#hell my mother is sick and I’m supposed to be watching her but she’s the one who wrestled me last night to get some sugar on my gums as I

[that-dreaded-wolf]

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[iamsebastiansstan]

surrender at your feet - stepbro!NAC x fem!reader

summary - This kink is getting out of hand, but he doesn’t give a single fuck, because where he is sick and rotten, she is, too.

wc - 15k lol - MINORS DNI !

warnings - dark!Nicholas so beware, stepcest, manipulation, somnophilia, oral (m and f receiving), edging, crying during sex, dirty talk, face slapping (the sexual and non sexual kind), borderline abusive Nicholas, panty kink, non-consensual voyeurism (he's watching her taking a shower without her knowing), exhibitionism (grinding where others could see), but they looove each other whatever whatever <3

A/N - this one... LOL THIS ONE almost did me in, it took me so long to write and it's nowhere near done but it was gnawing at my brain so I had to post it. 's a likkle fucked up so don't read if you aren't into that sick shit, thanks. super plot heavy, part two is gonna be a lot smuttier! feedback is always appreciated, love you <3

this one is for @hoffmansgirl and @urlitttlevenicebitch specifically, thanks for holding my hand throughout all this nastiness my Darlings 🖤

PART 1 / 2:

It started a couple of years back, when she first came into his life, fists swinging and lips cursing. She hated it, hated being part of this family, hated the new house she moved into, hated his father, hated him.

It was a lot for her to take in, and he understood. He, too, had some nights where he had to clench his teeth through the onslaught of tears, fuming at the fact that his mother just up and left them like that, moved to fucking Italy to be with Sergio or Francesco or whatever the fuck his name is, giving up everything she had in her life, including her only son. It hurt, but he bore it, and that was the main difference between them, wasn’t it? Where she was loud and rebellious, a little spitfire, he was quiet and brooding, preferring to keep a low profile.

He's just glad she got used to it, over time, even building a solid relationship with her stepfather. He was grateful for the mother figure his stepmom posed in his life, as well, he had missed having that. 

The two of them, though? 

Acquaintances rather than stepsiblings, and he couldn’t pick between hating the frost between them or being thankful for the emotional distance, considering his feelings towards her. Feelings he doesn’t- can’t- talk about. 

They grew into their adult years together, and the older they got, the more he’s had to try to resist her, his rational brain reminding him of what it’d look like, the rest of his body yearning for her in ways he didn’t even know were possible. 

He’s also glad they both decided to stay home for college, so he can keep an eye on her, brotherly love and all that. Their house isn’t big, but three slim stories high, and he shares the top floor with her, his bedroom next to hers, a bathroom across the hall, blessedly far away from where their parents sleep one floor down. The walls are thin, too, so he can make sure she isn’t sneaking out at night, or taking phone calls she isn’t supposed to be having, and-

He's protective, sue him.

“Nick, have you seen my tanning oil?” she calls from just outside his door, making him look up from the video game he’s playing. 

His frustration runs deep, he’s getting fucking obliterated.

“It’s not in the cabinet?”

“No, that’s why I’m asking!”

“Maybe you left it downstairs yesterday?”

They’re on summer break, and every day, like clockwork, she spends her whole morning tanning her skin, lounging by the pool, reading a book. This past semester has been hard on her, he knows, so she didn’t exactly have time for a job on the side, which means going away on vacation is not in the cards for her right now. He’d love for them to go away together, he’d pay for it no problem, but there’s no way in hell she’d ever say yes to that, so he stays home and sulks. But only a little. He doesn’t mind.

He looks out the window and sees her stomping towards the sunbed, bending down in her tiny bikini that’s showing off her ass and straightening out with the bottle of oil clutched tightly in her hand. She turns towards where his window is and smiles at him, giving him a thumbs up that makes him feel warm on the inside. 

Here’s another thing he loves about having a room on this floor, apart from getting to share it with her: his big window has a very clear view of their garden including the pool, where he can watch her skimpy swimsuit-clad body, covered in oil, at that, for as long as he wants, but if he stands to the side just so, he also gets a glimpse of the spacious outdoor shower their parents insisted on building last summer. It’s perfect to rinse off in after the mud treatments they like to put on in their outdoor sauna, but also perfect to clean yourself in after you’ve doused your body in oil that you don’t want to soil the inside bathroom with, the way his sister prefers to do. He can’t see everything from there, especially not without getting caught- one look up and his hiding spot would be busted- but he can see enough to satisfy his need to feel closer to her, see more of her, his delusion of connection being fed plenty. 

And so he patiently waits for her to get tired of laying around, for her to start feeling too hot under the rays of the August sun, for her to pack up her stuff and languidly move to the shower. Nicholas gets up from his desk and discreetly positions himself just right, just to see enough of the shower. It’s built in a spiral with the showerhead in the middle, and she hangs up her silk robe outside and then walks in, hands already reaching behind herself to pull the strings of her top, making it fall away. This is a sight he’ll never grow tired of: her full breasts on display, perky nipples hard from the change in temperature, making his mouth water for a taste. He’d treat them so well, suck them so good. 

Next are her bottoms, and this is where his line of sight isn’t cutting it properly, he can’t see past the curve of her ass or the spot where her stomach becomes her mound, but he’s okay with it, okay with imagining it without knowing exactly. It makes it sweeter, in a way, lets the anticipation build for what he hopes will someday become an inevitability. 

Grabbing the bottle of shower gel from the rack on the wall and spreading it on her loofa generously, she starts cleaning herself, rubbing her small hands all over that smooth skin, getting rid of the oil that made her look shiny and lickable. Nicholas feels his cock stir but he doesn’t do anything about it, the risk of getting caught too high. He can explain away why he’s standing by his window, but there’s no explanation for why he’s looking outside with his cock in his hand. He just commits every moment to memory and jerks off after, that’s how it’s always been. 

Always, up until now, apparently, because she does something he’s never seen her do before: she leans against the wall, just outside of the stream of water, and lets one hand trail down her stomach, very obviously stopping at her pussy and keeping it there. Her other hand grabs at her breast as she throws her head back, and Nicholas audibly moans when he realizes that fuck, his stepsister is touching herself under the shower. He knows it’s wrong to watch, has known since the very first time he did, having to squash the guilt day in and day out, but he couldn’t look away now if he tried. 

Hand grabbing his cock through his shorts, he palms at the hardness of it, bites his lip when she does, wishes he could look down at her body the way she does, see what she’s doing to that undoubtedly sweet pussy of hers. It’s like his brain has been switched off when he plunges his hand into his underwear and grasps his rock hard dick, not pulling it out but giving himself enough room for movement as he desperately jerks it, speeding up when he sees her arm moving faster, not daring to shut his eyes as he watches her close hers and come with her face scrunched up. It doesn’t take him long and he’s right there with her, spilling his load hot all over himself, uncaring because what he just witnessed was the hottest thing of his life.

She sighs heavily, judging by the movement of her chest, and he sees her clean herself quickly before shutting the water off and grabbing the towel that’s hanging to the side.

He doesn’t stay to watch her walk out. 

*** 

He acts normal around her, because of course he does, what else is he supposed to do? They eat dinner together every night, as a family, they go to the movies every now and then, when there’s something good on and her friends are busy, he drives her home from parties, when his friends decide to drink and make him the designated driver of the group. 

Such is the case tonight, after a few students from their college had one too many at the bar crawl and he offered to take some of them home. After dropping off his last friend from the group, it’s just the two of them in the car.

“You never drink,” she mumbles, watching the streetlights as they drive by.

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Just not my thing.”

She scoffs. “I feel like you’d be a lot more fun if you did.”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. This is a level of honesty she wouldn’t allow herself without liquid courage. 

“Why’s that?”

“Dunno,” she shrugs. “You’re a little… stuck-up. Actually, no. You’re strict.”

He smiles softly.

“I guess I am. You had fun tonight?”

She grins at him when he looks over at her.

“Fuck yeah. Gave Sam my number, he said he’d text me tomorrow.” 

Jealousy flares in his chest, bright and ugly, and he grips the steering wheel to keep himself from saying something he’ll regret.

“Oh, really? I heard he’s bad news, (Y/N).”

She clicks her tongue, all sass, before she replies, “People talk, but it’s mainly bullshit. He’s a good guy.”

He lets her answer hang in the air, out of things to contribute to this stupid conversation. Fuckin’ Sam, of all people. 

After a while, she speaks up again.

“What about you? I never see you with anyone.”

He smiles to himself, shrugging.

“I date around a bit, nothing serious. I don’t have the capacity for it right now.”

I’m too focused on you, he doesn’t say. It’s been around two weeks since he’s had sex, choosing to hit up a girl from class every now and then, when his frustration gets too intense, but he’s not really interested in anything but the physical, with nobody. Well, nobody apart from his stepsister, of course.

They arrive at home, and he parks the car, turns it off and looks to his right where she’s sitting.

“Lots of girls have a crush on you, Nicholas,” she whispers, doesn’t look at him, “I hear them talk. They want you.”

He knows, but he doesn’t care.

“Yeah? And how does that make you feel, to hear them thirsting after your big brother?”

He’s tethering on an edge, here, and he’s aware of it. They don’t really talk about what they are to each other, they don’t really talk at all, actually, but he throws caution in the wind and hopes her drunk self will let him get away with it.

Her eyes are hard when they meet his, albeit for just a second.

“I think it’s stupid,” she mumbles, “none of them are good enough for you.” With that she undoes her seatbelt and gets out, bends down to look at him one more time, says, “Thank you for the ride, Nick,” and slams the door shut.

He sits there long after she’s walked into the house. 

*** 

When he hears a slight, insistent buzzing sound, he first thinks it’s tinnitus. He pops his ears, digs a knuckle in to try to make it stop before deciding that, nope, it’s not coming from within his head. It’s coming from the other side of the wall.

Seeing as the walls are paper-thin, Nicholas hears most of what goes on in her room, as does she when he doesn’t watch how loud he’s being in his.

He doesn’t listen to music loudly, instead he opts for using his headphones, because he knows she loves to read and prefers a quiet atmosphere to do so. She stops her singing and humming at around ten p.m., because she knows he’s a ridiculously light sleeper and can hear every sound she makes. They look out for each other, as siblings are supposed to, no matter their relation.

But he’s never heard buzzing before, especially not like this, it’s too drawn out for it to be her phone leaned against the wall, signaling a call. Is it a hair clipper? In her room? No way, why would she-

“Oh… oh, fuck,” he hears, her voice high and breathy, and-

Oh. Oh. 

Heat crawls up his neck as he lets the realization sink in, tries his best to stay still and not press his head against the wall to listen in further. He lasts exactly eleven seconds before he’s scooting across his bed to get as close as possible, to hear as much as he can. 

Her moans are stifled but they’re audible nonetheless, making his cock stir. The buzzing must be a vibrator, something she apparently has never used before, because he would’ve heard it if it was the same as this one. Or maybe she’s only used it when he was out of the house, which makes an uncomfortable feeling spread in his gut. Why is she hiding this from him? What else is she hiding from him? 

Nicholas reels himself in through the fog of horniness clouding his mind, reminds himself that she isn’t hiding anything, per se, reminds himself that she’s got a right to privacy, and he is crossing many lines by doing what he does, but. He can’t help it, alright? He needs her, he adores her. 

So he presses his ear against the wall above his headboard, works his pants open and takes his cock out, and bites his lip to keep from moaning right along with her as he listens to her labored breathing, the strong buzzing of the toy that’s pressed- into her pussy? against her pussy?- and the slight whimper that escapes her every now and then. He’s always only imagined what she’d sound like, but now he’s got her actual noises in his ears, and he saves those sounds to his spank bank to get off to forever. God, he can’t believe she’s so vocal even when she’s undoubtedly trying not to be. What a fucking treat she is for him. 

It's over faster than he’d like to admit but he can’t be embarrassed when this literal wet dream material landed in his lap, and after he’s made himself bust to the sound of her reaching her peak herself, biting his knuckles and doing everything in his power not to make a sound and scare her off, he takes his shirt off to wipe the mess with, not finding anything else within arm’s reach.

Deciding to wait a beat before going to the bathroom for a shower, he’s surprised to see her exiting her room at the exact same time he does, looking disheveled and holding a towel with something bundled up in it. No doubt that fucking toy. Her eyes widen comically when she sees him, stops in her tracks, and he can’t help the raise of his eyebrows either. 

“You go ahead,” he tells her, motioning to the bathroom.

“Nah,” she says, her cheeks coloring adorably, “I gotta shower, I’ll take a bit longer.”

He nods, suppresses a smirk.

“Okay, I’ll give you a knock when I’m done.” 

Feeling smug, he purposely takes his time, lets her stew in her discomfort. 

Walking back to his room, he gives her the promised knock before closing his door behind himself. He listens for her footsteps. It takes her almost five minutes to move. 

*** 

If you asked Nicholas if he’d describe himself as creepy, he’d flat-out tell you no. If you asked him if he’d call himself a perv, he’d have to think about it. If you, however, asked him if he’s got some serious sexual issues, he’d nod enthusiastically and ask you if you had the number of a good therapist. Or a priest. At this point, he’ll take any help he can get.

Because he knows this isn’t normal, knows it rationally, but the thing is that he’s a dude in his twenties who just so prefers to think with his cock, mainly, and so he doesn’t care. 

Plus, lately, she’s been a real tease. Nothing too crazy, subtility is her strong suit, but enough to drive him mad. When she sits herself down next to him at dinner, she’ll turn to him, put her feet up on his chair, under his thighs. 

“Please, warm them for me?” she’ll pout, making him roll his eyes in fake annoyance while his heartrate kicks up a notch. 

“You’re not even wearing socks!” he’ll snap, but of course he’ll warm her feet up.

She’s started tanning topless, but only when she’s on her stomach, not revealing too much, but more than she has before. The sight of her tits under the shower is still a treat, though. 

And, on top of it all, she’s started putting her clothes in his hamper. They each have their own hamper in the bathroom, right next to each other, and mix-ups have happened over the years, but three in one week is a bit much. First it was her shirt, then it was two pairs of socks, then her bra. He wordlessly put them into hers without thinking about it, but now he’s struggling.

Because now he’s looking at a thong, a worn thong, on top of the shirt he tossed in last night. How he knows it’s worn? There’s a tiny spot on the crotch, dried pussy juice, whatever it may be, but it suddenly makes his tongue feel heavy and the sight of it makes him think the only way to stop his brain from short circuiting is to put his mouth on it, which, no. Even for him, that is too far, he doesn’t do that.

What he does do, however, after he checks behind himself to make sure she isn’t coincidentally walking by at this exact moment, is pocket them, walk into his room with them heavy on his person, and when he shuts the door, he realizes he hasn’t taken a single breath the entire way there. 

His hands shake when they take the panties out, and his cock hardens so fast that it makes him dizzy for a second. He contemplates bringing them up to his nose and inhaling but decides against it. If he ever gets to smell her, he wants it to be her, fully, nothing else. Tossing them on the bed, he sits down, takes a minute to himself.

That must have fucking been on purpose, right? There is no way she didn’t do that for him to find it. No way. The thong was planted, presented, almost, she wanted him to see it and then what? What reaction is she expecting? He won’t give her a direct one, that’s for damn sure. It’s too risky, what if it really was accidental, he’d make himself look like an absolute psycho.

Resolute, he decides not to do anything about it yet, not regarding her, at least. By himself, that’s another story entirely. He’s undoing his pants before he knows it, taking off his shirt and getting completely naked. Nick leans back against his headboard, gets comfortable among the pillows, and starts playing with his cock slowly.

He's hard, wet already, throbbing, but he takes his time, teases the tip, imagines it’s her tongue instead. Grabbing the panties, he wraps them around his base, makes sure they’re on properly and holds them with one hand while his other speeds up, eager to get off. The sight of that lacy black material around his dick, the contrast similar to how it’d be if he just got her on her back, pulled them to the side and slid into her hot cunt, that thought driving him insane, driving him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

He comes with a shout and isn’t even ashamed of it, makes sure to let his semen run along his shaft and pool on the material of the thong, let it get soaked a little, before he takes it away completely and uses it to wipe away what he can. For the rest he uses a tissue from his bedside table. 

It takes him a while to build that courage up, but he walks to her hamper, puts her ruined underwear at the very top of the dirty pile of her laundry.

Hours later, at night when everyone’s asleep and regret hits him, panic grips at his throat, he goes through it again, can’t find the damn pair of panties among the same pile of clothes.

Nobody in the house did the laundry today, he knows, he’s been the only one at home the entire time.

*** 

Their parents have no qualms about going on vacation for a few weeks and leaving their kids at home alone, and he’s absolutely fine with it for the most part, if only she wasn’t so insistent on letting her rebellious streak show now that nobody can correct her, partying every damn night and showing up at all times of the morning, leaving him worried sick.

“At least have the fucking decency to let me know when you won’t be coming home, so I don’t worry,” he snaps at her after the fourth night of her going out.

“You’re not my fucking father,” she hisses and leaves, skirt too short and heels too high, leaving Nicholas boiling with rage.

It’s only a small surprise when, one day, he walks into the living room after a post-lunch nap and catches her on the couch, straddling Sam. He had forgotten about the guy, about her telling him that they’d exchanged numbers, and he feels the bright hot mix of jealousy and anger make its way into his blood stream.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, smirks when they jump apart, ending their little make out session, “who do we have here?”

She glares at him with her mouth red and wet, panting slightly, and if he had any less self-control, he’d grab her by the throat and drag her off this loser’s lap.

“Nicholas, hey dude,” Sam chuckles, a little embarrassed and a lot sheepish as she gets off his lap, stands up with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Let’s go up to my room, Sam,” she says, is about to pull him up when Nicholas’ loud laugh interrupts her, makes her whip her head around to look at him.

Stop being weird, her gaze tells him, but she has no clue how normal he’s being right now, has no clue what it is he wants to do instead. 

“I don’t fucking think so, (Y/N),” he snarls, leans against the wall with his arms crossed as well. Two can play this game. “Samuel, you were just about to leave, weren’t you.”

“Actually, I- I wasn’t really-“

“Wasn’t a question.”

“Nick!” she hisses, looks at him with wide-eyed fury, “What the fuck are you doing? Sam, you really don’t have to leave, let’s just go upstairs.” 

“(Y/N),” Nicholas starts, grit teeth and dark eyes, “I said he’s leaving, end of story.” 

“Hey, it’s all good, babe,” Sam says, and even though that nickname makes Nicholas’ stomach turn, he appreciates that the boy has at least some respect left. “I don’t wanna get you in trouble. I’ll see you around, yeah?”

He presses a kiss to her cheek and grabs his backpack, walks past Nicholas with a small nod and disappears through the door. The silence he leaves behind is deafening as they look at each other, and she’s spitting mad, he can tell, shaking with it.

She grits, “What the fuck was that?” 

He shrugs, tries to act nonchalant, tries to keep control over the situation.

“You’re not going to hang out with him again, okay?”

“What?” she yells, disbelief coloring her voice.

“Lower your fuckin’ tone when speaking to me,” he hisses, stalks over to her and grabs her by the shoulders. “Sam is a piece of shit, and I will not let my sister hang around people like him, am I understood? You won’t see him again.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He doesn’t think, just for a second, and suddenly his hand is at her throat, slamming her against the wall and crowding into her. He can’t consider his next steps, the ringing in his ears is too loud.

“Who the fuck do you think I am, huh? It’s enough now, (Y/N)! It’s enough!”

There’s fear in her eyes as she stares up at him, pulse hammering under his fingertips, but she doesn’t fight him, doesn’t struggle against him. 

He cages her in, lips a hair-width from hers as he gently whispers, “Now, what is it that you’re not going to do anymore?”

She swallows hard, a movement that’s constricted by his tight grip.

“S-see Sam,” she whimpers, not taking her gaze off him.

Nicholas smiles. 

“Atta girl,” he praises, moves the knuckle of his other hand along her cheekbone. “And while we’re at it, you’re not going to any more parties, okay? Four in a row are enough, don’t you think?” She gives him a jerky nod, wordless but appeasing, nonetheless. “Very good, wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” he smiles, condescension dripping from every syllable, watching her shake her head no before he lets instinct take over and presses a kiss to her forehead, all loving brother like. “Now go up to your room, I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”

She’s out of his grasp before he can even step away fully.

He serves dinner silently, chicken and mac’n’cheese, her favorite. She whispers a small thank you and digs in, doesn’t look at him. Nicholas knows he might have gone a bit far today, especially so suddenly, but he only did it for her. The stories about Sam really did make their rounds, and he’d hate for his little sister to be known as one of that scumbag’s girls. Fuck no. 

“’m sorry about today,” he says after he’s let the atmosphere settle. “I should’ve been gentler, less angry, maybe. But I really am just worried about you, (Y/N), you can understand that, can’t you?”

It takes her a beat before she can look at him, chewing her food slowly. He gives her a small smile, encouraging, he hopes. He puts his hand on the table, palm up, looks at it then looks at her. She’s eyeing him with distrust before exhaling deeply, slowly, oh so slowly, reaching out and putting her hand in his.

His heart is threatening to beat out of his chest- they don’t touch, not ever- but he’s grateful. He considers it an accepted peace offering.

“I know,” she mumbles, “I was just… excited. About him liking me. I know it was probably a stupid thing of me to do.” 

“It was,” he says, keeping his tone gentle, “but it’s okay, I’m here to fix it if needed, okay? I’m your big brother, I’ll help you.”

“You keep saying that,” she notes, eyes hard but tone unsure. “That- that you’re my brother. But you aren’t, not really. We aren’t related.” 

He hums, thinks about how he should react without giving too much away. She’s right, they aren’t, but he needs her to trust him the way she would if they were. 

“We’re family in all the ways that matter, (Y/N). Okay?” he decides to say, squeezes her hand with the corners of his mouth tucked up.

That’s enough for her, apparently, because she gives him a nod and goes back to eating her dinner. When he lets go of her hand, she keeps it on the table, just within reach. 

He takes it as a sign, he’s going to be okay. 

She spends the entire next day in bed, not going outside once, and he knows because he hears that damn toy buzzing. His dick and his palm are sore by the time evening rolls around, because after all, he had to at least try to match her one for one. At least Sam is nowhere to be found, and Nick intends to keep it that way.

*** 

It sneaks in slowly, the need to be more involved, to order her around. It shows up at lunch, at dinner, one more piece of broccoli, one more scoop of rice. 

“Are you on a diet or somethin’? You’ve barely eaten.”

“Guess my appetite isn’t very big today.”

“C’mon, have some more.” Silence. “Hey, (Y/N).” A wide-eyed look. “For me?” A tiny smile, a shrug, a nod.

He refills her plate, an itsy-bitsy portion, and smiles when she eats it. He doesn’t want her to start feeling unwell now that she wakes up late and skips breakfast altogether, he needs to take care of her when their parents aren’t around. Nicholas isn’t the type to control anyone’s food intake, that would be ridiculous, but he doesn’t want her to miss out on her nutrients. 

Sometimes, she doesn’t let him.

“I really am full, I’ll have the leftovers tomorrow.”

He concedes, smiles at her. 

“Okay, I’ll put the rest in the fridge. The container is microwave proof, yeah?”

“’kay. Thank you, Nick.”

When he passes by her, he decides to be impulsive and bend down, press a kiss to the top of her head. He feels himself blush when she preens under his touch. It’s not weird, it’s a show of appreciation between stepsiblings. 

He’s walking by the bathroom, snacking on a banana, when he sees her standing in front of the mirror and curling her hair. Nick stops, leans against the doorframe and takes a bite.

“You going out in that?” he asks, motions with the half-eaten banana.

She turns, surprised, looks down at herself.

“Yeah, why? You don’t like it?”

“Where are you going?”

“Getting coffee with the girls.”

He hums, looks her up and down, unashamed in his staring. She may think it’s for the outfit, he knows it’s for her delicious body. 

“I feel like a flowy skirt would be cute. Or a dress, I don’t know. Nothing too short.”

She nods, looks at her baggy jeans.

“Want me to change?” her tone is genuine when she asks, none of the usual snark audible in it.

Nicholas chews slowly, looks to the side, unsure what to do. She’s letting him do this, giving it to him.

“Do you want to?”

“If… if you want me to, then yeah.”

He nods, finishes the bite, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, change into that olive green tennis skirt you have. It’ll go well with your top.” 

She smiles brightly, nods. 

“Okay, I will.” He’s just about to turn and walk away when she calls, “Thank you, big brother.” 

He throws her a smile over his shoulder and scurries away to dispose of the banana peel. His dick is hard in his pants.

Before she walks out, she knocks on his door, steps in when he allows it.

“Like this?” she asks, twirls once to let him see the full outfit.

She’s so fucking cute, he can’t decide if he wants to wrap her up in his arms forever or fuck her ‘til she’s crying.

He beckons her closer with his index finger, reaches out to touch the hem of her skirt once she’s close enough, pulls at it, like he’s assessing the material.

“Much better,” he rasps, smiles up at her from where he’s sitting at his desk chair. “Have fun, pretty. Call me if you need anything.”

She nods, smile so wide the corners of her eyes are crinkling, and she leaves. He exhales deeply, a warm feeling in his chest. This is going better than he could’ve imagined. 

“Come watch this movie with me,” he says, popcorn already in his lap, finger about to press play on the remote.

“I was gonna go to sleep… I’m so tired.”

That’s what she had said the past two nights, as well, only to stay up to fuck herself until well after midnight. It really must be a new toy, he thinks, her obsession with it, with getting off, way too intense for it to be anything but a new sensation. He knows she’s not a virgin, much to his dismay, but he has no clue if she gets fucked on the regular. Nick’s been making it difficult for her as well, he knows, not letting her out of the house too late.

“C’mon, just a bit? If you fall asleep, I’ll carry you upstairs.”

“I don’t know, Nick…”

“(Y/N),” he starts, voice stern now, “come sit down with me. It’s been a while since we last just spent time together.”

Reluctantly, she stomps her way over to him, annoyed. She does sit down, though, he’ll give her that, doesn’t even put too much distance between them. He smiles, presses play and leans back, enjoying the intro. She takes a handful of popcorn when he holds the bowl out to her but declines a second, which he’s fine with. 

It doesn’t take long for her to start squirming. 

First, it’s just some movement back and forth, it can pass as burrowing into the couch cushions, getting comfortable. Then it’s crossing and uncrossing her legs, over and over again, before she gives up with a humph and sits still. That lasts all of five minutes before she moves again, tucking her legs under her, then putting her weight on her right hip, then her left, shuffling around until he loses his patience.

“Could you stop fucking moving, what is your problem?” he snaps, looks over to her furrowed brows and mouth turned into a frown.

“I can’t get comfy!” she says, a slight whine in her voice, and he doesn’t know if she’s being bratty or if she really is just frustrated. 

“Just sit your ass down, (Y/N), it can’t be that hard.” 

“Whatever,” she mumbles and stays in the position she is in.

That is, until her squirming starts up again not even ten minutes later, with her sitting on her hands, then wringing them between her thighs, making him unable to focus on the movie. 

“That’s it,” he growls and without a second thought he hauls her up, ignores her screech of protest as he positions her between his thighs, holds her upper body tight while his legs secure hers.

“Nicholas, what the fuck?! Let me go!”

“What the fuck you so restless for, huh?” he breathes against her ear, but it’s in no way sexual. He needs her to hold still.

“Just let me go up to my room, please,” she whines, throws her head back, and he wonders what the hell has gotten into her when he remembers that, oops, he has been keeping her from going upstairs to play with her little friend.

His stepsister is horny, he realizes. 

A dirty smirk spreads along his face as he grips her tighter, makes her lean against him as he cages her in.

“Why? What’s so important in your room?” he asks, all fake cluelessness, loves watching her squirm when trying to come up with an answer.

She’s hot all over now, he can feel it, and he enjoys it massively. 

“Nothing, ‘m just sleepy, please- Nick, c’mon! This is fucked up!” 

She thrashes against him, but she���s got no chance, there’s a reason why he works out six days a week, and when she’s tired herself out enough, she goes limp against him.

“Tell ya what,” Nichola says, smug in how conversational he sounds, how nonchalant as he repositions her, puts her against his side, her wrists clutched in one strong hand and her leg hiked up against his stomach where he holds her thigh firmly, doesn’t let her get away. Her core is pressed against his hipbone, partially his thigh, and he feels like he’s dreaming as he does this, like this isn’t real life with real life consequences, that’s how badly he wants it. “If you need it that badly, you’ll give it to yourself against my hip, okay? But that’s the only way, (Y/N), you hear me? The only way.”

Her eyes are wide as saucers where they’re staring at him, mouth agape. She’s so small like this, clutched in his grip, and he wishes he could kiss her, but it’s not time for that, not yet. 

“W-what?” she whispers faintly.

“You heard me. If you need it, then this is how you’ll do it. And if not, then you’ll sit here, all still and pretty, and finish this movie with me. And when I let you go up to your room, you won’t touch, am I understood?”

“You’re fucking insane,” she spits, eyes on fire but her cheeks are red.

Nicholas chuckles, shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

He continues watching the movie and pays her no mind apart from making sure his grip stays too tight for her to get out of. Her breathing is hard, audible, but he ignores it, acts like she’s the weirdo for thinking that this is weird, and when she finally starts squirming again, he has to bite his lip to suppress a smirk.

“Why are you making me do this?” she whispers through a huff, decidedly not looking at him.

“’m not making you do anything. It’s your decision whether you wanna be good or not.”

She scoffs. “You’re so messed up. I can’t believe I have to fucking live with you, put up with… with this shit.”

He shrugs, nonplussed. He knows she doesn’t mean it. Their relationship has never been lovey-dovey, but they’ve never been outright nasty to each other, not even during the hardest times of adjusting in the beginning. 

“Shut up and watch the movie, (Y/N),” he says, dismisses her, enjoys how she’s stewing in her anger and frustration.

It’s miniscule when it starts, the slight flexing of her thighs. Nicholas can feel it, but he doesn’t move, lets her do her thing in the hopes that she’ll get bolder with it, give herself over to her needs. He imagines her clenching her pussy, trying to get friction on her clit that way, wonders how she prefers to come. A strong exhale snaps him out of his thoughts, the way she moves further down his body, again, seeming like she’s settling in against him, but he knows she’s looking for a good angle. 

The fact that her subtility- usually a trait she possesses perfectly- goes flying out the window once she’s horny enough, needy enough, is something he stows away to use against her later, when he needs it. He’s observant, sue him, it’s just natural. 

A few minutes pass before she takes the next step, tightening her leg around him through a cough, ridiculously so. Why’d she have to cough, he thinks bemusedly, it’s not a sound she’s trying to cover up, but a movement. Wide hips and an undoubtedly needy cunt, that’s what she’s currently rolling against him, slowly and irregularly. He feels frustrated for her, there’s no way this is doing anything to help, and it shows in the way she huffs every now and then, impatience building.

“Just do it,” he whispers, keeps his voice calm and his chest even despite his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. “You can, what’re you scared of?”

The breath rushing out of her lungs is shaky as she turns her head and buries her face in his shoulder, a groan escaping her.

“Please, Nick,” she whines- sobs, almost- as he trails his hand down to her tailbone, pushes her flush against him, encourages her to rotate her hips and rub herself against him.

“That’s a good girl, just like that,” Nicholas whispers, nose in her hair, smelling the faint scent of roses. “Give in, that’s it. You can make yourself feel good, it’s okay.”

She positions herself so she gets more of his thigh between her legs and starts humping him in earnest, breathing open-mouthed against his shoulder, and he so badly wishes she would look at him, wants to see the flush on her cheeks and the tears in her eyes. 

“Does that feel good? Tell me, (Y/N).” She nods, but he isn’t satisfied. “Use your words like a big girl, c’mon. Don’t go dumb on me yet.” 

Her whine is high-pitched as she takes a moment to gather the courage, but when she does speak, it makes his cock jump where it’s trapped in his pants. 

“Y-yeah, ‘s good… oh, oh fuck.”

When he’s sure she won’t bolt, he lets go of her arms, snakes his hands around her body and guides her movements. Her hands immediately hold onto his torso, face burying in his neck, moist breath against his skin. This feels so much like heaven that he’s dizzy with it. 

“Yeah, that’s nice, ain’t it? Atta girl.”

Her movements are precise, he knows she’s found a way to make it good, to hit her desired spot just right by the way her body is bound tight, and her breathing is labored, words stuttered. That’s all he can see with her gorgeous face turned away from him, but he’ll get there. He grabs her ass and grinds his thigh into her pussy, grins at her surprised moan.

“Holy fuck,” she hisses, cants her hips back and forth across a good spot.

“Yeah, that’s it, just like that. Needed it badly, didn’t you? Your cunt’s been desperate all evening, huh?”

She nods, gives him a broken confirmation, whines when he threads his fingers into her hair and pulls.

“Nnngh, Nick, I need- ugh, I can’t-“

“Yes, you can. Look at me, (Y/N). C’mon, look at me, baby.” 

He’s pushing it with the nickname, but he doesn’t care, not when his dick is leaking steadily in his pants, needy to feel her. Not yet, though, he needs to play his cards right. 

When she looks up it knocks the breath out of his chest, the way her lips are bitten raw, her eyes glazed over, cheeks covered by a pink blush and a slight sheen of sweat. She’s so hot for it, and he’s so hot for her, and he needs her to come so he can go to his room and jerk off while thinking of exactly this scenario for… forever, probably. He’ll never get her out of his system, he just knows it, his baby stepsister anchored deep in his soul.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes, resists the urge to kiss her, but he does put a thumb to her lips and lets her suck a kiss into the pad of it while her hips work tirelessly to get her pussy off. “From now on, whenever you need it this badly, you come to me, okay? You ask me and I’ll help you. Am I making myself clear, (Y/N)?”

She nods dazedly, furrows her brows as her hips start speeding up.

“Y-yeah, Nick, I’ll ask you. Need it, need t’a ask you, need it.”

Nicholas�� heart swells three sizes at her promise and he decides to let her tumble over the edge, grinds his thigh into her center and pushes her ass down to meet the thrusts, smiles wickedly when her eyes roll back.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yes-“

“Gonna cream your panties on your big stepbrother’s thigh? That what you need?” Forehead meeting his shoulder, she whines through a pathetic nod, lets him move her up and down before he whispers, “Let go baby. Show me how you come for your brother, c’mon.”

“Nicholas, fuck!”

The sound she makes when she releases rivals an angel choir, breathy and high and so full of ecstasy, he feels he could come right there with her, completely untouched. She rides it out, humps his thigh until she’s shuddering, until she collapses on top of his body to catch her heaving breath.

Nicholas can’t help but pull her tighter against him, hold her through her aftershocks, uncaring about the consequences, about being pushed away. She wouldn’t, no fucking way she would, not when she’s this vulnerable and he’s this willing to help her through any situation. 

They stay like that for a little before he reaches down to take her by the chin, pull her head up to look at him. There are unshed tears in her eyes, a wobbly lip, but he can’t be the one dealing with this now. She needs to settle in on her own. 

“You did so well, ‘m proud of you,” he smiles, shakes her face a little, “you okay?”

Taking a beat, she nods her head, albeit a little hesitantly. 

He smiles at that, lets go of her and darts his eyes to the stairs. 

“Good. Off you go then, get cleaned up and then get in bed. And no touching, yeah?” 

She gets up on wobbly legs, steadies herself against the back of the couch as she slowly makes her way to the stairs. Before she disappears, he calls her name, makes her turn around.

“And remember,” he says, grin smug, “you come to me. Always come to me.”

*** 

It’s summer, and it’s way too hot, and Nicholas usually finishes his daily swim before she even wakes up, but today he decides to take it easy and wait for her to take her usual place on the sunbed before he strides out to cool off in the pool.

They haven’t talked about what happened two nights ago, and they won’t, he knows, not explicitly anyway. Luckily, she isn’t avoiding him, the atmosphere when they’re around each other rather comfortable. It’s a little unnerving and a lot surprising, he must admit, but Nicholas has never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

The way she’s watching him jump into the water, do his laps, lean against the side of the pool to take a breather- none of it goes unnoticed, and he enjoys it immensely. He doesn’t show off on purpose, doesn’t need to, sees her biting her lip at his usual demeanor, no exaggeration needed. When he’s counted his fifty, he heaves himself up and gets out of the pool, her eyes tracking the way his biceps bulge. A smirk makes its way onto his face, all smug, and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

Taking his towel, he wipes his face dry before spreading it across the sunbed next to hers, laying down.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, hiding his eyes behind a pair of shades.

“Already did, didn’t you?”

He hums. “Guess I did.”

“Want some tanning oil?”

“Depends,” he says, dares to, “will you rub it on me?”

Her snort is full of humor, thank God.  

“Fuck no.”

“Then no, thank you.”

He loves their little banter, is fond of it, endlessly grateful that it hasn’t changed since that one fateful night. The silence stretches as they lay there, letting the rays of the sun warm their skin, and soon enough he hears shuffling coming from her side. Looking up, he can see her gathering her stuff. 

“Leaving already?”

She nods. “It’s Nina’s birthday dinner tonight, and I still need to get ready.”

“You’ll show me your outfit before you leave, right?”

Even though he’s phrased it like a question, she knows damn well that it’s an order. This pleases him.

“Yes, of course.”

She’ll go to the shower as she always does, but before she can, he decides to let his little stepsister in on a secret. She’s earned it, after all, being such a good girl for him.

“Have I ever told you that the window in my room gives me a near perfect view of the inside of our outdoor shower?” he lies conversationally, giving her a blinding smile.

Every muscle in her body tenses momentarily before she turns her head towards him ever so slowly. Her hard swallow is audible, even out here, even to him.

“No,” she rasps, voice shaky, “You never told me that, Nicholas.”

“Hm. Well, just thought you should know.”

He leaves it at that, lays back on his back, trying hard not to smirk. He can sense how this admission is fucking her up on the inside, the shock and the danger tied to it. 

He’s so sure she’ll let it go, but as has become a theme with her, she takes him by surprise when she asks, “Did you only notice? Or… did you- did you watch? Me?”

Brave little girl, he’s almost proud.

Keeping his voice borderline bored, he replies, “I watched, a little. You don’t seriously believe I could look away from a pretty little thing like you, (Y/N).”

He pulls his shades down a little and eyes her body, gives her a nasty smirk before leaning back again.

When she huffs, stalks away to get into that damn shower, he gives her all of ten seconds before he’s after her, sneaking in behind her and catching her just in time to see her bikini top fall away. When she spots him leaning against the entrance, a gasp escapes her, hands flying up to cover herself.

The gesture makes him scoff, all ridicule. 

“Please,” he says, looks her in the eye, “nothing I ain’t seen before, sweetheart.”

A frown makes its way onto her face, petulant and bratty in a way she usually isn’t, and she slowly lowers her hands, gives him an eyeful of her tits. They’re even more gorgeous up-close, and he chuckles dirtily, looks his fill.

“That’s so unfair, Nick,” she tuts, “You look at mine but won’t show me yours?”

His smile softens a little. 

“You’re lookin’ at it,” he says, arms out as if to say: there ya go! “I haven’t seen anything past your waistline, (Y/N).” The look she gives him is skeptical, but he knows what sincerity looks like, knows how to make it visible on his own face. She believes him. “Unless, you want to, of course. In which case…”

A pointed glance at her bikini bottoms has her cross her arms over her chest, scoffing.

“You wish,” she snaps, turns around and ends the conversation.

He lets her.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. But remember your one rule, yeah? You need it, you ask your big brother for help. Got it?”

When she scoffs, doesn’t say anything, chooses to ignore him, he lets himself lose a tiny thread of patience. Three steps take him towards her where he grabs her soaking wet hair, really drives his fingertips into her scalp, and yanks her back so hard her knees buckle through her obnoxious shriek.

“I asked you something, (Y/N),” he hisses, uncaring that her frantic nod makes her cause herself pain, pulling at her hair like that.

She’s grabbing at his arm as she yelps, “Yes, yes I got it, Nicholas, I got it-“

“Good,” he grits, shoves her away from him and eyes her up and down before leaving the shower, leaving her to carefully pat at her surely burning scalp. 

He had to leave, or he would’ve done some damage. Nicholas hates when she ignores him. 

Despite everything, or maybe even because of it, she knocks on his door later to get his approval for her outfit. He takes his time looking at her, makes her twirl for him, reaches under her shirt to make sure the material is thick enough to keep her warm throughout the evening. Nicholas makes her bend down as he kisses her cheek sweetly, resting his forehead against her temple.

“’m sorry,” he apologizes again, truly feeling sour at his outburst, “you be careful, and call me if you need anything, yeah?”

She nods, doesn’t say anything for a long moment before she moves her face, presses a kiss to his forehead. A soft smile directed at him is the last thing he sees before she leaves. 

*** 

It’s been a while since he’s heard the buzzing from the other side of the wall, and now that it’s cutting through the comfortable silence on this warm evening, it makes red hot fury rise in his chest.

Nicholas would consider himself a patient, understanding young man, but with how she’s been playing him, he doesn’t see his positive traits lasting for much longer. He’s been clear, twice now- made her repeat his rule, even- and yet she’s in there, defiling her precious cunt with that… that fucking toy. He hates it.

Without thinking much about it he walks out of his room and steps in front of her door, that annoying sound following him like the plague, before he bursts into her bedroom, stopping in his tracks at the scene before him.

The scoff leaves his lips before he can hold it back. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She’s on her back, legs bent and in the air, hands hidden between her thighs. The wide-eyed look she gives him- full of fear and shock- makes his gut churn. That fucking sound. He needs it off, right now.

“That fucking-“ he snaps, walks over to her and snatches the damn thing out of her hands, turns it off and throws it on the bed. Impulse has him grip her throat, revel in the way her pulse is hammering against his palm, pull her close, terrified gaze meeting his stormy eyes. He doesn’t care. He told her, and now look at her disrespect. “What the fuck did I tell you, huh?”

“Nicholas, wh- what are you-“

He shakes her, not gently, grabs her hair in his other hand so she’d look at him. “What is your rule, (Y/N)? Hm? The one fucking rule I gave you, and here you are, breaking it, fucking-“ he blindly pats the bed in search for the toy, finds it, holds it up to her, “-for this? This thing? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

She doesn’t comprehend, he can tell, and although he usually loves when he’s got her speechless and dumb, now it just pisses him off beyond belief. There’s no way she didn’t know, no fucking way she didn’t know.

“Explain yourself,” he hisses, grips her tighter, wedges himself between her spread thighs and does his best to ignore the warmth emitting from that place. He’s willing to give her a chance, and she better not waste it. 

“I- I didn’t-“ she whimpers, swallows, “I didn’t know you were being- being actually serious, I… I was s-scared.”

The tears in her eyes are threatening to overflow and Nicholas feels his cock twitch at that. Good, let her cry.

He scoffs. “And you expect me to believe that, after everything?”

“What if I had been wrong and you had been fucking with me all along?” she yells, then, surprises him with the way she fights through the tremor in her voice. “You would’ve deemed me a freak and- and shunned me, and then what? Then I’d be without a brother, and- I’d hate- hate that. So much. Fuck!”

He can feel his gaze soften along with his grip on her hair, butterflies exploding in his stomach. His little stepsister needs him, needs him way more than he needs her, apparently, needs him in a way that is so beyond sexual that it makes his head spin. He can work with that, will work with that, until she’s nothing but a thin thread wrapped around his little finger, nothing but a miniscule puddle of putty in his wide palm. 

He suppresses a smirk, turns it into a warm smile, instead. 

“Oh, baby,” he coos, scoots closer and rests his forehead against hers, feels her heaving chest and warm breath, “you’ll never be without me again, you hear me? There’s nothing you could do that would turn me away from you. Now that we’re siblings, this shit is forever, do you understand? Tell me, (Y/N).”

Her eyes are screwed shut but she nods at his demand, inhales deeply and exhales slowly, calming herself like a big girl. His big girl.

“Ye-yeah, I guess,” she murmurs, “I do now.”

He hums, leans in and presses their mouths together, a dry press with explosive consequences. His heart starts hammering in his chest when she lets out a sigh against his lips, and he breaks away with a smile, looks her in the eye.

“Okay?”

She nods, licks her red, red lips. Another kiss, just as chaste. He won’t give in, not yet. 

“Now,” he starts, puts the bass back in his voice, “this… this can’t go unpunished, though, you get that, right?”

Her eyes widen while her brows furrow, confusion evident on that gorgeous face. He looks at her sheepishly.

“W-why? It wasn’t, like, on purpose.”

Nick chuckles, finds the toy easily, turns it over in his hands. It’s slightly sticky where it’s been pressed against her, but he doesn’t mind. He intends to make it messier. 

“Accidents can happen, of course,” he drawls, allows, “but this early on in our relationship? Nah, don’t think so.”

With that he switches the toy on, leans back and pushes her thighs apart, moves slow and deliberate. Her gaze stays questioning up until he presses the buzzing vibrator against her cunt fully, watches when her leg twitches. She’s beautiful down here, wet and swollen, lips that will frame the fat length of his cock nicely, a sweet little clit that he’ll love to torture to completion. He’s got so many plans for her, but for now he ignores the salivating of his mouth and focuses his eyes on her rolled back ones, turns the vibe up a notch and smirks wickedly.

“You wanted to come, little sister?” he asks, chuckles darkly, “I’ll make you come. Over and over and over, until you beg me to stop.” Another press of the button, another violent lurch of her upper body that he holds down no problem, “And when you do start to beg,” he hisses, presses closer, revels in her whining and gasping, “I will ignore it, and make this pussy sob for me again, you hear me?” 

Nicholas smiles as she comes, spasms so hard he almost loses his tight grip on her, but thankfully his body is big enough to keep her thighs apart around it. Where only minutes ago he hated the sound of this little tool, he now ignores it expertly, presses it against her clit and appreciates the help it gives him. Her wails, the punching of her fists against the mattress through her next orgasms would alert everyone in the house if it weren’t empty, and he can’t wait to hear those sounds when he’s got her impaled on his dick.

“Please, no more, no-“

“Take it,” he says, flicks his wrist, “Give me more, c’mon.”

“Nicholas, I can’t!” she sobs, grabs the sheets to hold on to something, to bear the assault on her cunt better. “Hurts, Nick, please, hurts!”

“Good,” he smiles, turns it all the way up after her fifth peak, “Let it hurt, baby, let this pussy submit to me. Let her say her goodbyes to this goddamn thing,” he can’t help but snarl, “I’ll be all you need from now on, yeah, everything this pussy needs. Your big brother, your owner, all in one, huh?” 

Her last orgasm has her thrash against his hold, throwing her head back, but he keeps his hand right where it hurts the most, forces her to ride it out until her bones shake with it. 

When he finally, finally turns the toy off and tosses it aside, he carefully gathers her shivering body in his arms, holds her face against his neck and rocks her back and forth. Nick makes sure her legs stay spread where they’re shaking uncontrollably, makes sure nothing toucher her overstimulated pussy. It’ll take her a while to stop crying, he guesses, he doesn’t want to draw it out more than necessary. 

Say what you want about him, but he’s no monster. 

When her breath has evened out and her tremors have subsided, he lets his hand find her hair and grip it once more, firmly, not cruelly. Looking into her eyes, he smiles, kisses her lips, whispers, “What’s your rule, little sister?”

She shudders but replies, “Wh-when I want to come, I tell you. I ask you for help.” 

He nods, gets up slowly, adjusts his rock-hard cock in his pants. Her wide eyes track every movement, but he stays resilient, turns to leave the room but changes his mind. Two steps take him back to her where he grabs her, pries her mouth open forcefully, spits inside where a whimper is fighting its way out, cracks his hand across one rosy, tear-streaked cheek and gets off on the shocked sob that escapes her.

Straightening out, he moves to the door.

“And don’t you dare ever fucking forget it.”

*** 

It’s not like he’s got some masterplan when it comes to her, it’s not like he’s calm and collected and in control of his mind and body, it’s just that he has strong instincts and even stronger impulses and he can’t help but act on them, not in his life outside of this house he’s sharing with her, but here? Definitely, evidently. 

He isn’t in control, not really, because he loses his mind little by little, every day. When she passes by him on her way to the fridge and drives her hand through his hair, when she smiles at him from where she’s laying on the sunbed, when she lets him watch her shower. The way she asks if he approves of her outfit, if she should make him food, if she can have a hug. 

She’s never asked for a kiss, but he gives her some anyway, knows she wants them by the way she melts into the touches, lets his tongue roam around in that sinful mouth, lets him pull her closer by the grip on her ass. 

The first time Nicholas gives her his cock, not fully, but pushes it between her lips, is when they’re under the shower.

It goes like this: she beckons him to follow her into the outdoor shower so he can oversee that she really does get clean, as he does often, points to her body parts and smiles when she drags her loofah along that spot. He helps her where she can’t reach, gets her back for her, the backs of her thighs, scrubs her clean really well. He’s in his swimwear so he doesn’t mind getting wet, pulls her against his chest, her ass pressed to his crotch, soaps up her tits, massages them, pinches her hard nipples and chuckles at her moan.

Strong hands drift down lower, over her stomach and down to where he knows her cunt is already clenching, getting wet. 

“Have to clean this dirty pussy as well, don’t we?” he whispers before spreading her open with one hand, driving between her folds with the other.

He keeps this step clinical for the most part, takes his time as her breaths starts to get shallow, all the way up until she gives in and with her bottom lip clutched between those perfect teeth asks him, “Big brother, can you please make me come?”

Oh, he’ll never tire of this.

“Of course, baby,” he replies, because this is for him as much as her. Moreso for him, probably. 

Her twitching clit feels hard under his pointer finger where he’s circling it, drawing down to her hole to gather some of her juices to make the glide better, making sure to keep her out of the spray of the water. As expected, her eyes are glued to what he’s doing between her wide hips, moaning softly with every swipe of his finger.

“Mmm, what have we got here?” he asks teasingly as he lets two of his fingers circle her entrance, two because he knows she can take it, “A hungry little hole, hm?” 

They push in easily, make her breath hitch, and he maneuvers them so they’re standing under the shower stream, so it’s aimed right at her exposed clit. His stepsister spasms, but he holds her tightly. The water banging down on her swollen nub, his fingers pressing against that gorgeous spot inside of her, his voice whispering delicious filth in her ear- she’s naïve if she ever thought she stood a chance.

She comes with a silent cry, lets him bear the weight of her shaking body as she lets the sensations overcome her, moans as he talks her through it, good fucking girl, that’s my babysis, if only I had known about how sweet this cunt is, give it to me, just like that, tight little hole and it’s all for me.

When she sinks to her knees slowly, he doesn’t protest. Unsure if the wetness on her face is from the water or her tears, he decides to take it easy on her, pats her head and soothes her as she buries her face in his soaked swim shorts. She finds the tent in them easily, mouths at it, looking up at him from under her clumped lashes.

He scoffs, fondness in every dangerous syllable as he says, “Don’t bare your throat to me unless you want me to fuck it.”

But his little girl, God bless her neediness, soldiers on, licks a stripe up to his navel so his hands would have enough space to pull his shorts down. Mind hazy with the view she’s giving him- her little body beneath him, submitting on her knees- he grabs his cock as it springs free, feeds it into her panting mouth and groans when she doesn’t stop swallowing him down, lets him into the depths of this fuckhole. The bobbing and sucking that immediately follow has him hold on to the wall, knees weak.

“Yeah, yes,” he laughs, delirious with lust, “That’s a good girl, fuck. Who’s been fucking my little sister, huh? Who’s been teaching you to take cock this good?”

She lets him go with a pop, doesn’t say anything as she bunches four of her fingers up and shoves them down her throat, down to the knuckles, not a single gag or splutter leaving her mouth. His ears ring at the sight, and he’d never call her this out loud, but he considers himself more than blessed to have such an eager and naturally talented whore on his hands. The thought of her standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gagging on her own fingers, practicing for her stepbrother’s cock, training that throat for its intended use, spit and tears on the determined lines of her face, makes his pulse quicken and balls throb.

“Fuck,” he growls, grabs her by the hair and shoves in, her nose nestled in his pubes nicely. She struggles, but not much, and he realizes that he wouldn’t care even if she did. He gave her a fair warning. “Fucking perfect, yeah, sucking me so well, take that dick, just like that. ‘m gonna load up your mouth nicely, baby, gonna feed you full, gonna take days for the taste of my jizz to leave your molars, fuck-“

Nick’s orgasm crashes over him full force, has him bend and press even deeper into her mouth, laughing through her whines and protests, the slapping of her hands against whatever body part of his she can reach. She can’t breathe because of him, but he, as well, can’t breathe because of her, so it checks out. When he lets her go, she scrambles away from him, coughs through forceful inhales, wide and scared eyes looking up at him.

“Told you,” he pants, shrugs, “you wanted it.” 

She doesn’t say anything- even if she did, it’d barely come out, he knows, voice shot to shit. He washes himself quickly, rids his skin of the stickiness of her spit, before grabbing her by her upper arm and roughly hauling her to her feet.

“Ouch, you’re hurting me-“

“Shut the fuck up and let me take care of you,” he says, starts washing her sloppily, and he was right. Her voice is hoarse.

“Could do it more gently,” she grumbles, yelps when he bites at her shoulder, soothes the spot with his tongue.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers over the noise of the shower, “That was… talent.”

She chuckles shily, turns to look up at him.

“Can I have a kiss?”

His gut clenches as his face explodes in a smile, pulling her in to kiss her deeply. The way she melts into him, lets herself be held despite knowing what those hands are capable of, makes his heart jump for her.

It’s a sticky situation, but he’s got the upper hand, still.

He has to make sure it stays that way.

*** 

“This tastes vile.”

“No, it doesn’t! Sweet and salty is a classic combination!”

“The textures are weird, though. I need to chew my popcorn thoroughly so I wouldn’t choke on it, and the Malteser is… distracting.”

A snort. “You three years old, Nicholas? Gotta focus on chewing that bad, huh?”

“You little-“

“Ah, stop! That tickles, Nick- ah, no! No, don’t-“

“I’ll show you three years old!”

Laughter, panting, snickering, silence.

“Watch the damn movie, you brat.”

“I’m all out of Maltesers now.”

“Good, that’ll keep you from coming up with these weird concoctions.”

“Tsk. Jerk.”

The sound of lips smacking. 

*** 

Their parents come back earlier than expected. Nicholas isn’t mad at that, but things will become trickier with her now. They’ll have to be sneakier, more careful, but the risk of getting caught makes something hot clench in his stomach. No doubt, they’ll manage well.

He’s asked to pick them up from the airport and he doesn’t object, takes his stepsister with him. The drive is comfortable, she plays her favorite songs, he hums along.

“Oh, Nicky,” their mom sighs when she pulls away from a hug, smiling sheepishly, teeth whiter in contrast with her tan. There’s two people standing next to their parents, Nicholas doesn’t know them. “We told Sandra and Marcus that we’ll drive them home, we didn’t expect (Y/N) to come with you.” 

Oh. Oops. Six people, five seats, that’ll be a tight fit. 

“We can also just take a cab-“

“Nonsense,” their dad interrupts Sandra, “(Y/N) will just sit in Nicholas’ lap, right? Y’all don’t mind, do you, kids?” 

The look he gives them, stern in good old Chavez fashion, leaves no room for argument.

“Um…” her eyes are darting from him to their dad, but Nicholas just shrugs, does his best to look nonchalant. 

“’course not, it’s a short drive. Let’s just hope we don’t get caught.”

His dad brushes him off before he motions for their friends to start walking with them, Nicholas leading the way. (Y/N) stays behind with her mom, talking quietly. The whole way home with her ass perched on his lap? He wills his dick to calm down where it’s chubbing up in his pants, to no avail. His body does what it wants. Having arrived at the car, their dad puts the suitcases in the trunk while the others pile in one after the other, Nicholas’ sister the very last to sit down, getting comfortable on his lap. He groans when she moves roughly to get situated, a small apology falling from her lips. He pinches her side for that, causing her to yelp, gets snapped at by their dad for it. 

“Behave, y’all,” he grumbles, making Nicholas smirk.

(Y/N) still gets uncomfortable when dad scolds her, too apologetic for her own good, but Nick knows there’s very little heat behind the roughly spoken words. It’s what he has in common with his father, he supposes.

They start driving and Nicholas ducks his head as much as he can so they wouldn’t look too suspicious in case they drive by a cop car. The grownups are talking loudly amongst themselves, and he loops his hands around her waist, holds her steady. Her head barely touches the top of the car, and he loves just how small she is. The urge to kiss at the back of her neck is huge, but he resists. He’ll just have to sneak into her room later and put her on her knees, fuck her throat the way he’s been doing for the past few days.

Not much time passes before she starts squirming.

“Y’alright?” he asks her, loosening his hold in case it puts her body in an uncomfortable position.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. All good.”

A beat passes before she does it again, presses her weight down on his lap, making him clench his teeth. There’s no way she can’t feel his boner, and there’s no way he’ll do anything about anything right here, right now. Fucking tease, his sister is. 

“Can you quit it?” he hisses lowly when she honest to God grinds her ass down, makes him dizzy for a split second. The inseam of his jeans has never felt tighter and his dick’s never been more familiar with discomfort than just now.

The giggle she lets out gets muffled by her palm as she glances back at him, all wide-eyed and falsely innocent, and she shrugs.

“Sorry, big brother, ‘s just a little uncomfy like this.”

The way she purrs it, that bittersweet name, makes his gut churn. He has half a mind to keep from pinching her sides, grabbing her hair and shaking her so she’ll stop her shenanigans. If she thinks that she can act out now just because their parents are back home, lulled into false security, she’s got another thing coming.

“That’s a great song, dad. Can you turn it up a little?” he calls, smiling when his dad obliges.

“That’s my boy,” the older man says, ever the rock’n’roll fan.

Now that the music’s loud enough, distracting enough, Nicholas dares to put his lips next to her ear, hiss out a warning. 

“You keep this little charade up and I’ll hurt your cunt until you’re crying on my tongue when we get home, (Y/N).”

It can be interpreted as something sexy, tinged with a little bit of sultry, but she knows better. When he mentions pain, he means pain. She knows that damn well, scared despite the fact that she gets off on it. Nicholas prefers to keep his girl on her toes.

“Sorry,” she whispers, a tilt to her mouth, but when their dad accidentally overlooks a pothole and the car jumps, she lets her weight press down harder than necessary, grabs his thigh to steady herself but digs her little finger in just a little too deep. 

Alright then, he’s warned her.

Her skirt is wide, frilly enough to hide his hand sneaking down between his own legs, up to reach between hers, his eyes trained on the unassuming guests next to them. The couple seems too preoccupied to pay them any mind, though, and he uses that to his advantage, presses his knuckles into his stepsister’s pussy and rubs roughly. Clever little girl, hides her yelp of surprise behind a cough, same way he hides his smirk when he feels the damp fabric, feels the way her clit hardens under his merciless touch.

“You stay quiet now,” he whispers, pulsing his touch against her skin, teasing her into an approaching orgasm. Not that he’ll let her come, not now and not later, for that matter. 

Where only minutes ago her grinding and rocking pissed him off, he now enjoys feeling her chase her pleasure, enjoys how hard she’s trying to be subtle. A quick glance towards the others tells him that nobody is looking at them, still enjoying the music, and her face in the rearview mirror is stoic as well, just a tiny furrow between her brows a potential giveaway, but only to those who know what’s going on, only to Nicholas. 

“Good baby, my good fuckin’ baby,” he rasps, clutches at her pussy and squeezes, makes her feel it.

Another whimper, another cough.

“Y’alright, sweetheart?” their mother then asks, turning down the music, forcing Nicholas to still his hand and hold his breath in hopes of not getting caught. “You’ve been coughing an awful lot during the drive.”

(Y/N) just smiles, shakes her head.

“It’s nothing, mom, just something in my throat. We were watching a movie and having popcorn before picking you guys up, must be a kernel that’s stuck or something.”

Her mom looks back, gaze worried but she nods, placated. 

The rest of the ride home doesn’t take long, thank God, and he lets their parents settle back in, assures them that they’ve eaten, tells them they’ll finish the movie they had started in his room before ushering her upstairs, mildly annoyed at her sudden inability to walk properly.

“The fuck’s gotten into you?” he hisses, pushes her up the stairs.

“’m so wet, my legs feel like jello,” she whimpers, and he almost forces her on her knees right there in the hallway, but alas, he’s got to keep his very last thread of patience alive if he wants to train her to be his perfect little doll. She won’t learn otherwise, he fears.

“You’re cute,” he smiles before pushing his door open, pulling her into the room and immediately making sure she falls onto his bed- made and ready, for a change- watching him as he locks the door. “You’ll be cuter when I’m done with you, though.” 

It doesn’t take long for him to ride her skirt up, pull her panties down and stuff them in her mouth, wet patch first. Her pussy is glistening in front of him, and he wastes no time putting his mouth on it and sucking hard, the pain of the blood rushing to the surface making her groan. Pain, he promised, pain, she’ll get. She peaks quickly but he doesn’t let her go over the edge, pulls away and lands a nasty slap on her pussy that leaves her shaking, leaves her throbbing. 

“That’s what you fuckin’ get you goddamn tease,” he snaps before continuing his pattern.

He eats, waits, slaps. Eats, waits, slaps. 

Holds his palm over her cunt and presses, moves, watches her writhe with the cotton hanging from her mouth, little sister mouth filled with little sister panties. His cock throbs for it. 

When she’s actively crying, sobbing her little heart out, he throws her legs in the air and commands her to hold them up. It’s a testament to her desperation, the way she obliges without complaint, the way she’s been doing as told without a single tone of complaint. Not taking advantage of that would be a shame. Two moves and his cock is free, hanging heavy between his shaky legs but he doesn’t care, grabs it and jerks himself before his knees can give out.

“That’s a good girl, present yourself to your big brother,” he moans, looks at her puffy pussy and her wide, teary eyes, the way she’s begging with them, eyeing the blur of his hand over his fat dick before settling her pleading gaze onto his. “Gonna come, gonna cover you in it, mark my territory and make you smell like me, y’want that, (Y/N)? Want everyone to know that your sweet cunt belongs to your big brother?”

This kink is getting out of hand, but he doesn’t give a single fuck, because where he is sick and rotten, she is, too.

She nods through a moan and there he is, spurting his hot semen all across her slapped-red cunt, covering what’s his from the outside, for now. She gasps when the streaks hit her skin, rocks back and forth while he rides out his climax, and when he’s done, all panting and heavy-lidded, he drives his fingers through the mess and brings it up to her lips, smearing it on her underwear.

“You know this one already, don’t you?” he says, breath heavy as he continues to clean her that way, soiling her panties. “That’s what you did with the thong I ruined, didn’t you? Sucked my jizz out of the lace like a come-addicted little slut, didn’t you? Huh?”

A single tear rolls down her shame-tinted cheek, and he groans through a chuckle.

“Show me. Show me how you did it.”

The ruined cotton gets pulled out between her lips before her tongue finds it, licks the globs away roughly, sweet lips pursing over the material before her little cheeks hollow, sucking his juices out. If he hadn’t been using her every day, he’d be rock hard again now, but alas, his balls are empty and the contents of them are currently being greedily sucked down her talented throat. Nicholas is one lucky guy.

When she’s done, he rips the panties out of her mouth and kisses her bruisingly, hungrily, devours the taste of their combined fluids and moans when she pulls him close. Being held onto is one of Nicholas’ favorite things in the world, the sheer need in such a simple gesture, but nobody’s body has ever felt this right around his. 

“What the fuck,” she whispers against his lips, laughing through the tears that are staining her cheeks. “I feel like I came but I didn’t. What…”

He smiles, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“You’ll be coming soon enough, baby, this was just a little taste of what happens when you piss me off. And you did piss me off, that teasing in the car was- it was almost unbearable. Nearly fucked you right then and there.”

Her smile is small, almost timid, but it vanishes quickly. Nicholas tilts his head in question and gets an answer immediately, albeit reluctantly. 

“Why… Why haven’t you? Fucked me yet, I mean. We’ve been doing this, us, for a while now and you’ve never… I don’t- I’m just wondering, ‘s all.” 

A stutter in his chest tells him his heart’s melting for her, the insecure tilt to her voice, and he has to try hard not to jump her right then and there. Leave it to his girl to catch him off guard, rip at the reigns he’s clutching onto so tightly. He makes sure to keep his voice soft, tries to make her understand without spooking her, now that she’s eating from the palm of his hand like this. 

“You’re the sweetest thing, do you know that?” he muses, taps her chin when she looks away. “I just don’t wanna rush anything. I wanna take my time with you, make it real good for you… You can understand that, right?”

It’s not really a question, but she nods like the good girl she is.

“You that desperate for my cock, (Y/N)?” he can’t help but tease, earning himself a swat to the shoulder. They laugh together, his favorite sound. 

“I was just curious, Nick. Usually guys are, well-“

“I’m not just any guy though, okay?” his voice is stern now, all humor wiped from it. “I won’t treat you like they did. I’m your stepbrother, I care about you.”

The warm smile she gives him zaps him right down to his toes, leaning in so she can kiss him the way she wants to. They make out a little, enjoy each other. 

He makes a mental note, smug about her needing him so badly. A lot can be done with that, and he plans to see just how much fun it’ll bring him.

*** 

The sneaking around is even harder than he imagined, their parents insisting to make up for lost time and not parting from them for even a day. It’s visits to the park, family barbecues, movie nights, the whole shebang. He barely manages to get a kiss in when they’re passing each other in the hallway, a slap to the ass when she walks out of the bathroom before he walks in. 

A feeling of restlessness comes with it, paired with the irrational fear of false scrutiny. What if it’s written all over his face, he thinks, that he wants her, whenever he looks at her, that he’s fighting off the urge to kiss her whenever she’s close, to rest his hand atop her thigh and feel her muscles twitch, to lean his arm against hers when they’re standing close, to bury his nose in her hair and inhale the chamomile scent of her latest favorite shampoo? Poker faces take years to construct, and he’s used the time wisely, but what if, now that he has her, his has crumbled to pieces at his unsteady feet?

So Nicholas adjusts, turns away when he catches her looking for too long, keeps the touching to a minimum, makes sure to roll his eyes at her whenever their mom is around, makes sure to let some sour jokes slip whenever their dad listens in, just to keep the illusion up.

He makes do, as does she, even though he knows she doesn’t like it.

“I ain’t mean it like that, you know that,” he cajoles when she gets mad for real, squeezes at his heart with one well-placed pout. 

“I know, ‘s just… it sucks, y’know?”

Well, if that ain’t true.

He holds her through some big feelings, as a big brother should, kisses it better whenever the opportunity arises. 

“Is she still not up? What’s gotten into her, I told her the time of departure!”

“Relax, mom, we’ve still got another forty minutes,” Nicholas says through a mouthful of an apple, scrolling on his phone. It pings with an invite to a party next Saturday, and he saves the info to think it over later. 

“Oh, you know how long she takes in the bathroom,” mom grumbles, fleets about in the kitchen to pack the snacks and sandwiches, making sure they’re set for the day at the lake. Nicholas doesn’t know where his dad is. “Go wake her, please, Nick? I’ve still got so much to pack.”

“Do you need my help with that?”

“No, I need to not be interrupted. Go get (Y/N), please?”

He sighs and gets up, throws the apple core away. Sticky hands find his jeans and he wipes them thoughtlessly, much to the dismay of the woman who still does his laundry, as he makes his way up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. He knocks twice- just for shits and gigs, uncaring about whatever privacy his sister thinks she gets in this house- before opening her door and stopping in his tracks. 

Slow steps take him inside, shutting the door behind himself, and the sight before him makes his stomach clench. She’s in her tank top, one boob spilling out from the material, and her little panties, framing her cheeks perfectly from where she’s got one leg bent. Her face is smushed in the pillow so her mouth purses in a pout, half open, red and drooly. 

It takes him a split second to make the decision. They haven’t talked about it, but they never talk about anything, not really. He takes and she gives, that’s their dynamic, that’s who they are. So it’s guilt-free when he walks over to her bed, pulls his joggers and underwear down, grips his cock to stroke it to hardness. 

The memory of how he had her throat around his cock every night before the return of their parents gets him there fast, makes him miss it even more now, the need pooling low in his gut. 

There’s precome dripping from his slit and he bends his knees a little so her face is in front of his crotch, smears his cockhead on those full lips, smirks when she scrunches her nose up before her face relaxes again. Heartbeat in his throat, he does it again, groans when her tongue darts out this time. Her reflexes seem to revolve around fucking him up, making the darkest of thoughts push to the forefront of his mind, even in her sleep.

“Good fuckin’ girl, fuck,” Nick murmurs under his breath, jerks his cock faster and makes sure to bump against her lips on every upstroke, gloss her gorgeous pout with his essence. She’s so adorable, and all his to ruin. 

He strokes himself a little faster, gets closer and pulls his cock up so his balls would bump against her chin, her nose, wherever they can reach on every upstroke. Laughing isn’t an option but he’d like to, let the dirty sound out, indulge fully in how he’s humiliating her without her knowledge. Maybe he’ll ask her if he can film her next time. He loves her, she knows that, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, would only do all the baddirtywrong things that make her pussy clench for him.

One hand reaches out to grab at her face and pinch her cheeks, create a delicious pout that serves as the perfect little cup when he finally spills onto her face, onto her lips, streaks the inside of her mouth and groans lowly when her lashes flutter around her slowly opening eyes.

“Wh-“

“Shut up,” he hisses, grabs her rougher as he rides out his orgasm, “take it, little girl, take it, have my come, taste it, atta girl, there she is-“

“Nicholas!” the whine bubbles out of her throat, somewhat garbled through the come covering her mouth, and she scrunches her face up when he lets her go, exhales deeply before holding his softening dick out to her.

“Well?” he asks, expectant look on his face and the ball of pride in his chest explodes into a million fuzzy feelings when she only contemplates for a second before taking him in her mouth, cleaning him up.

She swallows all he gave her, collects everything from around her mouth onto her tongue, lips smacking at the taste.

“What the hell was that?” she asks, no real heat behind her words. Her voice is shot from sleep, all raspy and adorable.

He bends down to press a kiss against her forehead.

Nick gives her a shrug.

“You got my come, don’t complain,” he tells her, matter-of-factly, “also, mom wants you downstairs ASAP. We’re leaving soon.” 

Her annoyed huff is amusing to him, but he leaves her be for now, wants to keep the teasing for later. 

“Oh, and (Y/N)?” He waits for her to look at him. “I’ll make it up to you later. Come find me in the outdoor shower when you’re done, we’ll make it quick.”

The blush on her cheeks stays with him all the way downstairs. 

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You look like a bad idea... 1/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - based on this idea here. Bradley is not a naval aviator. Canon deaths (it starts at Ice's funeral). Addiction and alcoholism (and recovery) mentions.

PART ONE

                Jake watches the proceedings with a sense of polite disinterest. He didn’t know Admiral Kazansky personally, is here because it’s expected of him. He’d rather be flying, training, suspects he’s not the only one. They’re on a time crunch. However, he also knows that without Maverick there to push them that extra little bit then there likely not much point. So here they all are.

                The only thing that’s breaking up the boredom is watching the… son? of Admiral Kazansky. He’s an attractive man, looks at ease in his finely tailored suit and Jake wonders what his story is. He’s listed under children of Admiral Kazansky, but doesn’t have the same last name; then again neither did either of the daughters. Blended family is what Jake would put money on. A first marriage or child out of wedlock wasn’t mentioned in the eulogy at all, but he supposes that probably would have been bad taste.

                So Jake is enjoying watching him. He’s interesting to watch, accepting condolences from the brass and other funeral attendees. He seems to know most people here and again Jake wonders what his story is. Then the guy’s eyes fall on Phoenix and they light-up, a brief moment of sunshine in his otherwise sombre expression and Jake supposes it is his dad’s funeral.

                However, making a play for someone seems a little… crass. And if Trace is his type, then Jake definitely isn’t going to make a play. But holy shit. Trace is smiling back. Putting her plate down and just… He always knew Trace had balls, but watching her now, sauntering over to the guy like she… oh. Going in for a hug. Which he’s returning.

                Right.

                Okay then.

                So they clearly know each other, heads bent toward each other and talking quietly, now equally sad expressions on their faces. Then Trace is hugging Admiral Kazansky’s wife even harder. Rather than answering any of his questions it throws up a dozen more. The guy, Bradley, catches him watching and Jake simply nods his head in acknowledgement, not sure what else he can do. He lets his eyes slip away, makes small talk with some of the other squadron members, passes his condolences on to Maverick who grips him in a tight hug.

                Weird.

                Maverick gives each of the other Dagger Squadron members the same treatment and he’s not sure if that makes it more or less weird. Regardless, Trace is rejoining them, and Maverick has a few more words to say to her and they’re too quiet for Jake to hear, but she’s nodding and he’s even more intrigued now, and she accepts the hug from Maverick with more grace than the rest of them.

                “Phoenix…”

                “Hangman…”

                “You know the family?”

                The way her lips twist tells him she definitely does and is trying to figure out what to share with him. Jake waits, knows people love to fill silences and spill their secrets.

                “Sarah is my aunt. My mother’s sister.”

                “So… Admiral Kazansky was your uncle.”

                “Yes.”

                “I’m sorry for your loss…”

                She looks surprised at his words and Jake keeps his expression carefully blank, because do people really think he’s that much of an asshole he’d make light of someone dying? Or not care? Maybe he needs to dial down his attitude just a little. At least with the people he likes. Or can tolerate. He’s never been one to suffer fools, but hell, this is getting dire.

                “Thanks… he was…”

                “Sick. Yeah. Doesn’t make it any easier. All it does is give you time to say goodbye…” Jake says, and his jaw tenses, hopes like hell she doesn’t start asking if he’s got experience. Doesn’t want to ever answer those types of questions. “What’s his story? Your cousin, right? Bradley?”

                She glances to where he’s looking, where Bradley is standing talking to yet another Admiral, looking perfectly at ease. Jake supposes he probably grew up around them.

                “Don’t even think about it. He’s… I love him. But he’s a fucking mess in everything but his professional life. Just… stay away if you know what’s good for you.”

                Hmm.

                Hell.

                It’s like she doesn’t know him at all.

PART TWO

[umathurwin]

Omg hi! I feel like I’m the only sofia hater out there bc all i see are people loving her character is so boring to me and her and rafe relationship seems so forced to me like she is supposed to help him reconcile with his sister but instead, she spent all season doing nothing apart from the hollis plot

being called a sofia hater cracks me up because i feel like i never talk about her, in fact i usually forget she exists 😭 but i’ll accept it, because i really do hate the way her character (which had a great premise) was totally wasted

a youtuber i really love once described pansy parkinson from harry potter as “an original character wearing the skin of a minor character” and i think that perfectly encapsulates sofia. they make these moodboards, these stories, these elaborate headcanons about a character we know little to nothing about. do i respect it? hell yes. it takes a lot of work. but to have these intense convictions and arguments about a 0.5-dimensional character… WHY?

i went and rewatched every scene in s4 where she even just appears and wrote down my thoughts on them (despite how tedious this was… the action really does rely on the pogues) and like… wow. where do i start

her s4 introduction is the scene where rafe scatters ward’s ashes on the boat, and it’s awkward but in a fair way. i wouldn’t really know what to do either. in the same episode, she’s at the enduro cheering for rafe, but she is inexplicably standing TOTALLY by herself. i still have no idea if this was just filmed oddly or if it was deliberate but this photo kills me… girl why are you alone? at no other point is she physically excluded from the kooks like this. wtf

and after that? nearly every single moment she and rafe share the screen? he’s awful to her. he verbally mocks her in the bar when she tries to calm him down. he flirts with hollis right in sofia’s face and abases her for feeling hurt. he dismisses her every time she tries to express her opinion. rafe does not respect his girlfriend, nor does he care about her thoughts and values. how do i know?

because she knows. how exactly did she convince him to take the deal, again? well, first she says she thinks it’s a good idea, which merely amuses him. then, she makes up a lie about other club members denigrating rafe and how this deal could improve his social status—i believe this to be a fabrication because it easily could’ve and should’ve been explicit on screen if true— and this causes him make up his mind. she knows rafe’s insecurities. she knows what does and doesn’t entice him. and yeah, i’ll be honest, sometimes it makes me sick to think about how deeply she knows this man, and how little he knows/cares about her

rafe brings up marriage, living together, a future with sofia. but do you notice anything about his big grand speeches? ever notice how, when he’s describing his fantasy, it revolves around material things he can own and show off— and sofia has always been one of them? rafe never has anything to say about what she specifically does for him, what he likes about her. bc… what does he like about her? rafe is unfortunately, at the end of the day, selfish. he focuses on what he’ll be able to give her, and what having a pretty wife says about him. the occupant of that role is, well, interchangeable

when rafe “proposed” to her and she did not confess the scam, i knew it was over. this is rafe cameron we’re talking about, a man who values loyalty more than anything in the world, and that was her last shot at coming clean before it was too late. committing a betrayal (well…in the eyes of the narrative…more on that in a sec) and hiding it from him? guys there was zero chance of him learning the truth and forgiving her. i watched the premier with my mother and i even turned to her and said we just watched the final nail go into the coffin. and it did!

(also, not to beat a dead horse, but even after he gives her the ring and he leaves to morocco, he dismissively excludes her again! “i have to go” “what are you doing?” “don’t worry about it, bye!” and she just takes it?! STAND UP!)

fundamentally, sofia’s “betrayal” plotline was weak or, at the very least, not very well thought-out. it’s like the idea of sofia going behind rafe’s back was pitched, but they were unsure how to integrate that into the season. the explosive reaction that rafe had when groff revealed the plot seemed contrived, like the show wanted to put more of the blame on sofia than was warranted. rafe had all but made up his mind by the time sofia had been paid off; to claim that she was the big catalyst in his decision is unfair and literally just wrong. sure, he liked her giving her blessing (because he already wanted to say yes), but i have a really, really genuine question for all of you.

if she had said no, would he have called off the deal?

(spoiler, no. because when she changed her mind after learning of the scam, he dismissed her yet again. the show has countless opportunities for rafe to just care about his girlfriend, and he never takes them!)

while i’m nitpicking, she also never learns any information via her own efforts. every single time she uncovers a new detail, it’s because she’s working around a loud-mouth kook who coincidentally says the right thing at the right moment as she refills their ewers. fuck, can we give her a CRUMB of agency? please?

and yeah, i don’t even engage in any theory that sofia helped rafe reunite with his family. did she ever give any meaningful advice to him? she didn’t even have context—was he ever planning on telling her exactly what he’d done to sarah and her friends? could sarah even pick this girl out of a lineup?! ya, she really is the glue in the cameron dynamic. lol

counter arguments i’m ready to address:

“he takes the deal for her!” funny because,,, he really doesn’t. we even watch the reason he takes the deal— his family. rafe likes the opportunity from the jump but is hesitant because of the investment, and a dreamy montage of him, ward, and sarah is what cements his decision. sofia canonically had nothing to do with it

“but he says he’s taking the deal for him and sofia when he’s alone with hollis!” correct! but you’ll notice he literally only brings her up when hollis starts hitting on him. he’s not attracted to hollis, and her advances make him visibly uncomfortable. bringing up sofia was a way to shut down hollis without explicitly telling a business partner to get off his ass

“rafe brings up sofia’s opinion of the deal with groff!” true, but i actually see this as a display of rafe’s tact and emotional intelligence. rafe is suspicious that he’s been scammed, but it’s genuinely not wise to barge into the office of the man who has $400k of your money and your testicles in his fist to start threatening him— even when he’s not a murderer. “hey… so my gf thinks you’re scamming me… thoughts?” he’s being coy. he’s being smart. he’s not bringing up sofia in a loverboy context. cmon

***

deep inhale. okay, i’m done. i’m sorry i always forget about her. but it’s so much better than the alternative

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #7

Sherlock, in response to being asked to sneak into Valeria’s house: Okay. Don’t worry, guys. I got your back!

*She steps behind Ghost*

Sherlock: From right here.

———

Laswell: Hey did you call General Shepherd a bitch?

Price: Yeaaahh! He changed the Wi-Fi password!

Laswell: You can’t be-

Nikolai: THAT BITCH CHANGED THE WI-FI PASSWORD!!!!

———

*Something bad and unexpected happens on a mission*

Nikolai: Why didn’t you tell me?!

Sherlock: Well, because I wanted us to fail.

Nikolai: 😑

Sherlock: OBVIOUSLY I DIDN’T KNOW!!!!

———

Graves: Hey, I always get the vibe that you, like, hate me or something.

Ghost: What?! Me, hate you?!

Ghost: …You’re right.

———

Soap: If I punch myself in the face and it hurts, am I strong or weak?

Ghost: Strong.

Gaz: Weak.

Price: A dumbass is what you are.

———

Alejandro: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.

Graves: …

Graves: And?

Alejandro: And you are.

———

Hadir: Sorry I’m late, I was… doing things.

*pounding footsteps can be heard from behind the door*

Alex, bursting through the door: HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

Hadir: Push is such a strong word. I prefer calling it … giving you a little nudge.

Alex: Oh I’ll give you a nudge when I shove mY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!

Price, covering Farah’s ears: Hey! Watch your fucking language in front of the president!

———

Graves: Yo, what’s that song that goes like, “Despacito”?

Alejandro: Despacito?

Graves: Yeah. What’s the name?

Alejandro: DESPACITO

Graves: …Yeah. What’s the name?

Alejandro, pissed: Dios mío, you’re an idiot!

Graves: Thank you! Alexa, play “Dios mío, you’re an idiot!”

Echo Dot Alexa: Ok *starts playing Despacito*

Alejandro: 😦

Graves 😎

———

Ghost: What happens to the car if you press the break and the accelerator at the same time? Does it take a screenshot?

Price:

Soap:

Gaz:

Roach, wanting to be a little shit: Ye-

Sherlock being done with life: No. That’s it, I’m driving.

———

Soap: Go to bed! It’s 3am. If you don’t you’re going to hate yourself in the morning!

Roach: Jokes on you, I’m gonna hate myself in the morning ✨REGARDLESS✨

———

Sherlock: I don’t want to be a person anymore.

Ghost: … What?

Sherlock: I’m tired of it.

Soap: 😥 Maybe we should talk about this-

Sherlock: I just wanna be a dinosaur.

Ghost:

Soap:

Roach: Me too!

———

*Sherlock walks into the rec room and drops her bag on the floor*

Sherlock: tEll mE wHy tHerE arE 7 BiLlioN peOplE On tHiS DAmN PlaNEt ANd NoT 1 pErsOn hAs A CrUsH On mE!? WhAt ThE HelL UNiveRsE?!!

Gaz, whose been pining for her since the day he met her: what about me 🥺

———

Roach, sleep deprived: All I want-

Soap: Oh no

Roach: -is for for someone to walk up to me-

Ghost: What’s going on now?

Roach: -look me in the eyes, put their hands on my face, and very passionately-

Gaz: Kiss you?

Roach: -twist as hard as they can and put me out of my fucking misery!

Price: Roach no

Roach: Roach yes

———

Laswell: John, aren’t you supposed to be on a Zoom call right now?

Price: I got kicked off already.

Laswell: Why! What did you do?!

Price: Well she said, “DoN’t GeT sMaRt WiTh Me!” and I said, “Then what are we paying you for?” and she did not like that!

Laswell: John that’s rude.

Price: …But I’m right on this.

———

Roach: Remember when you guys told me to go to the pharmacy?

Sherlock: *looks at Gaz before looking at Roach* Yess

Roach: Mmm they’re out of my ADHD medication for five days.

Sherlock: Oh my god-

Roach: It’s gonna be a fun week!

Gaz, already leaving the room: I’m going to my mother’s-

Sherlock, pissed that she would have to watch Roach by herself: What happened to “in sickness and in health”, motherfucker!?

———

Sherlock: I’m sorry guys… there’s nothing else we can do. Graves is dying, we’re gonna have to pull the plug.

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: Oh my god… Oh my god…

Soap: Can I do it?

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: What?

Soap: Can I pull the plug?

Gaz: Hey no! I wanna pull the plug!

Ghost: No fuck you! I get to do it!

Soap: This is bullshit! I wanna do it!

Price: NO! I-I’m the oldest, I should be the one to do it!

Ghost: I’ll thumb wrestle you for it.

Price: Fine, let’s go BITCHHH

Price & Ghost, hands together for thumb wrestling: 1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war!

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: Are you two serious?!

Price: YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A CHANCE

Ghost: OH, YOU’RE GOING DOWN

Price: NOOO, NO, NO, NOO

Ghost: OHHHHHHHHHH

*Ghost wins*

Ghost: Yess

Price: NO

Ghost: yEsSSSSS

Price: DAMN IT

Ghost: Alright, where’s that plug?!

Soap: Where’s that plug?

Ghost: Where’s that mother fucking plug?!

Sherlock: Do you have ANY respecT?!

Ghost: No, I have 0 respect!

Soap: We have 0.

Price: We have 0 respect.

Gaz: I have nothing!

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: I can’t even believe this!

Sherlock: Yeah, me too. Alright let’s get this show on the road! I got some leftover lasagna at home, and it’s got my name on it!

———

Ghost: Good morning, everyone. God has let me live another day. And I’m about to make it EVERYONE’S problem.

Soap: Good morning to you too.

Price: 🤦‍♂️ I give up.

———

Alex: What do we do when we’re feeling sad?

Farah: Watch a murder documentary and plan out how to do it without getting caught?

Hadir’s soul in Hell: *scared shitless despite already being dead*

Alex: Jesus fuck, NO!

———

Soap: You guys won’t believe what just happened!

Ghost: What happened?

Soap: Some guy from Shadow Company wouldn’t leave Sherlock alone-

Nikolai, maternal uncle instincts kicking in: Excuse me!

Soap: -but she took care of it!

Price, to Sherlock: How’d you take care of it?

Sherlock: Simple. *clears throat* 🎶Row row row your boat, The fuck away from me, Felony felony just tried to test me, And I’m a cause a scene🎶

Nikolai, laughing: That’s my girl!

[bel1ewrites]

Could you do a Samantha Carpenter x female Reader where Sam is Ghostface and she goes to kill reader, but she thinks they're too pretty to kill? Thank you, I loved your last fic!!

Such a Waste (GF!Samantha Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

Description: After Sam hits her breaking point, she leaves a trail of death in her wake. What will she do when she meets her match?

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: themes of murder, a little fluff, smut, praise kink, top!Sam, bottom!reader, fingering, mentions of alcohol, slight over-stimulation, etc. 

“Mom, I swear I’m fine! The murders are happening on the other side of town,” you sighed into your phone, swirling the ice around in your whiskey. Emptiness filled your loft as you sat in the dark on the only chair available. 

“The other side of town? Honey, the last one was ten minutes away from you,” your mother stressed from the other line. It was fascinating how far up your ass she remained, even from six hundred miles away.  “Just… lock your doors for me, okay? I’m your mother. It’s my job to worry about you.”

The two of you said your goodbyes for the night before you knocked back the rest of your drink. You winced as the burn traveled through you, settling deep within your stomach. The sound of the city pushed its way through your closed windows. It was well past midnight, but the thought of sleeping through the noise made you pour yourself another drink. 

Moving to New York was supposed to change everything. Your first taste of freedom was supposed to exhilarate you; leave you inspired or whatever. Instead, you were just bored out of your mind and lonely. 

—------------

Sam left her apartment that night with an untameable fury inside of her. She could feel it in her bones, spreading throughout every cell in her body. As usual, there was no source for her anger. She had nothing to blame but her own sick mind. 

She didn’t remember how she’d gone so far west. Her feet carried her to some unknown destiny without the consent of her conscience. The street lights flickered with each quiet footstep. Not many people were out at three AM. 

The black cloak she wore rustled gently, her mask grasped in her hands. 

For some reason, her movements faltered as she came across a run down brick building. It seemed to be a living space of some sort, the address plastered on the door. 

Looking around, Sam tentatively reached towards the doorknob. Her lithe fingers wrapped around it and twisted softly. To her surprise, the door opened with the first small push. 

Upon her first glimpse of the living space, she’d assumed it was empty. Darkness blanketed the area, the only source of light being the flickering street lamps that shone through the windows. It smelt faintly of lavender and… whiskey? 

Her eyes caught on an empty glass laying on the floor, trailing slowly to the sole loveseat pushed against the farthest wall. Two bare legs, thighs spread slightly. One baggy t-shirt covering upper thighs, torso, and a steadily rising and falling chest. She shut the door quietly and walked towards you.

When she saw your face, she choked on her breath. 

Your brows were pinched together as if your dream was hard to wrap your head around. Breathing lightly through your nose, you made little noises that had Sam’s heart beating rapidly. She was so caught up in the perfect imperfections that you possessed, that she didn’t realize her grip loosening around her mask. 

When it hit the floor, your head shot up. She was mortified as she watched your eyes slowly blink open, adjusting to the darkness. You caught sight of the figure standing in front of you and alarms sounded throughout your head. It was clad in all black, save for its naked face.

Sam reached for her knife as you sat there and stared at her. She wasn’t quite sure what to do in this situation. You weren’t screaming and you weren’t attacking her. Hell, you weren’t even running. Wide eyes stared into hers, then flicked down to her knife. All you could think about was the fact that your mom was right. 

“Are you uh… gonna kill me?” You asked, voice wavering in your throat. 

It was at this point that Sam realized just how deep the metaphorical pile of shit she was standing in was. You’d seen her face. She had to kill you. She had to. 

“I don’t know.”

Her voice was even. The slight rasp that wrapped around each word made you wish she’d said more. It was a sick thing to think about a murderer. A twisted shudder ran through your body as the whiskey threatened to make its way back up. 

Silence filled the space between the both of you. She was standing three feet, at most,  away from where you sat in nothing but a big t-shirt and your underwear. The thought mortified you. 

She stepped towards you, and you panicked. “Can I put pants on first?” 

At this, she faltered. Her head tilted to the left inquisitively. As you looked up at her, half naked and probably taking your last few breaths, she shook her head. 

You nodded in resignation, closing your eyes as a tear fell. You couldn’t open them again. You didn’t want her to see the fear in them when she took your life. 

Your entire body tensed when you felt a cold hand rest against your jaw, thumb swiping out to wipe away the salty drop. 

“Look at me,” she ordered softly; almost a whisper. You did. “Don’t cry.”

Those two words only made more tears fall. Panic shone in her eyes when she realized, brown irises shrinking as her pupils dilated. She dropped her knife and held up her hands. The black sleeves of her robes fell, exposing the flex of her forearms. Your watery eyes tracked the movement. 

“You’re not going to kill me?” You looked her in the eye, lip quivering slightly. The way she looked down on you with her jaw tensed, hands up, would’ve been attractive under other circumstances. 

“No,” she shook her head, “that would be such a waste, wouldn't it?” she questioned, dropping her hands to her sides and stepping so close to you that her knees brushed yours. Even in the dim lighting you could see every detail of her face as she looked down on you. In fact, you swore you saw her eyes get darker. 

The room spun when she reached a hand forward and cupped the back of your neck. Her fingers tangled in the hair at your nape, firm and steady. When she tugged on it, your eyes fluttered shut and your head tilted up. She eyed the skin of your exposed neck. 

“What’s your name?” she questioned, a serious curiosity laced through her words. 

When you answered her, voice low and sleepy, she hummed. Then she repeated it, testing out the way that the singular word rolled off of her tongue. Coming from her, your name sounded like a prayer. Like the last drop of water in a dying desert.

“What’s yours?” you asked back, eyes fluttering open as you looked up at her from under your lashes. Her hand at your nape tensed while her eyes drank in the sight. 

“Sam… Samantha.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, watching your eyes drop to her mouth drunkenly. 

When you looked back up at her eyes, you found them running along the skin of your exposed thighs. Warmth blossomed in the pit of your stomach involuntarily. 

“Are you going to leave? Since you aren’t gonna… y’know,” you trailed off, letting the silence fill the space instead of the end of your sentence. 

“Do you want me to leave, sweet girl?” She pouted. 

For some reason, unknown to you or any higher power, you shook your head. You didn’t want her to go. You wanted to see where this was going. What would this serial killer do if she stayed? 

With this answer, Sam pulled you up to stand in front of her by the nape of your neck. Your nose almost brushed her chin as you looked up at the slightly taller woman. Without warning, she turned the both of you around and sat on the loveseat. 

You now stood in front of her, between her parted thighs. Her hands rested either side of your hips, fingers squeezing lightly. 

“Take a seat,” she ordered, pulling you forward. You hesitated for a moment before climbing into her lap, legs spread and straddling her hips. Her hands shifted to the small of your back, rubbing slightly to sooth you. Your own hands rested limply on her shoulders. 

Exhaling sharply through her nose, Sam brought her hands to the apex of your thighs and trailed them down slowly. “So soft,” she sighed as her hands moved back up, “So pretty.”

She pushed your shirt up around the small of your waist, eyes falling to the lace that covered the most sensitive part of you. 

“Take the shirt off,” she practically begged with a shaky voice. The anticipation had her grasping your waist with an almost painful force. 

You did as you were told, ever the people pleaser, arms crossing and hands gripping the material. You tugged it over your head and the cold air hit your exposed nipples. 

Sam immediately leaned forward and took one into her mouth without warning. The warmth of the press of her tongue had your head lolling back. She grunted and hummed around the bud, sending vibrations through you. When she sucked with force you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. 

When her attention shifted to your other nipple, your hands found her hair and held her to you. “Just like that, Sam,” you sighed needily; hips shifting slightly against nothing. 

A deep and guttural sound left the back of her throat, hands falling to where the waistband of your final piece of clothing sat. Her thumbs dipped under the material and rubbed the skin beneath it. With a final nip to the flesh of your tit, she trailed her lips up until she reached your clavicle. 

“What do you want, baby? Hm? Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you right now,” she breathed against your skin. When you didn’t answer, she bit your neck in warning and listened as you moaned. “Tell me and I’ll do it. Let me hear your pretty little voice, come on.”

“Take them off.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, her hands went to the side of your lower hip and ripped the material there before moving to the other side. Within seconds she had you completely naked, mouth and eyes wide as you processed her show of strength. When she didn’t immediately touch you, a desperate sound left you as your head fell to the crook of her neck. 

“Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” she begged you, rubbing her hands up and down your back as you breathed heavily. 

“Just fucking touch me, Sam. Please,” you whined into her neck. 

“I am touching you. Where do you need me? Don’t be stubborn, baby.”

“Rub my clit,” you said in a small voice, finally relenting. With no further protest, her hands left your back. One settled at the crease of your bent knee, the other running through your soaked cunt. The pads of her fingers found your clit quickly, rubbing gentle circles on it like she knew exactly what you needed. 

The moan you let out went right into her ear, filling her with the need to see you fall apart in her hands. You were making the neediest little sounds; all for her. Everything was for her.

She pressed her fingers against your clit and stilled them, making you twitch involuntarily. “You’re so pretty,” she said in disbelief, eyes boring into your face. “Look at me,” her free hand gripped your neck and pulled your head forward. “Come on. Look at me with those pretty little eyes and I’ll fuck you until you can’t breathe.”

Your eyes popped open, brows pinched together and lip quivering. It was all too intense. The coil forming inside of you, her animalistic stare, her hand on your neck, her eyes on yours. Her fingers started moving again, tight circles driving you insane. 

“Tell me how it feels,” her hand tightened around your neck. 

“So good. Making me feel s-so good, Sam,” you slurred. 

When her pace picked up, fingers pressing into you with painful pressure, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you broke. 

“Just like that- oh fuck just-” your head fell back, throat stretching in her hand. She tightened her grip until you had trouble breathing.

“Let me hear you. Come on, cum on my fingers like a good girl,” she said darkly, watching as you choked and shuddered. Your hips grinded against her hand as you chased your release.

When it hit you, the world went dark. The only thing keeping you grounded as you twitched and shuddered was her hand around your neck. The muscles in your stomach tightened urgently. Your needy cunt clenched around nothing as her fingers continued to circle your clit and help you ride out the waves crashing through you. 

Just as you were about to come down, she shoved two fingers into your dripping hole with all of her force. The shock of it all pushed a deep moan out of you as your cunt gripped her fingers. She dropped her hand from your neck and wrapped her arm around you, supporting you when you fell further into her. 

“That’s it baby, one more. You’re so good, taking it all just like you should,” she cooed into your ear. 

Incoherent sounds left your mouth, each pump of her fingers forced her palm to brush against your overly sensitive clit. It was too much to take, but you took it with gratitude. As you rode her hand, all you could focus on was making her proud. She asked for one more, and all you could do was be her good girl and give it to her. 

She noticed your breathing pick up, moans getting higher and higher. Your heart pounded so heavily in your chest that she could feel it reverberating through her. 

“Fuck you’re so perfect. Let it hit you, it’s okay,” she promised you before pressing hard into that spongy spot inside of you. 

The pressure in your stomach was unbearable as it reached its peak. You practically melted into her when you fell apart. She was drunk on you; on your moans, on your body, on the way you squeezed her fingers. She hummed soothingly when tears fell on her neck, your body shaking and cunt dripping desperately. 

When you came to, the room was quiet and her arms were wrapped around you. Your head was still resting against her shoulder, face buried in her neck and breathing her in. It was the most peaceful moment of your life. The sound of her quiet breaths, the warmth of her figure beneath you.

“Can you stay?” you mumbled sleepily. 

Her hands rubbed your back gently as she nodded.

Pt. 2

[sweet-self-indulgence]

You said your open to ideas, does that mean requests as well???? I'd love some Sam or Damien smut one shots

I finally had motivation to write something for you!

Sam gets turned on when Mika gets pissed off. Heated grappling ensues. Please enjoy some Sam smut!

You're Hot When You're Angry

Mika takes a steadying breath before setting out with a determined pace.

This is important. She tells herself.

She could still feel the punishing grip Malix’s had on her hair that night. Her fingers twitch up the touch her scalp at the memory, then curl into fists.

How dare he! Her fingernails dig into the flesh of her palms as her fists tremble.

That bastard broke into MY home! Mika walks faster, practically stomping down the stairs, the echoing sound of her feet on the stone accentuating her mood.

He threatened me! Her heart was pounding, face flushed with ire. If her mother were here, she would chastise Mika for ‘getting so worked up’, but Mika doesn’t give a crap about propriety right now. This is life and death. He threatened MY incubi… I mean the incubi..

Mika’s heart falters at her mistake. Her face flushes further at the implication of her errant thought. Her embarrassment circles around her head, fueling her anger.

“Goddammit!” Mika shrieks as she kicks open the back door.

The five incubus brothers freeze and turn to stare the commotion in unison. They look like someone paused an action movie. James, Damien, and Erik and circled around Sam with wide stances and outstretched arms. Matthew, for his part, has a foot planted in the center of Sam’s chest while his brother holds him aloft with a first-full of his shirt.

Mika’s eyes dart to the trail of dark hair that peaks out from Matthew’s shirt and runs down into his jeans. Her blood pounds harder in her ears as her mind is momentarily derailed imagining the parts of his body obscured by clothes.

Shit I’m staring! Mika shakes herself remembering why she’s here.

“Fuck Malix!”, She shouts. Her voice sounds unfamiliar in her ears.

“Hell yeah!”, Matthew agrees with a grin as he wiggles out of Sam’s grip.

“Uh… yeah?”, Sam looks at Mika like she just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. She shoots him glare back, but before she can open her mouth the retort Erik appears in front of her.

His wide-eyed deer-in-the-headlights stare remains, “Princess! Did something happen?”

“I’m sick of waiting for him to jump out of nowhere and attack me. I’m going to kick his ass!”

Damien flinches as the flames surrounding Mika’s aura burn brighter

“Oh, like you kicked his ass after the party?” Sam is still wearing that smug face as he rolls his eyes towards the small-framed woman.

Mika grits her teeth, she knew that Sam was not going to like her idea, but he is being even more of a prick than usual, “That’s why you’re going to train me.”

“There’s no reason the fret, miss” James places a gentle hand on her shoulder, “Your grandfather placed a protection spell on you, and the house.”

Mika lets out a frustrated hiss, “and that didn’t stop him from breaking in and—”

Hot emotion grabs Mika by the throat. She doesn’t have a word for what he did to her. She wasn’t hurt physically, but her safety and sanity felt shattered. The implication that he could do much worse claws at the back of her mind.

James’ eyebrows knit together in concern. As he opens his mouth, Damien pulls him away by the elbow, “Nope. She’s right. This is a problem for Sam.”

“Me?!” “Him?!” Mika and Sam protest in unison.

Mika continues, “I meant to train with all of you”

Matthew peers at something near her- rather that at her- before adding, “Yeah, this is definitely Sam’s expertise.”

Matthew shoos Erik into the house and Damien follows, pulling James with him. Mika and Sam are left alone in the backyard, glaring daggers at each other.

After a long moment of silence Mika explodes, “How am I supposed to defend myself if you won’t fucking teach me!” She kicks a stray rock directly at Sam’s face. He dodges easily and watches as it lands a ways behind him. When he turns back towards Mika his eyes and half lidded, pupils blown wide.

Mika recognizes that look from the moment she first met him. The memory of their kiss stirs that warm feeling in her gut. “This isn’t about your damn energy!” She wishes she could wipe that look off his face but settles for shoving his shoulder.

Suddenly Sam’s index finger is poking her forehead, “Bang, you’re dead.”

Mika swats his arm away and takes a fighting stance.

Fingers at the side of her throat, “Bang, you’re dead.”

She growls and moves to punch at Sam’s chest. Her first whiffs through the air as his longer arms hold her out of range, “You’re tiny, doofus. You’ll never lay a finger on Malix like that!”

Red flickers at the edge of Mika’s vision as she drops under Sam’s arm and kicks his foot out from under him. As Sam falls, she jabs a finger in his gut. “Bang, you’re dead,” she mocks his smug tone.

“…woah” Sam is making that dumb face again. His mouth is open, face slightly flushed, breathing fast as he stares up at her. Mika’s heartrate spikes as something feral in her enjoys looking down at the flustered incubus.

Her moment of glory is short-lived. Sam takes advantage of her distract to aim a sweeping kick at her feet.

Mika lands hard on Sam’s chest. He quickly rolls to pin her on her back. Mika struggles against Sam’s forearms pressing down on her own.

Sam’s chuckle draws her attention to his face, inches from hers. When their eyes meet Mika’s body floods with heat.

The two draw shaky breaths as their faces inch closer. Mika can feel Sam’s hot breath on her face. Her eyes flick to his lips.

Only one movement away. She considers.

When she looks back to his eyes, they’re glowing gold.

She freezes. He could do anything to me and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. Mika’s eyes widen and dart around, looking for an exit.

“Fuck—I’m so fucking sorry! I—” Sam fumbles as he sits up away from Mika.

Seeing an opening, Mika hooks her knee behind Sam’s and pulls it our from under him. She throws her bodyweight on top of him. Her right leg is wrapped around his left as her hips straddle his. Mika pins his wrists on either side of his head with all the force she can muster.

She smirks with satisfaction as Sam’s tentative movements fail to break her hold.

“Hey, I don’t want to hurt you. I—I don’t know how much strength to use…” Sam’s voice is the quietest she’s every heard him.

Sam’s thigh presses between Mika’s in his restrained struggle. She bites back a groan as the brief moment of friction sends delicious tingles up her spine.

The incubus freezes. When their eyes meet again the electric feeling is back, magnified by the growing heat in Mika’s core.

They’re green again. Mika notes Sam’s eyes, wide but devoid of that magical glow. This feeling isn’t his doing.

 The boy underneath her turns his head to the side, face bright red and practically panting. Mika feels something pulse against her hip.

Pride blooms in her chest. Mika experimentally grinds down on Sam’s thigh again, this time letting her breath shudder near Sam’s neck.

He gasps and snaps his gaze back to her own. Mika feels unbearably hot. When his eyes flick down to her lips she answers his silent question with a breathless whisper, “please.”

The tension snaps as their mouths crash together.

The kiss is frantic. Sam’s chapped lips move quickly against her own and Mika pushes back with equal fervor.

As she releases one of his wrists to grasp at the nape of his neck. Sam’s hips thrust against hers as they moan into each other’s mouths.

Sam’s newly freed hand slides over Mika’s backside and gives a sharp squeeze. She gasps and pulls back to give Sam a glare that’s a poignant mix of hate and lust, “What was that?!”

“You’re so hot when you’re angry” he groans unabashedly.

Mika only has time to blush before both of Sam’s hands are on her ass guiding her to fully straddle his lap as he maneuvers a seated position. “But I think we have to stop if you don’t want energy. I mean don’t want me to—I don’t wanna accidentally—”

His rambling is cut off as Mika presses a hot kiss into his lips. When she finally pulls away Sam is beat red and breathing shakily. His eyes flash between green and gold. “And you’re hot when you’re flustered” she says with a wink.

Sam’s eyes settle on gold and Mika dives headfirst into the tingling sensation that washes over her. “Sam..” she whines, a desperate edge to her voice as the heat in her core melts into an ache.

He grabs her hips and pulls her to grind against him. Her clothed sex rubs against the bulge in his jeans.

Mika’s energy swirls around her body, like a drain funneling down between her thighs, demanding to be released with each delicious movement that touches Sam.

Sam moans into the base of her neck. The vibrations make Mika’s bones feel like Jello.

Mika grinds against him in earnest, chasing a tightening feeling in her core and the whisper of his breath hitching against her neck.

Sam’s sucking bruises into her neck. The feeling of his tongue licking the marks has her biting her bottom lip and shivering against him. A sharp suck sends a small jolt of paint down her spine. Mika retaliates by biting Sam’s neck. The taste of the salt of his sweat does something to her insides and she bites down harder.

“Fuck” Sam breaths as a big sip of energy is pulled from Mika’s mouth. Mika’s head spins at the sudden loss.

He presses sloppy kisses from her ear to her collarbone. His hands push the hem of her top up as his fingers explore her stomach. They trace the edge of her bra and Mika shudders.

She slides her hands under Sam’s shirt and appreciatively traces the muscles as she works up to his pecs. She reaches around to his back and pulls him roughly to her, capturing his lips again.

Mika catches Sam’s bottom lip between here teeth as he breaks the kiss. Mika gasps as the sharp pull of energy appears again. “You’re going to pass out if you keep doing that” Sam groans, pressing her body close to his.

“What if I do this?” Mika teases as she grinds her hips down hard.

“This—” Sam thrusts up into her, “I know how to deal with”

“How about this?” Mika asks as her fingers trail around the waistband of Sam’s jeans and toy with the button.

“Yes” He breaths.

Mika pops the button open and slowly unzips the fly. She palms his length through his boxers. Sam groans as he pulls her in for another kiss. His tongue slides against her own.

Mika traces the tip of Sam’s cock with her finger, spreading the precum further down his head. Sam’s hand flies between her legs. Mika can feel the wetness in her panties as she rolls her hips to press her clit into Sam’s palm.

Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, spiraling down into the bundle of nerves Sam helps her work. His other hand slides over her bra and massages her breast.

Mika makes an involuntary noise and grasps Sam’s cock harder. She pumps up and down his length before reaching down the waistband of his boxers to fully grab him.

Sam bites his lip as he thrusts into her hand. His fingers at her core press up, pushing fabric into Mika’s entrance. Her hips faulter and she whines Sam’s name again.

His fingers deftly unbutton Mika’s jeans and slide into her panties. She shudders violently as he gently traces her clit.

Mika’s thumb rubs over the head of Sam’s member, drawing a shaky breath as his hips twitch forward. Her hand circles the base of his cock and glides to the head, bringing precum down with her during each stroke.

Sam’s fingers circle her entrance. Then he presses one finger agonizingly slowly into Mika. She bucks her hips uncontrollably. Sam slides his finger completely out, then presses back in with two.

Mika’s entire body feels white hot as she rides Sam’s fingers. The only thought in her head is to chase her rapidly approaching peak.

Sam thrusts to meet her strokes and for a few moments the pair are completely adrift in their joint pleasure.

The damn suddenly breaks. Mika is clenching around Sam, her vision glowing white around the edges. The waves of pleasure overwhelm the incubus, and he quickly follows Mika is his own orgasm.

They fall back into the grass. Mika resting on Sam’s chest as they do nothing but shudder and try to catch their breaths for a few minutes.

“You were right to fight in close combat with an opponent with a longer reach…but I think fucking them would take too much time in the middle of a battle” Sam teases.

“That’s fucked up!” Mika slaps Sam’s bicep and doesn’t miss the hungry look in his eyes as her anger briefly spikes.

[teecupangel]

Rather specific and weird but, how do you think Altaïr, Ezio, Ratonhnhaké:ton, and Desmond would react to having chronic migraines? Totally not asking because my chronic migraines are kicking my ass right now. Totally.

I hope you feel better, nonny, and I’m sorry this is so late TTATT

Altaïr:

Altaïr had been living with the pain in his head that comes and goes regularly since he was a child.

He knows how to hide it and he has no plans to tell anyone about it.

Al Mualim knows of it and has told him repeatedly how important it was for nobody else to know.

It was a weakness that Altaïr cannot show to others.

So he pretends he’s fine.

Everything was fine.

He’s fine.

He must be fine.

Ezio:

Ezio’s sickness in the mind as the dottore would call it always worried his family. He tried to hide it at times, especially when he knows that Petruccio needed more care and attention that him. He was the older brother. The least he could do was make sure his youngest sibling would be cared for. He can endure the pain.

“You’re an idiot.” Claudia would always say as she drags Ezio to his room and force him to lay on his bed.

“I’m fine, Claudia.”

“I know. You’re helping me practice.”

Ezio had hated this ‘practice’ when he was a child. A practice to when I have my own child, Claudia would say.

It was embarrassing.

But hearing Claudia read out loud a book for children…

Feeling the warmth of his blanket…

The relaxing scent of tea that Claudia would sip from time to time…

The pain in his head was still prominent but… Ezio couldn’t help but relax nonetheless.

“Thank you, Claudia.”

“Shush, babies don’t talk.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Everyone in the village knew that Ratonhnhaké:ton would have this ‘episodes’ every so often. They always seemed to realize it even when Ratonhnhaké:ton is trying to hide it and tell him to go home and rest or, if Ratonhnhaké:ton is being a bit too stubborn, they’ll let him do something for the village that he could do at his own pace. Nothing dangerous. They’d always check up on him every so often and Ratonhnhaké:ton would try to finish it. But his mother would always come to him before he could and they would go home. His mother would tuck him after they ate and hum some kind of song as she held her son.

When he became an Assassin, he tried to hide it. It was easy to hide it among the people who didn’t know him.

But Achilles always knew.

“You’ll only be a danger to everyone and yourself. Rest and return when you’re better.”

Achilles tried to keep his distance.

But Ratonhnhaké:ton still heard the concern in his tone.

He always watched as Achilles walked away after saying his peace even though the sound of his cane tapping against the wooden floor made the pain in his head hurt a little bit more.

Rest.

Yes.

Ratonhnhaké:ton supposed he should take a rest.

He didn’t want Achilles to come back and hit him on the head with his cane later after all.

Not that it ever happened.

It was an empty threat and they both knew it.

Desmond:

Desmond is slave to capitalism. He has no choice but to keep on working even though he has a migraine. It’s absolute hell but Desmond has grown used to this.

Even back on the Farm, he would still continue to train when he was having a migraine. Nothing has truly changed.

Hell, this is an improvement.

The worst he could do was drop some kind of glass or bottle instead of falling or getting hurt himself.

It’ll be fine.

He’ll be fine.

(He does not realize that the lighting and the music of his job is worsening his migraines, he just thinks he need to power through it)

He would probably check online for medicines that can help make his migraines ‘easier’ or remember the medicine his parents used to give him (and yeah, if it needs a prescription, Desmond’s gonna steal it)

[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

it’s tiiiiimeee

i haven’t watched this show in full in five years 😵‍💫but it’s october and i was gonna watch thee byeler episode aka 2x02 on halloween anyway so i thought i might as well rewatch the entire show and make it everyone’s problem

forgot about the jumpscare being right at the beginning

baby will <3

they were all BABIES and now they’re all grown and the damn final season still hasn’t premiered lmao

dustin was so adorable

“it was a seven.” “huh?” “the roll, it was a seven. the demogorgon, it got me.” the way will was incapable of lying to mike, GOD, i feel sick

fun fact: will’s adorable little “see you tomorrow!” is immediately what made him my favorite

“kiss your mom ‘night for me!” lmfao

forgot how damn good the jumpscares are

gonna need mike to see will with a gun at least once before this show is over

“damn,you look like hell, chief!” “oh, yeah? well, i looked better than your wife when i left her this morning.” HELP

“lonnie used to call him queer.” “is he?” FUCKING HELL, HOPPER 😭 i completely forgot about that scene lmfao

EL, MY BABY

benny was such a good man :( he didn’t deserve to die

that poor dog was so hated irl 😭

“you think we got a problem here?” my brother in christ, a boy is missing

“i’m the only one that cares about will!” mike loves will so much, i’m gonna cry

i completely forgot about hop’s daughter

mike sneaking out while steve’s sneaking in 😭 this show is also a comedy

winona ryder the actress that you are

chapter 2

maybe i’m going to find out in this ep i can’t remember if they ever investigate benny’s death or link it to everything else that was going on

“stop it, you’re freaking her out!” “she’s freaking ME out!” lucas was the only real one in the beginning

poor baby. el didn’t even know what privacy was before this moment.

“oh, you can speak!” she gets that a lot 😭

mike and el had so much potential as friends, FUCK the duffers for ruining them by making it romantic. now they don’t even seem like they like each other

i hope s5 focuses on more on will and lucas’ friendship

jonathan was such a good brother

brenner. always at the scene of the fucking crime.

mike naming his dino ‘rory’ because he roars 🥹

FUCK BRENNER ALL MY HOMIES HATE BRENNER

karen was such a good mom in the beginning

i hate lonnie with a passion, he’s an abusive piece of shit who should’ve been killed off

i don’t blame lucas at all for the way he was acting with el at first

“one kid goes missing, the other one runs wild? some real fine parenting right there.”

they kept pointing out so many similarities between will and el, i can’t believe they didn’t go anywhere with it

“can’t ask a corpse a question.” die. just die.

nancy: *losing her virginity*

barb: *losing her life*

chapter 3

“no one breaks in here.” yeah, they just break out

love jonathan but steve wasn’t exactly wrong about the pictures

joyce byers the mother that you are

mike wanted nothing to do with el once they found will’s “body” but we’re supposed to believe that he loved her the second he saw her in the woods.

chapter 4

i can’t believe they showed that mike has all of the drawings will has created and expected us to be normal about it

“screw his funeral!” “what?!” TEARS

jonathan loves joyce and will so much 🥺

steve was such an unbearable asshole

can we PLEASE talk about charlie being able to hold his own with winona in that scene about will’s body? we already know winona’s gonna blow it out of the water but he did just as well

completely forgot about mike doing el’s makeup this episode dkfkgjd

“where are you from, exactly?” “bad place.” 😭

that troy scene still sends

“the kid is dead. end of story.”

they put too much pressure on el. i hope when all this shit is over she’s able to just be a normal kid.

this show used to be so fucking good

i love how hop tries lying to the state trooper and when that doesn’t work he just knocks him the fuck out 😭

I FUCKING HATE LONNIE

i’m so glad they had jonathan realize that joyce was telling the truth about everything that was going on instead of just dragging it all out.

chapter 5

hate lonnie for taking advantage of joyce when she’s clearly in a vulnerable position

“wait until we tell will that jennifer hayes was crying at his funeral” lmao

all this season is showing me is how severely they’ve robbed us of joyce and will scenes in future episodes

“man, these aren’t real nilla wafers.” mr. clark must think they’re horrible friends, i’m crying. dustin is right, though, fake nilla wafers suck.

“it might even swallow us whole.” and that’s exactly what’s happening by the end of s4

“he’s wanted to go to nyu since he was six. years. old!” she should’ve killed lonnie right then & there

can’t prove it but jonathan fell in love with nancy the second she shot that can on her first try

jonathan clocked nancy’s ass BAD in the woods

forgot just how much lucas hated el this season

byeler and jancy have paralleled each other too many times for it to just mean nothing in the end.

chapter 6

the jumpscares in this show are top tier

what i love about this show is how it still has me holding my breath even though i already know what’s going to happen

“i don’t wanna be alone. do you?” “no.” i was gonna say he wouldn’t be alone cause joyce is there but i remembered he doesn’t wanna tell her til it’s all over

early jancy were so awkward, i love them <3

“i could have been killed!” “which is exactly why we need her. she’s a weapon!” but mike loves her at this point, right?

lucas loves will so much, it’s a shame we haven’t seen much more of their friendship

“you’re my best friend, too.” “okay :D” dustin looked so happy 😭

“what’s the weirdest part? me or the bear trap?” “you, definitely you.” pls

jonathan beating the shit out of steve was so satisfying

“only love makes you that crazy, sweetheart.” i’m not even gonna say anything. you all know.

we don’t give mike enough appreciation for being such a selfless person. he did everything he could to find will, he almost killed himself to protect dustin, he let el live in his basement without even knowing her, etc.

“she’s our friend and she’s crazy!” i love dustin with my whole heart

BABIES 🫶🏼

chapter 7

“if anyone asks where i am, i’ve left the country.” this season is really reminding me why mike was my favorite in the beginning

i wanna hug el so bad

“our son with a girl?” ted, to mike:

“a psychotic child broke his arm!” “a little girl, chief. a little one.” “that tone! do you hear that tone?” “honestly, i’m just trying to state a fact. it was a little girl.” this entire exchange is sending me so bad

“you couldn’t take jonathan byers.” get his ass!

it was such a great choice to have joyce be the first one to ever give el comfort because she’s such a soft, comforting person and i can’t think of anyone better

chapter 8

made it to the finale! gonna be honest, i didn’t think i’d get here in only two days but this show sucked me in the exact way it did the first time

“go to hell.” joyce is everything

waiting til this episode to give flashbacks on hop’s daughter was an excellent choice

steve just wanted to apologize to jonathan and now he’s an exasperated mother of seven. life comes at ya quick!!

choosing not to acknowledge that scene beyond this for the sake of my mental health

el is a badass but she shouldn’t have to be

brenner should’ve never made it to season 4

these kids acted their ASSES off in this show

GOD THIS JOYCE, HOPPER AND WILL SCENE

you’d think everything that went down would make nancy and karen care more about mike and pay attention to him but it doesn’t. mike deserves so much better.

will is in a hospital bed worrying about jonathan’s hand. I LOVE THIS KID.

byeler hug <3

they all really wanted to tell will about jennifer hayes crying 😭

“her name’s eleven.” “like the number?” he sounded baffled lmaooo

getting will back must’ve been so bittersweet for nancy

hop keeps throwing away lit cigarettes and all i keep thinking is that he’s gonna start a wildfire eventually

mike’s soft ‘see you, will’ 🥹

the camera!!

“your wife doesn’t have time to cook for me.” pls

the byers family 🫶🏼

my love for this show has officially been revived. rewatching this reminded me why i loved this show so much in the first place. the acting is amazing, especially from the kids, the writing was great, and the fucking jumpscares were incredible. i’m so excited to start season 2!!

[colectingstrz]

THE RECEPTIONIST ☏

➤ (📞) GENRE: fluff, strangers to lovers | PAIRING: jay x fem reader | WC : 1.9k | SUMMARY: When you find your self crushing hard and constantly go to your local hospital just so you could see the cute receptionist again or in which the cute receptionist is amused by your antics and secretly anticipates your return.

SOO’S SMOL NOETY 📝:

𖤐 lowkey off topic but I’m quite embarrassed to say I’ve never seen these pictures of jay before... (＃＞＜) Like ive been stanning enha sine iland as well I don’t get it.. I came across this and was so shocked cuz how come I’ve NEVER SEEN THESE JAY PICS!!?? it’s just added an extra 5 years onto my lifespan (thank you to my man!! 🥰) + this is 80% proof read see a weird word? Erase it from your memory ❤️

YOUR MOTHER WAS DRAMATIC. Everything little thing that happened, she would inflate out of proportion, just like today. When you called her and told her you had some odd rashes, she freaked out and arrived to your university accommodation within 10 minutes. You tried to reassure her that it wasn't deep, but she didn't want to hear it. Assuming the worst, she literally dragged you by your ear to her car and drove you to the hospital.

The whole thing was humiliating as your friends and anyone who lived in your section watched the whole interaction form their windows. You understand your mother wanted to make sure you were alright. Especially as you were the youngest sibling she always was extra mindful of you. But she was doing way to much for your liking. You just wanted to get this over with and go home.

Once you arrived you and your mother approached the counter and rang the bell so that a receptionists could be alerted. Soon a tall male appeared “ I apologise for the wait I had an important call.. what can I do for you miss?” You shot your head up once you heard the voice stepping closer and locking eyes with him .

For you, it was love at first sight. He was cute, he was handsome, and all of the above. You had never seen anyone as attractive as him in your 20 years of living. Who is this angel from above his jawline? I need him to cut me in ha- " y/n sweetie, why don't you explain your problem to the gentleman?"

Oh yeah..my rashes

“uh... I have some rashes uh... that are uh... spreading all over umm..my back” you internally slapped yourself for speaking like that and stuttering it's bad enough you showed up with your mum at your big age and now this..what was he supposed to think of you. It was difficult to concentrate on your words as his deep brown eyes were fixed on you.

He hummed as he scribbled something on his notes, “ladies please sit over there on the red chairs and make yourself comfortable I'll set you up with one of our doctors in a minute ” oh I'll make myself comfortable alright “pardon? ” You covered your mouth with your hands as you gasped, realising you had spoken out loud. Here I am again, embarrassing myself in front of him .

The male chuckled to himself before heading off down the hall.

Later that week more like 2 days after you found yourself at the hospital again Why? Because you were sick sick. Suffering from what? A bad case of I’m attracted to my hospitals receptionist syndrome and you needed an antidote quickly.So What perfect way to curs yourself by seeing the cause instead.

Plus you couldn’t focus at uni he lived in your head rent free and you didn’t even know his name. You wanted to talk to him again to hear his deep voice. Maybe you were obsessed ? Crazy? But you were crazy in love and needed to see him. So during your free you took the train and made your way to the hospital.

As you approached the counter you were met with an unfamiliar pair of eyes it was another receptionist. Where’s the sexy jawline dude who the hell is this old woman? “ umm excuse me ? Where’s the hot receptionist” the lady looked up from her paper and raised a brow eyeing you up and down “ if your a fan girl please excuse yourself out the hospital if your not actually sick “ tch she has an attitude “ uhh..im actually his girlfriend im here to drop somthing off ! I’ll be quick” you forced a smile as she squinted her eyes once more giving you a look as if searching for you obvious lie but she seemed to buy it “ I’ll call him for you stay here ” she disappears into the back and eventually your “boyfriend” comes out.

“ boyfriend ? “ he raised a brow with an amused smile on his face. You will be soon you just don’t know it yet “ i..uhh I only said that so you could come out please don’t misunderstand anything ” he nodded sitting down on the chair “ well then since you requested me what do you need ? ” you didn’t actually come there with a plan. Not having enough time to think of some fake diagnosis to give yourself you chose to be honest.

A sudden wave of confidence washes over you “ I need you ” he raised a brow “pardon ?” You nodd “ you heard me” the male chuckles to himself “you came all the way just to say this.. I’ll applaud you for your determination but im not interested ” im going to throw my self of a building “ don’t speak so soon.. once you get to know me your going to become interested” he hummed “ sure sure” you crossed your arms “ well if your going to reject me can I at least know the name of the guy I’ve been dreaming about ” he smirks “ you’ve been dreaming about me? Your very honest I like that.. and the names jay “ even his name is sexy

“ I’m honest and a lot more things you will like if your willing to find out jay..” you graced your fingers over his lightly before turning off to leave. With a proud smile on your face

Jay didn’t really understand what just happed but he found you amusing. It’s not like he hadn’t had girls come here and put it on him but something about the way you carried yourself and acted was different. He wouldn’t admit it but he hoped to see you some time soon.

As quick as the next day you showed up. You approach the counter to be met with the same old annoying lady “ here to see your boyfriend? I’ll get him ” maybe she’s not so annoying anymore you smiled to yourself as your little lie seemed to be doing you wonders

“ good afternoon jay how’ve you been did you miss me” he rolled his eyes while flicking though some documents “ you’ve been gone for 21 hours.. there’s nothing to miss it hasn’t even been a full day” he was counting..? “ you counted how many hours soooo…you did miss me didn’t you ?” you spoke with a slight blush on your cheeks at the thought that he actually missed you to some extent. Jay noticed this he thought it was cute how easily flustered you got “ your cute when you blush ” hearing him say that you made your legs melt like jelly almost losing balance to the point jay even stood up reaching out for your arm in concern

“ y/n.. are you alright ?” You nodd slowly “ you know my name..” you speak in a dazed tone to which jay smiles “ of course your not someone to forget.. so are you actually sick or.. you came here to see me” what do you think “ no this time I’m actually a little under the weather do you want to know why jay ” he nodded getting out his notepad

“ I’m stuffing from unrequited love.. the guy I like doesn’t feel the same way.. and I think I might die from a broken heart ” you spoke dramatically with a small pout flashing jay your doe eyes hoping he would be tranced by your attempt to be cute and fall in love with you. To your shock he flicked your forehead “ ouch! Why would you do that ! ” he now moved closer to you placing his hands on the counter staring at you deeply

“ it seems your suffering form something else too.. stupidity ” huh? What is that supposed to mean “ what.. please elaborate I’m unaware of this symptom” you speak deeply confused so you move closer to jay urging him for an answer. Almost closing the distance between the two of you. You action caught jay of guard causing him to move back and hide his deep blush with a cough “ that’s a conversation for another time “ you raise a brow “ another time? So you intend to see me again when’s the date ” he laughs “ I never said I was taking you out on a date ” you pout again

“ fine then.. I guess I’ll just go to another hospital form now on..” you turn to leave wishing he would follow you but the more you headed to the entrance you realised he wasn’t. You sighed maybe this is a sign I should move on.

Though just as you stepped foot out the entrance you felt a force pull you to an outside wall pushing you against it. You were shocked to see jay. “ are you that dense y/n” what what what “Huh..? I don’t I.. I don’t understand ” his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips he seemed as if he heisted at the thought of kissing you

“ on second thought.. I-I don’t need to understand if your going to kiss me just do it ” he chuckled lightly placing his finger on your lips “ I want to make that move in a better and more appropriate setting if you get what I mean” he still wants to kiss me so a win is a win.

you couldn’t belive that this whole time jay liked you back you mentally facepalm yourself for being so dense how did you not notice sooner? A regular person would have shooed you away yet he entertained it all. It was so obvious I’m an idiot

He pulls away from you slightly now resting on the wall next to you

“ wait so you really did miss me? ” he nodded but you didn’t fail to miss the small tint of red that was evident on his ears as he attempted to turn away “ yeah.. I actually gave you my number but I guess you didn’t notice “ you raise a brow number HE GAVE ME HIS NUMBER AND I DIDINT NOTICE !?

“ wait wait wait when? “ he shrugged “ on the first day I wrote it on a sheet of paper and when I escorted you and your mom to the doctor I slipped it into your bag since you left it open Damm it this was the 3rd mental facepalming you had revived for your actions, as you do in fact remember seeing a scrunched up ball of paper but assumed it was rubbish and threw it in the trash.

“ I threw that in the bin thinking it was rubbish oh my gosh Jay why didn’t you just straight up say it to me my memory is impeccable!” he smiles “ I wanted to tease you a little bit longer I like seeing you all cute and flustered ” now it was your turn away and hide the blush on your face.

You had so much more you wanted to say to him but the interaction was cut short by that annoying old lady. Yes after what interrupting your lil moment with jay she became annoying again

“ Jay.. stop sucking your girlfriends face off and answer to some customers I’m on my break !” She yells as you could hear her approaching. You turn to jay with a frown. Though Shocking both you and him Jay unknowingly places a quick kiss on your cheek mouthing a small “I’ll see you later” before running back into the hospital.

You sigh as you lean on the wall placing your hand on your cheek as you relived the moment on reply. Again and again and again and again- “ y/n!” you hear jay call out for you. He approached you quickly placing a folded paper in your Palm “ my number.. please don’t throw it away again and call me”

And he sped off again

You smiled to yourself as you held the paper firmly in your hand not wanting to let go. You never knew in your life that you would be thanking your mother for being so dramatic.

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𖤐 This story is very personal to me not that I’ve done this before 💀 but like it’s so real to me cuz this is exactly what i would do if In some other universe jay was a receptionist at my local hospital tho the difference is I’ll just admire him from after 😔 Aniiii ways I hope you liked it !!

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Reaching for the Stars

Adam Warlock x Star Lord!Sister Reader

Prompt:  When your infant daughter starts to exhibit signs of inheriting her father’s powers, you and Adam find yourselves in quite a predicament. Not to mention when your brother, Peter, finds himself caught up in it. 

Word Count: 1,509

A/N: So I decided to write another one shot involving the reader and Adam Warlock having a child together. It is the same baby mentioned in my first one shot Aydith. The baby’s name is a combination of Meredith Quill and Ayesha (Adam’s mother). Also I couldn’t decide if the reader is married to Adam or dating, so I just said “partner”. You can decide! I might do another part to this one but I am not sure. I am open to requests! I hope you enjoy!

                                 Reaching for the Stars

“Look, I’m no baby expert, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t exactly normal.”

Your heart was pounding too hard to even glare at your brother for his comment as the two of you stared up at the ceiling. You had only turned your head for a minute. A minute! And now your baby had decided that she no longer liked the ground and instead preferred floating several feet in the air where you couldn’t reach her. Thank god you were at least inside!

“Peter, do something!” You cried out, finally looking over at your brother in desperation. Oh, you felt sick. And faint. Christ, where the hell was Adam?! “Help me get her down!”

“What am I supposed to do?!” He gestured, obviously beginning to panic as well. “I’m not Groot! I can’t just extend my arms and grab her!” Peter exhaled and began to look around. “Maybe there is something we can use in here, like a broom?”

Your jaw dropped. “You want to hit my baby with a broom?!”

Peter threw his arms up in the air in frustration. “How the HELL did you come to that conclusion?! Why in all the universes would you assume I’d want to smack my niece out of the air?!”

“I don’t know?!” And your panicking was slowly growing into hysteria. You were just getting accustomed to parenting and now your perfect baby had decided to show off her celestial talents. Dammit, where was Adam?! “Aydith, it’s okay! Mommy is right here! Don’t move!”

Unlike you and her uncle, the infant seemed as if she hadn’t a care in the world. She floated in one place, occasional flipping and offering you a two tooth smile. Her (your eye color) sparkled and she giggled down at the two of you, completely unaware of the terror she was causing you both.

“Y/N?”

Both you and Peter turned to see Adam standing in the doorway. If it hadn’t been for the severity of the situation, the way his expression of confusion switched to one of bewilderment upon seeing his child in the air would’ve been comical. You didn’t have time to enjoy the feeling of relief as you hurried over to his side.

“Our baby is flying!” You pointed as if he couldn’t clearly see the situation before him.

“I didn’t know she could do that.” He replied so innocently. Damn, you loved him so much but sometimes…

“Nor did I!” You sighed deeply, trying to regain some form of composure after losing it with Peter. “But apparently she can and now she is up there and I cannot get her down!”

“Y/N wasn’t open to any of my ideas--” Peter began to argue before you cut him off.

“Because you wanted to knock Aydith out of the air with a broom!” You hissed.

“I was going to try to hook the handle on her overalls and pull her down!” He shot back. “But you didn’t even let me finish my plan!”

You really wanted to point out Peter’s interesting history when it came to planning, but decided against it. Instead, you watched as your daughter peered down at Adam, her chubby, little arms reached out towards him. Effortlessly, your partner rose into the air and gingerly took a hold of her. The moment his feet touched the ground, the wave of relief that hit you almost brought you to your knees.

“Oh, Aydith!” At once, you scooped her from Adam’s embrace and hugged her close. “Don’t you ever do that to me again, okay?!” It was a battle to hold back tears as you held her close.

“So the kid can fly now.” Peter said as he looked at Adam. “And she isn’t even one yet. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and assume you are just as clueless as the rest of us of what else Aydith might be capable of?”

You felt Adam’s hand rest on the small of your back. Even though his eyes weren’t fixed on you, you knew he was trying to offer some comfort. You moved closer, resting your head against him as Aydith fiddled with the collar of your shirt.

“No, I’m sorry.” His eyes met yours, the look on his face hard to read. “Until I learned Y/N was pregnant, I didn’t even think it was possible for us to reproduce.”

Your daughter let out a whine, one that you had come to recognize as her needing a nap. Peter made a goofy face, trying to make her smile. He’d always been so good with her--not that you had ever doubted he wouldn’t be. Aydith looked back at him, one cheek pressed against your chest. She was tired--and if you were quite frank, so were you.

“We need to talk with the others.” Peter stated, looking from you to Adam. “Maybe come up with some sort of game plan to keep Aydith grounded until we fully understand what she is able to do.”

Your eyes flickered down to your daughter who appeared to have finally drifted off. She was so small. So little. How could someone like that do something so extraordinary, yet so terrifying at such a young age? You didn’t fear the possibilities of what she would be like if she had inherited some of her father’s powers. No. No, you worried what would happen if she did. What dangers she would face. That’s what scared you.

  “Okay.” You nodded, shifting her in your arms. You knew the other Guardians would literally drop anything any of them were doing and come to your aid if you asked. That’s what families did after all. There was an old saying you remembered that said it took a village to raise a child--in this case, that village was turning out to be Knowhere. “Let’s do it.”

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Silence followed you as you and Adam walked to Aydith’s room. Peter was gone and a part of you felt guilty of not apologizing after he left. You made a mental note to do so the next time you saw him. When you reached her crib, you cautiously set her down, doing your best not to wake her. Thankfully you were successful.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” The sound of Adam’s voice pulled you back to reality. “I never even fathomed the idea of Aydith having my abilities. If I had known, or even considered it for that matter…” He shook his head, guilt heavy in his tone as if he blamed himself. “If there hadn’t been a roof…”

The last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad. Adam’s powers, his gifts, they were beautiful. You didn’t dare want him to think otherwise. And certainly you didn’t want him to think that he’d cursed your daughter. Reaching out, you take a hold of his hand, interlocking your fingers. Aydith was safe. That was what was important. She was in her crib before the both of you passed out. Completely and utterly lost to the world.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.” You assured him, reaching up with your other hand to turn his face towards your. “Aydith is a part of you, just as she is me. And I suppose one of those parts of you involves her having some sort of special abilities.” You offered him a small smile. “Even if witnessing my child levitate in the air wasn’t what I had initially ever anticipated her doing.”

Adam squeezed your hand. “No, I cannot say I pictured her doing so either.”

You both watched her quietly, his thumb gently stroking your hand. You were still on edge, though your anxiety had lessened quite a bit since Aydith had been deemed safe. Exhaling, you catch Adam’s gaze in your own.

“We’ve got this.” And you were a little surprised how sure you sounded. “At least, we can’t afford not to be, right? After everything we’ve been through as Guardians, I think we can manage this new milestone…Or whatever you want to call this new development.”  

The corners of Adam’s mouth twitch slightly upwards at your words. “Yes, I agree with you. We haven’t let anything stop us yet.”

He dropped your hand and wound his arm around you to pull you into a kiss. You let your eyes close for a moment, melting in his embrace. It was moments like this that you cherished between the two of you. Especially after Aydith had been born and your intimate times had shifted some depending on her needs. Parenthood had surely become a whirlwind--one that you had welcomed with wide, open arms.

“I love you.” You murmured softly, pulling back just enough so that your eyes met. “Both of you.”

“And I you.” Adam replied, resting his forehead against yours. “In every universe and every dimension.” He turned away for just a second to peer over at your daughter before looking back. “We’ve got this, don’t we?”

This time, the nod you gave him felt much more confident. “Yeah,” you agreed. “We do.”

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Valentine’s Day 25’

(4/4) — ❤️🩷

(A/N): oooh they are toxic as hell…anyways who think they should get married 😹? @sh1mmer-add1ct <3 TW: toxic relationship things…

He was perfect that night. He was perfect every night he was on that stage. With hundreds upon hundreds of eyes set on him, he never fumbled under the pressure like some of the other girls in his division. He was absolutely perfect.

The judges recognized this too, considering the loud applause echoing across the theater as he held up a huge, golden trophy. Three girls surrounded him to assist in putting his sash on along with the crown always rewarded to the winner. Through it all, he couldn’t stop smiling. He was happy up there with all those eyes on him. Happy with those girls by him. Happy with the judge’s hand on his shoulder. Happy with it all.

“Wonderful performance, Mister Vega. That routine was very difficult, but you did it flawlessly. Tell me, how long have you been dancing?”

Sam adjusted the crown on his little, the girls still pinning the sash onto him as he leaned over to the microphone. “Since I was three years old.”

The crowd cheered louder. He giggled.

“Three?!” The judge gave the audience a surprised look before patting Sam on the shoulder just a little harder, smiling. “Well, all the time certainly paid off! You got a perfect score! Have you ever had a perfect score before?”

Sam smiled a little wider. “Yes.”

“I’m sure we can all believe that, can’t we?”

Everyone had a smile on their face as Sam took his final bow and waved to them all, once again flaunting his perfect posture and elegant mannerisms. It was like he was alway performing, in a way, his movements constantly looking as though they were smoother than butter. Although to Riley, she couldn’t have felt tenser watching him up there. All the eyes, all the smiles, all the praise, dedicated to him — she hated to see it.

“He was wonderful up there, wasn’t he?”

“He? I thought it was a she…”

“No, that’s Kamlia’s kid. She is a he now.”

“Oh. Then yeah, I think he did great.”

Old couples were always annoying, she supposed.

“That costume is gorgeous! I wonder where he got it made…”

“I heard his mother does all the costume designs for him.”

“How sweet!”

“Yeah. She’s really sick, though. Poor guy, I’m not sure she’ll be around for much longer…”

Nosey dancers. That seemed to always be the case in places like these.

“Oh my God, he’s so cute!”

But that caught her attention more than any of the other conversations surrounding her. Turning her head to the right, Riley saw the young lady responsible for that grating voice — a pretty girl with blonde curls and frilly pink bows sitting next to her other friends. Really cute. Sam’s type.

“Is he looking at me?! He’s totally looking at me!”

“Annie, get a grip.”

“No, no, I’m serious this time! Look! He’s looking right at me!”

Riley lifted her head to see Sam staring right at her. It would make sense for this Annie girl to believe he was looking at her, considering how close she and Riley were to each other, but it was obvious that his eyes were set on his girlfriend and his girlfriend alone. He blew her a kiss and she caught it, blinking slowly to take in his pretty face as long as possible. Perfect.

“Was that for you too?”

Annie scoffed at her friend’s remark, hitting her playfully. “Whatever, you’re such a hater. He isn’t just, like, a fling.”

“Right.”

“We’ve been in class together since forever!” Annie gushed, swaying back and forth. “I’ve always liked him even when I was with Jeremiah!”

“Quit that. You were obsessed with Jeremiah.”

“Yeah, but Sam…Sam’s just perfect.”

Riley’s heartbeat rang in her ears from the sheer adrenaline that released into her veins. Perfect. She called him perfect. Riley’s perfect, wonderful, sweet Sam — she just called him perfect.

Clutching onto her armrests with her fingernails digging deep into the expensive fabric, she couldn’t resist her violent thoughts from pouring in. She needed to die painfully. Not an easy death, not a quick one, but a torturous, slow, brutal one that would make her squirm and cry and scream. Riley wanted her to die. Riley needed her to die. That’s why she opened the dance pamphlet every guest received when they arrived, searching for her name in every division.

/—/—/—/—/—/—/—\—\—\—\—\—\—\

“Annabeth ‘Annie’ Giles,” Riley recited the name with a crazed look, staring dead into Sam’s eyes. “How do you feel about her?”

The car ride was silent on their way home. Sam assumed there was a problem because of that, but decided not to press it until they actually arrived at the house, trying to give her some time to improve her mood. Clearly, he couldn’t have been more wrong to do that. Now he stood like a deer in headlights, blinking rapidly in utter astonishment of what Riley was suggesting.

“Annie is a girl in my dance division,” Sam said softly. His eyes never dared to leave hers. “I’ve…sp-spoken to her a few times, but we aren’t very cl-close at all.”

“Annie, huh?” Riley hummed, tossing the pamphlet on the kitchen counter. Her smile only grew as she tilted her head a little. “Not Annabeth? Annie?”

“E-Everyone calls her Annie—!”

“Yeah?”

With a long sigh, Sam rested his head in his hands, clearly frustrated with Riley’s lack of understanding. Despite his clear distress, she sat down in the chair next to him and leaned close to his face with that same sick smile. No sense of boundaries. No sense of personal space.

“Go on. Tell me more about you and this Annie girl. I’m dying to know.”

“Riley, please don’t start this…”

“Start what? We’re starting something now?”

Lifting his head, Sam revealed a nasty glare that she only received whenever she was acting like this. At that point, she had become immune. In fact, she found it a little amusing — more cute than amusing, but still.

“Riley, baby, it’s Valentine’s Day…we should b-be spending tonight being h…appy together, not f-fighting…”

Grabbing his face harshly with one hand, Riley made sure to keep his eyes on her. Her fingernails dug into his cheeks as she pulled him closer, her smile unfaltering. “I don’t give a damn what day it is. Tell me more about her.”

“I don’t know anything else about her.” His voice was slightly muffled from her squeezing so hard against his cheeks, causing him to make a silly face. “I promise I don’t know anything else.”

Riley released him and backed away silently. That once prominent smile on her face had dropped as she clutched her fists up at her sides, staring at him as though he had just gotten finished with murdering her entire family.

“You’re gonna leave me for her.”

“R-Riley—!”

“Blonde hair, blue eyes, I mean come on, it’s obvious. You wanna fuck her, don’t you? You wanna fuck her and leave me.”

“No! N-No, I don’t—!”

“How about this then? Why don’t you stay here and look at your fucking trophy when I go and deal with her?”

“But—!”

Riley grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the seat, this time screaming in his face. “I’ll deal with everything my-fucking-self! I won’t let you leave me, baby. I’ll never let you fucking leave me. If you try it, I’ll rip your fucking guts out and spray them all over the floor!” Her voice shifted from anger to pure bliss as she giggled hysterically, loosening her grip. He tried to back away in her short period of serenity, only for her to slam him against the wall. “You’re gonna be mine forever and ever, Sammy!”

His throat was met with the bitter feeling of a cold blade against its tender skin. Riley pushed his head against the wall by his jaw a little rougher than usual, leaning close to his ear to supposedly propose her thoughts. Sam’s heart raced.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Riley…”

And with that, Riley wrapped her arm around his shoulder and dug her hand into the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss. It took a few seconds of exploring each other’s mouths for her to drop her knife to the floor, grabbing the collar of his shirt to keep him still. He tried to pull away once or twice but to no avail, seeing as she only pushed him harder against the wall when he tried to break free.

She pulled away and watched intently as he struggled to catch his breath, seeing his eyes dart around the room in a desperate effort to find a possible escape route. He looked the cutest when he was all worked up like this.

“What’re you looking for? Annie?”

Sam trembled as he shook his head. “Please stop…I-I really don’t like her…”

Riley raised her knee in between his thighs with a teasing grin, batting her eyelashes slowly. Blush dusted in cheeks in no time even through the tears growing in the corners of his eyes.

“I-I’ll quit dancing, if that…that’s what you want. I w-won’t do it anymore. I just want y-you to be happy with m…m…me.”

“I like seeing you in that leotard,” Riley purred, trailing her fingers down his chest. “It’s pretty sexy.”

“I-It’s…what?”

Completely baffled by her switch of behaviors, Sam tensed up and watched in horror as she closed the gap between their bodies, kissing him again. Less intense, but still got the point across.

“You gonna cry?” Riley whispered, releasing him with a seductive gleam in her eyes. “That’s okay. You’re a pretty crier. I wonder if Annie likes that…”

“Riley, stop!” Sam snapped, this time unable to keep the tears from streaming down his face. “I hate it when you d-do this! I hate it! You always act l-like I’m some sort of…d-dog! I would never even look her way, Riley! I love you! I love you more than anything!”

With that same grin, Riley swayed back and forth with a giggle. “Yeah?”

In between trying to control his wobbly voice and sniffles, he wiped his eyes, lowering his head to the floor. “I love you…I love you, Riley, I-I really do…please stop…”

Riley raised her eyebrows a little before finally letting out a long sigh, stroking her knuckles down his cheek. “You’re so perfect, Sammy. So, so, perfect…”

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Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch.9: Him

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🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT, MENTIONS OF SA & ALCOHOL/DRUG ABUSE🚨

“What are you doing?” Zeke’s voice was heard through the phone.

“Uh..” Bean didn’t know what to say. How could she tell him that she was currently sitting on the tv demon’s bed, rubbing his back. “Nothin..”

“You’re with him aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” She said, Vox groaned, “Shh..” Bean continued rubbing.

“Bean, you were supposed to drop him off then leave,” He sighed.

“I know, but he kept turning on his back and I was worried that he’d choke on his own vomit and I didn’t wanna be responsible for-”

“Okay okay, I got it, just be careful” Zeke interrupted her. “Don’t bring up anything about the book.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” She rolled her eyes. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Uh..ok?”

“What is the worst thing you did when you were alive?” Bean asked.

It was silent for a moment then Zeke sighed, “Um..well, I was working with the wrong kind of people; I was like a spy in a way. I would get information from rivals and give it to the people I worked for, one day I was surrounded by the rivals and abducted, they abducted my brother. They wanted me to confirm if he was the spy, apparently the people I worked for told them it was him and not me.”

“And you confirmed, didn't you?” Bean asked sadly.

“Yeah,” Zeke responded. “They killed him right in front of me.”

“I’m sorry, that must’ve been awful,”

Bean sat in the dark feeling conflicted, that’s all she felt these days. Well, to be fair she was always confused, she wished she knew what was going on half the time. She laid next to Vox looking at her reflection in his dark screen.

What was she doing?

Who was she?

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Chicago,1990s

Ruby wasn’t used to possession, she hadn’t gotten far with the last two; she wanted to help them but it only drove them to insanity. She wanted to help her children, but they wouldn’t help her. Bean wanted to help her but it was hard, she wouldn’t let Ruby take full control.

Ruby knew why.

It was because of him.

Bean was petrified of him, Ruby found him disgusting. Ruby had suggested ignoring him but he retaliated by taking away food for Bean, which in turn was food that Ruby wasn’t getting. If her child wasn’t healthy, she couldn’t be either. Ruby couldn’t return to full power if Bean wasn’t eating..So they resorted to eating while he wasn’t around, which wasn’t often or doing things Bean’s way; which was eating raw meat. Ruby didn’t mind, until today.

He had come home unexpectedly, leaving Bean in a state of shock; this gave Ruby the chance to take over. She watched him walk into the kitchen and sit right next to her, Ruby could feel Bean’s heart start to race. She swallowed her fear down glaring at the man.

“How’s my Beanie Baby doin?” He caressed her face, giving her a sick grin. Ruby snatched away, still glaring into his eyes, the man laughed. “Ya know I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like this new you,” he bit his lip. “Like that you started putting up a fight.”

She stayed silent. Not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you falter.

He frowned, “You shouldn’t be eating raw meat,” the man threw food she had in front of her, in the trash. “It’s not good for you,” he whispered in her ear before leaving.

Ruby stared at the trash can, feeling the anger rise in her chest, she dug her nails into the wooden table.

“Don’t worry..mother will deal with him..”

Present Day, Hell

“What are you doing here?” Ruby glared at him.

“Now now, I thought we were friends,” the man grinned. She could only see half his face, the other half was hidden in his hood, “After all you knew my daughter’s body more than I did.”

Ruby stood up, looking the man directly in the eye. She didn’t want to cause a scene in her own establishment, “Shall we talk in the back?”

He chuckled, “No.”

“What do you want, Stefan?” She whispered, almost forcing the name out of her mouth like vomit.

He stepped closer to her, “Where is she?”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific,” Ruby smirked.

“Sure I can start breaking everyone’s necks in here, starting with her,” he pointed at Trixie. “Is that specific enough for you?” He leaned into her.

Ruby looked at her children, she couldn’t risk their lives for one, it wouldn’t be fair. She’d be alone again, she didn’t want to be alone.. “I don’t know where Bean is, but I can get her to come here,” She lied. She just needed to stall until she thought of something.

Stefan started slowly backing her into the wall behind her, she could see the other half of his face; which looked nothing but static and a glowing red eye that Ruby couldn’t help but stare at,“If you’re lying to me, I will burn this building down with everyone in it, do you understand what I’m saying?” She slowly nodded, “Good,” he grinned, before leaving.

Once he was gone Ruby let out a sigh of relief.

“Mother? Is everything okay?” One of her children asked. She nodded, she was so angry that she had no words for anyone.

“Tell Ty to start closing up,” She said before storming off. “I need to make a call.”

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“Help..help me…please,” Bean heard a weak voice coming from down a dark hall. She slowly and quietly walked towards it.

Making it a dimly lit basement stairwell she stopped, hoping the voice wasn’t coming from there. “Is someone there?” Crap, Bean rolled her eyes.

She walked down the stairs, trying to stay away from the blood prints on the walls. The door was opened ajar, Bean slid into the very cold basement. She turned on the light, jumping back against the wall at the sight in front of her. There was a blue creature in the middle of the floor, with one leg and had stab wounds all over its body. It reached out to Bean with its bloody hand, “Help..” it was throwing up blood.

Bean walked towards it, “Who did this?”

“Please, it hurts,” it cried.

Bean picked it up, putting it on her back before exiting the basement, however the house had changed. Instead of a cold dreary old house, it was a cozy house; like one of those houses she had seen in a Christmas catalog. It was warm and quiet, it was even snowing outside. Bean walked into the living room to see a light skinned girl with curly hair sitting on the couch, she was covered in dirt, staring at static on the tv

“Excuse me?” Bean tapped the girl. She turned her head towards her looking annoyed.

“If you’re looking for him he isn’t done yet,” the girl snapped at Bean.

“I just need a phone, this person is hurt-” Bean realized the creature was no longer there. “What?”

The girl stood up, “He’s my dad too! It’s not fair! Why do you get all the nice stuff and I don’t!” She screamed.

Bean backed away in shock, “What do you-” she threw up a yellow liquid, she covered her mouth; but the closer the girl got the more liquid came out. She ran upstairs as the girl kept shouting.

Now she was in a long seemingly endless hallway. She was panting, she stopped to breathe. However Bean couldn’t rest for long, a monstrous screech came from where she had come from. “Hello?!” She started banging on doors. “Please help! There’s something after me!” She cried.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SOUNDS OF SA🚨 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

“For fuck sake Gee! I said let me finish!” A familiar voice came from one of the doors. Bean stopped frozen in fear. There were grunts and moans coming from it, “I love you so much Beanie, fuck you’re so beautiful,” the voice continued. There were small whimpering noises coming from the room.

Bean stared at the door, she wanted to stop listening, to keep running, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move. The longer she stayed the louder the noises became, the more noises she heard.

She noticed a sign on the door, it was written in terrible but familiar handwriting,

“DO NOT ENTER! THIS IS A ROCKER ZONE!”

“This is..mine,” she took the sign, finally backing away from the door.

Bean bumped into something making her turn around. It was her, but with yellow liquid coming from her eyes and mouth.

Before Bean could scream she threw up yellow liquid.

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Bean woke up gagging. She looked around, she sighed in relief remembering she was in V-Tower, in Vox’s bedroom? It looked like he worked in here too, there were multiple tvs on the ceilings and a desk that went around the room filled with papers. She looked down also realizing she was in the same dress from last night.

Vox wasn’t in bed. Maybe he was in the bathroom? Wherever it was in here. Or the closet? There was no one in the closet. Maybe the bathroom, since she could hear humming coming from it.

There was a light knock at the door, “Um sir?” A voice came from the other side. “Zestial wants to know if you’ll be advertising his herb brand, at least that’s what I think it says..I’m not very good at old English-“ Bean opened the door, startling the assistant.

“Hi!” She smiled.

He jumped back, “Um hi, is Mr. Vox-”

“Is that for him?” She took the stack of papers, “Wow these are heavy, you carried these by yourself?” Bean was amazed.

“Yeah actually, I like to get my daily walk in so I usually take the stairs,” he smiled, flattered.

“Well don’t work too hard, I can give these to him if you want,” She offered. “I’m Bean, what’s your name?”

“Well Mr. Vox told me my name was Papermint so..”

“What was your name when you were alive?”

“Colin.”

“Hi Colin, I’m Beatrice,” she waved.

“But didn’t you say your name was-” before he could finish there was a loud thud from the bathroom.

The sinners rushed inside seeing Vox on the floor, a low battery sign flashed on his screen. They looked at each other then back at the overlord.

“There wouldn’t happen to be a charger in here right?” Bean asked Colin, hoping she wouldn’t have to drag this 7 foot tall man down a flight of stairs.

He shook his head, Bean groaned.

After 45 minutes of dragging Vox down the hall to the elevator and trying to get the password for the elevator, they finally got him to his charging port in the tv room.

“How do you plug this shit in?” Bean struggled to plug the charger into Vox, he fell over on the sofa. She looked at his ass then back at the charger smirking, getting dirty ideas.

Colin pushed him back in the upright position, “It doesn’t go there,” he took the charger from her, sticking it in the back of Vox’s head. His screen started loading, “Well I’m going now, don’t touch anything.” He left her alone.

“Ugh!” She was already bored. What the hell was she supposed to do?

Bean did the exact opposite of everything she was told, tapping the shark tank, to turning on and off cameras. “I am very confused on why this camera is right outside Voe’s bedroom,” she turned the camera off. “Oops.” She turned to Vox who was on 95%. She went over to him, sitting on his lap. Bean tapped his screen. “You’re not nice,” she poked his chest then kissed the side of his face before leaning against him, “What’s wrong with me?”

At that moment Vox woke up, he looked down in annoyance, “Why are you sitting on me?” Bean yelped startled. She fell onto the floor.

“Ow..” she stood up rubbing her back. “I was trying to see if you were awake.”

“Uh huh sure,” Vox pulled the charger out. “Is that why you were sleeping in my bed?” He crossed his arms.

“YOU asked ME to stay with you,” Bean put her hands on her hips. “You would not let go of me! then threatened to kill the limo driver!”

“I don’t remember that,” Vox waved her off.

“Yeah, you were drunk.”

“Whatever.”

Bean stared at him, it was obvious she was only annoying him. She sighed, “Fine, I’ll go.” She put her shoes on.

Vox groaned, “Wait, come back.” He pulled her back onto his lap, Bean had her arms crossed not looking at him. “Thank you, I appreciate you making sure I was okay,” She smiled at him. He blushed, rolling his eyes, “It wasn’t that big a deal, but thanks.”

“I appreciate you being nice, even if you were intoxicated,” she giggled.

He chuckled, embarrassed. Vox didn’t want anyone to see him like that, especially not Alastor or Voe..or Bean. “What did such a sweet doll like yourself do to end up down here?”

Bean leaned into him, seeing her reflection on his screen, “I killed my stepdad.”

“Interesting..” Vox was intrigued. “I guess that explains the strange behavior I’ve seen in the cameras.”

“Strange?” Bean tilted her head.

“Yeah,” He grinned. “The night after the nightmare wedding my cameras caught you ripping different sinners to shreds..all night.” Vox was excited just thinking about it, he had to admit it was hot.

Bean's eyes widened, “Are they okay?”

“Who cares?” Vox scoffed. “Val was super psyched, you got every sinner on his list; the bastard got over 1,200 souls back.”

Bean looked down, she had literally helped an abuser get his victims back. Is that why Angel went back? Was she really that scary? “I’m a failure..” she mumbled. “I don’t deserve redemption.”

“The princess got into your head didn’t she?” Vox rolled his eyes. “Redemption is a load of crap, I bet you those guys you killed probably ate babies in their lifetime! So if anything they deserved it! Not to be in heaven.”

“Do you think I deserve to go to heaven?” She looked at him shyly.

Vox pulled her closer to him, his hands resting on her waist, “My dear, you are heaven,” he winked at her.

She blushed, laughing, “Boo!”

“What? You don’t believe me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“ I don’t actually,” she smirked. “Which is ironic considering your motto is about ‘trust’.”

He laughed, his hand slowly moving from her waist to her hair, “Your hair, it’s long.” He looked at it.

She blushed even harder, the warmth from her cheeks were spreading to her entire body, “Yeah..I need to cut it.”

“Don’t,” Vox leaned forward. “I like it,” before Bean responded he kissed her, his hand still in her hair.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SMUT🚨 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

Bean kissed him back moaning into his mouth, she ripped his tie off tossing it aside deepening the kiss. He moved from her mouth to her neck, biting it, this only made the warmth in her body even hotter, “Vox..” She moaned, feeling the bulge in his pants graze her clit. She slowly started to grind into his crotch, her panties getting more and more soaked. Vox moaned, at one point biting into her neck, Bean screamed, “Fuck!”

“Did daddy hurt you?” He smirked, kissing the bite mark.

“Shut up,” she laughed, moaning as Vox slowly unzipped her dress. Bean pushed the dress down before Vox to kiss her cleavage, getting closer and closer to her nipple. One hand on her boob while he licked and played with her nipple through her bra.

Her tail wrapped around Vox’s leg, “Vox..fuck..” Bean could feel herself leaking through her panties as Vox pulled her closer to his boner, at this point they were grinding into each other. Her moans started becoming louder and louder the faster more they grinded.

Vox pulled one part of her bra down, licking her pierced nipple, Bean threw her head back, “Fuck Yes! Right there! Stay right there!” She was so close she could practically explode. When suddenly..

Vox’s phone rang, he pushed her off of him taking the call, “What? An overlord meeting? When?” He was listening while buttoning his shirt. Bean sat there covered in sweat and other fluids, feeling kind of silly. “You should go, I have a conference meeting in 5.”

“But it’s only 1,” Bean pouted.

“Minutes.”

“Oh, okay,” She pulled up her bra and dress disappointed before leaving.

Bean walked down the hallway feeling ashamed, even though there was no one there; she felt as though she had been some homewrecker who got shooed away because the wife was coming home.

“Boo.” She said sadly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eugenia took a deep breath before entering Donnie’s gallery, she was ready to face him. Ready to..honestly she didn’t know what she’d do. She stepped inside, the building was empty, there were no visitors. No workers.

Was Donnie even here?

She heard a loud crash coming from the back, Eugenia made her way over there cautiously.

“I knew it!” She heard a woman scream, she peeked through the door seeing Donnie and Ruby, she looked pissed. “I knew I couldn’t count on an idiot like you! And I chose to anyway!”

“Now Ruby, I don’t see what’s wrong with getting something from my daughter, you did,” he crossed his arms.

“You came to me because you wanted to protect your daughter, you wanted to see her again! You said that!” She raged on. “We made a deal back when she was alive! You just wanted to use her to play dick wars with the other overlords!”

“Now listen-”

“SHUT UP!” Ruby ripped the mask off of Donnie’s face. “You are useless!” She pushed him into a chair. All he could do was stare up in silence. “Because of you that man- your bff is comfortable enough to look down on me. ME!” Ruby slapped him with his mask. “Because of you! My child is in danger!”

Eugenia cringed hearing that. Her child was in danger, not this deranged woman.

Ruby cleared her throat, “I think it’d be better for you to spend some time in some silence,” Donnie’s eyes widened as she ripped the mask in half. “Take some time to listen to others.”

Eugenia backed up from the door bumping into someone, it was Alastor. “Funny, this doesn’t look like the Hell Mart,” he said sarcastically.

“I was just-”

“I don’t care,” he grabbed her arm before shadowing them both away.

They appeared in his radio station, “And what were you doing there?”

“I wanted to talk to him,” She shrugged.

“He seemed a bit preoccupied at the moment my dear, hope you weren’t going to ask for shared custody,” Alastor leaned on his cane.

“I need to protect my daughter-”

“If I recall correctly you wanted me to protect her,” he interrupted her.

“I know but-”

“And in return you do what I say.”

“I know! I just..I’m her mom, I want her to understand that I made mistakes but I did them for her,” she looked at the floor. If she could explain everything to Bean she’d understand.

The radio demon narrowed his eyes, “What are you saying?”

“I want to tell her, I know now that Donnie isn't the threat I thought he was, it’s..it’s my husband that’s the problem,” she sighed, then noticed Alastor looking at her still smiling, but his eyes looked at her like she was an idiot, “What?”

“It took you until you died and went to hell to realize that your husband was the issue? Is that what you’re going to tell her?”

“No- I don’t know, okay! My daughter is a very understanding person, I tell her things and she’ll listen.”

“Wow,” He slow clapped, “Mother of the year.”

She rolled her eyes, “Anyway I need to talk to Donnie, but he can’t talk at the moment.”

“Leave that to me my dear, and get back to work, will you, the residents want to see a friendly face when they come to the hotel, make sure to show off those beautiful pearly whites,” he gestured to his smile.

Eugenia rolled her eyes leaving the radio station, “I’m goin on break.”

After an hour break she went down to the front desk, “Where the hell were you?” Husk asked.

“On break,” Eugenia sat down.

“Break?! Who told you to- forget it I don’t care,” he went back to cleaning his bottles.

Eugenia took out a magazine and began reading it, “100 ways to tell a woman a bedtime story..hmm-”

“What are you doing?!” Someone yelled, making her drop her magazine. It was Voe, standing in front of her laughing.

“I’m working,” Eugenia picked up her magazine.

“Ah yes, reading ‘Sinful Stylez’ is definitely working,” Voe eyed the magazine. Eugenia quickly put it away. “Ya know I was actually on the cover a few months ago, don’t know if you saw that issue.”

She shook her head, “Sorry no..”

“Hm, anyway let’s talk!” The doe leaned on the desk.

“O..kay, what do you need?”

“You said you were a mom right?”

“I still consider myself one,” Eugenia thought of Bean. She honestly couldn’t wait to tell her that her mother was here and that she was sorry.

“Well, when you were alive, what was it like to be a mother,” Voe asked.

Eugenia had been asked that a lot when she was alive, she always told people “Raising girls were easy, at least until they become teens.” She could tell Voe probably didn’t want to hear that, she cleared her throat, “Well it’s scary, I guess you just never know what’s gonna happen with them; anything can happen but as long as you take care of them and love them you’ll always know what they need.”

“Hm, well shit I was just looking for if it’s easy or hard” Voe responded. “I got a ‘You basically give your soul to your children’.”

Eugenia laughed, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I asked. What about child birth is that-”

“Oh absolutely horrible! They say it gets easier the second time, it’s a fucking lie!” Eugenia said, making her laugh. She will never forget when she had Bean, She was fat for a baby so Eugenia was in a whole lot of pain, but having her was worth it

“I like you Gigi, you’re nice to talk to,” Voe smiled at her. Eugenia smiled back, thinking about also telling Voe the truth..

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“And then she goes, you can be my first patient or whatever!” Angel says angrily. “What does that even mean?!” He drank from a bottle of liquor he was sharing with Cherri and Bean.

Cherri laughed, “Looks like Voe traded up!”

The three sinners were laying on the floor in the living room, they thought it’d be cool to not use the couch; well Cherri and Bean did. Not Angel though, he laid on the couch behind them.

“I’ve been doin drugs all my life! She was fine with it when we met, now she’s gone all..shit I don’t know Mother Teresa,” He laughed, drinking from the bottle.

“Don’t hog it!” Cherri took the bottle drumming from it.

“She thinks just because she’s married she knows everything now!” The spider rolls his eyes. He looks over at Bean who has been quiet, “What’s with you Latte? You wanna go to the shrink?”

The friends laughed, “No! I just never thought about it,” Bean drank from the bottle. “Therapy wasn’t a thing, though I did have a great aunt who killed her husband and married the family dog, she might’ve been a good test subject!” She drank from the bottle.

“Speakin of husbands, I heard you and Vox were playin house last night y’all left Club 666,” Angel smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bean blushed, “No no no! It wasn’t like that,” Angel and Cherri looked at her, not convinced. “Like nothing happened- well, not that night but in the morning- it wasn’t- I was just trying to help!” She couldn’t bring herself to talk about the embarrassing moment, he had texted her “hi” to which she responded but that was it.

“Holy shit!” Cherri gasped, “Did you guys fuck?!”

“No, we almost did but- ugh,” Bean covered her burning red face. “He had a meeting and told me to leave.”

“Awe shit,” Cherri rubbed her back. “I’m sorry babes.”

“Did you at least get ANY dick action?” Angel asked.

“I mean, we were dry humping,” She said in a small voice.

“Did it feel how Voe described?” He sat up, curious.

Bean’s embarrassment faded and was replaced by shock, “What? Why would Voe know what Vox’s dick feels like?”

Angel looked at Cherri, regretting asking the question. Well it was too late now, “Voe had an orgy with the Vees, according to them it was the hottest time they ever had in bed.”

“Oh.” Bean looked into space, trying not to let whatever feeling consume her. Was it anger? Hate? Betrayal? Sadness? Envy? She took a deep breath “Well that’s fine,” she gave them a fake smile.

“Ugh, men are the worst,” Angel crossed his arms.

“They most certainly fuckin are,” Cherri glared at the thought of testosterone. “Glad I don’t date anymore.” She looked over at a silent Bean, her head was down and she was staring at her phone. The one eyed sinner snatched, “Ya know what we should do?”

“What the fuck?!” Bean tried reaching for her phone, but was pushed back by Cherri.

“We should go out! Get fucked and fucked up!”

“Eh..I can’t I got plans, promised Husk a rematch at blackjack,” Angel declined.

“Boo!” His friend punched his arm. “That’s fine, we don’t need a man to have fun, right Bean?” Cherri grinned at her.

“Give my phone back,” Bean held her hand out.

“Only if you say yes to the best night of your life!”

Bean sighed, she was really doing this. It’s not like she had anything to do, and she did want something to take her mind off Vox.

“What time should I be ready?”

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Alastor hummed a tune, walking through “Cannibal Town”, he waved to a few cannibals on the street, giving them a friendly smile. With everything going on with Bean, it took his mind off Vera for a while. He didn’t know what was going on with her, he didn’t want to assume the worst. Which was her getting bored with him and deciding to go off with the king of Hell, the thought of it made him go haywire, sometimes he couldn’t get over the fact that Voe had fucked Vox.

He sighed, finally making it to “Rosie’s Emporium.” Alastor fixed himself before going inside, as usual there was a line out the door and as usual Alastor went right in. He walked forward when he almost tripped over something, the Radio Demon looked down to see a small cannibal child looking up at him, she looked to be about 4 or 5, “Daddy?” She circled him. The children in Cannibal Town were always playing around but not inside, they were outside; where was this young one’s parents?

The little girl reached up to him, Alastor picked her up, moving her to the side. “Careful my dear, you don’t want to get stepped on.” He chuckled to himself.

“Now I know I’m gettin a little old, but is the Alastor standin in front of me?” Rosie emerged from the crowd with her cheery smile.

“In the flesh,” he kissed her hand.

“Don’t you try and butter me up young man,” The overlord chuckled. “Come come! There’s someone I want you to meet, and before you ask, I heard her accent and immediately thought of you.”

Rosie guided Alastor to the tea room, sitting there was just the woman he was hoping to see. The woman that owned Bean’s soul, she looked much different than when they first met. She had gotten better clothes and didn’t look frail and skinny like before, the woman was curvier. “Alastor, this is Ruby, we met at the Cannibal Sweet Shop a few weeks ago.”

“We’ve actually met before,” Alastor looked at the woman, “I see you’ve regained your overlord status.”

“I did, thanks to my children, their mother can now provide for them,” Ruby smiled.

“Did I mention that she’s a mother figure to all?” Rosie smiled warmly. “I find it sweet.”

“Mama?!” The same little girl came running into the room. She ran up to Ruby. “Mama?”

“Annalise!” Rosie picked her up. “What have I told you about running back here?!”

Ruby stared up at the child, “How precious,” she smiled. Annalise smiled back.

“Where are her parents?” Alastor asked.

“They were murdered during the last extermination,” Rosie said sadly. “She keeps lookin for her parents hopin they’ll show up, sorry for the damp mood let me go sit her down somewhere with a snack, you guys get to chattin,” she left with Annalise. Ruby waved at her.

“Awe how sweet, How tragic,” Alastor leaned in his hand, being dramatic. “Now as much as I love my dear friend, I am a bit busy today so I’ll get to it, you have something that I need.”

Ruby raised an eyebrow, “Mo chagren?”

Translation: I’m sorry?

“You have something that belongs to a friend of mine,” he put his hand over half his face, to let Ruby know what he was talking about.

“Oo..no,” She responded.

“Come now, you can’t silence the man, he needs to express himself-”

“He disobeyed me! He had one job and he decided to make stupid decisions!” She said angrily before going off and ranting in a different language.

Alastor put up his hand to stop her, Ruby looked at him like he was out of his mind. “I know you’re upset sha but he needs it, I think not connecting with his child is punishment enough don’t you think?”

“Did Eugenia send you?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I won’t lie to you but yes, she wants to talk to Donnie about Bean, and can’t since you have his mask,” he honestly didn’t know why she didn’t come here herself, but he remembered Eugenia was a coward.

“She doesn’t deserve to be a mother, I’ve got the situation under control ,” she waved him off.

“Really? Do you know where she is now?” The radio demon leaned on the table. Ruby remained silent, rolling her eyes. “What kind of mother would you be if you allowed your child to get hurt because of petty squabble,” he looked her up and down.

“She’s not letting up,” Rosie came back holding Annalise.

“That’s fine, I could be going,” Ruby stood up.

“Okay love, travel safe,” Rosie smiled.

Ruby booped Annalise on the nose, “Adyeu.” She said before leaving.

Translation: Good bye.

“Such a sweet lady,” Rosie said. “Oh no! She left somethin.” There was something wrapped in cloth.

Alastor took it, opening it, it was Donnie’s mask sewn back together, “Hm,” he smirked. “I’ll return this to her.” He stands up to leave, thinking about Bean, how she doesn’t have anybody; at least Alastor had his mother when he was alive. There was no one she could go to for anything, they always seemed to steer her in the wrong direction.

“Rosie,” he turned around. “I need a favor from you.”

“Of course!” Rosie smiled.

“There’s someone I want you to meet.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We’ve all heard the saying “Misery loves company”, have you ever heard of “A Partygoer loves a Playmate”?

No?

Neither had Bean until tonight, Cherri had shown her around to clubs that she didn’t know existed, each one was sicker than the last; it was even better since they were drunk and had taken at least 4 pills each and a 5th one for good luck.

They were at “Consent” dancing and laughing their asses off.

“Is it bad that I can’t feel my face?!” Bean screamed over the music.

“Your face should be falling off!” Cherri yelled, laughing. “Isn’t this better than sulkin into your phone?!”

“Fuck yeah!” She danced, accidentally dropping the drink in her hand. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!”

“That’s alright babe, no need to cry over spilled milk, I’ll get you another one,” Cherri said before walking to the bar.

Bean watched her friend disappear into the crowd, she started twirling in circles feeling the music. She felt light as a feather, like she could fly without wings if she wanted to. For a moment she stopped dancing, looking at her phone, there were some texts from Angel, Voe, and Charlie; all of them basically saying to make good choices. There were none from Vox, only the “Hi” from earlier, she began to feel that empty feeling again; then all of a sudden she didn’t feel much like partying.

The music started to feel like it was playing through a tunnel, and everyone moved in slow motion. Where was Cherri? Bean tried looking through the crowd, but stopped when she had the most painful headache. She looked up, noticing a man standing in the crowd, he wasn’t dancing or drinking with the others; he was just standing there, staring at her. His aura felt familiar, it paralyzed her, made her feel hopeless and afraid. The more she looked at the hooded sinner she realized why he felt so familiar.. Bean was unable to breathe.

“You-” before Bean could even try to make words, she was grabbed by someone making her jump back. She turned seeing Cherri Bomb.

“Whoa! What’s wrong?” She asked a frightened Bean. She hugged Cherri crying and hyperventilating, Cherri held her, “Did someone do something to you?” She was ready to clock anyone who wanted to mess with her friend. However, Bean said nothing, she kept trying to breathe and wouldn’t stop sobbing and shaking. “Let’s get you out of here.”

The duo left the club and sat on a bench outside, Bean was finally able to breathe, “Sorry,” she finally said. “I thought I saw someone I used to know.”

“Don’t be, I know how that is,” Cherri smiled sadly. “When I broke up with my ex I couldn’t sleep for two months, still can’t sometimes. He used to scare the crap out of me.”

“He won’t leave me alone,” Bean held her head, it felt like it would explode at any moment.

“Who?”

She was silent for a moment, finding it too hard to even say the words, “My mom wouldn't stop him..I was alone.” Bean could feel herself slip out of consciousness but was shaken awake.

“Hey!” Cherri shook her. “Wake up! I can’t carry you!”

“Okay, let’s go home,” Bean stood up but immediately fell on the ground. “Ow..”

“Shit,” Cherri looked at the demon before taking her by the arms and dragging her.

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“Thank you, so much,” Eugenia took the mask from Alastor. “She sewed it.”

Alastor shrugged, “Probably because she felt guilty or she wants Bean to be happy.”

“I do make her happy, I’M her mother!” She said loudly. “Ruby is a parasite that sticks to people because she can’t live with the reality that she can’t ACTUALLY be a mother.” She was tired of hearing how Ruby was her mother, that woman did not raise Bean, she did!

Eugenia realized that Alastor was staring past her at something, “What?”

“You have an audience member,” his grin widened. She turned around and froze seeing a shocked and drunk looking Bean leaning against the kitchen wall.

“You’re my what?”

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between the lines | chapter 03

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy;  minors dni.

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Chapter 03 — No one can accuse me of diving because I can't even swim

My mother died when I was very young, so dad had to raise me and my brother all by himself. Mom and dad didn’t have any siblings, so, since very early in life, Carlos and I understood the importance we had in each other's life. Even more so when dad told us he was sick. The tree of us where in the living room, watching Valencia lose to Espanyol, and before the 90’ mark, dad said:

“I have cancer.”

Just like that. We lost him a few months later. I still feel like that match lasted longer than the time I had left with him. My brother and I developed the morbid habit of blurting out important news during football matches after that. We just sit on the couch, sitting side by side and not making eye contact, and we just say whatever we want to. 

“Wouldn’t it be funny if we lose the game to Epanyol and that's what gets us relegated?” Carlos says, looking at his flat screen. I’m in his house, as I usually am in my free time, and we’re watching La Liga highlights.

“It would not be funny, no.” I answer, baby Lucía is on my lap taking a nap and I’m being super careful not to wake her up. “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘ironic’.”

“Tomayto-tomahto.”

“So, things didn’t really work out with Lucía pediatrician.” I tell him, we’re both still staring at the TV. “Hope you’re not upset or anything, I told Sienna I didn’t want to make things awkward for you guys.”

“No worries, it was her idea. I knew you two wouldn’t work.”

Carlos is very calm when he says that and I’m holding myself not to slap him. What the hell? How did he knew? Why didn’t he say anything?

“Hey, how did you know we wouldn’t work?” There’s annoyance in my intonation.

“He’s not your type.” Carlos takes a sip of his beer.

“What the fuck is my type?”

“Don’t curse in front of the baby!” He slowly and carefully puts a hand on top of her ear, Lucía has her mouth open and has been drooling all over me for the past 20 minutes.

“Shit, sorry. Sorry. What’s my type, smarthead?”

“I don't know.” He shrugs. “Just not him. I mean, he has an actual job and looks ready to commit. None of your exes fit the profile.”

“You’re such an…” I look at the sleeping baby in my arms and then back at my brother. “Alright, just so you know… That– his job, his willingness to commit– wasn't the problem at all. I really was willing to try.”

“What was the problem then?”

I’m quiet after he asks and Carlos chuckles, thinking he won the argument. Whatever. Let him think whatever he wants. It’s Victor’s birthday, so when Lucía is ready for her bathtime, I giver her goodbye, properly telling my brother to go fuck himself on the way out, when my nieces innocent ears are far way from us.

Victor is having a small gathering, and I’m supposed to bring something. So, after quickly dressing up at my place, I ran down to one of those fancy organic supermarkets, to try to find something overpriced but appropriate to bring to your colleague’s 32 birthday dinner.

At the dairy aisle, I see an apparition. I mean, he has to be a ghost hunting me at this point. A demon sent up to earth to provoke and humiliate me.

“You have got to be following me. Like, there’s no way you’re not following me!” I just point at Rúben, still more than two meters away from here, actually scared of getting any closer.

“Hey!” He gives me a big smile and I melt immediately, getting close to him and smiling back. “I got here first. So you must be the one following me.”

“Is Manchester really this small? 

“I think we just like to hang out at the same place, Isa.” He speaks kindly, as if explaining something simple to a child. It pisses me off and I can tell he notices because he chuckles.

“What are you even doing here?” I ask, properly pissed off.

“It’s a supermarket. I’m shopping.” Rúben looks at me head to toe as if it was something natural and then he actually comments on it. “You look nice. Are you going on another date?”

“Maybe…” I’m trying really hard not to fall for his compliment, I bite my lower lip, to avoid saying ‘thank you’.

“Hopefully not with the same guy from last time.” He puts his hand on his pockets and continues to smile at me, aggravatingly.

“Why not?” My voice is high pitched. Rúben is the second man to complain about Dr Peter Warren today, and I’m not having it.

“You just didn’t look like you were having fun with him.” He clicked his tongue and pretended to make a concerned face.

“You don’t know what I look like when I’m having fun.” I regret saying that immediately, but Rúben looks like he’s having fun with my reaction. Way behind him, right at the very end of the supermarket, I can see the wine aisle, like a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s my way out, I start to walk in that direction, only turning to him to say an excuse. “Anyway, I need to go.” I point in the direction I’m going. “I don’t want to be late.”

“Do you want a ride on the way out? Knowing us, we’re probably going to the same place.”

Fuck, a ride would be great. Is raining, and cold and Mel won’t answer my texts for some reason. What kind of question is that, anyway? Of course I want a ride.

“No…” I answer.

“You took a while to answer, are you sure?”

“Well, it was a great question. But I’m pretty sure, yeah.” I take a few seconds to just look at him as I say that, he’s wearing a white tee and fuck me, I have to cross my arms behind my back to fight the urge of hugging him. “Thanks, really.”

“No problem.” He winks. “Have a goodnight, Isa.”

“You too, Rúben.” I wave at him and he chuckles, waving back.

At Victor’s place, Melissa questions why I didn’t answer her calls.

“You didn’t answer my texts!” I explain to her.

“Cause I was busy calling you.” Mel points out. “Oh, hi, happy birthday, Victor!” She says when he opens the door, giving him a hug. I follow behind.

“Feliz cumpleaños, Victor! I brought wine.” I show him the bag. Inside, there’s a birthday card that says ‘holy guacamole, you’re 45!’, because it was the closest thing to his age I could find, as an apology I also wrote a random Oasis lyrics inside, since I know he hates the band for no reason.

“We all brought wine.” Sebastian yells from the apartment's kitchen. 

“That’s what I get for being more than 30.” Victor says.

“Wait until you’re 40! Things will turn around.” Melissa winks, already chewing on something. Alright, we do have food then.

“Well, I’m still in my twenties, so…” They all boo me as I say that.

“Who invited you? Get out.”

I do get out, eventually. After too much wine and not enough food, I go back to my place. My 25m² sanctuary. The whole place is spinning when I throw myself in bed. The next day this will all feel like a dream, and it’s gonna take me a couple hours to realize that I actually grabbed my phone to text Rúben.

isagarcia good wine great market palce to chooce wine

rubendias really? 

isagarcia oh yes great party tooo happy compleanos victor

rubendias hey are you ok? are you home?

isagarcia si home bed casa

rubendias good i’m glad you had fun now go drink some water, isa 😂

[plague-karm]

Fuck it more Summer Solstice stuff because I’m bored and I like writing these two a lot.

Carissa was panicking, badly. Two of the rabbits were missing! She looked everywhere! She asked everyone! Gabriel looked with her and he couldn’t find them! Her sisters couldn’t find them either! What was she going to do?! The other rabbits were worried for her, they didn’t like seeing their mama so distressed…

Her weariness brought her to Greed, she needed to calm herself down…when she stepped into the temple however she was met with a sight that was as relieving as it was confusing. The two lost rabbits! They were here! Sisyphus took notice of her frazzled state and immediately got up to tend to her.

“What happened? Were you hurt? Tell me who it was and I will-“

“THEY WERE HERE THE WHOLE TIME?!”

He flinched, normally he’d be prepared for such an outburst but she had never raised her voice to him before. He put his hands up and responded in protest.

“My love what are you talking about-“

“I’ve been looking for them all day! I sent you a letter about it this morning!”

“How did you send it?”

“…That’s not important!”

“…It was through the abandoned outpost wasn’t it?”

“Well…now that you mention it…yes but-“

He burst out laughing, Carissa responded defensively

“Oh hush I don’t leave my sanctuary often I couldn’t tell it was abandoned! They all look the same! How do you even know what it looks like?”

“I have my ways my treasure”

She approached the little ones and pet them gently

“Oh little ones how did you even get here? I can’t imagine what could’ve happened if you were spotted…”

“I’m curious about that as well. They just danced their way inside like they owned the place, I tried looking for you but you were nowhere to be found”

“Little ones why didn’t you tell me where you were going I’ve been worried sick!”

The rabbits looked at each other and spoke to her in little squeaky voices, Sisyphus couldn’t understand a word, but Carissa had been their caretaker for so long that she understood it all. It was endearing to watch in all honesty.

“Aww…”

“What is it?”

“I come here that often with them that…well, they thought it would be okay to just show up”

Okay he had to admit that was quite cute, he’d never say it out loud though. Carissa tried to sound as stern as she could but she was failing miserably.

“Little ones I’m okay with you coming here but you need to tell me first!”

“Listen to your mother lagomorphs”

They nodded and went back to what they were doing, which was going around the room and doing binkies.

“…What were they doing before I came?”

“They fought”

“They’re still young that’s normal”

“…”

“…You watched them didn’t you?”

“No, don’t be foolish”

“And you said you didn’t like them all that much~”

“I never said that, I just said that I would prefer it if they didn’t venture everywhere, trying to herd them when they’re all together is a nightmare”

“Hm~?”

“Stop smirking”

“I know you care~”

“Hmph…”

“Go on~ say it~”

He mumbled

“I care about the creatures…”

“I can’t hear you~”

He cleared his throat and spoke clearer

“I care about the creatures”

She clapped happily, looking pleased that he had finally warmed up to them, one of them wanted to be held and held they will be.

“They always catch up to you when you least expect it”

“I’m aware dearest”

The rabbits eventually went to sleep and Carissa wrapped them up in a small blanket.

“The care you show for creatures that are weaker than yourself is contagious”

“You CAN just call them cute hon”

“Hm…no”

“Suit yourself, I need to take them back upstairs soon, they get homesick”

“So that’s why they never stay over night…”

“I’ll be back soon”

“Oh don’t worry I know you will~”

She came back a while later, her hair was undone and she looked quite tired

“I suppose they were more of a handful tonight?”

“No…I was questioned”

He paused, he looked at her with grave concern, he wasn’t concerned about being found out, hell, he saw it as another act of spite towards heaven, making someone as worshipped as her fall for him. But he knew there were a LOT more risks for her, and she didn’t have much agency when it came to combat.

“By who?”

He sounded worried, something that caught her off guard, something about him of all people sounding unsure disturbed her.

“Gabriel, he’s noticing a pattern…he asked where I was going, I just said that I was going to get more greens for the little ones”

“And he believed you?”

“…”

“Carissa. Did he believe you?”

“Yes, he left me to my own devices after that”

He took a sigh of relief.

“I might have to visit at a different time…use a different route maybe”

That quickly changed to a sigh of frustration, damn angels…she held his hand.

“I know it’s frustrating but-“

“It is. You are ABOVE them, you have more power than ANY of them, your sanctuary is ABOVE heaven yet they keep you chained…why should it even bother them…? If you were one of their own then maybe but you’re NOT…”

“…You’re upset we can’t be open about this, aren’t you?”

He was about to protest, but she was right. It wasn’t her fault, but to tell the truth…he was terrified of what could happen to her…she may be a being of high standing but she was still fallible, capable of being hurt, capable of being killed. And the last thing he wanted was for her to be killed by THEM, if she was going to die he’d rather it be here.

“…I hate it when you’re right”

“I’m bothered too…I hate sneaking around, it makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong even though I’m not…I feel like I’m lying to everyone…my sisters, Gabriel…”

“I know that you’re close but he’s still part of the problem”

“Please Sisyphus just let me finish”

He gently put her in his lap as he returned to his throne, growing weary due to the stress of losing her to THEM. Him? Sure, lock him up and throw away the key, he didn’t care, but she was too good for that, he’d rather die than let that happen.

“But I’m still happy I can see you, you’ve been in my life for so long that I can’t think of one without you”

“Me too…I…”

He always struggled with stuff like this, flirtation? He could do that all day. Flattery? He could run rings around almost anyone. Genuine forms of worded affection without a hint of teasing? Fuck.

“…I’ve been here for so long, it’s my pride along with my scars, you…”

He sounded hesitant, she held his hand again, she knew how hard this was, how much distrust he had in others outside of his layer and a very small circle of people outside of it. She wanted him to let it out.

“Make me feel more at ease with myself…with this life, I wish I could give you more…I’ve always been tempted to show you off, I know I can’t but it’s always been in the back of my mind. And I’ve always been fascinated by your form…”

He stroked her cheek as gently as he could, she smiled, she admired his strength but she admired his patience even more.

“You look so human…you’re warm…”

“Of course I’m warm silly it’s always hot here”

“No, your warmth is different”

“I see, this is probably my favourite form to take, it’s the most comfortable at least…I’m flattered you like it so much”

He paused and looked down at her

“…What?”

“Oh, this is just the form I take on so no one gets scared, I greet a lot of people when they enter heaven and I want them to be met with something familiar”

The two looked at each other in silence for a solid 30 seconds before Carissa spoke up and realised what was going through his mind.

“…You…didn’t actually think this was my real form, did you?”

“Yes…?”

“I thought all the higher ups in hell had true forms? Medusa has one”

“She’s a special case, I am stuck like this for as long as I live”

“It’s not the worst form to be stuck in”

“I know, but that still means a lot coming from you”

“Hm…”

“…Can I see it?”

“See what?”

“What you actually look like”

“Oh! Well I-I’m not really sure that’s the best idea, it’s something most people can’t really comprehend and it ends up making them very confused”

“But I’m not some people, am I? We’ve known each other for so long…and I can handle a lot worse than the abstract nature of holy vessels”

“…Are you sure?”

“I’m positive”

“Okay, if you get uncomfortable I’ll stop”

She unsheathed her true form…wow. He wasn’t really sure what to expect but it wasn’t that, he could look at her all night and not get tired, it was hypnotising, was that her intent? To catch him off guard? Because it was definitely working, she eventually returned to her human form and nestled back into his lap.

“It was nice to have a stretch, I haven’t done that in a while-…Sisyphus?”

He was still entranced, oh god, she knew this was going to happen…how was she going to snap him out of it? She tried slapping him a few times, no results, a few kisses here and there, still nothing, oh no, he can’t remain rendered a statue! She had to do something!

And then she had an idea, she went over to one of his nearby gold stashes, she knew how protective he was over these, so she gave one of the many coins that were laid out a slight tap and that was enough to snap him out of it.

Turning to the sound with a harsh glare before realising it was her, he quickly calmed down and she giggled softly

“There’s a reason I don’t show it often”

“Indeed…it’s…effective…”

“Are you okay?”

“…Yes just…give me a minute before we go to bed”

“Alright”

That night as he slept Carissa lay beside him, wide awake, hugging his arm as she thought back to the exchange she had with Gabriel…in reality he was quite close to finding out the truth, but she managed to speak convincingly enough that he left without pushing further…she hated doing this. She hated the fact that all of the people she loved were on opposing sides, she hated lying to them, she felt like she was becoming what her father feared all of his creations to be, failures with the gift of free will and the curse of besmirching it at every turn.

No, they had been together for this long, this doubt will pass, nothing bad will come of this, nothing awful any way, Sisyphus said it himself, she was more powerful than heaven…her sisters however…they looked down at hell every chance they got, sickened at its very existence, of those who resided there, but then again…she was like that too before she went down here herself.

Would they be as willing to change as she did though? That was a thought that always prevented her from going through with that plan, she needs to stop thinking like this, this is fine, everything is fine, nothing bad will happen, no one has to know, this will pass.

This. Will. Pass.

[keepontruckinlucky]

Falling Chapter 5: Bradley

Warnings: Mentions of Cancer

High school just started and I’m already in the principal’s office. In truth, it wasn’t my fault. We were goofing off on the baseball diamond when we were supposed to be in class. Neither of us wanted to be in class that day. I could hear the arguing in the back of my head. I could hear my uncle Mav yell about how the two of us were irresponsible or how we let Mom down. I barely pay attention as I see Emily knock on the door. “It’s my fault. I told him that I didn’t want to go alone.” She piped up and I can see her picking at her nails. “Don’t call his mom. Call my dad instead.” 

She willingly threw herself under the bus and brought in her hard-ass dad. We’re screwed. She’s screwed. I get up to tell her to shut up, but she just stares me down. There’s no use arguing with her once she puts her mind to it. I want to yell at her for it, but I can’t. The principal calls her dad and we sit there in silence. Soon, the familiar footsteps were making their way down the hall. “Emily Eileen Kazansky, what the hell were you thinking?” His voice was slightly raw as if he was yelling before he came into the room. “Daddy, I didn’t want to go to class. I didn’t want to be alone either. I made Bradley come with me. He wanted to be in class.” Tom huffs, shaking his head. “Come on. Get to the car. Both of you.” I look down as I follow Emily to the car. “You didn’t have to do that, Em. I could’ve handled it.” She turns on her heel, shaking her head. “No. You couldn’t handle it. You always fold. I’m taking the blame for this one.” 

I lay on the grass with her when we get back to her house. “Did you get in trouble?” She asks softly, pulling the grass out methodically. It bewilders me. She worries about me even after getting yelled at by her parents. “Emmy,” I begin, shrugging my shoulders. “I didn’t really go home after your dad dropped me off. I went to visit Dad.” I stop, leaning against her. “I’ll go home around dinner time. I promise.” She shakes her head. “Dad says that I’m supposed to come straight home from school every day for a month. If he’s not home, I’m supposed to go down to the base and wait.” My eyes meet hers and I smile. “That doesn’t seem too bad, Em. You get to watch training.” She rolls her eyes at me, laughing as she does so. “Your head is in the clouds again, Brad.” I nudge her playfully at the remark. “Come on, it’s in our blood, Kazansky.” Her hand comes up to push my face and I dodge it with a laugh. “Bradley, get back here!” She squealed as she tried to chase after him. 

We stop as soon as her father’s voice booms through the house. Her hand shoots out to stop me from going into his office. “Wait.” She whispers. “He’s talking about Uncle Mav.” She stays still against the wall of the office. We both catch whispers of deployment, cancer, and home. My heart stops as I hear those words. He’s trying to bring Maverick home because someone is sick. Who’s sick? “I have to go, Em.” I mumble, hugging her and leaving quickly. My heart pounds as I make my way to my house, my hand shaking as I open the door. “Momma?” I shout, peeking into the kitchen. “I heard Mr. Kazansky talking to Uncle Mav.” Her head peeks around the corner, ushering me to sit down. “And what did you hear, Sweetheart?” Her voice is soft as she speaks, hand coming to cup my cheek. “He said someone was sick. Someone had cancer. Are you sick? Is that why Uncle Mav is coming home?” I begin to ramble, trying to breathe slowly. Her hand combs through my hair to soothe me. “It’s not me, sweetheart.” I relax, looking up at her. “It’s Emily’s dad. Now, you can’t tell her, you hear me? He doesn’t know how to tell her about him being sick. She’s going to need you, Bradley.” I nod, playing with the hem of my shirt. “Is he going to die?” I ask softly, not looking at my mother anymore. “I don’t know, Bradley.”