinging the strange man around and crashed into the building behind.

You panic a little as the cops flash their lights on him but quickly feel relieved when another web shoots out, Miles practically gets dragged across the snow as the man starts to gain consciousness.

You fly up to stay out of sight from the police and follow Miles from above.

You start to feel bad for the man as he constantly hits his head on things, first it was Peter's grave, then it was a couple of trucks, then the ground. This dude was going through it.

The more you followed them the more you felt worried as they were dragged across the street, cars rushed around them from all sides and at times it looked like they would be hit but they barely skated by.

You hear the two of them yelling over the busy street before the guy gets knocked out again. His face has to be bruised from all the surfaces he hit.

You wanted to try to cut the web but you were scared that they would be hit by a car or something if you did.

The two finally come to a stop and the web snaps making them crash into the ground. You instantly flew down and checked on Miles.

"You okay?"

You go to take off his mask but stop because of the people walking around you.

"I'm okay just a little shaken up."

You let out a relieved sigh, you didn't know why you cared about this kid so much but you chopped up to the fact that you didn't want the new Spiderman to die under your watch.

"Let's get him to my house."

Miles nods as you help the brunette man up.

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"Why aren't we tying him up again? He could be dangerous."

Miles questioned as he watches you clean the wounds on the man's face.

"If I thought he was dangerous he wouldn't be here."

"He shot webs from his hand."

You turn to look at Miles as he pretends to shoot webs knowing that if he actually did he'd probably either break something or get stuck to a wall.

"He hasn't actually done anything bad. I mean you basically beat him up the entire time, I don't think he'll want to mess with you."

Miles nods along with your reasoning but still watches the man with a cautious expression. The man starts to mumble in his sleep and you turn your attention back to him. There was a soft smile on your face, the guy looked like Peter to a T well almost but it was also this fact that caused your smile to fall. How is this even possible? You didn't think that Peter had a twin this had to be him but how could that be? You and Peter always talked about the possibility of a multiverse but could it actually be real?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the man watching you with soft eyes. His brown eyes lit up with recognition and his heart caught in his chest.

You the love of his life sat in front of him breathing. It was hard to believe like the universe was playing a cruel trick on him.

He unconsciously reaches out for you causing you to jump at his touch. He softly whispers out your name as his brown eyes stare into yours.

Miles just stood off to the side watching the whole interaction feeling like he was intruding on something.

"I can't believe you're actually here.''

"I can't believe you're actually here.''

Tears start to fill your eyes as he sits up and hugs you. This was definitely Peter. He had his warmth, his smile and even though they were a different color those were definitely his eyes.

"I missed you."

He whispered softly which causes you to break down in his arms, all the emotions you felt today, the anger, the fear, the sadness. They all came out the moment Peter spoke to you.

There was an understanding that Peter felt when you cried into his shoulder, he softly rubbed your back and pulled you closer to him. You didn't have to say anything he knew you were living the same life he did back at home, no matter how recent.

"It's gonna be okay. You'll get through this."

Peter starts to speak softly to you. Miles goes to jump in but Peter holds a hand out to him.

Miles nods and leaves the room still feeling worried for you.

After a moment of Peter just holding you, the two of you leave the room to finally have a chat.

You go to grab some ice from your freezer to put on Peter's face as he starts to react to Miles' presence. He looks so confused by the revelation he's come to.

"You're like me."

Peter whispers to himself as Miles clears his throat and deepens his voice.

"I got some questions.''

"Hey you electrocuted me. Y/n he electrocuted me!"

He points an accusing finger at Miles, you laugh at the interaction and place the ice into his hand. He lets out a whispered thanks and takes a seat on the couch.

Peter felt safe with you, if you were here then there was no way this kid was bad even if he gave him bruises.

"Why do you look like Peter Parker?"

Miles tilts his head at him as he takes off his mask, Peter just gives him a look.

"Because I am Peter Parker.''

Miles looks him up and down clearly confused about his statement.

"Then why aren't you dead? And why's your hair different? Why are you older? And why is your body a different shape?"

You laugh at the annoyance that started to show on Peter's face.

"Pretty sure you just called me fat."

"No. No, just-"

"You don't look so hot either kid."

Peter spits back as he glares at Miles. He looks him up and down judging his style.

"Most superheroes don't wear their own merch."

Miles squints his eyes at him for a few seconds before asking more questions.

"Are you a ghost?"

"No."

Peter answers dryly and Miles starts pacing back and forth..

"Are you a zombie?"

"Stop it."

"Am I a zombie?"

"You're not even close."

"Are you from another dimension? Like a parallel universe where things are like this universe but different?''

You start to feel dizzy watching him pace around.

"And you're Spiderman in that universe but somehow traveled to this universe, but you don't know how?"

Peter looks scarily impressed by the Miles.

"Wow. That was just a guess?"

Miles just shrugs.

"Well we learnt about it in physics."

"Quantum Theory, we used to talk about it a lot."

You whispered to yourself but of course Peter heard you.

"This is amazing. You can teach me like Peter said he would."

You frowned a little. Sure you thought Spiderman would be a better teacher but damn.

"What about me?"

Miles looks at you sheepishly.

"You're great and all but you did push me off a building."

"Fair."

"Nope."

Miles and You turn your gazes to Peter.

"Nope?"

"No?"

Peter stands up from the couch holding his hands out.

"I don't even like kids."

"But Peter."

"Sorry to let you down but I'm no teacher. Being Spiderman is a dangerous job and I have no time for babysitting."

Peter turns to leave but Miles steps in front of him defensively.

"But I promised Peter."

"Watch the hand kid not the mouth."

Peter says unfazed by the kid and moves around him, Miles goes to grab his arm causing Peter to unconsciously throw him against the couch.

Peter walks to the window and shoots a web getting ready to swing away when his body starts to glitch out on him. He starts to fall still violently shaking, lucky you still had your rocket boots on. You jumped out the window and caught him before his body hit the ground. Miles looks out of the window with a worried look on his face.

"Is he okay?"

You look down at Peter questioningly. He sighs when the glitching stops before answering.

"No, I'm not."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I don't think my atoms are really jazzed about being in the wrong dimension."

You help him sit against the wall and he starts to glitch again letting out agonizing groans.

"Look I'm not looking for a side gig as a Spiderman coach."

He says as he looks up to see Miles' pleading eyes.

"I got a lot going on in my dimension."

He says bitterly.

"With great power comes great—"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. Don't do it, I'm sick of it."

Peter points a finger at Miles as he continues to glare at him. He tries to shoot another web but starts to glitch again. You place a hand upon his back giving it a soothing rub. You wait until his eyes meet yours before giving him a pleading look of your own.

"Peter, Please."

Peter tries to look away from your eyes but you grab his chin and force him to look at you. He lets out a frustrated groan.

"Dammit, Y/n."

He knew what you were doing and it was kind of working on him.

"KingPin has a super collider."

"He's going to kill us if we don't stop him."

"What did you just say?"

"He's going to kill us."

Miles says exasperately.

"Who cares about that? Well I care about you."

Peter says as he looks at you before turning his gaze back to Miles.

"Where is this collider?"

"Brooklyn, under Fisk Tower."

Peter nods before waving him.

"Goodbye."

He turns his attention back to you and smiles.

"It was really good to see you again."

"Where are you going?"

Miles asked, confused as to why he was leaving.

"When it runs again, I'll jump in and get back to my life."

"I can't let you do that. If they run it again people could be killed. Peter wants me to destroy it."

"Well I don't want to meet your Peter in the afterlife and have to tell him that I died by glitches."

You catch Miles as he hops from the window. The two of you start following Peter as he tries to walk away.

"Well they can't turn it on anyway because they need the hard drive that we have. It's our override key."

You give Peter a smug look as he turns to look at you. Miles' face instantly falls at the mention of the hard drive, he had hoped you were meaning a different one.

"Please don't make this hard on me, Y/n."

He holds his hand out for the drive but you just shake your head.

"If you go, we go."

You motion to you and Miles. Peter shakes his head.

"Absolutely not. You're not going anywhere near that thing."

"Then neither are you."

Peter groans.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

You shrug. The two of you glare at each other before he finally relents.

"Fine. Just hand me the goober."

"No, because then you'll just leave. I'll carry the drive."

You smirk at him as he frowns and grumbles to himself.

"Fine."

You fly up towards your window feeling satisfied. You instantly go to where you last had the hard drive, you look around the spot confused and then go to look by your computer. You start to check every room, freaking out the more you come up empty handed. You freeze before walking to the window and staring down at Miles. He's already looking at you with a guilty look on his face.

''Show me."

You glare at him. Peter looks confused until Miles pulls out the broken drive from his pocket. You cover your mouth in shock.

"Miles!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"See this is why I never had kids."

Peter mutters to himself.

"Can't we make another one?"

Miles looks at you nervously.

"We can't do anything. Thanks to you, I have to re-steal what you guys stole from Alchemax and make another one of these."

Peter says as he walks up the side of the building, feeling frustrated with the whole situation. He throws the useless drive to the ground.

"Deals off."

Miles turns towards him and follows him up the building glaring at his back.

"If I don't turn off the collider after you leave, everyone in this city, My parents, My uncle, Y/n and millions of others will die. And you're just gonna go home and leave me here to figure this out by myself?"

You watch as Miles makes a passionate argument to Peter. When Miles mentioned your name, you could tell it hit some part of this Peter's heart.

"You good with that Spiderman?"

Peter stops in his tracks for a bit, it was clear he was thinking about it but he shook it off.

"Yeah."

You flew up to where Peter was and stood in front of him. He stared into your eyes as you gave him that same pleading look from before. Miles finally makes it up the building and stands next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Peter asks as his eyes shifting between you and Miles.

Miles pouts his lip, hoping to make him break.

"Making you feel guilty."

"I need you, Peter."

Peter already couldn't handle the looks both you and Miles were giving him and it was making this extremely hard on him for no reason, After a while Miles asks.

"Is it working?"

Peter tries to deny it but you can tell by the look on his face that it was. The of you were slowly getting under his skin. He lets out a sigh-filled chuckle and shakes his finger at the two of you before turning away, he let out a frustrated yell before turning back to the two of you, slightly glaring at the smug look you had on your face.

"Alright you two win."

You cheered as Miles looked at him, confused that it had actually worked.

"C'mon we don't have a second to lose."

"Wait! I need a weapon."

"Oh c'mon now seriously?!"

[vexicwrites]

Red Wine

Warnings: none

"Tim, you don't have to carry me." Bernard protested for the umpteenth time as Tim fumbled for the keys to their apartment, refusing to put the taller man down. "My ankle is sprained, not broken."

"Humor me, baby, you twisted it because I threw you off." Tim said, unlocking the door finally and pushing it open before shifting his hold on Bernard to a more stable one.

"You were supposed to throw me off, we were sparring." Bernard reminded him. "That's the point. If we didn't throw each other off we might as well be doing a choreographed dance. Besides, I'm the idiot who miscalculated the step and stepped on the damn deadlift bar."

"It was my bad too, I didn't realize we were getting so close to the weight rack." Tim said, setting Bernard down on the couch carefully and propping his swollen ankle up with one of the throw pillows. "I'm gonna get you an ice pack and some ibuprofen, okay? Is that elevated enough?"

"It's fine." Bernard responded, leaning forward and untying his shoes. Tim didn't miss the wince when Bernard tried to tug his left sneaker off.

"Easy there, I got it." Tim said, kneeling and taking the shoe off Bernard's foot. He tossed it by the couch and began palpating the lanky man's ankle gently. "Baby, I'm not convinced this isn't broken."

"It's fi- ow!" Bernard yelped as Tim prodded his achilles.

"Shit, sorry. This is definitely worse than just a sprain. We should get you to the hospital." Tim said with a frown. Bernard waved off his concern.

"It's not an emergency. We'll ice it tonight and I'll have someone look at it at the lab in the morning."

Tim sighed. "Are you sure? I don't want you to make this worse by waiting-"

"I'm sure. If you really want to help you could make dinner after you've gotten the ice." Bernard suggested.

"You got it, baby." Tim said with a smile. "Italian and some wine?"

"Please." Bernard nodded, leaning back against the couch cushions and closing his eyes with a sigh. He smiled when he felt Tim's lips press against his own. "I love you. You're too good to me."

"I love you too. Wine and an ice pack coming right up." Tim promised before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Cabernet Sauvignon is in the-"

"Already got it." Tim called back with a laugh.

He reappeared shortly after with a cold compress and a glass of chilled wine. He carefully draped the pack across Bernard's ankle and handed him the glass.

"Don't get too wine-drunk tonight." He teased.

"You're the one controlling the bottle, Mr. Drake." Bernard countered good-naturedly. "Besides, you usually like it when I get wine-drunk."

"Because you get handsy and cuddly." Tim said with more than a hint of fondness. "It's cute, but I don't want to take advantage of an injured man."

"It's just my ankle, Tim. Take all the advantage you like." Bernard said, taking a sip. Tim ducked his head, cheeks coloring as he retreated to get to work in the kitchen.

An hour later they were both comfortably full of garlic penne and red wine, laughing their way through the movie they'd picked out for the night. Despite the teasing from earlier, Bernard had indeed gotten quite drunk and was now laying his head in Tim's lap, his swollen ankle propped up on the back of the sofa as he sprawled out.

"We should get married." Bernard slurred as the main characters of the romcom finally said their vows.

"Baby, are you proposing to me while drunk?" Tim asked with a soft laugh.

Bernard hummed thoughtfully. "Don'have a ring. Sorry."

"That's okay. We should probably wait until you're sober to get engaged anyway." Tim said with a grin, combing his fingers through Bernard's short hair.

"I thought you wanted me to be more spontaneous." Bernard teased, reaching up to take Tim's hand in his own and rest them both over his heart.

"Well, yeah, but I get the feeling sober-you would be pissed he missed out on such a big moment." Tim replied fondly.

Bernard hummed again. "I suppose so. Still, Mr. Timothy Fitzmartin has a nice ring to it."

"Maybe I want to hyphenate." Tim teased.

"Hm...Drake-Fitzmartin also sounds ni - ice." Bernard said, yawning on the last word.

"Go to sleep, baby. We'll talk about it when you're sober."

[amandayoungsclit]

Amanda Young x afab reader

18+ minors dni

Warnings // explicit content & smut

Word count: 1,938

Summary: You meet Amanda Young at a party and it just goes from there.

A/n - Hey guys, this is my first time posting this kind of stuff on here. I hope you enjoy!

People trickle in and by the time it's eleven thirty at least fifty people are at the party. Almost everyone in the house are drunk, high, or both, but you decide to stay sober.

As your friends are taking shots around you, you notice a girl with long brown hair and about your height walk past the kitchen with a guy who has shorter brown hair. You stare at her for a little bit until your friends want you to take a couple Polaroids with them.

You tape the developed film onto the fridge and you hear your friend Cecilia exclaim someone's name.

"Adam!!" Cecilia says and hugs Adam tightly, "Do you want to take a shot?"

"Yeah! I missed you," Adam says while pulling back from the hug. "Oh, this is my roommate Amanda."

"Hi Amanda!" Cecilia says, "want a shot?"

"Hah yeah," Amanda says and Cecilia pours a shot for Amanda, Adam, and your two other friends. They toast and tap their cups on the counter.

You look at Amanda to get a good look at her face, and it doesn't register that she's staring at you back until she puts the cup down and licks her lips. You look away quickly because you feel weird now.

"Let's go dance!!" Cecilia says and you all walk to the dance floor.

The party lasts for a couple more hours with a few more people still talking to one another. You look around at your friends and they're all talking to someone so you turn to go upstairs and you see Amanda standing by the stairs.

"Hey," Amanda says. Her arms are crossed and she's leaning against the wall of the stairs.

"Hi," you say, "you're Amanda?"

"Yeah, and your name?" Amanda says as she holds her hand out.

"My name is y/n," you say as you shake her hand.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," Amanda smiles and you smile back at her and you blush, but she can't see it because the lights are dim.

"Thank you," you say shyly.

You and Amanda talk for thirty more minutes until Adam drunkenly stumbles into Amanda asking if they could go back to the apartment.

“I guess we’d better go,” Amanda says while an arm is wrapped around Adam holding him up.

“I’ll walk you guys out,” you say. You unlock the door and help Amanda support Adam as you guys walk to her car. “Are you okay to drive?”

“Oh, yeah I’m fine,” Amanda throws her hand out, “I had one shot like two hours ago.”

You and Amanda put Adam in the car and you both walk to the drivers side.

“So I guess I’ll see you around?” Amanda says and you half-smile at her.

“Unfortunately I don’t live here,” you say.

“Could I get your number?” Amanda asks and you hand her your phone and she adds her contact in there. She gives you your phone back with a flirty grin on her face.

“I’ll see you when I see you,” Amanda says above a whisper and kisses your cheek lightly. She gets in the car and you can barely process what happened. You smile at each other, and she takes off. You stand outside for a minute more touching your cheek where she just kissed you.

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The next day, you and Amanda were texting all day and you two decided to have a date at her apartment since you were leaving in the morning and didn’t know when you’d be back. Amanda picks you up from your friends house and it only takes a few minutes to get to her apartment. She opens the door and throws her keys on the table in the walkway.

“Is Adam here?” you ask while taking your shoes off.

“Nope, he’s at the university doing a lab,” Amanda says as she kicks her shoes off. “I’ll get started on making dinner.”

Amanda leads you into the kitchen and she pours a glass of wine for both of you and gets the ingredients out of the fridge.

“I was thinking of watching a movie while we eat dinner,” Amanda says as she’s chopping the vegetables. “Do you want to find something to watch?”

“Yeah, any particular genre in mind?” you ask while turning on the TV.

“Anything is fine. I want to watch something you really like,” you look back at Amanda and she’s looking back at you with a soft smile.

You click through the movies on Netflix until your eyes land on Titanic and your chest swells up with joy.

“I’m choosing Titanic,” you say and Amanda laughs in response,“What is it with lesbians being obsessed with that ship?”

“I don’t think it’s the ship, I think it’s Kate Winslet,” you say and you sip on your wine at the island.

“I bet you know every fact about the Titanic,” Amanda says teasingly. “Is it true that the Titanic was secretly switched with another ship?”

You groan and roll your eyes at what she says and she laughs at you. “No it wasn’t.”

You and Amanda talk as she makes dinner. When she’s almost finished you set up the place you’re going to sit. You put the pillows from the couch on the floor in front of the couch and you pull the coffee table closer. Amanda puts the plates down on the coffee table while you grab the wine and glasses. You both sit on the pillows and start to eat your food while watching Titanic.

“Do you mind if we skip the first thirty minutes? All they do is explore the sunken ship and I just want to see Rose,” you say and Amanda laughs.

“Yes, you can.”

You pause Titanic and you help Amanda wash the dishes. You both clean up the kitchen until it’s spotless.

“Where’s the restroom?” you ask and Amanda points to a door down the hall. You use the restroom and do some cleaning up and you walk out. You notice a room next to the bathroom and it’s obviously Amanda’s room because of the darker atmosphere.

“Is that your room by the bathroom?” you ask as you walk back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, do you wanna go see it?” she asks and you nod. Your mind goes a million miles a minute when she grabs your wrist and leads you to her room.

She gives you a room tour and you both keep talking while on your stomachs and holding yourselves up by your arms. You don’t miss the way Amanda’s eyes flick down to your lips every few minutes. A comfortable silence takes over and the tension in the room is starting to become unbearable.

“Can I kiss you?” Amanda asks, her voice barely above a whisper. You nod and she puts her hand behind your neck and brings you to her lips. The kiss is chaste, but you quickly deepen it and you can feel her tongue prodding at your lips. She slips her tongue inside your mouth and you lightly moan.

You’re on your back and she straddles your waist and your fingernails drag slightly up her back and back down. She breaks the kiss and starts kissing down your neck. She licks and slightly sucks on your neck making you moan a little louder.

“Amanda,” you moan, and you feel her hands go under your shirt and her fingernails lightly dragging over your stomach. You sit up and take off your shirt and Amanda starts kissing your collarbone and down to your chest.

“Can I take this off?” she points at your bra and you nod. She reaches behind you and unhooks your bra strap and throws it off to the side. Her mouth immediately goes to your nipple as her other hand palms your other breast and she rolls your nipple with her fingers. You lay back down on the bed as she plays with your breasts and your hands go beneath her shirt and your fingernails drag over her hips. She sits up and takes her own shirt off and to your surprise she’s not wearing a bra.

You reach up and grab her left breast and she moans and grinds her hips onto yours. She leans back down and kisses you deeply as you’re still palming her breast and rolling her nipple in between your fingers.

“I need you,” you whisper in Amanda’s ear and you feel her smile against your neck.

“Someone’s impatient,” she says and her hand goes down and teases the edge of your pants. You buck your hips making her hand go more into your pants and she sits up and takes your pants and underwear off in one motion.

“Fuck,” she whispers as she slides her fingers teasingly through your folds. She leans down and kisses your neck some more and teases your clit by lightly rubbing it in circles.

“Can I?” Amanda whispers into your ear and kisses the skin under it.

“Fuck me Amanda,” you say and she slides one finger in your pussy and you moan loudly. Amanda let’s you adjust and starts to move faster while rubbing your clit with her thumb.

“More please,” you moan and she adds another finger. Your hips roll up to meet the thrusts of her fingers and Amanda picks up the pace a little bit.

“You’re so hot,” Amanda pants against your ear and you moan louder and you feel the swirl in your belly and your muscles start to tense.

You wrap your arm around Amanda’s waist and put your other hand in her hair and pull her closer to you. Your release hits you and you cry out. Amanda helps you ride out your orgasm by stimulating you until you go limp.

“Fuck,” you pant and Amanda slowly pulls out her fingers and brings them to her mouth to taste you. She stares at you while she does it and you grab the back of her neck and you kiss her deeply. You slip your tongue into her mouth tasting yourself and she moans.

“I want to taste you,” you say breathlessly as you break the kiss. You get on top of her and she unbuttons her pants and you slide them off. You swirl your tongue around one of her nipples and then you kiss down her belly and get to the edge of her underwear.

“Take it off,” Amanda says and you pull down her black lacy underwear. You slide back up Amanda’s body and you kiss up her neck until you get to her ear.

“I want you to sit on my face,” you whisper.

“Okay,” Amanda whispers back and you lay down and she straddles your waist. You pull her up to your face by grabbing her butt and she sits. You lick from her entrance to her clit and you feel her thighs tense around your head and she moans. You moan back in response and you suck her clit into your mouth and she moans louder and starts grinding on your face.

You tighten your arms around her thighs as she moves more and you slip a finger into her pussy. You can feel her thighs shake around your head and she grinds her hips jaggedly and she cries out. She rides out her orgasm and flops down beside you trying to catch her breath. You lick your lips and she looks over at you and starts smiling. You smile back and she scoots closer and puts her arms around you and kisses your temple.

“Let’s go pee,” you say and lead her to the bathroom.

[rainfallnightmare]

Chapter 3

(Experiment Sun, Moon and Eclipse x Caretaker Y/n)

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Warning: Blood, Swearing and knifes

word counts: 1410

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July 6th, 2087

Home

Y/n POV:

Today unfortunately was one of my days off. Sitting on my sofa in the living room. I brought the files with me home so I read them over and did some analysis so I understand the astral beings a little more. There was little info on where the people even found the guys, let alone how they managed to catch them because of what the three could do to any human that threatens them. While I was in the middle of reading Sunny's info. My phone starts to go off as I pick it up and answer the call.

"This is Y/n speaking"

"Y/n we need your help!" It was Simone, one of the scientists that was experimenting on my astral guys. "What do you need my help for?" This was the first time any of the scientists were asking for my help on something. "Marcus wanted us to take some blood from the subjects, But he pulled a risky move that harmed one of the subjects badly!" When I heard this from Simone.

I felt my body in rage. I knew Marcus was a reckless person, but for him to do this to my astral boys. I was not having it anymore and I was instantly w done with my break. "I'm on my way, make sure Marcus doesn't do anything more got it!" I got my car keys and left my apartment when I hung up the call. I was so ready to fight the guy but I'll have to worry about who Marcus hurt first before I deal with him.

I knew that I had fallen for the celestial astral beings. Being with them over the course of a year. I had grown and made a connection with the three and always wanted to protect them no matter what harm came my way.

Planning to free the guys when I find Lunar was my top priority. They deserve freedom and not be contained in a lab that the government decided to hide. 

CBR

When I arrived at the facility and got inside. I went straight to the subject's chambers and opened the door to see Marcus standing over a hurt Sun. Moon and Eclipse were restrained to the wall with heavy duty cuffs but in fury for what Marcus had done. “Pathetic, Couldn’t even handle a simple stab wound. You call yourself an astral being” Marcus said in disgust while holding a kitchen knife that was covered in yellowish orange liquid. I assume it was Sun blood, The sight had me in an almost blind rage as I walked over to Marcus fast and placed my hand on his shoulder.

“Simone, for the last time I…!” Marcus turned his head to see me and stood there frozen in surprise.

“Wrong person you bastard” I growled before I clutched my right fist and swung it at Marcus face. The impact with my fist to his face knocked him to the ground in pain as much as I was but my adrenaline didn’t let me feel it yet. “You are one sick bastard, not only did you break so many rules but harmed a being for what? Your stupid enjoyment or something!” I growled in anger as Marcus got up and held his sore ass face while tightly holding the knife in his other hand.

“Nice punch Rookie, but you're late and now you will watch your precious astral suffer in pain and so will you” Marcus smirked before he swung his arm with the knife and slash my arm, and a little of my chest. I hissed in pain and held my now wounded arm as the other Scientists ran over to apprehend Marcus. Simone called for security as they quickly came and took Marcus out who was laughing like a psychopath. “Bastard!” I grit my teeth before I went over to Sun who was on the ground groaning in pain. “Someone get me a first aid now!” I said allow enough that Simone ran and came back with a large first aid kit.

“Let me…Leave, before you become a victim Simone”

I interrupted Simone as we both heard Moon and Eclipse growl in anger. Simone, being the smart one actually listened as he quickly left my side. As I quickly worked on patching up Sun wound, I didn’t hear a click sound as I was too busy trying to help Sunny.

When I was trying to wrap up Sun’s wounded side. I saw a large hand over mine that stopped me from proceeding. “Your hurt comet, let me do this” Moons said as he took over and undo the bandage which had me wanting to stop him but I was suddenly picked up by Eclipse.”Moon got this comet, we need to focus on healing you” Eclipse said as he held me in his lower set of arms while his upper pair on arms took my wounded arm in them. I let out a groan of pain when Eclipse moved my arm to have a better angle at it as he gave me an apologetic look.

“This will hurt a bit” Eclipse warned me as he pressed his hand on my wound. My eyes closed roughly as the pain increased and I let out a whine as it hurt like hell. Soon I felt something easing the pain away as the pressure from Eclipse’s hand slowly lightened up a bit. After what felt like minutes had passed, I no longer felt pain as I opened my eyes and looked to see a slightly tired Eclipse.

“That should do it” Eclipse gave me a tired smile as I looked to see what he did. The wound on my arm was healed and an astral star-like pattern was left behind on my arm. “What did you…Don’t question it for now” Eclipse pulled me close to him as he nuzzled his warm-like cheek against mine. I wasn’t gonna argue with him since I guessed that he used an ability to heal me that drained him a bit. I smiled softly and gave Eclipse a kiss on his cheek which made him purr softly before I turned to see Sun being set up by Moon. “How is Sunny doing Moony?” I asked in a worried tone even tho I know Moon has helped Sun heal. “I-I’m alright comet, I just need some rest is all” Sunny spoke shakingly as I gestured to Moon to bring him closer to me carefully.

As Moon had Sun and himself sat down in front of eclipse and I. I carefully press my head against Sun as he did the same with me. “I’m sorry” I lightly stroke Sun cheek with my hand as I apologize to him suddenly. “For what comet, you didn’t hurt us” Sunny said in a slight surprise. “Even if I wasn’t the one who did it, I feel like it’s my fault for letting this happen.” Shaking in anger and fear, I felt tears from my eyes starting to run down my cheeks as I felt so disappointed in myself for not protecting them.

“Y/n..”

Feeling Sunny moving away from me a bit. I looked down to avoid eye contact because I didn’t want to show them my weak side. Suddenly I felt both warm and cold on my cheeks as my head tilted up to look at the three Astral beings. “You're not at fault for what had happened today Sunshine” Sunny spoke first as Moon and Eclipse nodded their heads.

“If it was anyone’s fault, it would be Marcus’s fault. He knew better yet he still didn’t listen and broke the facilities rules” Moon said as he gently wipes my tears away and places a light kiss on my crown. “Both Moon and Sun are right little comet, But for now let’s not have that human bother us as we’re all here together” Eclipse chimed in as he once again nuzzled against me and sun did the same.

I chuckled softly by how sweet the three were being towards me after what had happened today. This made me want to help them escape more while also falling for them a lot more than I wanted to. I wasn’t complaining because it is nice to be loved by someone whether it was human or not.

“I’m spending the night here with you guys if the facility likes it or not”