#i just fucking thought of the 'home' and got tears in my eyes dear god

[danosrosegarden]

*slides across the floor and strikes a pose with a rose in my mouth*

Ok hi it's meee! Idk if you take requests like this, but I had an idea that I think you could write FLAWLESSLY!

Ahem, I've written about Eddie boy being roomies with y/n before...but I wonder...

What if Edward is a huge creep and has this pervy crush on y/n as his roommate? Would he get jealous if they had friends over? Would he get angry if they went on dates? Oh dear, oh gosh, oh golly! What if he steals articles of their clothing for his own personal use?! Gee wilikers! What if he takes pictures of them when they are sleeping?! And what if he gets caught pleasuring himself to those pictures? *gasps dramatically* WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?!

(you dont have to write this if you don't want to i just thought I'd share this idea with a fellow Nashton lover <3)

if only - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (slight NSFW)

{contains: jealousy, creep behavior (laundry sniffing, taking secret pictures), and references to masturbation and sex.}

♡ Edward couldn't help that a swarm of bright, buzzing butterflies thumped loud and fast in the cage of his heart each time he laid eyes on you. It really wasn't his fault, it was yours.

♡ You were the perfect fill for his gnawing emptiness. You were shockingly beautiful and sharp as a knife and stupidly hilarious and the best roommate a Gothamite could possibly wish on a star for. He'd wait at the front door each time you went out, tail wagging like a needy puppy, pleading eyes filling with glossy tears. Come back soon, I miss you so much. He'd roll over and do tricks for you. He'd eat out of your hand and nuzzle against your neck, if you'd let him.

♡ For the first time in forever, Edward found himself talking to God again. More, he said. Give me more of them.

♡ You were the sparkling beam of hope in his life. The glittering ray of warm sunshine beaming down on the slushy, gray streets. But that was just the problem. Edward fed his heart that steady diet of unbridled obsession. He'd refresh your social medias like it was his job. He always hungered for more. He'd take measly scraps if it had the slightest trace of you in its aftertaste. He was utterly enamored, and you weren't.

♡ You were kind enough. You always helped with the dishes and never forget your share of the bills. You'd occasionally pick up snacks for him on your way home from work and you had no problem indulging in a movie night with him on the weekends. But you had warm, loving family. You had fun, exciting friends. Worst of all--the nightmare that ripped all the wings off the butterflies fluttering in Edward's heart--you got dates.

♡ He wondered, with a crackling storm of rage drenching him to the bone, if you did it on purpose. If you talked with your friends on the phone extra loud when you knew he was home about how lovely your date was, how handsome he is, how you just can't wait to see him again. For fuck's sake. Edward would buy all the colorful, sweet-smelling flower bouquets in the world, take you to all the expensive restaurants in Gotham. He'd blow those little maggots you saw out of the water. He'd sweep you off your feet and never let you go if only you'd let him.

♡ But he knows the depths of his spiraling infatuation, and he sure knows he'd much rather keep you as a friend than have you be scared of him. Just the thought of you finding the pictures he's secretly snapped of you makes his stomach churn. If you knew of the times he snuck into your room and rifled through your laundry basket to huff your clothes like they were candles, he'd probably jump into the sea with weights attached to his ankles. He was in a fucked up position. The passion he felt for you tingled in his blood and sprouted in his body stronger each day, but with each day you seemed to have another new story about your date, another text message from him to giggle and twirl your hair over, another party to go to. Edward mourned the life he could have if only he could be brave.

♡ Maybe this was it. Maybe he was destined to be the freak stroking himself furiously alone in his bedroom to your lingering scent while you went out and probably got fucked with mediocracy by your stupid date. Maybe it was fate that he'd end up here, stuck whining and bucking his hips to the pictures he'd taken when you weren't looking. Pictures of you making breakfast. Pictures of you solving one of his crosswords. Pictures of you smiling at the TV. Pictures of you living.

♡ He wouldn't take his time with you. Edward would. He wouldn't notice and memorize each whimper, each sigh, each wince. Edward would. He couldn't care like Edward does. If their dedication could stand side by side, he wouldn't even be close to competition.

♡ What a different life he'd be living, if only he had a spine. Maybe someday. Maybe someday he'd get to hold your hand and kiss you until he was breathless. Maybe one day he'd get to snake-charm groans of pleasure out of your throat and bottle them up for himself. For now, he could dream. That was something, right?

[therealcocoshady]

Love Game - Part 2

Author’s Note : As a lot of you have been requesting… here is a part 2 for Love Game ! Thank you again to my dear @shady-577 for giving me the idea to write this ❤️. And thank you to all of you who have been supporting my writing ! It means the world to me ! I will be enjoying some vacation in Switzerland for a few days so I might not be able to reply to messages & asks right away. Keep them coming nonetheless 😏.

It took three weeks for Denaun to finally talk to Marshall. In all their years of friendship, it was the first time they spent this long without a form of contact. They had been through everything together : crashing on each other’s couch when times were tough, working menial jobs, sharing food when they were broke, grieving Proof together, hyping each other up… of course, they’d had their ups and downs but three weeks without talking was tough. What was even more surprising was that, for once, it wasn’t Marshall going MIA, it was Denaun. It was extremely out of character for him. Whenever they’d had fallouts, he had always been the first one to reach out and apologize, even when he was not the one at fault. So not picking up the phone for three weeks was unlike him and Marshall blamed you. For all he knew, you were at Denaun’s constantly, trash talking him. He was positive that, if it weren’t for you, his friends would have talked to him at least once. So in his mind, he had insulted you a thousand times and wished you the worst.

Little did he know that you spent most of your time home, secluded in your bathroom, victim of morning sickness that lasted the whole day. You didn’t go out as much and only kept up with the guys via text. It took a while for Denaun to reach out to you too. You assumed that he was hurt about the fact that Marshall and you had fucked around, throwing the whole group dynamic to the fire.

- It was nothing, Nauny, you assured him in a soft voice over the phone. It was a one time thing. I swear it didn’t mean anything.

- It’s not my business, he said. You guys are adult. You can do your own thing.

- I know, you said. But… you’re one of my best friends. I don’t want to lie to you. And I don’t want to lose you.

- Y/N, are you crying? He asked as soon as he heard your breaking voice.

- I’m just really emotional, that’s all, you said evasively.

Half an hour later, he was ringing your doorbell, your comfort food in hand. You had a long conversation and he told you he was just hurt about the dishonesty of it, and that he had felt lied to. You apologized again and ended up talking about Marshall lashing out at you.

- I don’t even know what his deal is, you said honestly. I guess he thought I wanted more.

- Did you ? Denaun asked with a straight face.

- God no, you assured him. His ego jumped to conclusions but I just wanted to… whatever.

- You can tell me, doll, he said as he put a hand on your shoulder.

- I can’t, Nauny, you sighed. It’s just… I’m in deep shit. And I wanted to tell Marshall about it.

- I’m here for you, he assured you. You know I got you, right ?

- I know, handsome, you said as you cupped his cheek. I’m just… going through a lot.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you tried to pace yourself. He brought you into a bear hug and you quietly let your tears stream down your cheeks. He gently held you, whispering that everything was ok, that he got you and that you could tell him everything. He was the sweetest guy you knew and you felt lucky to have him in your life. You knew he meant every word and that there was no problem of yours he wouldn’t happily solve. He wiped your tears with his thumb and gave you a smile. You sat on the couch and started to eat.

- So… What’s that deep shit you mentioned ? He asked.

- Oh, I don’t want to bore you with the details, you said evasively.

- You’ll never bore me, doll ! He assured you. I’m your friend. And I’m all ears.

- I’m pregnant, Nauny, you blurted out.

He stared at you in silence, his jaw almost dropping to the floor. You felt ashamed, as if you were a teenager telling her mom she’d been knocked up. You felt stupid, too. How dumb did you have to be not to think of protection ? Thank God, your medical exams showed you didn’t get a STI. That would have been te cherry on top of this very embarrassing cake.

- Wow, he said after a minute. So wha- I’m sorry, I… Are you ok ?

- I am, you said. I mean, I’m throwing up a lot and I’m exhausted, but other than that, I’m fine.

- And the baby ? He asked as he looked at your flat stomach.

- I’m having an ultrasound in a couple of days, you informed him. I’ll know a bit more.

- Do you think you’re… Sorry, doll, I’m trying not to be insensitive but do you think you’re going to keep it ?

- I don’t know, you said earnestly. I haven’t made up my mind, yet.

- You should tell Marshall, he said sympathetically. I mean… It’s his, right ?

- Yes, it’s his, you confirmed. Look, he clearly didn’t want to talk to me, last time we were at your place. I think I’ll wait for the ultrasound and make my mind. I’ll talk to him about it if I decide to keep the baby. But I won’t force anything on him.

- Even if you get an abortion, he should know, Denaun said. If the baby was mine, I’d want to know.

- If the baby was yours, what do you think I should do ? You asked with a sigh.

- I’d love to be a dad, someday, he said. So I’d want you to keep it. Only if you want to, though. But I know you’d be a great mom. You take care of all of us all the time !

- I wish all men were like you, Nauny, you said as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You spent a couple of hours talking, and he actually convinced you to call Marshall and let him know about your pregnancy. You nervously grabbed your phone and called him but he wouldn’t reply. You were feeling emotional and hormonal, so it was enough to bring you to tears. Thankfully, Denaun was here to console you and he took it upon himself to set an appointment with Marshall. He decided to have both of you meet at his place. Marshall thought he was only meeting his friend, not knowing you’d be here and that Denaun would actually leave the two of you be, so that you could have a talk.

As soon as he walked into his best friend’s living room and saw you sitting on the couch, you could see that he was annoyed. He immediately looked at Denaun.

- I thought you needed to talk to me ? He asked with a sigh.

- Well… I don’t, Denaun said. She does, though.

- So you lied to get me here ?

- Wouldn’t have had to if you just picked up your phone, his friend replied. I’ll leave you guys to it.

He left the room and you just stared at each other in silence. Nerves were starting to get the best of you and you regretted listening to Denaun. Maybe you should have waited until the ultrasound, or until you had made up your mind about this pregnancy. Ever since you had met, Marshall had been an absolute sweetheart to you. He was warm, kind, compassionate and always distracting you with his humor. Contrary to what you would have expected, getting close with him had been easy. You had felt immediate chemistry, like the one you had with Denaun, but even more intense. And it hadn’t been long before the two of you flirted via text and even threw each other longing glances while you were with the others. It reached an apex one night after dinner, when Marshall drove you home. He had walked you to your door after you had confessed you were anxious to risk meeting your annoying neighbor in the hall and, as you went to peck his cheek to say good night, he had turned his face, your lips accidentally landing on his. Next thing you knew, you were stumbling in your living room, making out while his hands explored your body, bunching your pretty summer dress at the waist. The night had been passionate and proved that the two of you were sexually compatible. You had always felt at ease with him, and sex was no different. That night, you had been more daring with him than with any other partner, asking you to do stuff to you that made you blush when you thought about it. He had happily obliged, a smirk on his face, whether it was to choke you or to fuck you senseless, ass up, face down and buried in a pillow while he grabbed a handful of your hair. He had been a gentleman about it, though, and after the deed was done, he had been nothing but sweet to you, making sure he hadn’t hurt you in any way.

But the man who was facing you was neither your friend nor the gentleman he had been that night. He was cold and distant and you didn’t even know why. It was so far from what you knew of him.

- What do you want, Y/N ? He finally asked. I thought I was clear, last time.

- You were, you said. But I need to talk to you.

- There’s nothing to talk about, he sighed. We fucked. That’s it. Look, you know that I’m not the relationship type.

- I know but-

- No but, he continued. It was nice, I’ll give you that. And I’m sorry you caught feelings or whatever but it’s not mutual and I would appreciate it if-

- I’m pregnant, you blurted out.

- You what ? He asked, though you could tell he had heard you.

You knew you probably should have eased him into it, and that blurting it out probably wasn’t the best way to tell him, but you couldn’t stand to hear him ramble like this. You were not an impressionable young lady anymore and him implying that you might have caught feelings after that night was ridiculous. As far as you were concerned, it had been a nice night and, sure, you wouldn’t have minded if it had happened again, but you weren’t the relationship type either. Your past experiences with men had been pretty traumatic and you weren’t searching for anything romantic. If companionship was something you were after, your rapper friends sufficed you. You liked being a part of the group, hanging out with them. And as far as you were concerned, it was enough. The last thing you needed was someone to throw off your independent lifestyle and break your heart all over again.

- I’m pregnant, you repeated. I thought you should know.

- And it’s mine ? He asked.

- Yes, it’s yours, you sighed. I wouldn’t tell you otherwise, now, would I ?

- Are you sure ? He asked again.

- That I’m pregnant ? Yes. I’ve had blood work done and I’m scheduled for an ultrasound tomorrow, you explained. And yes, it’s yours.

- How do you know ? He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

- How do I- What do you think ?! You finally snapped. I know because you’re the only man I’ve been with in months !

He mumbled something and you watched him swallow dryly before sighing. Obviously, he wasn’t ecstatic. Not that you expected him to, mind you. To be fair, you weren’t too happy either. You had always wanted children, but this was far from what you had envisioned.

- Are you going to keep it ? He asked.

- I don’t know, you said. Abortion is not off the table yet. But whatever I choose to do, I thought you deserved to know.

- Ok, he hummed. I’ll pay for your abortion.

- I didn’t ask you to, you pointed out. And I might not have as much money as you, but I earn my own, I make a good living and I can afford my own healthcare.

- I know, he sighed. But look… we both made a mistake and it’s only fair that I pay for it. And it’s probably better than the two of us having our lives ruined.

- Ok, you said. I’ll- I’ll get an abortion, then.

- Are you ok ? He asked. Like… with the symptoms and everything ?

- I’ve been sick a lot, you admitted. Tired, too.

- I’m sorry.

He was cold but, at the same time, he seemed rather considerate. He was looking at you intently and you sighed in relief. At least, the cat was out of the bag and he knew. And now that you had talked to him about it, it made sense to get an abortion. The two of you made small talk for a second and he said you could call him if you needed anything, regarding medical appointments, and that you could keep him posted.

A couple weeks and several medical appointments later, you were scheduled to get your abortion. You had texted Marshall about it and, even though you could feel he remained distant, he had wished you well, even offering to pick you up after. However, you had felt more comfortable asking Denaun, who had been an absolute sweetheart. He had been calling and visiting you regularly, checking in on you and even having food delivered to your door. The night before the procedure, though, you had nightmares and were feeling insanely guilty. You’d had the stupid idea of Googling stuff about pregnancy and abortion and you were haunted by the testimonies of women who said they regretted doing this. You still went to the clinic and Denaun stayed in the waiting room. You were taken to a room and a nurse came to get you.

- Are you ready ? She asked.

- I… no, you said. I can’t do it. I’m sorry. I don’t want to.

- It’s fine, she said with a reassuring smile. You’re allowed to change your mind. Do you need a minute ? To make sure ?

- I think I need to go home, you said.

She nodded and escorted you back to the waiting room. As soon as he spotted you, Denaun got up.

- Are you alright ? He asked.

- Did you mean it ? You asked back. When you said I’d be a good mother ?

- Of course, he said.

- Good, you replied. Because I’m keeping it.

He took you home and stayed with you for a few hours, until you started yawning and went to bed. You fell asleep immediately but were awoken by the sound of your phone buzzing.

- Hello ? You asked sleepily.

- You haven’t replied to my texts, you heard Marshall say. I wanted to check up on you. Are you ok ? Are you still at the hospital ?

- No, I’m home, you replied. I was asleep. Sorry.

- How did it go ? He asked.

- It didn’t, you said. I couldn’t go through with it.

- Do you need me to get you an appointment to a different clinic ?

- No, Marshall, you said. I… I’m having this baby.

- Are you serious ?! He blurted out. Fuck… tell me you’re joking !

- I’m not, you said. And before you say anything… it’s my body. It’s my choice. And I’m not asking anything of you. I know you don’t want it and I’m not going to force anything on you. If you want to be involved in that child’s life and upbringing, you’re welcome to. But if not, I don’t hold it against you.

- Ok, he said. I… I’m going to need time to think.

- I understand, you replied. Look… I’m sorry.

- I’m sorry too, he sighed.

A few weeks went by and you didn’t hear from him. When you were hanging out with the guys, whenever there was anything planned, he wouldn’t show up. You highly suspected he was avoiding you because, as far as you knew, he was talking to the guys regularly. You were starting to show a bit and, eventually, you decided to tell the guys, while not mentioning who the father was. You told them at a dinner party you hosted at your place and they were happy for you, joking that they were going to be uncles, telling you that if you could handle them, a baby wouldn’t be a problem. It was heartwarming and, in your heart, you knew you had made the right choice. You were feeling emotional and overcome with emotion, so Denaun held your hand under the table, gently squeezing it. You were so grateful for his friendship and his presence by your side. He had been so good to you and he was one of the reasons why you thought you could do this.

You saw Marshall again weeks later, at Denaun’s studio. Everyone was there and he walked in while Denaun was taking a picture of you and Bizarre goofing around, holding your respecting bellies. His gaze met yours and his eyes then went to your stomach. You weren’t showing too much yet but the skin tight dress you wore made your pregnancy noticeable. However, he didn’t comment and addressed you normally. You were coming back from one of your many trips to the bathroom when he intercepted you in the corridor.

- Hey, he said.

- Hi, you replied. Are you ok ?

- I am, he said curtly. Look… I’ve thought about it.

- So ? You asked.

- I’ll be there, he said solemnly. If this is my baby, I want to be involved.

- Good, you said nervously. That’s… nice.

- I want proof, though, he added. That it’s mine.

- Marshall, I already told you it’s yours, you said calmly. You’re the only man I’ve been with. It can only be you.

- I want a paternity test, he said. I want proof.

- Don’t you trust me ?! You asked, clearly offended.

- No, he said. I’m sorry but I don’t trust you.

- When did I ever give you a reason not to ? You asked.

- Come on, Y/N, he sighed. Have you seen yourself ? You wear the shortest dresses known to man, you flirt with everything that moves ! For all I know, you’ve been with all of us. Hell, maybe you don’t even know who’s the father. Could be any member of D12. I’ve seen you bat your eyelashes at Nauny, bat your eyelashes at Bizarre… I’m not taking your word for it.

- Are you fucking serious ?! Call me a slut while you’re at it !

- Your words, not mine, he said coldly.

[rogueabs]

Under the Gun - Abby Anderson x Reader

Are you living for love? When the road gets too tough, is your love strong enough?

-under the gun by The Sisters of Mercy

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SUMMARY: You’ve been running from your reality, you had to leave your home in Oregon, it couldn't get worse after all, you had lost it all. Arriving in Seattle you hear yelling and grunting from afar, when you see a muscular blonde woman being beaten and dragged you freeze, you wouldn't be able to rescue her. Stealthy you follow the people with a scar on their face, a feature that relates them to another to what it seemed like their camp, you hide waiting for the moment to take the blonde girl from the rope restraining her up in the air incapacitating her.

You and Abby’s story begins when she saw the end of hers.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut (further along you perverts!) angst, desciptions of weapons and violence.

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Chapter 1: What if it was you

Growing up in Oregon was a gift and a curse, the peace that came with it also brought loneliness. Growing up you only had your mother by your side, your father passed away before you were born trying to protect your family farm from the undead creatures that roamed earth alongside surviving humans. It was you and your mom, against the world as it was always proclaimed by the both of you. She was THE wonder woman in the flesh, raising you, teaching you how to survive and how to take care and keep the farm alive.

When you were nineteen she passed away peacefully when you went on a hunting trip on your own. You found a letter she left and you carried it with you in your leather jacket pocket.

She had been sick for a while, never telling you of the symptoms, you always saw her complain about pain and went on scavenges trying find medicine to take it away but you never thought you would find your mothers lifeless corpse, she didn’t want you to kill her like she had done to the love of her life.

“Your dad and I got engaged on the infamous space needle in Seattle, my wish was to take you there for your birthday but this illness took me way too soon. I never wanted you to see me fade. One day I hope you can see how beautiful the view is from there;”

So you packed your backpack angrily, never wanting to see that house again after burying your mother it would never be a home again. 

With tears in your eyes you grabbed the old notebook your mom got you in a scavenge six years ago, you remember it like it was yesterday, it was her way of giving me privacy and I cherished every word I’ve ever written on it all these years.

"Dear diary, it's weird picking you up, it's been a while since i’ve talked with you. We are grown and alone, I've never been so afraid.

I remembered the old pick-up truck that belonged to the neighbours that once lived by our side, I have no memories of them, only that they were kind according to mom. I’ve been running like a mad woman trying to get gasoline for the last 2 days. It's a quick ride to Seattle. I just really need something good to happen to me."

When you finally got enough gasoline you swear you could believe in god for finally having your prayers answered. Walking back to the fields you knew like the back of your hand, you searched your neighbours house for a tool box, you needed a screwdriver badly. 

“Finally!” you yelled so loudly and regretted it, hoping nothing heard you.

“Okay” you said to yourself “How do I hotwire this fucking car…” rubbing your hands on your head you tried to recall how your mom did it flawlessly for you, how if it went to go sideways she would be the one getting shocked, protecting you was her greatest accomplishment and you lived by loving and caring for someone that deeply.

Shoving the screwdriver in the ignition system and moving it around, you manifest it working since this car was older than you and your mother too probably, a couple minutes of turning it and jiggling it around you heard the motor start.

Beating your legs using them like a drum, you cried of happiness, you could finally escape, a fresh start.

The farthest you could drive too was still far from your destination, you spent one week on foot, you could barely remember what sleep was like when you heard a commotion, it was gunshots.

 Instinctively you held your gun in the palm of your hand, you had to be sure that if needed it was on its holster ready to protect yourself no matter what it took. Scoping far from the building you understood it was one person who did the job, it made you curious of what may have happened, and whatever it was, you didn’t want to get on their bad side. 

Getting closer to the building, being careful not to draw attention to yourself you saw a muscular blonde woman starting to leave the building, sliding on the dirt ramp when out of nowhere someone with an enormous sledgehammer got on top of her. You were panicking deciding if you should or not get closer, to rescue her but you saw her handle herself biting the woman's ear but in a blink of an eye, two men came closer and someone knocked the blonde woman out.

Whoever they were, they started dragging the unconscious girl and you couldn't bear the sight of it. This wasn’t part of the plan but you needed to help her, something inside of you told you to do it, it could have been you.

You were light on your feet, stealth was your best friend and the people in the long jackets didn’t hear or see you, but from afar you noticed it all. Wherever they were bringing her too was bad, it made you sick, were they cannibals? Was it a cult? The only thing that made them related to another was the scars they had on all their faces.

They tied with rough ropes the ankles and wrists of the woman they called “wolf”, it was soothing due to her frame, they dragged her to a place where people were gutted and hung by their neck, you had to save her. 

The people with scars tied the rope on her neck and pulled her up, you got ready to aim and shoot the woman that was pointing a knife to her abdomen when suddenly a young woman was brought to the camp violently. 

The woman that was prepared to kill the blonde woman flipped instantly at the tumult created by two strong men grabbing the girl.

From what you could gather the girl was named Yara, and the sight was too violent, you had never experienced such cruel humans in your life. One of the men that was holding her down obeyed the orders of the woman who told them to “clip her wings”, they ended up smashing her arm with a hammer.

It was now or never and you decided to make your moves to help the woman down, arrows were shot out of nowhere, taking one of the men out and Yara took out the other with the same hammer that was being used violently on her. Quickly you started making your way to get behind the blonde woman to get her down. She was able to catch the tall woman who threatened her before who now was confused at the attack, the blonde trapped her with her strong legs, starting to choke her out but you showed up and stabbed her with a screwdriver in the neck, letting her choke on her blood falling to her death.

Taking the blonde woman out of her restraints you gave her a hand helping her down.

 A young boy came in desperately running towards the Yara girl who now had her arm broken and all you could feel was anger at what she had been put through, hearing them talk you were able to pick up that the boy's name was Lev and you heard her say that “Demons are coming.” Whatever that meant, it sounded like it was going to be hell on earth.

Gazing back at the blonde woman, she rubbed her neck trying to regain her breath and thoughts into place, getting her stability back she grabbed the hammer the girl had thrown across.

“Watch your backs,” the woman said.

You grabbed the gun out of your holster getting yourself ready in position, you were all gonna leave this place alive, even if it meant dying for the safety of these strangers.

It was a bloodbath fighting against all the clickers and runners that came across your escape out of the woods. You and the woman realised the kids were with us, helping us leave even if they were related to the people with scars in their faces and that made you filled with hope in escaping to safety.

After running and crouching underneath a fence, you believed you had left the thrill of the rush to a temporary safe haven in this mess and introduced yourself to the woman. 

“I know this isn't good timing but I’m (Y/N)” giving your hand for the woman to shake.

Shaking your hand the woman said “I’m Abby.”

In the blink of an eye the woman you had seen before, the one with the sledgehammer that knocked the woman down prior to this was attacking the kids, Abby got up instantly to fight without any weapons. You fumbled with your hands trying to search for more ammo to shoot her down but Abby got around just fine with her bare fists, the last thing you recall is hearing her question the tall woman if she was wearing her backpack and before you could recollect your thoughts on what you were witnessing, Abby had smashed the skull of the scared woman with the sledgehammer.

You made your way down trying to open the rusted auto-shop door and heard Abby talk to Lev and Yara but you couldn't hear it over the door you were trying to pry open.

“Through here c’mon” You said to the people you were stuck with for the moment.

When everyone got inside you let go of the door, you were searching your backpack for your flashlight when you felt someone’s presence getting closer.

“(Y/N)? Is that right? Abby asked.

“It is.”  you confirmed looking at her eyes, even if you never crossed her path again after this, you wanted to remember the strange womans features.

“Thanks for you know, helping me down. Do you need anything, anything at all?” She asked with her blue eyes never breaking your gaze.

“Don’t thank me Abby, I’m sure you would’ve done the same.” You replied wiping your sweat away from your forehead, “Right now I just need us to get out of this shit hole.”

Abby respectfully nodded and left you to search while moving  towards the struggling kids who were trying to pry  open a door. You desperately needed ammo so you wouldn't rely on your screwdriver as your weapon of choice but this was odd, you wouldn't admit it to yourself or out loud that the only thing stealing your attention from a completely focused supply search like you had done millions of times was Abby's piercing blue eyes that were stuck in your mind, what had you gotten yourself into.

[siremasterlawrence]

Chef’s Kiss

Is it evil to agree to have dinner with my hot next door neighborhood daddy and his kids with an agenda of my own? Maybe my dear!However I am literally at the front door of his home taking a breath and then knocking on it hard. A few minutes pass as I hear feet shuffle to rush over and open it a firm and assured handshake is offered as I cross the threshold into his home and I know it is far too late to back out now.

“Hello! I made it”

“Great to see you! Lawrence”

“May I ask?

“Take a lead off and sit “

“I’ll get you some wine”

“Thank you! Perfect for me”

“What did you say?”

“I made these for you “

“Really! Oh sweet!”

“I’ll have some later “

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t want to ruin my dinner “

“You won’t”

“I promise”

“Why are you ….”

“Yes!”

“You are right! I’ll have one”

“Correct! Sit down at your dinner table”

“Ok! Can’t wait “

“Actually on the couch”

“Eat as much as you want “

“I shouldn’t but heck”

“These smell so lovely “

“You are a confectionery genius”

“Having a moment here”

“Sorry! You should open a bakery”

“One day! God willing but for now eat it up”

I watch him dig into one cup cake like a tiny delicate treat tasting it like it is the most all inspiring and chef approved marvel of a cup cake on a level never seen before as his eyes are all a glow taking them in one by one of course. I left him to his station on the couch lost in a sea of sweats and love entering the kitchen I begin to look for a wine glass, uncork the champagne taking a sip as he munches on completely ignoring everything around him.

“Are you alone tonight or will we have company?”

“Just us bud”

“Perfect! Why don’t you finish the last one “

“With pleasure”

“I feel weird”

“How so?..”

“Light! Dumb! Drunk!”

“Can you tell me who you are?”

“Chris Lyle! Right? I think”

“You got it! Do you know where you are?”

“FUCK No! Who cares?”

“Do me a favor?”

“Why are you wearing a suit?”

“Dude! Hell no!”

“You are a bro man”

“I am about to go change “

“Yeah! Do that”

“Mwahahahahaha! As planned”

I knew it would take him at least a hour to change because he no longer can focus on anything in particular except for all of me it’s my secret ingredient simply put and you will love it really it’s my bodily fluids mixed in with my scent. While he trudges away his cellphone begins to ring alerting me to a text I receive, I reply back to not come home tonight because I need some time for myselfback and I get a smile a emoji form all of his kids like it’s the latest fad all do sudden any way I am getting side tracked.

The plane is halfway completed as I grab my got to bag placing it on the table slide the zipper down the side pocket to retrieve my phone, I swiftly connect to my cell to his speakers shifting through my playlist in my music app and I land on hypnotic tunes as I press play and raise the volume. It is a list specifically attune to my chemical make up so only someone who is connected to me will be affected, upstairs the minute the first track hit his ears the lights went out in his eyes and he began to undress and I take over the kitchen rummaging through his fridge I begin to prepare meal mixing spice made with my bodily fluids.

“Mmmmm! What is that delightful aroma?”

“It’s my spices I created”

“They are heavenly”

“May I help!”

“Sure Chris! Dance across the floor “

“I’ll slide”

“Someone is in a good mood”

“Never felt more alive “

“You are a great cook”

“Ok bro! Taste this for me”

“Oh Lord!”

“What? No good!”

“You have to sell this “

“Seriously! I think this is made with love “

“Blood sweat and tears”

“Literally!”

“Why do I feel attracted to you ?”

“You are straight right?.”

“I thought so”

“Kiss me”

“Mmmm! Oh fuck that! I love you Master!”

The end

[wreckedandpolemic]

car head with George?? I have been thinking about it a lot lately

ok so i know i said blurb night but then i got home and immediately crashed out Sorry about that one

(mdni) in which you get a little bored during a long drive. 796 words.

warnings: oral (m receiving), praise, degradation, unsafe driving practices

george looks so fucking good. he always does, but there’s something thrillingly gorgeous about the way he looks now, tense with frustration as he stares out at the crawling traffic before you. it’s dangerous to play with him when he’s like this; there’s no telling when he’ll lose patience and practically torture you however he sees fit until he’s satisfied. heat pools between your legs at the thought.

you can’t resist running your hand over his jean-clad thigh, the muscles bunched under your touch. “so tense,” you croon sympathetically. “you want some stress relief?”

george grins. “go ahead. so good to me, love.”

it’s almost not as fun when he accepts immediately, the scrape of degradation when he mocks your neediness forlornly missing. you aren’t complaining, though, popping the button of his jeans and freeing his cock from his boxers. god, you’ll never stop being more than a little awed at the sight of him, heavy and thick in your palm before he’s even fully hard. drool pools in your mouth as you pump him slowly, savouring the way he groans softly at the contact. teasingly, you dip your head to lap at his tip, the salt of him licking across your tongue.

“taste so good,” you murmur, wrapping your lips around his tip and digging your tongue into his slit.

one of george’s hands finds its way into your hair, gently tangling in your curls as you take him into your mouth slowly. the stretch at the corners of your mouth sends heat spiralling between your legs, spit dripping down his length. you swallow around him, his quiet groan delicious as his other hand grips the wheel for dear life. “fucking love that mouth of yours, angel,” he says around a low moan. “can take a little more, hm?”

obediently, you lower your head, bobbing up and down on his cock, the slide of your mouth against his spit-slick skin messy and hot. “that’s it. good girl,” george murmurs as his cock bumps the back of your throat and you swallow a gag with practised ease. “such a good little cockslut for me, baby. look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth, god.” you squirm at the praise, arousal pooling in your underwear as you moan around him. his hand leaves your hair to come up to the wheel, the car rumbling slightly as it inches forward.

george’s focus leaves you as you take a turning and the road empties out almost completely. the car accelerates breathlessly, your nails digging into his thighs as you swallow him even deeper, inhaling deeply through your nose and swirling your tongue. “fuck,” he hisses, bucking his hips into your mouth. the burn in your throat has tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, dizzying waves of arousal sweeping through you as george fucks your mouth lazily. “sweet girl,” he praises softly, the taste of him overwhelming on your tongue as you moan around him wantonly. “getting off on this, huh? bet your pretty little pussy’s fuckin’ dripping for me, yeah? fuckin’ made to suck my cock.”

his words wash over you, your head deliciously hazy as you pull off him, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his tip for a moment. you grin up at him, eyes blown wide and hair messy. “want your cum down my throat,” you whine, taking as much of him back in your mouth as you can at once.

your cheeks hollow, garbled moans falling from your lips as george tightens his hand in your hair, dragging you up and down his cock like a toy. “pretty, dirty girl,” he murmurs, tears rolling down your cheeks as your heartbeat kicks wildly in your cunt. “‘m close. just a little more, then you’ll get what you want,” he promises as you try every trick, swallowing and moaning around him to the soundtrack of george’s low, rhythmic groans. you feel his muscles tensing. “fuck, shit, m’gonna–” it’s all the warning you need to pull up as his cock pulses, hot ropes of cum spilling on your tongue as he gasps breathlessly. his body strings with tension, his focus intent on the road so that he doesn’t send the pair of you spiralling off the road. you ride out his orgasm, taking every drop he spills as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth.

pulling off him, you pose with your tongue out, showing off his cum pooled there. george groans at the sight, hips shifting as you swallow deliberately. “love your taste so much,” you whisper. “you feel better? less tense?” you tease, smirking. in response, he throws on a burst of speed, pinning you back against the seat.

“just wait until we get home, baby. m’gonna fucking ruin you.”

[kamisatoqiqi]

Heated dispute, solved by the cause.

14+

You and Rin got into a heated argument that caused you to leave, and somehow end up in Sae’s house? CONTAINS: angst, slight force/aggression, swearing Pairing: Itoshi Rin x Reader FT. Itoshi Sae

WORD COUNT: 1708 CHARACTER COUNT: 7304

Rin has been rather busy with his Soccer career. This wasn’t exactly new to you as this has happened a lot in the past, it’s just that you can’t shake off the feeling of something being wrong or out of character. You see, Rin always manages to “give” you what you want despite his busy schedule. A hug? Sure. A quick peck on the cheek? Why not? A quickie? Of course. But suddenly, he hasn’t been able to even hold a proper conversation with you or just give small replies.

Y/N: “Hey Rinnie? What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”

*No response*

Y/N: “Rinnie??”

Rin: “Huh? Oh, just whatever.”

Y/N: “Alright then, and how was your practice match thi—”

Rin: “I'm heading out.”

Y/N: “Out? To where? Isn’t it a little late?”

Rin: “It’ll be quick..”

Y/N: “Okay, be car—” Rin shuts the door behind him. You won’t lie to yourself it did sting a little and struck a small nerve. He isn’t usually like this. The only time you can remember he did something similar was when you went out with friends and came home at nearly dawn. Not to mention, some of them being males. Around 3-4 along with 2 females, excluding you. (He found out through your friend’s story) However you failed to mention this to Rin as you were running late to your agreed time. So of course, when you came home, reeking of alcohol, at ungodly hours. See your supposed stoic boyfriend, frowning, phone in hand. You’d be scared. Thankfully though only one word left his tired mouth; “Bed.” And that’s when the morning then came and you tried to apologise yet your dear boyfriend brushed you off. Of course it didn't last long. It had been months since this incident and hasn’t happened since. Though to your surprise. It happened. Lasting longer too. It used to be days. However it turned into weeks.

Y/N: “Rin? Dear?”  *wraps my arms around his neck from behind, whilst he sits on the couch*

Y/N: “Is something wrong?”

Rin: “No, nothing.” Y/N: “Then how come, you’ve been colder to me?” Rin: “It’s nothing.” Y/N: “Are you sure, baby? Maybe I did something wrong?”

Rin: “Y/N, I told you it’s nothing.” Y/N: “Are you really sure? I can hel—” Rin: “God will you ever shut the fuck up?!” *I let go of him and stand back, letting out a gasp* Y/N: “What?...”

Rin: “All you do is fucking talk and talk and talk! I'm SICK of your stupid voice!”

Y/N: “What do you mean?? You literally have to be lulled to sleep by it..!”

Rin: “Well not anymore! I’m tired of you continuously bothering me. Being a literal pest. I’m so fucking done.”

Y/N: “D-done..?” *Thousands if not millions of thoughts ran through my mind. Every single reply and outcome I could think of coming in. “You want to break up?” “But I just want to take care of you” “I’m giving you the love you deserve and you say I’m a bother?” “Are we gonna end like this?” “Fuck you.” “Is it really my fault?” “Fuck..I—

Y/N: “I'm leaving.”

*Rin suddenly stands up* Rin: “What?” Y/N: “I said I’m leaving. Y-you said I’m a bother, a fucking pest to you, then since I love you so fucking much, I’ll leave and give you the space you want.” *Rin froze. He stood there, staring me dead in the eye.*

Rin: “Fine then. Fucking leave.” *What the fuck..? Did I just say that? N-no.. I-I don’t mean it.. That’s not what I was meant to say..!”

*I started to clench my fist and scurry towards our shared room, shouting:* Y/N: “Fine!” *I packed my bag, tears falling out of my eyes. He….really said that to me? He meant it. He fucking did. Shit. Are we going to break up? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fu— phone notification— Instagram: itoshisae_  added to their story —

Doorbell rings

Sae: “Oh shit, Y/N. Come inside” *hands you a towel*

Sae: deep sigh “Let me guess? Rin?”

*I nod, drying my hair. And slowly tearing up* Y/N: “Yeah… He— We, got quite heated, during a small talk”

Sae: “Doesn’t seem to be that small for you to leave without an umbrella during a storm, huh?” 

You just smile and look down on the tile flooring. Watching the drops fall down from your hair, creating a small puddle. Then feeling your cheeks get rolled on by tears, the aching feeling in your chest worsening by the second.

Sae: “Come on, tell me what happened. I mean, why would you think of coming to my house out of all places?”

Y/N: “Well—...” *I end up explaining to Sae what happened, and the events of the past weeks. He just kept nodding and nodding and when I finished, He just said:*

Sae: “I might be a part of the problem”

Y/N: “No, I already know you are. N-no offense... You’ve been part of something else since the beginning of our relationship, and it never gets us to this point.”

Sae: “No no, I mean the “current” problem”

Y/N: “Huh?” Sae: “Well, since about a few weeks ago, I was invited to Blue Lock to train the supposed “future of Japan Soccer”. However, during the practice match, Rin’s team didn’t win against mine. And I don’t know exactly what triggered him but he suddenly came and held me by my shirt. I told him to quit soccer if he doesn’t plan on improving even one bit and brushed off his hand.”

Y/N: “What? Seriously..? I-I mean I know you both aren’t on great terms and all, but did you really have to say that??”

Sae: “Rin isn’t the type to “just” start. He needs a concrete reason for it. And the fact that I told him such, probably could be part of your current argument. Though in all honesty, I just want him to improve even more. A little push as his older brother.”

Y/N: “I guess…B-but did it have to be that harsh? You technically pointed out that certain things, such as that could potentially trigger him…”

Sae: “Like I said, a little push for him.”

Y/N: “Then that wouldn’t make any sense. Why did it get so bad? Over something that he mostly opens up to me about. Like I know he wants to have, and he does have, that “strong” persona and all but… Still I-...” sigh 

Sae: “I’m not too sure about this, though I think I need to ask you about it,”

Y/N: “What is it?”

Sae: “Before all this and the past years you’ve been together, whenever he opens up to you. Is it a lot? Does he start feeling vulnerable and sensitive?”

Y/N: “Yeah, he does.”

Sae: “When was the last time he opened up?”

Y/N: “A little while back, actually, just before he started being cold.”

Sae: “Ah, there it is. I think Rin might be going through a lot again. And since he talks to you a lot about these sensitive topics, he probably thinks you’re—”

Y/N: “Tired of him? N-no, no never…”

Sae: “There, at least you understand now.”

Y/N: “And I’m guessing his way of coping is, ignoring and lashing out on me… Huh.”

Sae: “Exactly… Now, you should probably get ready for bed. I have a spare room upstairs a door after mine, talk to Rin in th—”

The door bursts open. Rin stands there, drenched in rain. Clutching the door, his eyes looking red. But you can’t really tell if it’s from the rain entering his eyeballs or he has been crying.

Y/N: “R-Rin?”

Rin: “What the fuck are you doing here.” *my voice both raised and husky*

Y/N: “I came to see—” *He cuts me off.*

Rin: “Sae? chuckles SAE!? You know how much I fucking hate him and yet I find out you look for him whenever we have an argument?!”

Y/N: “This is the first time! And besides where the fuck do you expect me to go during a storm? Everyone lives farther off in the city or in the suburbs and I can’t really show up at a hotel looking like this now can I?! What!? You would rather have found me dead instead of alive and staying at your brother’s place?” *Rin pauses and takes heavy breaths. Before he took my arm and held it up.*

Rin: “You’re coming with me.”

Y/N: “No!” *I took his hand off my arm.*

Y/N: “Not until you calm down.” *Rin doesn’t respond and just stares at me. With eyes fuel of negativity. Anger, jealousy, and deep sorrow. However if anyone can look directly at his soul, it would be me. And despite his showing anger, glowed with relief. So much that I just hugged him, ignoring his brother.”

Sae: “Alright now, both of you get ready for bed. I’ll set up your room… For two. Calm down and settle your little fight in the morning.”

Y/N: “Yeah yeah, sure… Thanks, Sae.” *Sae just nodded and proceeded upstairs, leaving me and Rin alone.*

Y/N: “Look I’m sorry I left, okay? I’m really sorry, I should have understood and approached you better.”

Rin: “N-no, no no no don’t apologise. Please. I-I should be saying sorry. I l-let my emotions get the better of me and bursted out on you. You were just trying to help me. Like always.. D-don’t leave me….Ever again… Please.” *I smiled and managed to distinguish his tear falling onto my cheek from the water. He hugged me and held me close, showing no sign of letting go.* Y/N: “C’mon, let’s get ready for bed, okay?”

Rin: nods “Okay…”

Morning shine appeared on the bed you both slept on from the large window. Its beaming rays lit up the room, and shone on your beloved boyfriend. Causing you to chuckle, as you finally confirm the cause of his eyes’ redness.

[filthymeat]

"Pleasure to Meet You"

young!Coyle x Leland Coyle

NSFW

“So, you’re telling me that you hail from the future?” The young police officer folded his arms across his chest. “And I’m supposed to take your word for it?”

“That’s right, sweetness.” Leland scoffed with a smirk, also folding his arms defiantly.

The two stood in a dimly lit room at the police station, their encounter with time travel having been peculiar from the outset. The younger officer had been preparing to leave for home when he caught sight of a shadow on the wall, prompting him to turn around and find a peculiarly dressed man with wires encircling his right arm standing there with an amused expression.

“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, sir.” The officer raised an inquisitive eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

"How do you think I got here, huh?" Leland took a step closer to his younger self, drawing upon a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling a puff of smoke into the officer’s face. “It’s quite simple, sweetness. Because I am literally you.”

“Alright, let’s say I believe you for a moment. What do you want with me, then?” The younger man gestured with his hand, attempting to disperse the smoke. He did not appear disgusted by this behaviour; sometimes he engaged in similar antics with his wife, delighting in the annoyance it elicited on her face, knowing she could not retaliate.

“Oh, I simply wished to express my gratitude. Due to you, we possess power, respect, and value. We have everything we ever desired.” Leland leaned even closer to his younger counterpart, his grin still present on his scarred face.

“The hell are you talking about? I have all these things already.” Coyle furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed by the older man’s statement.

“This? Don't make me laugh. This is nothing. It means nothing. You literally lying to yourself.” Leland moved even closer, their bodies nearly touching.

“The fuck you think you know me, old man?” The young officer took a step back, attempting to create some distance between them, but the older officer remained determined, stepping forward until Coyle collided with a table.

“Because I am you. I know everything about you. Even more.” Leland pressed himself against the younger version of himself, placing his hands on Coyle’s thighs.

Again, Coyle furrowed his brows at the sensation of the older man’s growing arousal pressing against his groin.

“I thought you wished to express your gratitude, not assault me.” Coyle placed his hands on the officer’s chest, attempting to push him away, finding it difficult due to Leland’s continued pressure.

With a suddenness that surprised the officer, Leland captured his lips in a passionate embrace, swiftly attempting to thrust his tongue into Coyle’s mouth. The younger man gasped in astonishment, frozen in place, unsure of how to respond to this bold move. He felt Leland’s hands move to grasp his ass, squeezing roughly. Coyle emitted a soft moan into the kiss, closing his eyes, attempting to block out the smug expression on his older self’s face.

"Already enjoying yourself, hm?" Leland regarded the young officer's ruddy countenance with a growl. "No need to fret, lad. This is just the beginning."

After several moments of intense passion, Coyle found himself lying on the table, feeling the officer fumbling with his trousers. His breaths were ragged with excitement, anticipating what was to come. The older officer had been right; he knew everything. He pressed all his buttons, as if he knew precisely what to do next.

"Shivering, aren't we? Don't worry, I ain't that damn doctor to keep you waiting. I'll simply take you now," said Leland, forcefully pushing himself into the tight heat of the officer.

The younger man let out a loud moan, without even a moment to ask about this unknown doctor. Dear God, the pain was excruciating. He could not help but allow tears to well up in his eyes as the police officer began to move his hips against him.

"Fuck... so tight... so good," growled Coyle, grasping the Leland's hips with enough force to leave marks. "I know you enjoy it. You must enjoy it. It feels good, doesn't it?"

Leland seized the arms of the damn cop, attempting to halt him even for an instant, but the man proved too strong and focused on the pleasure he derived from the act.

The room was filled with the sounds of the younger man's moans and gasps, as he struggled to endure this brutal assault upon his person. Yet, after several agonizing moments, he found himself moving his hips in sync with Leland's movements. The pain gradually subsided, replaced by pure ecstasy coursing through his body.

"Fucking hell... now I see why he enjoys seeing me like this," panted Leland, as his hips began to move even more vigorously, striking all the right spots that elicited louder moans from the cop. "God dang but ain't it a heck of thing to feel necessary..."

It did not take long for the younger cop to tremble and clench around the member inside him. He lay spent and breathless, struggling to regain his composure after this intense pleasure.

"Not so bad, was it?" smirked Leland, withdrawing and gazing down at the flushed countenance of his younger counterpart. "I know you relished this too, sweetness, did you not?"

The officer could not find the words to respond, so he merely nodded, slowly coming to terms with the truth.

"It has been a pleasure to meet you, boy. I'm pretty sure it won't be our final encounter. Be prepared for me the next time.~"

Coyle nodded once more, unsure how to respond to this, and after a brief moment, he found himself alone in the room, lying on the dirty table with a soreness between his thighs.

"What the fuck was that?" was all Coyle managed to utter, sighing heavily as he tried to process the events that had just transpired.

[konigsblog]

hi! i saw that you don’t mind writing for a reader who’s experienced sa. i’m not sure if you’ve written that yet, so if you haven’t, can i request that? if you’re still comfortable writing, ofc. if you have written it already, drop the link pleaseeeee

i love your work, keep it up! you’re one of my favorite writers 💗💗

thank you so much<333

tf141 and a reader who's experienced sa

warnings: mentions of sa, trauma and comfort, arguing, misunderstanding, angst

masterlist

simon ghost riley

-everytime ghost initiated something sexual you'd avoid it. did he have bad breath? were you not attracted to him? it was neither of those. the idea of sex after being sexually assaulted made you uncomfortable.

one day, he was fed up. he wanted to see what this was about, what was wrong with him. his arm snaked around your waist his hand holding your hand.

he whispered into your ear and bit the lobe, you squirmed out his hands, just thinking it was a joke. "simon- stop!" you laughed it off, but he didn't laugh. you threw him off you, tears building in your eyes.

"whats wrong with me?! you don't do anything with me, do you not like me?" he questioned and questioned, "fuck simon no. it's not like that." cursing under your breath, you rubbed your temples in a soothing manner. "then what is it?!" his tone got angrier and louder. be barely noticed the tears in your eyes.

"fuck. sweetheart..." he cooed holding your face gently. "baby, im so sorry... i should'nt oftaken my anger out on you like that.. i- just..."

"si, its okay we can talk about it, yeah?" you both made an agreement to talk about it.

he felt anger and disgust when he knew what happened, not at you but at the person who had sexually assaulted you. "baby, ill kill them if i have too... im so sorry that happened to you, dear."

captain john price

-it crossed his mind often when you two would have you first time. it had been a while into your relationship, yet nothing sexual happened.

in your mind, you were feeling guilty for not initiating, pushing him off. it made your skin crawl, thinking off what had happened to you that night.

-you made you way to his office, innocent intent. he asked you, "when are you ready for me to y'know, finally take you?" you rubbed your neck, cringing at the thought. he raised an eyebrow whilst you stuttered, "well john, can we actually talk about it?"

that night you opened up about what had happened, he remained calm, letting you speak. "fucking hell love... im so sorry." he apologized, you rubbed his arm leaning back onto him. "it's not your fault love."

john soap mactavish

-you had told johnny what had happened the first time hd tried anything. the dinner table was quiet, earlier you had gotten into a slight disagreement about sex.

"johnny?" he looked up at you, guilt in his eyes. he felt bad for earlier, "i was sexually assaulted at [age]. that's why i didn't want it." his eyes widened, as his eyebrows turned down, "baby, im so sorry oh my god." john stood up to cuddle your crying figure. you hadn't noticed the tears falling from your eyes.

"do you want to talk about it further?" he quietly asked, you shook your head. "wanna watch that dumb series you like?" he smirked, bringing your mood up., you playfully hit his shoulder, "hush, its not that bad!!" you giggled.

kyle gaz garrick

-it happened when you were drunk. both you and kyle were walking home from the pub, he kissed your cheek, you smiled back not noticing the lust in his eyes.

he slowly came to a stop as you did too, he walked you backwards towards a tree. kyle began sucking on your neck. even in his drunken state you knew you weren't ready just yet, "kyle, no." bluntly said, he threw his head away from your neck, raising an eyebrow. "no?" he repeated you, "im not ready, baby." he sighed, his hands played with your hair whilst he smiled at you weakly.

"are you ever gonna be ready?" that came off rudely, he started wide eyed at you realising how bad that came across. you gulped as a ball formed in your throat, the same one when your holding back tears. "no, no, no baby. not like that..." he grabbed your hand rubbing it with his thumb. "im sorry.." you apologized.

"don't. no, take it back. you don't have to be sorry." garrick reassured you, "it's just that..." you began, "i was assaulted sexually before.." his mouth fell open for a second before he shut it. "fuck baby. why didn't you tell me?" his voice was soft, "i didn't want you to think less if me..!" you hid your face after blurting out.

"i would never baby, it wasn't your fault."

könig

-one night, you two were watching a movie. that was when a sex scene came on and a tent in his pants formed. he ran his hands up your thigh as the bulge grew.

he leaned over you, pulling you into a kiss. you cringed, remembering the feeling of your assulters hands on you. you mumbled, which he mistook as a moan. you pushed him off.

"könig no!" you blurted out as tears fell, you brought your knees to your chest, hiding your face in it. his voice was hushed, "baby.. im so sorry! i didn't realise you didn't want it!" he thought you hated him, he just didn't understand yet.

"i know, it's okay. i-" your voice choked, "assulted before. y'know?" könig heart fell in his stomach, immediate guilt setting in. "fuck baby, im so so sorry.." he blurted out more apologies, pulling you to his chest.

the movie sounds plus your cries together filled the silence, his heart was beating so fast. "it's okay kö. you didn't realise."

he couldn't forgive himself after that.

you crying made him slightly cry. you both cuddled until the next morning, on the couch.

as the sun peaked, you glanced at your boyfriend, who was resting your eyes still thinking you hated him. you leaned down, kissing him before cuddling back into him.

you didn't hate him after all.

[soapcan18]

I’m just gonna post my Ithaca Saga live-reaction rambles here bc I can’t form coherent sentences rn and I need to express my excitement:

The Challenge

PENELOPE OH MY GOD UR VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL

SHE KNOWS ABT THE STORM

THE BACKUPS??? HOLYY

WHOEVER CAN STRINGGGG

Am I tripping or is that the horse and the infant motif

PENELOPE UR VOICEEE AHH THE STRENGTH AND THE GENTLENESS AHH

Hold Them Down

Oh my god I’m gonna tweak

It’s about to get DARK

FUCK THE SUITORS!!

ANTINOUS!!!!

OH OH GET IT ANTINOUS

TELEMACHUS ON DIPLOMATIC MISSION I REMEMBER THAT!!!

YOOO THIS IS DARK

BOOONESSS

ONLY THE OCEAN AND I WILL KNOWWW

NO GET AWAY FROM PENELOPE!!!!

ANTINOUS UR A FUCKIN CREEP!!!!!!

KILL THEM AAALLLLLLL

THE VOCALS DEAR LORD

YEAHHHH ODYSSEUS KILL HIS ASS

Odysseus

ODYSSEUS!!!!!!

OH MY GOD JORGEEEE UR VOICEEE

I HEAR U DARE TO TOUCH MY WIFE AND HURT MY BOYYY

I. Have had. Enough.

THE ELECTRIC GUITAR OH MY GODDD

THE SUITORS’ TIME TO SHINE

THE BOW AND SCREAM EFFECT AHHH

WHERE IS HE??? WHERE IS HE???

“You think I don’t know my own palace? I BUILT IT.”

“U destroyed the serpents head” EYY BOOK REFERENCE

NO OPEN ARMS

“No” YOOOO THATS COLDDD THAT’S A POSEIDON REF

I love him just popping in here and then makes us feel like the suitors

“BEHIND YOU”

LEGENDARY MOTIF????

AGHH TELEMACHUS IS HEREEEEE

ATHENA!! OH MY GODDDD ATHENAAA

I HEARD THAT FUCKIN PIANO TRILL

“Ur very presence has doomed the king, young prince. We don’t fight fair!”

WHO IS SINGINNNN

“And he’s made a grave mistaaake”

GET OFF ME!! GET OFF ME!!

HOLD HIM DOWNNN

THE ELECTRICCCC OH MY GODDD HES FULL MONSTER

“Mercy? MERCY? My mercy’s long since drowned. It died to bring me home. And as long as you’re around, my family’s fate is left unknown. You plotted to kill my son. You planned to R### MY WIFE. ALL OF YOU ARE GOING TO DIE.”

THEY SAID THE WORD???

“You filled my heart with hate. All of you who have done me wrong. THIS WILL BE YOUR FATE!”

THE CHOIRRR AHHH ITS BEEN A NO LONGER YOU REF THIS WHOLE TIME

THE SCREAMS???? THEYRE SO REALISTIC OMLLL

I Can’t Help but Wonder

THESE SONGS ARE LONG DAMN

TELEMACHUSSS 🥹

ITS AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR NOW

My heaartttt

OMG WAIT ITS TELEMACHUS SINGING

MILO SOUNDS TOO MUCH LIKE JORGE

His voice is so gentle oh my goddd

MY SON IM FINALLY HOME!

FATHER HOW IVE LONGED TO SEE YOUU

THE HARMONIZINGGGG

ATHENA

ATHENA!!!!

I HEAR HER QUICK THOUGHT

“Show yourself. I know you’re watching me. Show yourself.”

THE PIANOOO THE CLOCKKKK

“You were never one for hellos.”

“I can’t help but wonder what this world can be if we all held each other with a bit more empathy. I can’t help but feel like I led you astray. What if there’s a world where we don’t have to live this way?”

“If that world exists, it’s far away from here. It’s one I’ll have to miss for it’s far beyond my years. You might live forever, so you can make it be. But I’ve got one endeavor. There’s a girl I have to see.”

“Very well.”

WARRIOR OF THE MIND MOTIFFF

Would You Fall in Love with Me Again

FINAL SONGGG

SIX MINUTESS

PENELOPEEEE

THE CACOPHONY OF INSTRUMENTS OH MY GODDD ITS LIKE ODY’S ANTICIPATION

THE DOOR SOUNDD

Youuu look different

Your eyes look tired

IM GONNA RIP MY HEART OUT

I AM NOT THE MAN U FELL IN LOVE WITHHH

Waaaitinggg waaaitingggg

The stringssss godddd

“Left a trail of red on every islanddd” RUTHLESSNESS MOTIF OH MY GODD

“As I traded friends like objects I could use”CIRCE MOTIF??

“Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands” I CANT MAKE OUT A SINGLE ONE BUT PIANO IMPLIES ATHENA??

OMG WAIT CALYPSO “FOR LOVING YOU” MOTIF

WAAAITINGGGG

“If that’s true, could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor? That would bring me some peace. See that wedding bed? Could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders and take it far away from here?”

I REMEMBER THIS FROM THE BOOK AGHH

“I had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat…”

THE ELECTRIC GUITAR COMING BACKKK AS HE GETS MORE INTENSE

“The only way to move it is to cut it from ITS ROOTS!” “ONLY MY HUSBAND KNEW THAATTT!”

AHHH I REMEMBERRRRR

PENELOPE TEAR IT UP

THE EMOTIONNNN IN HER VOICEEE

WAAAITTINGGGGG

PENELOPEEEEE

WAAAITINGGGGG

PENELOOPPEEEEEE

WAAAAITINGGGG WAAAAITINGGG WAAAAAAAITINGGGGGG AHHHHHHHHH

forrrrrr (was that the remember them motif???) youuu

Damn she sang so high

THE SYMPHONYYY

JUST A MANNNN ITS BAAACKKKK

THE ANIMATICS R GONNA GO SO HARD DEAR LORD

“How long has it been?” “20 years.”

“I love youuuu”

BRAVO 🥹

JORGE I LOVE YOUUU

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[sanemisstalker]

!spoiler!

hey, I saw your requests are open, so here we go...

imagine rengoku and y/n had a 'friends with benefit' relationship before he passed away, but then he comes back 2 years after his 'dead'.

as half demon.

he's sitting in front of your bedroom window one night and you can't believe your eyes...

he tells you how much he missed you and that his love for you grew stronger every day (soft human ren) but when he smelled that you let giyuu touch your body... oh dear

he shows y/n who she belongs to..(rough demon ren) his other half taking over and fucks y/n so hard and good to make it clear that she belongs to him. only him.

👉👈 hf <3

You deserve the most INSANE head for this concept oh ym fucking god. Oh my fucking g o d. I went delusional when I saw this last night.

CW/ Fem reader, AFAB genitalia, Breasted /Rengoku briefly mentions Suicide/ SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA......../ Giyu's life is on a clock/ Possessiveness/ BDSM Dynamics (mutual ownership)

-I can imagine how the news would've stricken you in specific. How muted it must have been. Day in and day out of hearing the cries of people much closer to the flame pillar than you could ever hope to be.

-You weren't his brother, you weren't his father- You weren't any of the young men that watched him pass- That had to stare at his, apparently, mangled corpse for hours, awaiting help in the uncomfortably hot air he left in his death.

-Hell, you weren't even a hashira yet. You just... knew the guy a little too intimately. Just enough for it to hurt more than you felt you deserved.

-It's not like he was going to marry you, or even ask for a partnership. They hadn't found a ring on his body in some grand last appeal-

-He wasn't even thinking about coming back for you-

-and it had felt that way for a while, now. You weren't counting the days, but you knew his birthday had passed twice. You hadn't quite remembered yours, but his had come and gone.

-Rengoku always remembered those kinds of details though. He was pretty big on the little things, so much so that he considered no thing too little.

-When the ex-water hashira had dropped off a small gift, courtesy of himself, you were partially confused. You hadn't known Giyu inherently well, nor did you think he paid you any mind.

-'I've been looking for your home for a while.' He'd hand you the gift. 'It was... hard to find.'

-'What is this for?'

-'Your birthday.'

-'It's my birthday?' The question came out more pathic than you'd hoped.

-'I- this may seem invasive... but... before his death, Rengoku had mentioned the date to me in passing. I had to ask around to see what was so important about it.'

-'He mentioned my birthday?' God, you were just full of pathetic questions, it seemed.

-'The... anniversary was just last week...' He was clearly stumbling.

-'I- maybe it's because my years are... numbered... but I- I wanted to put forward his kindness. I was too in my own head to do so while he was alive. Please open it before I say anything else.'

-It was a button. The top one of the demon slayer uniform.

-'I don't want to make any... assumptions about you and Rengoku, but I know, at the bare minimum, he was fond of you. I think he would've wanted you to have something of his... He left most of his clothes to his younge-'

-He'd begin apologizing profusely when you'd start sobbing. You'd collapse into his arms, clutching the box to your sternum and just wailing- A wail you hadn't known Kyojuro would even think you'd be worthy of.

-But Giyu thought you were worthy of it, and Giyu was the only one here right now. You cried in his arms for what felt like hours. You couldn't remember the last time you'd let somebody hold you- let a lone a man.

-His smell was cathartic. Like rain.

-His kiss meant nothing. Neither did the tear filled sex. Giyu was a dying man who'd done an inexplicable kindness. You got to pretend he was there, Giyu got to experience a warmth he'd never been rewarded for throwing a life away.

-You did not want Giyu to stay over in your bed, and thanked that button on your nightstand for his absence when you awoke in the dead of night.

-but Kyojuro remembers the little things.

-And you remember those loud eyes. They were perched at your window seal.

-You blinked once, twice-

-and then his face started to form in the darkness, and you were sure Giyu must have brought some ailment with him, because no. Not your Kyojuro, it must've been a delusion. Or maybe the original wasn't really dead-

-The way he said your name was undeniable. Past the buzz of the cicadas, and the huff of the wind.

-'Y/N.' The man said.

-'K-Kyojuro?'

-'Y/N!' There was palpable glee in the air, radiating from the man that claimed to be Kyojuro Rengoku.

-'W-who are you?' You'd croak.

-'...I'm Rengoku Kyojuro?' He'd respond softly. 'It is dark in here, I suppose. I'd meet you in the daylight if I could. I'm... not able, though.'

-How love stricken you must've been. At the mere chance that it was even partially him, you were bounding into his arms. You ignored the clear horns on his head, and bizarre markings along his neck. The undeniable smell of fear wafting from him-

-It was him. You knew even God or the devil himself couldn't recreate his warmth.

-It would take everything to remind Rengoku of his enhanced strength. The feeling of your body in his arms was heavenly- He'd only felt this elated maybe once before, in his mother's arms.

-'I missed you so much. Y/N, you will... Oh no, you're crying. You can't, or I'll cry too.' But he's already crying, afraid of his new found strength, and far too happy to see your face in the moonlight. Even if it's full of tears.

-'Sweet, and beautiful. You're just as striking as when I left. You look so tired... you've slept, right? Please don't tell me you've laid awake for me?' His heart ached at your nod.

-'I-I didn't deserve-'

-'Shshsh-' His hands would run through your hair. It was the first time in so long you'd felt the weight of your body- how slow you moved. 'I should never keep you so restless- come, sleep- sleep-'

-As the high of the night wore down, and Rengoku lulled you to bed with 'I love You's and the like, he felt at peace-

-But the smell of rain on such a dry night was aggravating his nose. He'd know that smell anywhere.

-Rengoku had formed a rather unfortunate temper since his supposed death. Not that he wasn't the same, fiery man at his core, calm, booming voice and all, but something he had never struggled with was the trade marked Rengoku male hot-headedness. (He'd always found his fathers decline in pride more than a little unsightly.)

-And he now struggled with it. Kyojuro had spent the last two years burning every unprompted shred of anger away so he could stand before you now as the same emotionally intact and strong man he'd died as.

-The one he hoped you loved.

-He'd sooner take his own life than take something out on you-

-but that smell.

-When you woke up, he questioned you as gently as he could.

-'Why do you smell like... water?'

-Your admission wouldn't be easy, but you couldn't lie to the man. You'd begin crying again, begging for forgiveness. He'd pull away to look at you with pity.

-'No, no- I'm the one that left you alone for so long. Don't apologize for my faults-' His hands would begin a slow decline down your body, tugging you closer by your ass. Your face would land squarely against his bare chest...

-And his hands- those big, all encompassing hands would move up your spine, to the nape of your neck.

-'Y/N, I'd like to address the elephant in the room.' He'd mumble against your temple as his hands wandered along your frame.

-'You're... You're not entirely human. I understand that.'

-'I... am not entirely right, anymore, Y/N. I want to warn you of that...'

-'I would...' hope, the thought briefly flitted in your head. Though clearly a travesty, Kyojuro had often waited for you to make the first move. The sudden interest on his behalf was more than nice. 'I would... assume.'

-'I don't want to harm, or scare you. Please don't let me do either. If I ever even- begin to... Behead me where I stand.'

-'I-I couldn't-' You'd shudder.

-'You can.' Rengoku would assure. 'I've developed an awful habit.' He'd be squeezing your hip, massaging just rough enough to rock you. He'd pull your leg up and over his own... Slotting himself between your thighs.

-'Y/N, did you let him cum inside you?' The word felt foreign on his tongue. How crude of him.

-'N-no!' You rushed.

-'Did he make you cum?'

-'....No.'

-'Mmm.' Rengoku hummed, his large hand running up your thigh. You quivered as he made contact with your sex. 'You haven't had one in a long time, then.' His fingers would slip past your gown, and pull your garments to the side-

-'I- I haven't. It didnt..didn't... feel right-'

-'Nobody can make you cum like I can, right, Y/N?'

-'Nobody.' You rushed. Your body was reeling from his touch. The mere possibility of his cock once again battering your insides was--

-'And this...' One of his fingers would slid into you, your insides still mushy from Giyu's use. 'This is still mine, right?'

-'It's- It's a yours. It always will be.'

-'Even in death?' Rengoku whispered against your temple.

-'For forever- For as long as you want it-'

-'You're my strong girl, right?' You'd nod. You'd be his anything. 'And this,' He'd add another finger, curling them inside of you.

-Part of him was pleased, you were all stretched out and ready. Giyu must have done you well....

-Giyu had no right to do anything with you.

-'This wants your cock?' He'd ask. You didn't even think before nodding. You'd never heard such words from his mouth.

-How daunting

-You'd cling to his bare chest, trying to just get closer. 'Say you want it.'

-'Give me my cock.' You'd slur. 'I need you. I've needed you. Please- please- I need you to let me.... Use me- I-' He'd already done you in, and he hadn't even tried.

-He could never turn you down. Especially not now that he was so much weaker.

-You stayed laying down, your body pressed against his broad chest- And Rengoku slipped his cock beneath your gown. He didn't bother removing your panties.

-He didn't even let you adjust before he wrapped his arms around you tight and just began pumping.

-How cruel, but it was the least you deserved for allowing another man so close. Rengoku would never punish you for it. He was too kind. He was too good, even when a demons blood crept through his veins. Rengoku was just too fucking good-

-'You're-' a hiccup would interrupt your sob. Words were lost on your poor, over fucked mind. You'd never experienced such speed, or such a grind. 'So- good- Kyo-kyojuro---!'

-His hand swiping at your clit was quick enough for it almost feel like vibrations. Climax after climax while your creaming cunt just begged for his seed.

-You felt like you were being consumed. He didnt break eye contact with you once- Not even allowing you the reprieve to look away from him.

-'Open your eyes.' He cooed, still thrusting up and into your pussy with a roughness that seemed almost impossible with such a tone. 'Look at whose loving you while you cum. Look at whose making you cum.'

-He wanted your eyes on him, and him alone. He wasn't sure what animal he'd become if they drifted away. You wouldn't. You can't.

-He'd never been so possessive. Had never claimed you- He had never really wanted to. Marry you, definitely. Kyojuro had never planned to bed you and not dedicate his romantic life to you-

-but you were always supposed to be able to leave, if you really wanted. He wasn't sure he was strong enough to let you do that, now.

-'Say my name again. Remember whose you are, Y/N. Burn it in your head.' He hissed, an unusual quiet to his voice. It made you hang on every word.

-You were his. He was yours.

-'Kyojuro! Kyojuro!' It was all you could manage. Every question he posed, every time he hummed, or thrust, or made you cum- You'd let him seer in across your stomach if he found fit-

-Rengoku had never loved his name so much. He'd make sure to burn it in your head again, if need be.

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my Heart is.

Chapter 11: Hello Abby!/Hello Rosie! Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 2100+

A/N: AAAAAAAA one more chapter to goooo I want to draw them... if i have time...

“So, how was your.. trip..?” I ask them, holding a tray of apple pie by the door only to have Charlie rushing past me and into her room. "Do you want to take this apple pie?!"

“Is she okay?” I ask Vaggie who enters late.

Vaggie sighs and drops the luggage on the floor before she slumps on the couch. Not a moment later, the rest join us. Angel taking a picture of her first before asking, “How’d it go?”

“Horrible, absolutely horrible. Not only did they support our case but..” Vaggie drifts off looking upstairs.

“Well? Spit it out!” Husk asks losing patience.

“Charlie found out I’m a former exorcist,” she confesses guiltily.

There was a heart pause before they screamed and tackled her. Bombarding her with questions. I mean.. I did kinda think of it, but it was still surprising. I hand them the pie before setting my eyes on the bag they brought with them move from the loud noise.

“Uhh, Vaggie dear. I think your bag just move,” I alerted her.

“Did you smuggle some puppies?” Niffty asks excitedly.

“God, I hope not,” Husk grumbles.

Vaggie lets out a groan before getting up from the floor and zipped open their bags. We were greeted to the sight of fluffy feathery wings instead.

“YOU BROUGHT A BIRD!” Niffty shrieks trying to pick it up. However, it wasn’t as small as we thought it was when a head popped up from the ball of feathers, making Niffty scream and hide behind Angel startling him.

“Uhh, hi?” the person greets awkwardly trying to smile.

“What the fuck?! Why is there an angel in our bags?! How the fuck did you even squeeze in there?!” Vaggie screams holding the girl’s shoulders. “Oh shit, we’re gonna be in so much trouble.”

“I’d appreciate it if you’d stop shaking me first,” she responds with a laugh dizzy from from Vaggie’s actions. She shakes her head comically to clear her head and replies, “I heard that Heaven let in some folks from the Devildom, and I wanted to talk to you! So, I waited but then you arrived all angry, so I just hid in your luggage instead.”

Vaggie makes a face trying to comprehend the girl’s train of thoughts that led her here, with a hand in the air as if trying to say, ‘That doesn’t sound logical.’

The girl sighs and confesses, “Truth is, I wanted to come down here and find my parents. I’ve searched heaven for years and I didn’t find them. So, I took my chances here.”

Then at realization, I drop and knelt in front of the girl turning her head to face me. With tears in my eyes, I whisper, “It is you. It’s you! I missed you so much!”

“Mom!” she cries burying herself in my hug.

Around us another round of scream’s echo in the room unable to process the series of events that happened back-to-back. After calming everyone down and settling them down on the couch while Vaggie, Abby and I stood in front of them, somewhat like a class presentation.

“You’re a former exorcist?” Angel starts.

“Where’s your wings?” Niffty asks.

“I don’t have—”

“Did you ever think maybe she's sensitive about her lack of wings, just like her lack of tits?”

“Yeah. Where are your tits?” Niffty asks tugging at her shirt.

“sigh Any other questions?”

“Who’s the kid?”

“I’m Abigail Calliope. Daughter of Alastor and Miledy Calliope, and I’m not a kid!” Abby huffs.

“How old did you die anyway? You look pretty young though.”

“20. I got into an accident while volunteering,” she explains.

“Figures how you got into heaven. Kinda crazy how that batshit crazy radio demon has a daughter though,” Angel gestures with all four hands.

“You said it,” Husk murmurs downing a bottle of whiskey.

“Well, I did a lot of convincing,” I answer brushing Abby’s hair off her face. “I don’t regret a single thing.”

She gives me a smile before we see a green flash coming from upstairs. ‘My crazy husband did it,’ I thought in awe, getting the princess of hell to get a deal with him was surprising given that she was so on-guard around him.

“Who’s that?” Abby asks turning to me.

I give her a grin and answer, “Your father.”

Her eyes lit up finally getting to see her father after decades. Charlie and Alastor comes down and finds Abby. Surprised that an angel was here by herself.

“Who is—?”

“That can wait. I think you guys have something planned, we’ll talk on the way!” I say pushing Charlie out the door, Alastor and Abby behind us. I look behind me and find Abby being shy looking away from Alastor, while Alastor was eyeing her intently still not recognizing her.

“Wait! We can’t have her walk around the city with that look!” Charlie stops us, then turning to Abby. She casts a spell changing her clothes into a blue dress that was trendy these days along with demon horns headband.

“Your wings, dear,” I tell her which she immediately hides away.

“Sooo, who is she?” Charlie asks with Alastor next to her.

“When you came back from your trip, this little troublemaker slid into your luggage and travelled to hell here with you,” I say nipping Abby’s nose. “This is our daughter, Abigail.”

“Pleasure to meet you! Quite the please!” Abby greets with his father’s cadence shocking the both of them.

“I just went through a massive sense of déjà vu,” Charlie says holding her head before shaking Abby’s outstretched hand.

“Goodness! Sunshine! Look how much you’ve grown!” Alastor exclaims lifting Abby in his arms. “You’ve grown into such a beautiful lady.”

“Dad! I missed you so much,” she excitedly screams hugging her father which he welcomed with a gleeful laugh.

“Youuuu have a daughter???” Charlie drawls in shock pointing at Alastor who put down Abby.

“Is it that surprising?” Alastor says petting Abby’s head.

“YES!?” Charlie yells.

“How about we head to Cannibal Town now. We’re kinda wasting time now,” I say leading them down the road. “Isn’t this fun? We look like family!”

“What? Why are we going to cannibal town?” Charlie asks, Abby looking around confused and disturbed by the sights around her, before we arrived the quaint little town.

“There’s a friend of mine I think you should meet. It’s also a good opportunity to introduce Abby to her too!” Alastor says escorting Abby and leading in front of us.

“In Cannibal Town? But it’s, it’s… surprisingly nice here,” Charlie says changing her mind.

“Right? We actually have a residency here. We try to come by when we can. Reminds us of home,” I explain to the girls.

“Isn't it though? and it's all thanks to a very special someone,” Alastor says opening the door for us.

We see Rosie attending to her costumer before she notices us by the entrance, “Oh, my, stars! Do my eyes deceive me? Alastor. Alastor! Where have you been??? These halls really lost some of their sparkle without your lively presence and—," she notices me and says, “Miledy! Sweetheart! You haven’t called me in weeks!”

She glances the girls beside us and comments, “Oh. Who's this ya brought with you? Come now, Alastor, she's much too young for you! Oh I'm just kidding. I know you're an Ace in the hole.” I coughed a laugh at her, which she appreciated that someone got her joke.

“A what now?”

“But where are your manners mister? Introduce us why don't you?”

“Ahh, yes. Charlie, Abigail, this is Rosie, the most darling, delightful and dangerous Overlord this side of the Pentagram!” Alastor introduces Rosie.

“Oh! Always such a charmer.”

“And Rosie, it's my pleasure to introduce you to princess Charlie Morningstar. Daughter of Lucifer and heir to the throne of Hell!” Alastor pushes Charlie, then Abby, “and last but not least, this is Abigail Calliope, Miledy and I’s pride and joy!”

“How do you do?” Charlie greets nervously with a wave, while our daughter happily returns their high energy.

“Well, well! isn't this a regal surprise! Come in! Come in! Can I offer you somethin' to eat? I'm sure I have a leg around here or somethin'. Oh, what am I thinkin'? Small thing like you? You're probably watchin' your figure! How bout some nice pinkie fingers instead?” Rosie offers a box to the pair.

“Um...No. no, thank you, though,” Charlie says refusing for the both of them.

“Oh look at you!” Rosie gushes patting both of their heads, “so polite! Alastor, you could learn a thing o' two.”

“Well, sit down. Sit down. Tell Auntie Rosie what she can do for you. Ya know, Alastor. I got a premo-connect on a guy with about eight blocks of territory and not enough goons to run it. Prime pickin's for a deal to be made, my friend.” Rosie tells Alastor making a gesture.

“What does that mean, mom?” Abby asks me while we stood behind Charlie as they talked.

“Here in hell, demons grow their power by accumulating deals, these deals could be anything but the ultimate price they pay is their souls,” I explain to her, “I’m sorry you have to go through this, Abby. I know how drastic of a change this will be, so if you decide to go back to heaven, we’ll help you.”

She hastily shaking her head, refusing the suggestion, “As fun as it is there. It didn’t have you or dad,” she replies sincerely making me let out a sigh of relief then hugging her.

---later

“Now, fair warning. This group sticks together. So, in order to convince any of them, you'll need to convince all of them. And there's one in particular—" Rosie pauses thinking of the appropriate word.

“Uuuugh, Susan,” Alastor states in distate.

“Susan, who's a bit of an... uh—”

“Ornery old bitch?”

“That! She's tough, but win her over and the rest will be easy as pie. Ready?”

“I guess.”

Charlie goes off into an unenthusiastic speech, making me internally cringe paired with how the cannibals strongly reacted against her.

“FUCK YOU, YOU OLD BITCH!” Charlie screams flipping Susan off.

“Welp. Okay everyone! We’ll be back after a brief intermission!” I call over the microphone while Rosie drags a huffing Charlie backstage. “Any song requests?!”

While I was singing for the crowd while Charlie and Rosie sorted themselves, in the corner of my eye I see Alastor and Abby talking.

“I almost forgot how wonderfully mom sang,” Abby states looking at her mother in awe.

“Definitely one you grow to love even more with each and every song,” Alastor adds.

“Absolutely! I kept every recording I could get my hands on,” Abby replies enthusiastically.

Alastor laughs and tells her, “I heard you also kept old recordings of my radio shows.”

Abby blushes and confesses, “I was still young when you left so, I got every recording I could find just to remember how you sounded.”

Alastor sighs and give a small smile and pets her head, “I won’t go anywhere this time.”

Abby smiles and hugs his dad. Just then Rosie and Charlie come back looking better. I stand with my family while Alastor hands her his microphone. While we watched her sing more confidently than earlier, catching everyone’s attention. Abby looks at her amazed how she got them to join her.

“They're dancing along. They're singing her song,” Rosie sang her hands clasped together.

“Surprised? Why, I knew she could do it all along,” Alastor and I sang together.

“She's bound to pass the test as Princess of Hell. Like her Daddy she is madly power-fell!” we sang and danced together, making Abby gush at how we blended our voice together.

“She's filled with potential that I could guide,” Alastor looks at Charlie sinisterly.

“I concur!” Rosie and I sang slinging our elbows with Alastor.

“Stick with her, you'll be on the winning side.”

We lead the Cannibals to the hotel where we meet up with Vaggie who brought the weapons with her.

---later

We take Abby to our room where she immediately notices the forest, “Oh! This looks like the cabin we had.”

“Well, a replica of it,” Alastor says taking off his coat and putting it on a hanger in a closet.

“How was your first day here?” I ask her, pulling her to sit with me by the fireplace.

“It was definitely something,” she laughs off nervously, “But aside from the vulgarities, it seems like fun. And, I want to work here, at the hotel. Though I’m... different, I want to help sinners redeem themselves and reach heaven. Is… that okay?”

Alastor and I share a look before giving her a smile, “Of course it is, Sunshine. Why wouldn’t it be? We want you to do whatever you like, you’re free to do so. We’re family.”

Tears form in her eyes and drip down her cheeks, we gave her a big hug to comfort her. Finally, a family again.

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[madneedshelp]

A BillyxReader oneshot inspired by the song "cigarette daydreams - cage the elephant" would be interesting ^^

Cigarette Daydreams - Billy Hargrove x Reader

Ask and you shall receive! I love this idea, that song is so Billy coded imo. Also, sorry this is very late, my last week was insane lol

Summary: You weren’t sure why you were so drawn to the broken boy that hid behind the cold exterior, but you found yourself wanting nothing more than to be his safe place.

Warnings: allusions to abuse, nondetailed descriptions of injury, smoking, language, angsty

Billy didn’t really date. It wasn’t that it never happened, it was just a rarity. That was something you knew going into the relationship. You weren’t sure at first of why he didn’t love commitment, but the reasons seemed to reveal themselves to you over time.

You and Billy had been together for a few months when you figured out his dad hit him. You showed up to his house one night, a thing you did often, just in time to see Neil storm out the door and speed off in his car. Susan and Max weren’t far behind him, another thing that happened often. You knew Neil had a temper, and there had been a few times when Susan and Max had gone out by themselves to let him cool down.

Noticing you standing there, mildly alarmed, Susan gave you a nervous and obviously fake smile. “Billy’s inside in his room, dear.”

You gave her a quick ‘thank you’ and headed for your boyfriend. Looking back on it, you wondered if Susan directed you inside because she wanted you to find out somehow, but was too scared to openly seek someone out. Even though you were a teenager and that wasn’t something you were really capable of changing, maybe that was just her only idea. Regardless, you were grateful that she told you.

The house was silent once you entered. That was odd. Billy usually had music going when everyone left. It must have been a bad fight, you figured. You had no idea the extent of it.

“Billy?” You lightly knocked on his bedroom door.

You waited a moment and got no response. Susan just said he was home. Maybe he snuck out the window? Your curiosity got the better of you and you slowly peeked inside the room.

Your heart dropped to your stomach in an instant.

Your boyfriend was sitting on the ground, leaning against his bedpost with silent tears staining his cheeks. The area surrounding his eye was a nasty red that told you it would soon turn to a black eye. What really got to you was the empty, tortured look in his eyes.

“Oh my God! What the fuck did he do to you? Are you alright?” You flew over to him in a frenzy, tears forming in your eyes.

He immediately fell into a rage when you hurried inside. “Get the fuck out, Y/N! This isn’t your goddamn business!”

He stood up and started towards you. You could tell he was trying to intimidate you as he took steps forward to make you step back. He was trying to essentially corner you out the door.

You may not have been with him long, but you knew when he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Instead of standing there to start a fight with him, you turned and headed for the kitchen.

He must’ve thought you really were leaving because he didn’t try to follow. You quietly opened the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen veggies and took them back to the bedroom.

“I fucking told you to leave!” Billy shouted as you entered again.

You stared him dead in the eyes and kept your face calm. “This is for your eye. I’m gonna need you to hold it on there and tell me what happened.”

And eventually he did. The stories of abuse filtered out over the course of the next hour or so. You felt your heart aching for him.

He’d been so alone. His mom had left him when he was so young, and Neil chose to take his anger out on his son. No one knew, and if they did, no one cared to step in.

“Can you come stay with me?” You asked quietly, your head leaned against his shoulder as the two of you lay in bed.

He let out a bitter chuckle. “You think your parents would let me move in? You think Neil wouldn’t kill me if he found out I tried to leave?”

Tears stung your eyes so badly, but you didn’t want to be the one to cry right now. You wanted to be strong and stable and comforting for Billy.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But you can’t keep living like this, Billy. Maybe we could go to the police?”

“We can’t tell the fucking cops! You think they won’t say anything besides that I can’t defend myself?” Billy scoffed.

You hated that he was probably right about that too. “Well could you go stay at a motel or with a friend?”

“With what money? And fuck no, he’d find me anyway. Listen, just stop trying to fix it, okay? This is just how it is.”

You wanted to yell at him that it shouldn’t have to be like this. You wanted to give Neil absolute hell. Honestly, you wanted to do way worse to Neil, but you knew that taking out this rage wouldn’t solve anything.

“Billy, please promise me that you’ll tell me if he does it again. Promise me that you’ll come over or call me if it gets really bad again.” You murmured as you subconsciously snuggled closer into him.

“I promise.”

———————

He kept his promise.

One night, several weeks later, you got a phone call just after 9 at night.

“Hello?” You looked around for your parents as you stood by the landline, in case the call was for them.

“Can I come pick you up?”

You recognized Billy’s voice immediately. The tiredness that seeped into his tone. The pained rasp.

“I’ll be outside waiting.” You whispered back in an instant.

He hung up the phone, and you hurried back to find your parents. Somehow, you managed to convince them that your friend was coming to pick you up because she got dumped and needed you to come over.

As soon as you heard the screech of tires, you headed for the Camaro. It worried you how fast he drove normally, but it was dark and raining and he looked visibly upset, which didn’t make you feel any calmer.

He didn’t say anything as you climbed inside, he just drove. You tried not to stare at the cuts on his arm, but he noticed anyway.

“Fucker threw some plates at me,” was the only explanation he gave you.

He ended up driving to the now empty parking lot of the grocery store. He skidded to a stop in the very back and turned off the car with a huff.

“Do you want to talk?” You looked over at him. When he didn’t say anything, you kept going. “I mean, we don’t have to talk. I just want you to know you can talk if you want to.”

When you paused, he met your eyes briefly and then shook his head. “Don’t fucking look at me like that,” He muttered as he slung open the car door and stepped outside.

God you really didn’t know how to handle this. You tried to not be pushy or forceful, but you just wanted to help and it killed you that you couldn’t.

You looked out the window at Billy, who was leaning against the side of his car, back to you and his half-finished cigarette in hand. It was when his shoulders started to shake slightly that you knew what you should do.

The rain poured on you overhead, but you ignored it as you walked around the car to Billy. He was crying just lightly enough that you couldn’t tell the difference between rain and tears on his face.

This time you didn’t try to make him talk or try to solve all his problems. Instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. He let you hold him for a while, and you hoped he got the silent message that you’d be there for him as long as he needed.

“Come on, you’re soaked, baby. Let’s get back in the car, I have a shirt you can wear.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, a sign you knew he was feeling a little better.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” You chuckled and gave him a peck on the lips before the two of you hurried back in the car.

Despite your protests that he should wear the shirt, you finally ended up wearing it. You had your terms though.

“Fine, I’ll take the dry shirt, but only if you let me get my first aid kit out of my purse and clean those.” You folded your arms, a firm expression on your face as you nodded to his arm.

“Babe, they’re fine. Just take the shirt and don’t worry about it.” He rolled his eyes.

“Come on. Let me take care of you.” You watched as his eyes grew glassy again at that and he nodded.

He was quiet while you put a little disinfectant and some bandaids on his arm. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would keep them from getting infected. You were mostly glad they weren’t too deep because you knew Billy would never go get stitches.

Beneath it all, you were sad. Sad because you bought the kit in case Billy might need your help. Sad because you actually had to use it for that reason.

———————

Thankfully, there weren’t many more nights like that one. Still, you were always there if Billy needed you. You love him, and he loved you, something you’d finally admitted to each other at some point during the months you’d been together.

You watched as Billy walked across the stage at graduation, and you grinned down at him when it was your turn.

You watched him work as a lifeguard over the summer, scrounging up as much money as he could to save up for an escape.

You watched him open up more and more to you each day, until you felt like the both of you held no secrets from each other.

But mostly importantly, you watched him pack up his car with both of your belongings as you prepared to head off to college. He found a good job in the same city as your university, and had saved up enough that he could afford a place. He was finally going to get his escape.

Max was the only person from his family that showed up to see you both off. It made you happy that their relationship had gotten better lately.

After you said your goodbyes to her, and to your parents, it was finally time to go. You and Billy climbed in his car and started down the road on your way to your next journey.

He glanced over at you as he turned onto the main highway. “Hey…thank you.”

“Hm? What for?” You asked absentmindedly as you read over the map.

“For…fuck, I don’t know, just for being there. For being my safe place.”

You put down the map and looked over at him, and found a tear slipping out of your eye when you realized that, for the first time since you’d met him, he looked truly relaxed, and that was because he was finally safe.

He was too young to have had to deal with any of that, not that anyone should ever have to go through it. He was the strongest person you knew. This felt like the turning point for his life, and you felt so much lighter knowing that he could hopefully start to put all the bad behind him.

“Forever and always, Billy. As long as you need me.”

[kunikags02]

After Work with Nanami Kento

fluff, smut lol

a/n: genuinely just in love w nanami that's why I'm writing this. Goodnight everyone, it's almost 2 am here oh god.

The clock showed 5:30 p.m. already, which Nanami was supposed to be home a few minutes ago. You sat nervously waiting for his arrival. Was there a traffic? Did he worked overtime today? But he should've told me that. You brush off those thoughts, once again staring blankly at the clock above your tv. Your cat, kiko, hop on to the empty sofa by your side. Purring oh so softly as she rubs her thick fur to your side. This calmed you a bit, stroking her head gently.

A few minutes passed, the clock showing that it's almost 6. The door bell you anxiously wait finally rang. You ran quickly to the door, opened it to see your loving husband all drenched from the rain. Immediately, you let him in and took off his jacket. He was slightly shivering from the cold but you gave him a towel to dry him upper body off. As he was drying himself, you're gently drying his hair too with another towel. Comfortable silence occurred.

"Hey baby, I've missed you" you said, kissing his lips.

"Missed you too, sweetheart. Got into a traffic and rained too."

"I thought there was an umbrella in the car? Did I forgot to put it in this morning..?" You lowered your voice, hoping you didn't forget about the umbrella.

"Don't worry, honey. You brought me the umbrella but I was in a rush getting out of the car at that time so I didn't take the umbrella." He answered, smiling oh so softly.

"Oh dear. Why though?"

"Well, I got you something you like." He said and he gave you a small red bag. It looks very cute.

You opened it and boy this the delicious smell went straight into your nose. It was chocolate cookies! Your eyes went wide, immediately hugging him, peppering kisses all over his now dried face.

"Kento! You didn't have to! Aaahh I love you so much" you just kept on kissing his face, he just giggled to you, holding you on his lap.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I knew you'd like this since we barely get to find the seller. I was lucky they were selling today you know. When I saw them I went straight out of the car to get them." he said. Your heart flutter. This particular cookie was your favourite. It's very thick and has a lot of filling. They always sell out whenever you want to get them.

"I can't wait to eat this! C'mon, let's get you cleaned up first babe. I've made you dinner too." You said as you got up from his lap, which he pulls you back onto his lap.

Startled by his actions, you grasp his shoulder, not wanting to fall down. He rubs his nose to your neck, which to your surprise you let out a soft whimper. His hands sit perfectly on your hips holding you down. "I missed you, darling" he whispers. Chill ran down your spine. You smiled and answered "Yes, Kento. I missed you too" as you gave him a deep kiss. Next thing you knew, he spread his legs making you sit on his right leg.

He lifts your skirt up "No panties? Teasing me aren't you, sweetheart." Your lips parted slightly, head unable to process whatever is going on, mind foggy from the overwhelming feeling. You've always been this sensitive even after year and year with him.

His finger coming to your clit rubbing it slowly as his tongue slips into your mouth. His finger moved to your folds, inserting two fingers and pumps your fresh tight hole. Unable to control the moans, you're grateful that you your neighbours are currently not home. Body spasming, mind clouded and tears began to form.

"You like that, yeah? Enjoying being fucked by my fingers. Bet your fingers can barely hit it." He said showing his charm. He felt your walls tightened, within a few more pumps you let out all your juices and long sweet moan. Chest heaving up and down, trying to calm down after the high. Nanami on the other hand, swiped up and pushed back your cum into your gaping hole. Your breath hitched, he looks up at you innocently crashing his lips to you. You kissed him deeply while riding out yourself on his fingers. He then sucked your perked nipple, leaving a pop after.

"You did well, my love. Let's take a shower, shall we?" He carried you to your bathroom and boy there's always a second round to it.

[darlingsfandom]

hii idk if u write dark fics but could you do a yandere!emmett where he kidnaps the reader, you don’t have to write it if it makes u uncomfortable!!

hi!! I've never wrote dark fics before but hey! First time for everything right! Also thank you for asking ✨

WARNINGS: kidnapping, fingering, slight breeding kink! Swearing ...

No, it wasn't Emmett's fault. It couldn't have been his fault that you were alone. You were alone in your room at least you had thought. Emmett wasn't really anything to you, just another guy in the village. He was older than you by a good twenty maybe even thirty years, but you can't lie his eyes were a very pretty shade of blue and the scruff wasn't too bad but he's just another guy.

Emmett had wanted you since the day you were found out in the woods. He had found you alone and scared but brought you to the village and helped you get on your feet. Emmett watched your every move since then. It wasn't creepy too him because if you didn't know how he watched you when you went to bed or how you'd cook dinner for one, it's not creepy just merely observing his favorite person.

You were laid out on your bed flipping through some magazine about the hottest new Hollywood couple when the sound of foot steps perked you up. You set the magazine down and then the steps stopped. Your fingers wrapped around the bat you had next to your bed before you got up and slowly approached your bedroom door. With a quick open you jumped back and swung the bat only to realize you were swinging at nothing. You rubbed your forehead with your freehand. "For fucks sake!" You whispered yelled to yourself making yourself try to calm down again but because you let your guard down Emmett took his chance. His leather gloved hand wrapped around your mouth and the other around your waist. Your body instantly went into fight mode, your legs trying to kick and arms trying to flee, but they couldn't. Emmett might be older than you but he's sure as hell a lot stronger.

"Shh!" He whispered into your ear before biting down onto the lobe. Emmett used his strength to drag you down the hallway, out the back door and into his old pickup truck. He made sure to keep everything neat as possible just in case anyone decided they'd stop to see you. You should've ran when he had you the truck but you didn't know Emmett like that. He was crazy enough to kidnap you from your own home, he could kill you right there. Emmett got his truck going and drove in silence as you sat there with your hands tied poorly in some old rope.

Your eyes stung from the tears as Emmett pulled into the dark part of the woods. "Oh my god!" You whispered to yourself as he circled the truck, yanked you out by your arm and dragged you through the wet ground until you were shoved inside a little shack. "Please don't kill me!" You blurted out as he pulled the string on the light.

"Kill ya? Why on earth would I kill ya? You've seen too many movies my dear. I'm not gonna kill ya." He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head before pulling out the pocket knife , cut the rope and tossed it aside before shoving you into the work bench. "I would never kill ya. Ya might be pretty but ya sure are stupid to think I'd hurt ya doll. Ya see, yer ma girl and I'd never let anyone hurt you so that's why I had to bring ya here. Gotta protect ya!" Emmetts beard tickled against your cheek when he leaned in and kissed you. It took you by surprise and as much as you wanted to push him off and run, your legs wouldn't let you. Emmett's hands ran over your hips before yanking down your pajama shorts. A small gasp left your lips as the cool breeze blew across your wet spot on your panties.

Emmett had the pocket knife in his hand as he held it against your throat. "Now I know ya ain't the brightest star baby , but please don't try anything stupid. I'd had for ya to get hurt. Just let me do what I want to ya because yer mine ! And I will play with ya however I please." The blade ran across your pressure point, down between your breasts, over your stomach and finally ripped open your panties.

"So wet already. It shouldn't turn ya on that I've kidnapped ya and am holding your life in my hands and wet yer soaked." He teased you as his index finger toyed over your folds slowly while his lips attached to the pressure points on your neck biting gently until you snapped back into reality when he pulled away and the feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of you going faster with each second made your knees buckle while your hands gripped the work bench behind you. Emmett licked over the bite as he pumped his fingers harder. "What a freak you are sweetheart! Getting off on my fingers . " He couldn't handle it anymore and yanked his fingers out leaving a you feeling empty but only for a few seconds because once reality washed over you again that you were in fact getting fucked by your kidnapper, Emmett was already thrusting his fat cock into your tight pussy.

"Ya got a tight little pussy baby! It's mine!" He growled into your ear while snapping his hips into yours harder and harder. "Ya wanted this! Ya NEEDED this! Needed me to take care of ya. No one was ever satisfying enough for ya! " tears streamed down your face as Emmett took no mercy on you.

"Don't ya dare cry baby! Yer already so wet and your thighs are shaking! Can't believe yer going to cum because ya getting fucked by yer kidnapper and lover! So fucked up! Ya dirty slut! My! DIRTY! SLUT!" With each snap Emmett got closer to his own orgasm making you cry harder until the own feeling in your belly fired up.

"That's it pretty baby, cum on my cock while I fill you up and knock ya up! Look so good carrying my baby in ya belly!" His eyes rolled back into his head as he filled you to the brim with his cum which made your own orgasm hit you hard. You cried loudly while dragging your nails down his back.

"Aww see baby, ya really were meant to be mine and only mine." Emmett smirked down at you before giving the most loving kiss you've ever felt.

[sebsxphia]

Hi!

I was wondering if it was possible for you to do a Natasha Trace/Pheonix x fem!reader where Nat and the reader are arguing about something and Nat raises her hand/arm to prove or exagruate her point but the reader flinches away? Thanks

:)

sunrise and sunset.

natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader.

￫ c/w: angst, fluff, mentions of past abuse, implications of past abuse, crying and what you read in the ask is what it’s going to be.

￫ a/n: i loved this idea so much dear anon and it comforted me thinking about it with our sweet natasha. i hope you enjoy! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

You’ve had this conversation with Natasha many times before. You were leaning against your kitchen table with your arms folded tightly across your chest, Natasha mirroring your stance and leaning against the kitchen counter.

“I just worry, Nat. The uncertainty of it all, I mean… c’ mon. Can’t you see what this is like for me?”

It went like it always did. It was a stand off in your kitchen, late at night once Natasha was home and disclosed the possibility of another deployment and perhaps, a squadron mission. The weight of Natasha’s words never lulled and the blow to your gut never softened.

You wanted to be there for Nat, your Tash. You wanted to console her, ask how she was, ask what was next, but your deep fear of the unknown and being left alone in the world always bubbled to the surface first.

“For you? You don’t think I can’t see how this eats you up? You don’t think I care?” Natasha’s voice raised an octave higher. She would never shout at you, but her frustration was creeping through. “I will always care about you. I think about you every time I’m up in that sky.”

It was at this point that Natasha raised her arm to figuratively point towards the sky with her hand and you flinched away in a split second. Your body instinctively retreated into muscle memory and your brain went into auto drive. You turned away from her, feeling the tears sting the corners of your eyes.

A beat of deafening silence clouded your dimly lit kitchen. “Fuck-” Natasha breathed out, her eyes going wide, with panic clouding her normally bright and fiery gaze. “Baby? I’m so sorry, are you okay?” She reached out to place her hand on the table in your view, to tell you she was there but wouldn’t overstep anything if you didn’t want it right now. “I- I didn’t mean to. You know I would never.”

Natasha was aware of your past and she had done the most to help you. You know she didn’t mean it intentionally. “Just the heat of it all and you-” You motioned Natasha’s previous movements. “I’m sorry.”

You turned back to face her and Natasha could read your body language from years of learning you. She understood she could now bridge that gap and she gently placed her hands on your arms and gave them a light, reassuring squeeze.

“You never have to apologise. I am sorry.” She paused fleetingly as you met her eyes. “This whole situation is shit, but I never want you to think that I don’t think about you. Every time I see a sunset or sunrise when I’m flying, I always think of you. We’ll work this out, like we always do. Okay, my dove?”

You nodded. “Can we talk about this tomorrow, Tash? I’m so tired. I can’t think straight.”

“Of course, baby. Honestly, me neither. They got us flying the most God awful routes today. For the first time in five years I thought I was gon’ puke.”

You let out a small laugh with Natasha for the first time this evening. You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and she pulled you closer, smiling against you. “C’ mon. I want to kiss my sweet girl in bed.”

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[the-anime-enthusiast]

As per request of @tired-jaz here's some dabi fluff for the touya fans 😈 This is purely fluff but here's a lil quick disclaimer ⚠️ jaz this isn't totally what you asked for but Its still fluff and got some pretty sweet stuff in it 😭(pun intended) HOPE YALL ENJOY‼️

NOT AS SWEET

AS YOU (dabi x reader)

DAY ONE ☎️

"3 months, THREE WHOLE MONTHS NAKI. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? I havent felt the touch of aan, MY MAN, in three whole months", you scream into the phone, not caring the damage youve dealt to your sisters eardrums.

"Y/N" she screams back.

"Yes..." you retorted sheepishly with a slight ansgt.

"Isnt he coming bacm in like what? 3 DAYS?? I hate to break it to you gurl, BUT PLEASE, calm down, I get it but he'll be there soon."

"BUT"

"NO. NO BUTS. What happened to the logical and rational you i know? The one dabi fell in love with? Youll have him all to yourself in no time. I know its hard, especially cause you haven't been able to talk to him either, but honey please. Hell be there alright. ALRIGHT?"

you sigh, "I'll calm down. You're right I guess, don't wanna embarrass myself in front of him after 3 months..." you breathe out staring at your feet face reddening at the thought of your desperate actions. "I just miss him, a lot."

"Y/n...I get it, i really do, and i hate to do this right now, but i have to go, if you need anything youll tell me right?"

"Yeah yeah you know I will", you respond rolling your eyes simultaneously.

"REMEMBER" the sudden loud tone sending you to jump up, "3 DAYS THEN HES ALL YOURS. BYE BYE!" she acreams ending the call with a kissy sound.

Your hand drops down, looking at the caller ID

"I know" you wisper to yourself.

DAY TWO 💤

Grogginess? She practically your bestfriend you think rolling over to the other aide of your bed, arm slewn over your back orher cupping the side of the pillow youve found yourself clutching for dear life to the past couple of months.

"Dabi..." you whisper, eyes squeezing shut trying to imagine his face again as you bury your face into the pillow

"please come home" is the last thing your pillow hears before you pass out on top of it wishing it was him you were on top of instead.

Nothing could quite distract you from his absence like sleeping your life away.

DAY THREE 🍰

Anxiety was eating you alive like you were the twilight saga and a book worm was having a feild day.

"Nothing has changed between us right?" you thought. "Right?" you repeat to yourself, a sickening smile creeping on your face with tears pricked in the corners of your eyes.

"NO" you yell sitting up to hang of your bed.

"I WILL NOT BE SAD. I REFUSE. ONE MORE DAY

"Y/N. YOU GOT THIS! I GOT THIS? I GOT THIS." you chant storming to your kitchen. Given the ungodly amount of sleep you got yesterday, you hadnt eaten barely anything but leftover cookies and some milk.

"OH. MY. GOD." you aggravatingly sighed out

"I'M SO DAMN HUNGRY" followed by a whine as the refridgerator swining open, and then the realization hit you, you wouldn't be surprised if dust and a moth flew out with the door.

"DAMN INGREDIENT HOUSEHOLD WHAT THE HELL" you yell falling to your knees while slamming the fridge shut, followed by a bang on the door with your fist.

Your head soon met the door as well with your begging you from 2 weeks ago to stop the decision of purely doordashing food to your front door while dabi was gone, leaving you broke as hell. Checking your bank account wasn't any better than the fridge, but in optimism you tell yourself, if theres one thing an ingredient household will get you, its crazy amazing dessert recipes made out of practically thin air.

-skip to later that night-

"Holy shit-" you breathe out

"Holy fucking shit, so. much. dessert. So many... everything?" you question scanning your kitchen surroundings, brownies, cookies, Tres Leches, cookie dough, instant jello, popsicles?

"How in the actual hell...did i make...popsicles..."

you whisper before collapsing of exhaustion.

Slowly picking up your phone to check the time, you read 2:45 a.m.

Following is a look of worry, exhaustion, and confusion as you pass out on the kitchen floor.

DAY FOUR - DABI'S COMING HOME

My keys slowy make their way into the key hole, first sturggling due to my franticness to see her. My girl.

"y/n" I whisper out getting frustrated that the key keeps getting stuck.

"Dammit!' i whisper yell as the door finnalg flys open crashing against the wall behind it.

"What the hell? Why does it smell like...HUH?"

He screeches feasting his eyes on the copious piles of desserts covering every kitchen surface.

"What the hell..." he whispers, barely taking the time to notice you crashed out on the kitchen floor.

"Y/n..." he whispers leaning down to you, a look of pity and concern stretching across his otherwise emotionless face.

"baby..." is the last thing he says before reaching behind your neck and waist to hoist you up into his arms.

A feeling of warmth overcomes your body, a feeling of comfort, one you cant quit explain while wrapped up in your Candy Land like dream, one where you of all people were a diety of dessert. Slowly coming back to consciousness you hear the words of your lover...

"baby" you feel whispered against your ear, the familar voice sending shocks through your body.

No matter the lack of sleep and energy spent on your Master Chef Desserts you shot up clinging to dabi like it was the last time.

"DABI" you screeched into his ear as he pulls you in closer.

He presses a kiss to your ear, "hey princess, missed you baby" he says pressing a second one right after the other.

The feeling practically melts you, nothing beats some sweet love from your lover, especially the physical lind.

"Dabi" you sigh

"Yes princess?"

"Kiss me again?"

"Hm?"

You grab his collar pulling his face for his eyes to look into yours.

"KISS ME" you growl locking his eyes with yours noticing the sly smirk spreading across his beautiful face.

"Alright alright, i heard you the first time" he chuckles cupping your cheek and pulling your waist flush against his stomach.

"Since you ask so nicely..." he teases bringing your face close to his.

You can't explain it, maybe its the lack of him you've experienced the past three months or his overall deamenor but its like you cant think anymore. Everythings fuzzy, your nose filled with the smell of the previously baked sweets mixed with the ash and cigarette smell on his collar. You lose complete control melting into his hands, making him work to keep your body up as his lips meet yours. You make note of the gentleness he's displaying, something not often seen, even behind closed doors. It doesn't feel like hes going to give you the night of your life, or like hes about to do whataver he wants to you, he feels like he's about to hold you until the sun comes up, bury his head in your neck, lay you on his chest kissing your head, whispering sweet nothings like

"you're so beautiful baby..."

or

"i missed you so much" followed by his nose burrowing in your hair.

'you miss me too pretty girl?"

maybe a

"Im here its alright princess..."

or maybe

"you need anything baby?"

its almost out of charcter for him, but somethings changed, the way he holds you, something happened. He holds you now like hes actaully scared to lose you. His kiss isn't filled with lust, but love, pure innocent love, one you've never felt, you think leaning more into the kiss slowly making your backs way down to the floor.

His lips press deeper into yours, never wanting to leave but nevertheless he pulls away leaning over your frozen body beneath him.

"Baby" he whispers moving your face so his eyes meet his, given you were hiding it out of embarrassment.

"Yes..." you wisper back peering up into his beautiful eyes, taking note of the difference in his stare. He holds there for awhile, staring into your eyes, searching in them like he'll find something, still holding your face lovingly.

Your left hand comes to meet his hand on your face cupping over it shooting him a small smile.

"Dabi? "

"Hm?" he hums back seeming to come back to reality.

"S-sorry" he stutters a bit, a like shade of pink running across his cheecks.

Your smile never leaves as you bring your other hand up to meet his face, pulling it down to your head to rest his forehead against yours.

"I love you" you whisper.

"Hm..." he hums with a slight chuckle sending a look of horror to your face. His laugh grows as he puts more pressure against your foreheads.

"I'm just teasing baby" he says moving his mouth to kiss your forehead as he pulls you up to sit with him, pulling his hand of your cheek to allow more balance on the way up.

"Just teasing" he repeats moving to kiss your cheek allowing another small smile to come up on your face as his hand meets your face again. He follows with small kisses peppering across your cheeks, forehead, nose, jaw line, and even some daring to your neck. All that's heard throughout your shared apartment is small giggles and the sound of his lips coming off of your skin.

"Hey princess" he says looking for some focus as he comes up to cup both your cheeks.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Your face goes an ungodly red.

"Hm?" you question, face blank, leaving him to chuckle to himself.

"I love you baby" he repeats giving you a warm smile leaning his forhead bacm against yours.

"I..." you smile back... "I love you too dabi" you whisper allowing his lips to come back to yours for one final kiss before your mouths are otherwise occupied scarfing down the pile of treats waiting for you on the counter.

"Pretty sweet huh?" you tease bumping your hips into his.

"Not as sweet as you baby" he replies a sweet smile spreading on both your faces as you match each other's gaze.