#i was somewhat worried about bill seeing me in the shower

[bigfemboyenergy]

do you ever remember that the shadow your showerhead makes looks awfully like bill cipher

and then you remember you were afraid of the capital a’s on soap bottles bc they were triangles so youd turn them around so bill couldnt watch you as easily?

no one?. just me?.. 😔

[myzticbean]

I love nothing in the world so well as you

Title: I love nothing in the world so well as you

Pairing: Qin Che | Sylus / MC (fem! reader) Tags: 18+ Explicit sexual content, PWP -- oral sex, fingering, shower sex, multiple orgasms. Basically, a lot of good sex :) Can also read at: AO3

Who would have thought? I mused, sitting propped up on a mountain of pillows in the extravagantly big bed in Sylus’ bedroom. The black silk sheets bunched around my waist (matching my black silk and lace negligee, courtesy of said man), the television a low hum of noise in the background while we both read our datapads.

Sylus had only been up for a few hours, while I was getting ready to crash - it was already way past my normal Linkon sleep schedule, and my body was telling me to give up the fight. But I just wanted a few more minutes…

Sighing, I threw away the datapad before noisily collapsing against his shoulder. “What are you reading?” I asked in belated interest, trying to peer down at the screen before he skillfully trapped me against his side with one arm.

He - much more calmly - put the datapad on the bedside table before he gathered me into his arms. I struggled to kick free of the sheets since he was laying on top of the bedding. 

“Are you pouting, kitten?” he asked, and the huskiness of his voice never failed to send a little shiver of delight down my spine. I pretended to be offended by the ridiculous nickname, nipping at his shoulder. 

“Why would I be pouting?” I asked, with what was definitely not a pout. 

“Why, indeed?” he countered, staring down at me. The fireplace was crackling (it didn’t matter that it was summer and the air conditioning needed to be turned way down, because Sylus said it was the ambiance that mattered more than the electric bill), and the flickering light made the red tint in his eyes shine like a cat’s gaze in the otherwise dark room. 

“I’ve fed you, watered you, played with you, what more could my kitten desire?” he questioned, his lip quirking in faint amusement at my very disgruntled expression. 

I wallowed unhappily in his arms, flipping around so that my face was turned away from his even as I sprawled across his lap and chest. “Hmph,” I grunt, nestling my face deeper into his shoulder before giving him another bite. When I released it, I could see a damp patch in the dark dress shirt from the press of my tongue and teeth. 

His breath stuttered, just a little, but I caught it and hid a pleased smile. I nuzzled into the firm muscles of his shoulder, drawing up my legs and hooking one knee over his, while the other slipped between his thighs. I slipped one hand behind his back in a loose embrace, my fingers smoothing along the crisp shirt at the base of his spine. The other hand I tucked underneath my chin, sighing. 

Sylus wrapped his arms a little tighter around me, lowering his head to press the softest kiss against the crown of my head. 

“What is it you need, sweetie?” he asked, his lips still buried in my hair and his warm breath puffing against my skin. His voice was almost painfully gentle. The heat, and the sweetness, made me squirm in pleasure. 

“I’ve missed you,” I finally admitted, my face still turned away. “And you’ve been so busy…”

I trailed off, reminded a little of my original unhappiness. I wanted to bite him for a third time, but managed to resist. 

“You were hurt,” he answered, and now his voice was firm and low. Deadly, even, for those who knew what to look for. “I’ve made sure it won’t happen a second time.”

I finally turned my head back towards his, peering up at his face from where I lay propped up on his chest. 

“That’s what you were worried about?” I asked, somewhat surprised. Sylus hadn’t seemed that affected, and the wounds weren’t any worse than a typical Wanderer battle. I had been unexpectedly caught in the crossfire of a subway dispute in the N109 zone while on my way back to him. 

When I helped citizens duck for cover, it was as I was sheltering a little kid that those losers took advantage of my distraction, a stray bullet zipping right over my shoulder. The shock and burn of the bullet took my breath away, but my muscle memory kicked in, and I turned, shooting the attacker in the chest. The fight had been quickly subdued after that.

“You could have been shot in the head if his aim had been just a little better,” Sylus said through gritted teeth. 

“Oh,” I said. I paused, before asking, “How did you know that?”

“I found the security footage.” His gaze was dark, his eyes lowered and watchful as he waited for my response. Mephisto had not been with me that day, so I figured there was a good chance my actions might have gone unnoticed (except for the exceptionally painful bullet graze). 

“Ah.” Eloquent as always, I knew. “I didn’t want to worry you,” I admitted. I stroked my palm down his back, as if soothing imaginary ruffled feathers. 

“That worries me even more.” His quiet voice was now even lower. “Does that mean something like this has happened before and you didn’t tell me?”

“Of course not!” I answered before my brain had even caught up with the question. “I mean, okay, I’ve gotten injured fighting Wanderers of course. But not when I’ve been with you.” 

It seemed to settle some of his frustration, though obviously the idea of any injuries were distasteful to him. “You really need to be more careful, sweetie,” he finally grumbled after a long-suffering sigh. I muffled a laugh in his chest, my hand creeping up to cover my mouth as I leaned into his embrace. 

“Why else have you been upset?” Sylus asked when my laughter settled, and I rested my forehead against his collar. I slipped both arms around his waist as he reclined back against the pillows propping us up. 

“No reason,” I answered slyly, hiding a shy grin. 

“I can feel you smiling, kitten,” he said with a smirk. “Don’t lie to me.” 

“I wanted you to know that I was feeling better ages ago,” I admitted. His shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, exposed his throat and the barest glimpse of his chest, so I ducked in to press my lips to his hot skin. He always ran so warm. 

“Oh?” he drawled. “How much better are you feeling now?”

“Very, very much better.” I didn’t even have bandages on my shoulder anymore. 

“And what would you like me to do now that you’re feeling very much better?” His voice was husky and he was practically purring in my ear. I shivered, the warm puff of his breath and his deep baritone igniting all of my senses. 

I drew back, withdrawing my arms from his waist to prop myself up on his chest. I shifted slightly, my leg now pressing up against his groin as I rode his thigh. 

“I would very much like it if you would fuck me,” I said ( ahem , demanded), though a blush I couldn’t control immediately made my cheeks warm. 

He swallowed thickly, his eyes heavy lidded and glowing in the firelight with dawning desire. “How?” he asked.

“What do you mean how?” I shot back, a little petulant. 

“How do you want me to fuck you?” He shifted to brace his foot more firmly on the bed and bent his knee, grinding me a little harder onto his thigh as he lifted me slightly off the mattress. I gasped, collapsing forward onto his chest as I arched to press back against his thigh. 

The thin black triangle of fabric between my legs did nothing to block the heat from his body, the smooth fabric of his pants adding a delicious friction as my thighs clenched around his. I wriggled a little, my hips shifting unconsciously to chase that sweet rub against my clit.

“Y-you know how I like it,” I finally answered, feeling a little dazed at how quickly my body was heating up. I was already getting damp, panties slick and tucked into the folds of my pussy. Without stopping to think (Sylus always said he preferred taking action, after all), I lowered one hand to shift my underwear to one side. With my negligee still tucked between us, he couldn’t quite see what I was doing, but I knew he could feel it as soon as I pressed my now bare pussy against the seam of his black slacks.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, licking his lips as his hands slid down to grip my hips. “Take what you want from me.” He adjusted his leg, adding a little more pressure as he rocked me harder against his thigh. I tried to stifle a moan, curling a little into his broad chest as my hands wandered down his stomach. I felt the muscles twitch and ripple even through his shirt. I was desperate to put my hands on his bare skin, but the teasing warmth while he was still fully dressed sent tingles of excitement through me. 

My nipples tightened, clearly visible through the silk, the neckline dipping in a gentle wave against the small curves of my breasts. His bright gaze dropped to the teasing shadow.

“Pull down the straps. Slowly,” he ordered. I didn’t want to move my hands away from him, and I hesitated, my hands already near his belt. 

“ Now , sweetie. Otherwise I’ll stop what I’m doing.” His hands tightened on my hips, a gentle warning. 

I pulled away from him and he lowered his leg a little, allowing me to kneel on the bed. Sliding my hands up my thighs, ghosting over his hands on my hips, and teasing over the soft curve of my belly, I wanted to draw it out and torment him just as much as he was doing to me. 

I smiled, a sultry, inviting curve of my lips that I knew he couldn’t resist. My fingers, pale against the midnight silk of my slip, teased every dip and hollow of my own body. My nail caught the edge of one nipple, tight and thrusting forward under his hot gaze, and I caught my bottom lip between my teeth.

It felt so good…and it had been so long since we had last played in bed thanks to my previous injury and his hectic travel schedule. 

“Like this?” I whispered, my other hand coming up to cup the other breast, plumping it up as the neckline dipped dangerously low, the pale pink of one nipple now peeking above the fabric. With the other hand, I tugged at one slender strap and it slipped off my shoulder, delicately resting in the crease of my elbow. Immediately one side of the gown dropped, exposing one breast completely. The palm still fondling the other breast shifted, now covering the nipple from his gaze. 

My nipple throbbed against my palm, and I imagined how hot and wet his mouth would feel, licking and sucking at my breasts. “If I take this off, I want you to use your mouth on me while I come on your thigh,” I tried to negotiate, my voice slightly strangled as I imagined it. 

He cursed low under his breath, tipping his head back as he swallowed heavily. He slid his hands around to cup my ass, but blocked me from any further movement. I whined in protest, trying to lift my hands to wrap around his neck. I leaned forward, peppering frantic kisses to his adams apple, his neck, his collarbone, any skin within reach. 

“How,” he started, swallowing again, “how do you want me to use my mouth?” His eyes speared me in place, and I shivered against him in response. 

“I need you,” I whispered. “So much.” 

“I know, baby. Tell me what you need,” he coaxed, his hands spasming against my bottom. 

“I want you to lick my nipples, suck on my breasts, bite my neck,” I tried to say, but my breath was coming in little pants. He shuddered beneath me. “I want to feel your mouth everywhere. Anywhere.” 

“Take it off,” he growled. “Right now.”

I immediately tugged at my nightgown, the delicate silk stretching and the seams crackling as I tried to whip it over my head. It got tangled briefly in my hair (embarrassing), but with a muffled chuckle, Sylus reached up with one hand to help tug me free. 

I threw it off the side of the bed, and now Sylus could see the tiny straps of my thong and the fabric pushed to the side. Slick patches appeared on his black slacks and the skin of my thighs, the puffy folds of my pussy appearing pink and swollen already. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. I had already made an absolute mess on his slacks. 

“I’m not going to last long,” I moaned. I caught a glimpse of the hard outline of his cock trapped against his leg, and I knew he was just as desperate for me. 

“Did you come when I wasn’t here?” I asked, picking up a smooth, gliding rhythm. “If you did, I won’t forgive you.” Between the heat and friction, I was already getting close, tingles of pleasure rushing through my veins. 

“What would you do to me if I did?” He shifted, tugging me closer and tighter on this thigh, and now I could feel his cock pressing up against me through his slacks. I shuddered, a gasp escaping as I squeezed myself against the heated length. 

“I…I would…not let you come tonight,” I grumbled, panting. “Now, you better kiss me, or I’m going to kick you out of bed and take care of it myself.”

“Oh?” he asked in disbelief, before tossing the question back to me, his tone mocking. “Did you come when I wasn’t there?”

“Twice every night,” I lied shamelessly before laughing at his twisted expression. 

He lunged forward, holding me almost painfully tight as he kissed me deeply. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, before chasing and following it back into my own. Slick, wet and hot, all I could feel was the glide of his tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned, tilting my head back so he could thrust himself even deeper inside. I could feel saliva pooling helplessly in my mouth. He was drinking me in, briefly pulling away to swallow, and a thin string connected our mouths. Seeing it in porn was never a turn on, but with his mouth swollen and slick, it made me want to bite his lips mercilessly. 

“Sy, darling, I’m going to die if I don’t come now,” I begged. 

“We haven’t even gotten started,” he said, laughing low and rough. “Don’t give up so soon.”

“I haven’t seen you in weeks,” I reminded him. 

“I thought you said you’d been pleasuring yourself twice a night, sweetie. You don’t have any excuses,” he replied, his voice a little strained when I clamped tight around his thigh. 

Instead of arguing with him further, I reached out, carding my fingers through his hair before clenching my hands into fists lightly, and tugging him insistently down. “Your mouth,” I reminded him, before I arched my back, pressing my breasts closer to his face. 

Sylus bared his teeth in unspoken reprimand before he bowed his head, his heated mouth pressing against my skin. Darting out his tongue, he slicked a slow, meandering path along the top curve of one breast, before dragging his lips to the other. He lifted one hand to palm my flesh, cupping and plumping the weight. When he nipped at the delicate skin, a small red bloom was left behind as he moved slowly closer to my nipple. 

It was just the right amount of pressure and release, small little bites soothed by strokes of his tongue. I writhed on his lap, riding both the heated press of his cock still trapped in his slacks and the thickly muscled thigh that flexed and lifted in time with my motions. I could feel my hips start to buck, small at first and then more wildly the closer I edged to climax just from the stimulation to my clit. I finally released his hair and reached down, pulling back the puffy flesh to expose the pulsing little nub and my drenched core.

He groaned when he saw my pussy, and he suddenly cupped my breast more firmly, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking strongly. The pull at my breast combined with the heated press to my clit sent me over the edge, sparks shooting up and down my body. I clung to his shoulders and cried out his name, riding out waves of my climax. 

I slumped, trembling, back into his embrace, the last shuddering flickers of my orgasm sending little licks of fire down my legs. “Oh my,” I sighed, nuzzling my face into his chest as I slid bonelessly down into his lap.

“Don’t quit on me now, sweetie,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he smoothed a palm down my back, soothing away the little aftershocks. 

I laughed breathlessly. “Just give me a second, and I’ll be ready for round two, I promise.”

Sylus lifted me off his lap, settling me back onto the bed and half-propped up in the mountain of pillows at the headboard. He slipped my panties down my legs as I sprawled into the comfortable nest.

I glanced down at his slacks, reaching out to rub a finger in the soaked patch on his thigh. I tickled my fingers upwards to the second spot directly over his still-hard cock.

“Did you have fun, kitten?” he asked playfully, watching my fingers trail along his length.

“Mmhm,” I hummed, pleased with myself when he groaned and climbed to his feet beside the bed. Without comment, he began unbuttoning his dress shirt, baring his chest. 

I licked my lower lip, eyes squinting in lazy admiration. He was so attractive, it should be illegal. I decided to tell him as such, which just made him laugh quietly. In moments, he had already shrugged off the shirt, unbuckled his belt and pushed down his slacks (he had apparently decided to go commando today), and his cock was finally freed, red and pulsing with need. The glimmering firelight shot streaks of orange and red glow across his skin. 

“Sylus,” I whispered, opening my arms in invitation. He slid on the bed, crawling up to kneel before me and shifting forward so that my legs parted on either side of his hips. He sat back on his heels, thighs flexing, and he reverently smoothed his hands down my legs to my ankles. 

His cock jutted up between us, thick and flushed. I couldn’t help but stare at the sight he made, looming over me, surrounding me with his muscled flesh and strong body. I felt so small, but protected, underneath him. 

I slid my hands over his shoulders, lightly scoring his flesh with my nails just like a kitten he always said I reminded him of. Sylus grunted, a pleased sound, and he shifted even closer. He lifted one of my legs up and looped it over the crook of one arm, anchoring me in place, while he wrapped the other leg around his waist. 

“Now sweetie,” he began as he positioned me gently. With my legs spread, I was completely exposed, knowing he could see just how wet and excited I was. He swallowed hard, looking me over as if he were a starving man suddenly presented with a banquet. 

“I’m going to fuck you, and it’s going to be raw and hard,” he said almost conversationally, but his eyes, glimmering with barely-banked desire in the low firelight, belied the casual tone. 

“Yes,” I whimpered, feeling another little pulse of liquid at my core. I knew he could see it, smell it, practically taste it in the sex-riddled air. 

He crouched over, covering me, holding his weight off of me as he gave me a long, deep kiss. He still held my legs captive, and I clenched my thighs, wanting to press even more tightly against his body. 

I settled more deeply into the pillows, and he released his hold on my leg wrapped around his waist to brace himself, hand near my ribs as we curled together. His other arm still held one of my legs up over it, keeping me spread wide and open to his hot gaze. 

“I need you,” I said softly, pleading. I could feel myself dripping, the sheets damp beneath my body. Sometimes our evenings were nothing but long, extended foreplay; sweet, drugging kisses and hours of exploration.

But it had been so long, and my body was so primed, I felt ready to explode if he wasn’t inside me soon. The earlier orgasm had only taken the edge off, but I yearned for him. I hummed a little, a small purr I know drove him crazy.

His hips snapped forward, his dick pressed against my pussy, and wetted the length of it with my sex. He gave another small thrust, the head sliding past my clit before he withdrew and thrust again. “Get me wet, baby.” His voice was a low rumble of lust. 

“Why are you teasing me?” I asked, the barest hint of a whine in my voice as I panted. He was so hot, his cock felt like a brand against my sensitive skin. I wanted to arch and wiggle to capture him inside of me, but with his vise-like grip holding me in place, I couldn’t move. 

“I thought my naughty little kitten wanted to play,” he murmured, eyes lowered as he watched his cock tease my pussy. Tingles swept through me with each stroke, little shudders wracking my body. I was almost embarrassed by how wet I was. I could feel his thighs, bracketed under my legs and hips, slick with my arousal. I tilted my head back into the pillows, my shoulders and back arching as I brought one hand up to tweak my nipples, roughly tugging at the tender bud swollen from his mouth earlier. 

With my free hand, I reached down between my legs, stroking the head of his cock as he pumped himself against me, coating the entire length with my fluid. He huffed, head dropping back as he briefly stilled, obviously trying to control himself. I swirled my fingertips over the spongy head, dipping briefly to the slit to swirl the beads of precum leaking from the tip.

He settled back on his heels, and using one hand, he slicked his fingers along the seam of my pussy. “So wet,” he murmured, sinking one finger inside of me. I cried out, the calloused pad of his finger igniting little flames as he pumped one finger, swirling it inside of me, stretching me gently but quickly. Without pausing, he added another finger, scissoring and thrusting them deeper. 

“That’s enough, do it,” I said. I shivered over and over, my toes curling. 

“No, sweetie, not just yet,” he said, his eyes locked on his fingers. He curled them, and I could feel another orgasm already building as he rubbed that perfect spot inside of me. I felt so full and empty at the same time.

“I don’t want to come like this, I want you inside of me,” I said, voice catching as I tried to swallow. 

“I won’t let you, kitten,” he answered, a smirk twisting his lips. “You’re only allowed to come around my dick.”

“Sylus,” I hissed, and without answering, he added one more finger. I felt so full, his fingers long and large, but I know his cock will still spread me even further. The walls of my pussy clenched around the digits, and I could hear the sucking sound as he pumped inside of me, his fingers curling and stroking me. The pleasure felt like white hot flames licking at my skin. 

Finally, I reached down and gripped his cock in my hand, leaving no room for him to pull away. “Fuck me, my love,” I demanded. I lined him up with my pussy. “No more waiting.”

I don’t know if it was the endearment (admitting my adoration for him always sent him into orbit, I thought fondly), or my handling, but he wasn’t playful anymore. 

Instead, he thrust into me, deep and slow and filling every inch of me he could reach. His length and size caused the most delicious stretch and burn, no matter how ready I was. He lifted a little on his knees, bracing more heavily above me, his hand tight on my thigh as he pressed into me so deep I could practically feel him in my womb. 

“Yes,” I hissed, the pleasant ache causing another rush of wetness to dampen between my thighs. He didn’t bother to answer, focused on my face and body and he continued to work his way into me, loosening my body with every rhythmic pump and withdrawal. 

I let loose a throaty moan, my spine arching again uncontrollably, trying to bear down on his cock. My internal muscles flexed and spasmed, wanting to suck him deeper, the wet sounds growing louder and louder. As he pulled out, I whimpered in loss before he flexed forward to fill me once more. 

“Are you ready, sweetie?” he asked, a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead from his restraint. 

I propped myself up, curling forward a little to rest my hands on his shoulders. I could see him now, his cock red and angry, sliding into my body, and I felt full to bursting. The pleasure was almost unbearable, as I watched his cock, wet from my juices pull out of me before thrusting back into my stretched, pink pussy. I could feel my body trembling around his flesh.

“Yes, yes, more,” I begged, my eyes glued to where we were connected. I had wanted to give him a deep, lingering kiss, but I was so distracted by the erotic sight, I could hardly focus. I missed the tight grin twitch at the corner of his mouth before he bit his lip roughly. A hint of red appeared on his lip before he licked it away. 

He thrust forward, harder and faster than before, pistoning in and out of my body. I flopped back into the nest of pillows, eyes hazy from pleasure. I panted heavily through my mouth, my entire body jerking with each rough thrust he pounded into me. He bent over, curling me into a little ball since he still held one leg captive, his tongue fucking into my mouth in the same rhythm as his cock. Saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth as I moaned around his tongue, the sucking sounds of my pussy growing louder and louder. 

Every ridge, every vein, I felt like I could feel every curve of his cock, electricity sparking along my spine. My toes curled when he finally let go of my leg, and I wrapped it tightly around his hips and waist, leveraging myself up into his lap.

His thighs flexed with each pump, his body bracing mine off the bed so he could get an even deeper angle. His pubic bone bumped roughly against my clit each time he bottomed out, my pussy sucking him deeper as he curved against the perfect spot, igniting my body to a fever pitch. 

He reached down between my legs, thumbing my clit roughly. There was no gentle stimulation, and I was still so sensitive from my first orgasm, it was pleasure that edged into pain. I trembled, crying out tearfully.

“More, more,” I pleaded, sobbing. He strummed my clit again, thrusting into me even more deeply, little growls rumbling in his chest as he stared down at me. I writhed, almost violently, at the sharp sparks of electricity that shot through my body. My thighs tightened, ankles crossing behind his back as I tried to press back into his hips on each thrust. 

“I want you to come now,” he demanded, his voice husky and tight with pleasure, and without warning, two calloused fingers tightened on my clit, the pressure pushing me into another immediate orgasm. I could feel my clit pulsing between his fingertips, my cunt clamping down on his cock so hard I think we both saw stars. I screamed my pleasure, trembling and crying. I could feel his cock pulsing once, twice, pumping furiously into my spasming pussy, before a gush of hot fluid filled me inside. The pressure of his dick, the painful swelling of my clit, and the warmth of his release prolonged my orgasm, breathlessly crying out his name over and over at the stimulation. 

“That’s right kitten, let me hear you,” he purred, leaning down to lick at the tear tracks on my cheeks. He pulsed forward, plugging me so tight I felt like I was going to burst. He was still hard, cock twitching inside of me. 

I moaned, throat hoarse. “Darling, I…”

“One more time,” he coaxed, his voice a low rumble that sent a throb of pleasure through my core. I instinctively tightened again, and he muffled a groan. 

“I can’t,” I gasped. “I’m too sensitive.” 

“I know you can, sweetie,” and his voice was so guttural with need I couldn’t stop the shudders wracking my body. “Look, I won’t even move,” and as he stared hotly down at me under him, I could feel his still-hard cock flexing inside of me. 

“Oh, oh,” I moaned, my hands still clenching and releasing on his shoulders, kneading him unconsciously in time with each twitch. I wanted to twist my hips, but his hand had left my clit to return to my waist, holding me in place. 

“I thought you were too tender,” he tutted, his tone now a little playful in his post-orgasmic haze. “How about this instead?”

With one smooth motion, he flipped us both so that I now lay on my side, half-propped on the pillows while he lay curled behind me. He entered me again before I had time to catch my breath, this angle now deeper and more pointed inside of me.

I grunted, my body baring down on him again and there was a little gush of fluid between my legs, a mixture of his semen and my climax. The silk bedding was wet and a little warm under our bodies. 

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured in my ear, my head pressed back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. One of his hands cupped my breast, kneading the tingling flesh before giving the nipple a pinch. My hands smoothed along the arms bracketing me, and I lifted one leg to prop over his knee. He hummed in appreciation. “How does that feel?”

“Not bad,” I answered, hiding my grin as he gave a sharp little thrust behind me. As I stared down my body, all I could see was his cock disappearing inside of me, my pussy stretched tight around him. 

“Don’t lie to me, sweetie,” he said, nipping my ear in reprimand. He went still, but I could feel him flexing inside of me again, right against that sweet little spot that never failed to make sparks quiver along my nerves. 

I gasped quietly. “Really, really good,” I finally answered. I reached down, feeling the length of him against my thigh and rubbed my fingers where we connected. He shuddered this time, unable to help giving me an extra pump as my fingertips swirled along his cock.

“Don’t tempt me, kitten,” Sylus grumbled, his breath puffing along the sensitive curve of my ear. “I want to take my time.” He gave my ear a sweep of his tongue before he tugged at my earlobe with a light grip of his teeth.

I settled back more firmly into his embrace, my hips and back arching to press my backside into his groin. I wiggled with a tiny, breathless laugh. 

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his lips drifting in a light kiss over my ear, then my cheek and my temple. His heartbeat was thumping steadily against my back. 

“Mmm,” I hummed happily, closing my eyes. “Missed you, too.” I felt cocooned in his warmth, my hands resting against his forearms. 

He curled his thighs along the back of mine, snuggling me deeper into the curve of his lap as he propped himself up on one arm, leaning over me. He touched my chin, turning my face to meet his as he kissed me deeply, his teeth nipping at my lips until they parted, his tongue smoothly entering my mouth in a long, sultry caress. My tongue darted out shyly to meet his, my kitten-like swipes teasing him to enter further. All of my senses were drowning in him -- his fiery taste, that slightly smokey scent from his favorite brand of cigarettes, and the heat and strength of his body. 

When he finally released me, I was panting weakly for breath and my nerves were so sensitive, even the whisper of air from the fan above us sent a small jolt through my body. I licked my lips, damp and swollen from his kisses. 

“Sylus,” I whisper longingly. He gave a slow pulse inside of me, hardly moving, but I clenched as if he had pounded into me. My skin was tingling, small goosebumps prickling along my legs as he dropped one hand to flutter it over the soft skin of my belly. 

“What do you want, sweetie?” he asked again, but this time his voice was a deep, slow drawl of pleasure. 

I didn’t answer, rubbing my face back into the pillow, my body softening and a little tender now that the initial flush of arousal was spent. I flexed my muscles around his still-hard length inside of me, hearing the soft, wet sound. I flushed, faintly embarrassed by the noise. 

“Hmm, I know what you need,” Sylus answered himself, slowly withdrawing. I whined, not ready to stop just yet, but with the cooling moisture between our bodies, I was starting to get uncomfortable. He lifted me into his arms, cradling me as he slid smoothly off the bed. 

I peppered his face with soft kisses, brushing his lips, chin, and throat. “My kitten is always so cuddly after she’s been pleased,” he chuckled, catching my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle nip as he shouldered open the bathroom door. 

“Meow,” I purred playfully, pretending to bat at his shoulder. He moved into the large bathroom, settling me on my feet by the walk-in shower, flipping the handle to warm up the water. I clenched my thighs, a sticky feeling between my legs. His gaze was deep and dark, his eyes drifting down to the glimmer of fluid staining my thighs.

He stepped away to fiddle with the lights, a softer illumination compared to the usual brightness. I stepped into the shower and he puttered around gathering towels, hiding a shy smile as he grabbed a washcloth to clean himself off. 

“Grab me a hair tie, darling?” I asked, raising my voice to be heard above the water. I didn’t want to have to dry my hair again before crashing into bed. I let the hot water sluice down my body, fingering the ache between my legs as I gently rubbed away the sticky fluids. I quickly cleaned myself up. 

When Sylus entered the shower behind me, he twisted my hair up into a bun, careful not to roughly tug the strands. 

“Let me do it,” he murmured gently, reaching over my head for the body soap settled on the ledge. I could hear him lathering the soap as I faced into the spray, and he tugged me out of the water to lean back against his chest, sliding his long, soapy fingers across my collarbones.

I let out a happy sigh as he kneaded my shoulders before slipping down my arms, rubbing in circles and long, smooth swipes of his hands. He tangled his fingers with mine, lifting them to press a quick kiss to the back of my hands before he let go and cleaned my fingers one by one. 

His palms and fingers, rough with callouses from boxing and weapon training, swept over my body, massaging my muscles and digging into sore spots I didn’t even know I had. He turned me around in the water spray, kneeling in front of me as he palmed the length of my legs before he whispered for me to spread my legs. 

Gently swiping his hand along the seam of my flesh, he gently petted and soaped my thighs before he traced his thumbs higher. My head nodded to the side, watching him as he glanced back up to meet my eyes.  I propped one foot up on the shower bench, reaching down to spread the tender, puffy lips of my pussy. I was flushed pink, a little sore, but still hungry for him.

He rinsed the suds away before he palmed my butt and tilted my hips forward towards his hungry mouth. He licked at my clit, lapping at it gently, before tracing his tongue down my pussy, sliding wetly between the lips. I could feel the slick, slightly rough pad of his tongue as he buried it further, pointed and hot and nimble. He swallowed, his tongue darting forward to lap at my shivering little hole, tracing the rim with warm strokes. He thrust it forward, surprisingly deeply, as I cried out, sliding my hands through his hair to grip his head. I cupped my hips forward, begging him wordlessly to dive even deeper inside of me. 

He slipped in two fingers next to his tongue, one hand still holding onto my butt to help rock me forward into his mouth. I slipped the foot that was on the bench over his shoulder as he crouched in front of me, wrapping my leg tightly over his back. He grunted in pleasure, his mouth busy sucking and licking at my pussy, his nose nudging at my clit as he finger and tongue-fucked me until I was dripping. I moaned, clenching my fingers tightly in his hair as I rubbed myself off on his tongue and fingers.

“I’m so close,” I said, my breath stuttering in time to my hips bucking against his face. 

“Not yet,” he commanded, pulling away despite my protest to pick me up in his arms. He stepped away from the spray, my back now against the tiles as I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. 

He didn’t even give me time to suck in a breath at the chilly tiles, thrusting into me deeply. I didn’t feel the burn this time, just a wonderful, aching fullness stretching me. He was diamond hard, rocking shallowly at first before bottoming out with one or two thrusts, buried all the way inside. He did it over and over, building my orgasm.

I cried out, calling his name, trying to stretch it out as long as possible. I could feel it hovering just within reach, so close, and I sobbed as my pussy clamped down. I went wild, my hips bucking as he pounded into me, his own groan muffled as he bit down on my shoulder hard. I could feel the imprint of his teeth and tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, so good, oh my god, I’m gonna-” I could feel it, the absolute shattering as I climaxed so hard I squirted, the fluid splashing on his belly as I writhed in his arms. He followed me a few thrusts later, his teeth still gripping my neck and shoulder as he fucked me hard through his own orgasm.

I went boneless in his arms, aftershocks quivering through me as I pulsed around his cock, his hot come filling me up so full, I could see my stomach getting tight. He thrust up, once again keeping it inside of me, plugging me so tight I could practically see the outline of his dick. 

“Sy, love, I’m so full,” I said, leaning my head back against the tiles in exhaustion. He twitched, still hard. 

“No, no more,” I said as he finally stood upright, admiring the deep bite on the curve of my neck and shoulder. 

“Are you positive?” he asked, not moving. I hung limply in his arms, my arms draped over his shoulders. “I can go all night long. It’s been so long, don’t you remember?”

“Absolutely not,” I groaned, pushing at his shoulder. The shower was still running, and I needed to clean myself off - again . 

He didn’t argue, slowly lowering me to my feet, and gently guiding me into the spray. He grabbed more soap, squirting some into my hand and his own, before he quickly wiped himself down. He angled himself into the spray, rinsing off before he stepped out, wiping himself roughly with a towel as he grabbed his robe and left to brush his teeth at the sink.

I quickly cleaned myself off, and then stepped out of the shower into the towel he had open for me, wrapping me up in the thick terry cloth and his extra warm embrace. I snuggled into his arms. My hair was a little damp from the stray water spray, but not enough to require me to dry it tonight. I nuzzled into his chest, the silk of his robe smooth and cool against my flushed cheeks. 

“Let me finish up, I’ll come help you change the sheets,” I murmured, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I went to step up to the sink, still wrapped in my towel.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said, voice low and untroubled. He didn’t give me a chance to argue, just slipping out of the bathroom. 

I finished getting ready for bed before tiredly walking back into the bedroom in a matching (albeit much smaller) couple robe and nightgown. He had already swapped out the bedding, the sheets now a soft red jersey and an extra blanket thrown over the foot of the bed on top of the silky comforter. I clambered back on the bed, settling in with a deep, comfortable sigh as he fluffed the pillows and tucked me under the covers. 

Sylus pulled me into his arms, bundled in the blankets, while he lay on top of the bedding. He hadn’t gotten dressed yet, but I knew he would duck into the closet for a new set once I had fallen asleep. 

I cuddled into his arms, my face pressed against his neck, breathing softly. I pressed a kiss against his warm skin, smiling sleepily.

“I love you,” he said, low and warm against my ear as he curled around me. He lifted my chin, giving me the sweetest, gentlest kiss I’ve ever received. I could feel tears prick my eyes, and I swallowed, trying to express everything I felt for him in my return kiss. 

“I love you, too,” I answered, staring up at him in the dim firelight still flickering. 

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy,” he said, stroking my hair away from my face, his red gaze capturing mine. 

We lay like that, simply watching each other in the low light until my eyes grew so heavy, I could barely keep them open. I yawned, curling into the pillows, warm and comfortable and safe. 

“You already do,” I murmured, my voice slowly starting to fade. “So…much.”

[cesar-ramon]

It was another long and pretty much sleepless night for Cesar. The ghost wailing in his head during the day were complimented by the thoughts of passers by, exhausting him with their complaints and assaulting him with their awful inner-rants. He tried not to blame them since he, after all, was the unintentional eavesdropper on their private innermost thoughts, but it was never the less a burden to carry them all. He wasn't born with this 'gift'. Had he been, he might have learned to control it better and drown out the stream of shouting, but as it were, he was still navigating the world as a psychic. From the idiotic to the downright disturbing, he heard everything unfiltered and it made his days complete agony. Once a somewhat vibrant man focused on his dreams, Cesar now had to spend his waking hours trying to keep the spirits on this haunted city from realizing he could see and hear them and trying not to but in on cheating spouses on their dates with lovers only to go home at night and have to listen to the song of his neighbors. It was a cacophony of depression and loneliness, stress from work, worries over bills and debt, and of course, angry gamers. What made it worse was that his noise cancelling headphones had finally breathed their last breath and he couldn't yet afford new ones.

Dark circles under his eyes, he dragged himself out of bed and into an icy shower that would aid him in waking up his body. Cesar then haphazardly dressed himself just a step above looking homeless before dragging his feet to his tiny kitchen. The space was depressing, drab, and slightly dirty as the previous days dishes sat in the sink and on top the counter. It was where they would remain until a good night's sleep gave Cesar the energy needed to clean up. As he reached for the bag of stale English muffins on the counter, he was prepared to power through the slightly off smell, but changed him mind about tempting fate when he noticed the blue spots on them and the strong sour smell coming from the bag. "Fuck" he muttered before carelessly tossing the entire bag in the sink.

Between bills and rent and gigs not coming in like they used to, Cesar struggled a bit with staying afloat these days. Still, with nothing worth mentioning in his fridge, Cesar shot off a text to his best friend : MEET ME AT THE DINER. BRING $$. He then grabbed his keys and wallet and shuffling like a zombie, headed out to face the day. " God, it's so bright." He grumbled as he closed the door to his building behind him and made his way to meet Gabriel at their favorite spot. It was cheap and the coffee and food were good, which meant Cesar practically lived there. On his way he learned that a woman was pregnant and wasn't sure who the father was and that some kid had just stolen gum from a store. Cesar could only shake his head and try to hum louder than the thoughts flooding his mind.

When he finally reached the diner, Cesar made his way all the way to the back and seated himself in the very last booth, far away from everyone as he could possibly get. There he found a moment of peace as the diner was not as busy and thus, his thoughts were almost all his own. While he waited for Gabriel to join him, Cesar flagged down a waitress and offered his best, non-creepy smile that a tired man who heard ghosts could give. " Could I just get the strongest, blackest cup of coffee that you have please? And some eggs. I literally don't care how their cooked — just eggs with toast and bacon, please. Thank you."

[phoenix-of-jade]

Xuan hummed somewhat intrigued by the younger's comment about the song he wrote. "Interesting! So you are like a professional singer or the sorts! I thought you were just mentioning it as a hobby or thing you did solely for fun when you recalled going to Europe with your band. But since you say you are doing it as a serious thing, you'll have to share your songs with me! It would be impolite keeping your master in the dark now, wouldn't it?~" The raven haired gave him a cheeky smile and an intent look. "I just so happen to be a music enthusiast as part of my love for the arts, so I am really looking forward to seeing what your music sounds like. I have high expectations from you, princess!~" Even now, before listening to any of his songs, Xuan was pretty sure he was going to like Teru's songs just like he was starting to like most of the other things about the quirky fun man. Then as they continued talking, he made sure to make a mental note of asking Watari, his faithful butler, to bring them a bottle of Jägermeister as well as a nice assortment of his best whiskey brands from the booze cellar once back at the mansion.

"Prince he says..." The young mob barely held back an amused laughter at the comparison. "While I am very much flattered by the compliment, I must admit that I am not of royal blood, unfortunately. However, I guess you could call me a 'modern royalty' if we were to go by my current status, because you see, I happen to be the son and heir of one of the strongest mafia leaders back in China. Or better said, was the heir, because my father died like 6 years ago and ever since I pretty much entered in the possession of said inheritance and now I am the current leader in charge." He explained, allowing Teru to learn a few details about his own personal life in the process. There were still many details that were, however, left out from his little confession, but for now, it wasn't anything that the incubus should've bothered his mind about. Plus, while he could tell he was starting to grow somewhat of a liking for the man, Xuan was still reluctant about going into too much personal details about himself, at least for now.

Then, when Teru made the ironic 'angel' comment, Xuan couldn't hold back anymore and let out a bemused chuckle. It wasn't meant to make fun of him or anything, but the green eyed couldn't help but find it funny that Teru would call himself an angel, and one of love at that. "Angel? More like a fallen angel, if you ask me! But it's okay, I think it's quite an endearing way of describing yourself. And besides, I'd take you anytime over that creepy ass baby thing with the arrows, if it comes to love deities. You at least fit the bill of being hot and charismatic." Throwing in another compliment? Xuan sure was on a roll tonight of making his partner feel valued and appreciated. Well, it was the least he could do to show the incubus he was truly enjoying this time spent together. He was however a bit surprised to see him wearing an actual cross, given the few things the raven haired knew about demons and alike, but the young man figured he couldn't really take at face value really everything that was written in books conceived by humans, so it was best to leave stereotypes aside.

Once out of the car, the raven haired wrapped his arm once again around Teru's shoulders, keeping him close as they walked on the nicely paved path towards the front door. "You like it? Wait till you see the inside! Also, these flowers are still nothing compared to what I have in the backdoor garden. That one is a garden I've personally worked on." Xuan was really proud of the things he accomplished and created with his very own hands and that was a thing he would usually boast about if given the chance to. "Don't worry, you're looking fine! Far better than some of the fuckers I had to welcome into my office to talk business with, who called themselves 'gangster boys and leaders'. But if you really want to take a shower, I have nothing against it. If you wanted to, I could even ask Watari to get you a nice warm bath ready so you could also relax a little bit. Just think about it: flower petals in a bubble covered warm bath, with candles and the beautiful view of the moonlit garden... Doesn't it sound enticing?~" Smirking, Xuan shot him a seductive look, having figured by now that Teru had a romantic side of his own the mob was willing to entice if need be. In all truth, under his cold and ruthless façade, Xuan was actually a slight romantic as well, although he wouldn't have really admitted it out loud to just anyone.

Finally, once in front of the imposing black oak doors, Xuan knocked three times and after no more no less than 2 minutes, they were greeted by a stern looking old man dressed in the classic formal wear of male servants. "Ah, you've finally returned young master! I see you have company... Should I call the bodyguards to take care of this vagabond?" The old man spoke, shooting Teru a disgusted look, before returning to glance at Xuan. The raven haired didn't seem too aggravated by the blatant insult thrown towards his companion, and he just sketched a polite cold smile before raising his hand to stop the butler. "It's okay Watari. This dashing young man is with me. He's my guest for the night. Now, if you will, I'd like for you to go fetch me some of the best assortments of whiskey we've got and a bottle of Jägermeister I want you to take then to my room. Oh, and also, ask the maids to prepare a hot warm bath the way I usually like it." Xuan explained in a polite, yet stern and serious tone, to which the butler stiffened immediately, aware of his reckless mistake of jumping to conclusions and insulting his master's guest. "Ah... Yes, yes, of course young master! Please forgive my indiscretion! I'll go right away to get the things done!" Watari excused himself and allowed them to come inside, locking the doors behind them, before hurrying to get Xuan's orders done. "Let's go now. I'll show you to my room." Back to his warm and charming allure from earlier, Xuan then started leading Teru towards his chambers, through the impressive halls of his big house.

[@anemia-rp]

Continued from here [X]

Xuan wasn't the type to be easily intimidated or frightened by anyone. In fact, seeing how people tried their very best at inducing fear into those they thought as weak and submissive, kind of amused him. It just showed how weak the human character could actually be at times, since more often than not the very same people who sought to impose their strength and power over others through sheer brute force were, in fact, just some scarred little souls hidden underneath shallow husks.

That's why when Teru attacked him, pinning him to the wall, Xuan didn't sketch the slightest of reactions. He could see right through this feisty man's front and he could tell from the very first glance he threw at him that night that Teru was the submissive type, someone who will appear as stubborn and tough, but will kneel and crumble easily under his boot. Their positions of power were soon going to switch drastically, it was just a matter of time and Xuan didn't feel like rushing this little 'game' of cat and mouse he'd set for himself, at least for a while.

With a slight snort, the raven haired gave the younger another defiant look, before speaking in the calmest of tones, sure of the fact this will piss him off even further. "I think the only wasted one here is you, since you're literally chasing after someone who made a fool out of you in front of your entire group. Shouldn't you be trying to save face and find some drunken idiot to smash on the pool table instead? Or could it be that you actually have a degradation kink and all that humiliation actually turned you on?" Another jeering grin. "Sorry, but I don't mingle with pathetic little hoes. You'll have to do much better than this to impress me."

As an emphasis on how 'unimpressed' he was, Xuan then feigned a yawn and leant back against the wall, feeling the pressure applied by the other's arm onto his chest tighten. "Bold of you to assume I wouldn't be able to handle you, princess! Also, I am curious as to what do you mean by my kind? Do you, perhaps, dare compare me to those lousy fucks inside the bar, who spend their days pimping bitches and ordering idiots around to do their biddings, while they sip on cheap wine and sit all day with a cane stuck up their asses?" Raising an eyebrow, Xuan then tilted his head to the side. "I'm sorry, but in this case, your assumption is wrong. I might be of the refined kind, but trust me, unlike those idiots who try pretending they are something they are not, I actually live up to my status as leader of my organization."

In just a split second, without much of a struggle, the man then used his foot to kick the succubu's legs in one swift motion before he'd even be able to react, just enough that he could make the man lose his balance, before freeing himself and applying three more sturdy hits with his hand and elbow to Teru's side, back and neck, only to finish by grabbing the younger's hand and painfully twisting it to his back, pushing him face first into the wall. The green eyed bastard was soo quick that there was barely even time for an outsider to register when and what happened. "Who's all lame now, hmm?" Back to his conceited cocky tone, Xuan then leant against him to whisper in the younger's ear. "Here's a pro tip: never judge a book by its cover. Your little show of bravery was fun to watch, but unfortunately, you still have room for lots of improvement."

[@anemia-rp]

[limitlessgojo]

Going to a Private Onsen with Gojo

NSFW Gojo Satoru x F!Reader, established relationship

Type: One shot. This is around almost 4k words.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW content, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation, praising, dom!Gojo, breeding kink, slightly manipulative/ Yandere Gojo, degradation

Notes: finally got to finish this fic, my motivation just dropped halfway lmao. The inn house has rooms with private hot springs. Not shared like the communal ones in public bath houses. This is half fluff half smut.

The private hot springs per room are separated by bamboo trees and wooden walls. (With holes. So you know what's gonna go down👀💦💦💦)

You and Satoru finally get the chance to have a 2 day 1 night short break from work. He takes you to an inn, checking in a tatami room with a private hot spring (onsen) included. The place smelled fresh, and you could smell the flowers outside.

"We can see the hot springs from here love. What do you think? It's gorgeous isn't it?" Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you. You both set your luggage down, making yourselves at home. The sun is still high up, it is only 2:00pm and the hot spring is steaming, the sunlight making the water shine and glitter.

"It's not bad at all; the room is quite big as well." You smiled. Despite knowing that you're only stroking his ego, you let it go for once. Just this once because it is a special break after all. He internally pats himself on the back, beaming at you. “Glad you like it. Let’s take a walk around the area and then come back for dinner.”

“Fine with me”. Both of you changed into traditional clothing first. Gojo into a Yukata and you into your kimono. He helped you tie your obi and do your hair up. "Look how pretty my kitten is." He practically purred out as he cinched your waist beneath his large hands. His hands felt like fire on your waist.

You flushed, softly calling out his name. "N-not now." You stared at his profile. All lean and muscular. Knowing his physique hidden under the blue fabric did nothing to help. 

"Not now." He agreed. But the glint in his eyes said otherwise. Still he held himself back.

So you both set out, exploring the town. The stalls were bustling with people. You both bought souvenirs for the students as well as omamori (charms) for various purposes. 

You visited the temple and just tried to relieve the pent up stress from the last few weeks. “The air is so cool and it smells really nice here.” The flowers were all in bloom, as it was spring as of now. Satoru, however, kept his eyes on you for most of the time instead of the scenery around him. 

“Yeah, it’s real pretty isn’t it? Wanna take some photos?”

“Good idea! I need a new lock screen pic of us Toru!” you smiled. Your smile unfortunately dimmed upon noticing other women staring at Satoru and batting their eyelashes at him (ignoring the fact that you were right beside him). 

You’ve always known that he was a gorgeous person, just thanking your lucky stars that he actually came around to reciprocate your feelings. “Hey”, Satoru cupped your face and turned it to face him. He was pouting. “Focus on me love. This trip is just for us.” 

You gave him a weak smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. AH! I wanna have a picture by that Sakura tree~”. You tried to be more enthusiastic and engaging, blocking out any jealous and negative thoughts. 

Seriously, it's not like you didn't trust him. Just that your insecurity gets to you sometimes. You quickly bat the thoughts away. Your thoughts came to a halt when you felt something soft on the corner of your lips. 

"Love you." Satoru murmured against your cheek. You turned to see his eyes under his drooping sunglasses just an inch away from yours. You couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Of course he knows how you feel. "I love you more Toruu~ Now let's go." You gave him a genuine and bright smile. Walking over to a shaded area near the lake, surrounded by tall grass.

He leaned down to press his cheek against the top of your head and placed one arm around you. His other hand was holding up his phone for a selfie. After you took some pretty and funny photos, he surprised you by bringing out a polaroid.

"Eh?! Since when did you bring that with you?" You asked him. Satoru gave a sneaky smirk, "Well. Since you talked non stop about loving the vintage aesthetic recently, I thought it would be good to make a small scrapbook or photo album of this trip." 

".... who are you and what have you done with my husband..."

"Hey! That's rude. I'm always nice and sweet." He pouted and widened his eyes, using a finger to push down his shades. "I knowww~ Just kidding Toru, I love your ideas. I'll help you with it then." 

"Of course you will pumpkin." He squeezed you against his side, not caring about anyone who might be looking at both of you being overly affectionate in public. 

He took pictures using the polaroid camera every now and then. Taking your hand and leading you around, Satoru did not give your thoughts a chance to move away from him. He didn't hesitate to tickle you when your guard was down and poked at your cheeks with the most annoying grin. 

After that it was just you and him. Enjoying your precious time together, undisturbed by anyone else. By the time the sun was setting, you dragged him over to an Izakaya. "Should we have dinner here?" You asked him. 

"Ooooh! Looks like they have good meat and eel. That's fine with me." He replied. You both enjoyed dinner and had a bit of sake. Satoru always looked cute with flushed red cheeks and that big stupid smile of his. "Well you look cuter than me for once Hun." He quipped back.

You smiled as you wiped that teriyaki sauce off the corner of his mouth for him. It was a really peaceful day. 

Walking back to the inn, you noticed a shadow moving quickly just by the corner of your eye. This is why you don't think about work during your free time. Feeling chills run up your spine, you turned to see a curse, staring straight back at you. "Ah shit I left my sword back in the inn." 

Not even having finished your sentence, you watched as Satoru flicked his wrist and took down the 2nd grade curse in an instant. "I told you not to worry darling. I'm not going to let anything hurt you." He tutted and booped your nose playfully, eyes shining. 

"Heehh~" you pretended not to be impressed but by the look on his face, you knew you didn't do a good job of hiding it. He just chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "Toru I can't walk like this." 

It was like trying to lug a 190cm tall clingy infant. "I'll protect you with my infinity from all sides love." He looked really happy, just prancing around with you in his arms as you both made your way back to the inn. 

💜💜💜

You both settled back in and got ready to take a bath. It was a really good day and everything went smoother than you thought it would, knowing your chaotic and unorthodox doof of a husband. 

"Dinner was so good. This was a great idea Toru, thank you." You smiled up at him. He smiled back, so soft and gentle with you. The way he never is and never will be with anyone else.

"Now then, I'll be taking my payment from you." You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face. Your husband of 5 years still confuses you until this day. "I'm sorry?" you felt affronted as you asked the question. You had no problem paying your share of the bills, heck you earn a lot as a 1st grade Jujutsu sorcerer yourself. 

But Satoru spent about over a month pestering you about wanting to treat you to a short staycation with him. "Yes", he replied slowly making his way towards you, towering over your shorter frame. You stood your ground and craned to look up at him. 

"Thank you for the meal sweetheart. You will be my dessert." He removed his glasses and threw them aside to showcase his bright blue eyes. You shivered from the intensity, and his lips turned up in a smirk. His words were somewhat funny, but his tone was dead serious.

He wasted no time, leaning down to suck down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, after he pulled one side of your kimono off your shoulder. "Sa-Satoru!!, hah- ", his grip on you was way too tight.

"Baby, I am so sorry I can't wait any longer. Won't you be good for me?" Satoru asked as he took a step back and cupped your cheeks in his hands.

It's true that this man has no self-control, always palming your ass down the hallways at Tokyo Jujutsu High. But you rarely see him as desperate as he is now, that it was actually endearing to you. So you relented, earning a grin from the man.

He helped you out of your kimono, littering small kisses on your forehead and cheeks, before he started biting on one ear. 

Unclasping your bra, he reached down to grope your breasts. You stared at him as he suckled on one nipple while toying with the other. His eyes opened to meet yours, and you could feel the growing wetness between your legs.

You also reached up to pull his Yukata off, undoing the tie on his waist. "I love it when you hair is done up darling. I can bite as much of your neck as I want." He growled out against your shoulder, biting and sucking wherever he can.

Your mouth watered upon seeing the outline of his hard-on straining against his boxers. On the other hand, Satoru stared unashamedly as you pulled down your panties, keeping your legs together to keep your slick from dripping down your legs.

Impatiently, you reached up and ran your fingers through his locks. "Satoru~" you whined. He only smirked in response. In one quick movement, he gathered you into his arms and brought you over to the small washing area with the soap and shower-head. 

He was still in his boxers however. You just stared at it, drawing closer to press your hand and rub the outline. He let out a long moan, which led to you to quickly look up and snap out a hush. "The neighbours might hear us Toru." You whined. 

"Tch, Let them hear. They can't touch or experience us anyways. And I want to show off my lovely little wife." He leered down at you, finally removing his wet boxers and throwing it onto the ground.

His hard cock sprang up and slapped against his abs. As if moving by some force, you immediately dropped to your knees. Rubbing soap onto his waist, thighs, and finally pumping his cock with your soapy hands. You looked up to him as you "cleaned" him off with innocent eyes. 

Satoru wasn't impressed. "Don't tease me baby or you'll regret it." He pulled you up and brought you into a deep kiss. You both gathered more soap and started washing each other off.

With his hands moving slowly down the sides, Satoru didn't hold himself back from touching every nook and cranny of your body. From your neck, to your shoulders, down your breasts, going to your thighs and legs. His hands were rubbing at your skin, inching nearer and nearer to your cunt. Until he suddenly pulled away, making you cry out at the loss of contact. 

"Be good for me and let me clean you first kitten." He whispered.

No other words were shared as you both rinsed and washed each other off before moving to the onsen.

"You know, I've always wanted to fuck you in a hot spring." Satoru smirked as you both dipped into the water. You sat on his lap and clasped your hands behind his neck, straddling him. His hands gripping either side of you waist tightly. 

"No I don't know." You turned away from him as you rested your head against his chest. He hummed. Both of you resting for a bit. You were both in the same state, antsy for action, but trying to enjoy the hot springs at the same time. 

For a while you both just stayed soaking in the hot water. Until you started grinding down against him. He just stared down at your figure. Breasts spilling against his chest, the slope of your s line with your ass under the water. But you refused to meet his eyes.

Satoru didn't really like that very much. He pinched your thigh hard. "Ow!,' you yelped. "Toru what was-" you finally turned to look up at him, but faltered and stopped moving. His eyes were bright and his expression dark. "I thought my baby was going to be good for me tonight. You don't wanna beg me later just to come right? Or does daddy have to make you do just that?"

As soon as he said the word daddy you felt your insides clench around nothing, thighs quivering. He looked down towards your body, grinning at your response. He pulled you out of the water, sitting down on the ground beside it. 

"Suck me off baby and I'll consider making you cum."

You crawled over on all fours towards him. You kissed him first, then trailed downwards, licking off the water and sweat on Satoru's abs and the outlines of his hard muscles. He groans while staring at you, pupils blown so wide his bright blue eyes actually look dark for once. 

You can see the carnal lust raging behind him as you squeeze your breasts together while kneeling and licking his abs. You leave small butterfly kisses as you slowly make your way down to his aching member.

But, he groans as you skip past it and suck love marks into his lower thighs. "Pumpkin, please -UNGH, p-please don't tease so much." Satoru groaned. You smirked up at him, meeting his eyes while sticking your tongue out and licking one of his balls. Sucking it into your mouth and covering it with your spit.

He reached down to lift your chin up, thumbing your lips as he watched the saliva trickle down down side of your mouth to his fingers. The current sight of you is so lewd and dirty that Satoru almost came on the spot right there. 

You decide to humor him and move to licking the head of his dick, while grabbing a hold of the base and slowly pumping it up and down. Satoru threw his head back. He looked up, seeing the night sky and the stars twinkling while feeling hot pleasure run through his body. He felt like he was floating.

You tried deepthroating all of him in one go, but he was just too big. "Baby, your mouth is too small for daddy's cock isn't it?". You whimpered in response. Trying to swallow as much of him as you can while using your hand for the remainder of his length.

Quiet mewls escaped the sides of your mouth as you opened your aching jaws wider. Tears started running down your face. You didn't stop as you relaxed your jaw and took more of him, swallowing what you can while pumping. He bucked up without warning, causing your gag reflex to react. Then he pulled you off.

"That's enough for now. I wanna make sure I stuff every bit of cum I have inside of your pussy baby." He pulled you up over him, this time with his back to the floor as he spoke. 

"Lemme eat you out, I've been waiting for this all day." He was salivating at the sight of your pussy, positioned in front of his face. You lowered yourself onto him slowly. Impatiently, he tugged you waist down, smashing your lower lips against his mouth. You let out a loud yelp followed by heavy breaths and mewls as he ate you out.

Thrusting his tongue in and out of your walls. He loved the taste of you, always thirsty for more. You tried to grind your pussy against his face. But he held your legs in place with one arm, wrapping around your behind. The other hand was playing with your clit. 

In no time at all you were sobbing and cumming all over his face. Satoru didn't spare you one second of rest. He pulled away and lined himself up, pushing into you during your orgasm. 

He immediately started fucking into you earnestly, grabbing a hold of your waist and lifting it to pull you on and off his cock. "Toru, it's too much for me, I can't-" You could barely get the words out of your mouth as you slurred them out with your eyes shut. 

"Yes you can. I know you can. Because you're made for me and only you can do a good job for me like this love." Satoru grunted as he pumped into you like there was no tomorrow. 

He loved it when your walls clenched and squeezed against him tightly. Especially when your whole body shook during an orgasm. Whenever you open your eyes all you can see are the stars blurring due to your movements. You both came like that, with your backs arching. His cock stayed hard, twitching as it spurted and filled you up. 

He suddenly felt the sensation of eyes on him. As the user of six eyes, his senses were wide alert at ALL times. He looked to the side of the wooden wall, and saw dark eyes staring back at him.

He didn't stop thrusting. You whined and mewled as you ground your hips against his. "Fuck, such a slut for me. Love it when you cry and make those noises babe. Just look at me. I won't look at any other person, man or woman. I'm yours as long as you're mine." He growled out.

He pulled out to reposition you. Dragging your body on top of his. Your back against his chest. "Daddy, I want you. I want more!" You whined out. You positioned his cock at your entrance.

"Daddy will give his baby what she wants. You've been so good to me after all love." He smirked inwardly pushed back upwards into you, thrusting at a fast pace. (Satoru chose the position because he knew you were both being watched. He loves to make other men so jealous of him having you).

You could only squeal and try to hold yourself up against him, putting your palms against the floor. But it was no use. He grabbed your thighs and kept fucking up harder and harder, making it hard for you to hold onto anything.

"Yes just like that baby. You're so good to me. You don't need to think. I'll make it so that you don't have to do anything else. You only need to feel my cock yeah? My doll is the best when she is crying on my cock." He moaned out. 

The man on the other side of the wall was joined by a few other men. Satoru used his ability to see through the wall following the movement of their cursed energy and saw that they were touching themselves to you.

"Daddy, please more. Daddyyy~" you were slipping further into subspace. Soon you couldn't speak clearly anymore. Just babbling nonsense while bouncing on Satoru's lap and staring hazily up at the sky.

"I think we have company." He laughed out. You snapped out of your haze to see peeking eyes behind the bamboo sticks. Satoru just thrusted harder. "Let's give them a show of their lifetime hmm? I spy old men wanting some action. But they won't be able to touch you baby."

He reached up with one hand to grope your breast and the other stayed below to play with your clit. Sex to him was almost like an art form. He knew exactly how to play with your body to bring you to your strongest orgasms. 

You tried to cover your body up but he pulled your arms away. "Don't run away baby, daddy's here to protect you. It will be okay."

At the end of the day you trusted him and his six eyes, so you let go. Pussy clenching harder at the thought of being watched by unknown strangers.

"That's it, my angel. So good for me. You're leaking far more than normal slut. You like it when people watch you get fucked?"

He reached up with his cum stained hand to spit into it. Then shoved his fingers in your mouth. You obediently suckled on and cleaned his fingers for him. He continued to grope you as he pounded away.

Satoru wasn't too worried about the spectators next door. He can see them clearly. Several middle aged men (probably sharing a larger room) messily jerking off to both of you. He saw the way their eyes travelled across your breasts and cunt, which was oozing with his cum.

He hit a hard deep spot inside of you which caused you to squirt hard, a large amount of liquid spraying out. Satoru quickly put his hands over your clit and furiously rubbed at it, wanting to prolong your squirting. You were crying out loud at this point. It was just music to his ears.

One man groaned out, causing you to tense and tighten and Satoru to moan out.

"You love putting a show on huh baby? We should do this more often if it gets you tighter and wetter around me." He snarked out while you drooled and asked for more.

He didn't stop thrusting until he came a few more times inside of you, changing positions.

The men watched as you rode him, your breasts bouncing up and down, while you placed your palms flat on Satoru's chest. They stared at the cum flowing out of your pussy, being fucked back into you by Satoru. The way you both groaned as you clamped down tight and milked his cock.

Soon you found yourself laying on your side with one leg up with Satoru spooning you from behind. What was frightening was his stamina and power. 

His thrusts never lost strength and soon you just felt like his cock was drilling a space inside of you, just for it. You felt so boneless in his hands when you both finished, laying down on your sides.

"Babe…. You okay? We need to clean up." Satoru whispered against your shoulder.

You could only mumble incoherent noises. Squeezing around his softening length, still plugged inside of you to keep his cum inside. 

Satoru gave out a soft sigh. Then gathered you into his arms and took you away from prying eyes. He just turned and smirked at them as he walked away with you, butt naked.

The watchers were disappointed that the show was over. Satoru then cleaned you both with the shower head in the washing area and wiped you down with soft towels.

You stayed silent the whole time. Your head felt like it was in the clouds. Just letting Satoru do his way with you like a doll. "You were really good for me tonight angel. Nobody else can touch you but me." He chuckled darkly.

You just listened to his simple commands such as putting your arms up when he dressed you in your nightgown. 'I always love fucking her dumb.' He smiled to himself as he settled you into his arms in bed. 

"Next time I'll be fucking you in the water." He whispered. He brought you closer to him, tucking your head against his neck. Kissing your forehead and patting you to put you to sleep. 

🎇🎇🎇

The next morning you were absolutely horrified to see people staring at you, when you both left your room to check out. 'I bet they heard us last night. And who were the ones peaking at us?!?!' you frightfully thought to yourself.

Satoru didn't really care. Smiling brightly at the attendants and thanking them for your amazing stay at the inn. 

"Toru I really enjoyed my stay, but it's hard to be happy now knowing that we did it at the expense of our neighbours stay." You whispered, hitting him. "Darling I'm pretty sure they enjoyed the show." He winked at you, shameless as ever.

Suffice to say, you decided not return to said hot springs for a while out of shame.

End notes: 🙈 this fic started because I just thought of Satoru's abs wet with steam and sweat but it evolved during the last edit. Hope you guys enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated 💜

All rights reserved to Limitlessgojo.

[pandaluc]

Loving Dates with Genshin Men

Where Genshin Men goes in a date with you, their g!n s/o.

Characters included: Kaeya, Diluc, Childe

Warnings: mentions of drinking, not proof-read

Kaeya

• Late Night Tavern Dates

- A date where both of you drinks in Angel's Share while talking about random topics, may it be funny or emotional.

- A date where both of you would just drink the night out until both of you pass out.

- By that, I mean until you pass out.

- Man may love to drink, but would not want to be drunk when you are so that he will be able to take care of you.

- Another reason why he does not want to be drunk with you is because drinking with you is one of the few ways he gets to know you better. Since drunk people have more tendency to become truthful to themselves and to others.

- And of course, he doesn't want to wake up with his lover by his side just outside the tavern, kicked out by Diluc, with a bill of who knows how much mora did the drinks cost as well as the patience of Diluc literally just watching the both of you from the counter.

- Anyways, he loves taking care of you when you are drunk. He would carry you home, wash you up with your consent, tuck you in bed and carefully shower you with kisses.

- The next morning, expect to wake up with breakfast beside you. As well as Kaeya greeting you good morning and helping you with your hang over.

"I know you are very stressed lately, so perhaps drinking tonight will somewhat ease the pain. No worries. I'll be here with you while you get drunk. It is fine, just let all of those tears out."

"Good morning, dear. Are you feeling alright? Did you get enough rest last night? I cooked your favorite breakfast today."

Diluc

• Romantic dinner dates.

- You know those dates where there are fancy food, a candle on the middle of the table, and flowers all around the place.

- Yes, exactly what your dates with Diluc would be like. Either in his tavern personally decorated by him, or in a reserved special room in his mansion, or in a 5-star restaurant that you like.

- Just imagine him walking you to the table, kissing your hand, as his loving eyes meet yours and a smile on his face forms.

- As we know, Diluc is a busy man. So if he cleared his schedule for you, it is a damn sign that you are so important to his man's life and that you should not leave him ever be proud of that.

- The date will be fancy, romantic, calm and sweet.

- He would compliment your dress/suit, while you compliment his efforts for such date.

- Deep talks about life, and some flirting here and there mostly initiated by you. Blushing Diluc is just a sight to see and a sight you'd gladly behold but unfortunately, such scenery can be only seen by you and only you.

- SUCH A GENTLEMAN. Would wipe your mouth when there are crumbs of food there. Would lovingly stare at you, admiring your beauty. Would give you flowers the moment you step in the room.

- I believe that after eating, both of you will stand up (of course, him standing first before you and getting your hand as you stand up) and do slow dancing.

- If the date is in the mansion, he would definitely play the violin/piano with a very romantic melody as he dedicates such tone to you.

- After the date, he would walk you to your home, making sure that you are safe and sound.

"I enjoyed today's date, darling. I love being in your company, and so I hope you feel the same way towards me. Good night, dear, I love you. Rest well."

Childe

• Afternoon walks

- Either in Liyue or Mondstadt or anywhere you want.

- My man has so much mora, what do you expect?

- Would pick you up from your home, and simply ask you where you'd like to go first.

- Both of you would basically walk around the city and explore shops/restaurants.

- The moment you stare at a product for at least 5 seconds, you bet that that product is already on your hands. No matter how expensive it is.

- Of course, the date is not all about mora, shopping etc.

- You and Childe would perhaps go to the harbor and admire the sea as well as the boats floating by.

- And at times, you would suddenly find yourself on that boat as well. Beside you is a Childe, grinning.

- Both of you would watch kids too, playing and laughing. It reminds Childe his siblings, while it reminds you that one day, you'll bear his children-

- Both of you would eat anywhere you want. Streetfood? You got it. Fancy food? You got it. Custom food that will probably cost thousands of mora? You got it.

- Childe just wants to spoil you and make you feel special. Besides, he isn't always there for you because of his fatui business so he simply wants to make it up for you.

- At the end of the date, he will walk you home.

- Or stay with you longer, cuddling with you and peppering you with kisses.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry for not spending so much time with you. So please, make this night a night you've always wanted. Anything you want, I'll give it to you. I love you so much, and I hope you know that."

Author's Note 💕

This is my very first headcanon of genshin men. My apologies if they don't sound too real/something that these genshin men would do. English is not my first language, so apologies if there are several grammar mistakes as well! I do not like making excuses, so rest assured that I will slowly improve as time passes by. Thank you for reading!

[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 16

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

May passes into June and they quietly acknowledge that it has been one year since the day Mulder walked into the autopsy bay. They spend their weekends watching movies, making love, and hanging out with the Gunmen, Missy often in attendance as she and Byers become somewhat of an item. Every other Sunday they have lunch with her mother, Mulder meeting Bill by way of an awkward phone call and a promise that they will come out to visit San Diego sometime soon. The moratorium on weekday overnights fades away and the days they spend in each other’s beds begin to outnumber those that they don’t.

One day in early August, Mulder laments how lonely Priscilla gets when he’s gone for the night, crying and following him from room to room when he comes home and plaguing him with guilt. Scully suggests that he bring her over with him, setting up a litter box and food bowl in an unused corner of the living room. Without the daily need to care for a cat, he spends more and more time at her apartment, his suits taking over half her closet and his T-shirts occupying one of her drawers. He still has his fish to feed and so they can tell themselves that they don’t technically live together, though it’s been weeks since anyone slept at his apartment. The excitement of new love gives way to the familiar comfort of domesticity, questions about their lives prior to meeting morphing into what they’re having for dinner and whether someone can pick up toilet paper on the way home from work. They each visit the doctor for a full workup and, everything coming back clear, stop using condoms, relying on the progestin shot Scully goes in for every three months to prevent pregnancy.

Far from boring, they find worthy sparring partners in one another, debating everything from whether the moon landing was a hoax to the merits of String Theory, arguing their points of view passionately before they agree to disagree and then let their clothes fall to the floor. They discover the things they love best about one another; Mulder’s unrelenting curiosity and Scully’s bottomless compassion, as well as those they like the least; his forgetfulness when he’s focused on something and her tendency to shut him out when she’s upset. Whether completing a crossword puzzle together or watching Jeopardy, they embrace the ways that they are different and how they balance one another out; his creativity to her order, her planning to his impulsivity, his acceptance to her skepticism. Yin and yang, tall and small, bold and tempered; there is a completeness in their union that makes them each feel whole.

Even in their intensity and their commitment, Mulder has never again uttered the words ‘I love you’ and Scully has never said them at all. Far from a red flag or a hesitance to be vulnerable, they simply don’t feel the need to express it aloud. She knows he loves her when he drives forty minutes out of his way to pick up her favorite donuts or reads the latest issue of JAMA just so he can discuss the articles with her. He knows she loves him when she indulges him in theoretical discussions on the mating rituals of Sasquatch, not bothering to point out that the creature doesn’t exist, or wastes entire Saturdays watching movies that were bad enough to earn Razzies because he finds poorly made films entertaining.

Scully has never met Mulder’s parents, accepting his explanation that his mother is cold and his father distant, which is why she feels caught off guard when he calls her at work on a Tuesday to tell her that his mother had a stroke, and he is on his way to the hospital. He doesn’t ask her for anything, but she leaves work anyway, approaching the reception desk of the emergency department with a level of calm only a doctor is capable of.

“I’m looking for Teena Mulder, she should have been admitted within the last few hours,” she says to the young woman behind the desk.

“Yes, she’s here,” the woman answers, “but visiting hours don’t start until 4:00 and someone is already with her now. Are you family?” The woman looks at her expectantly.

“Um, no, I’m not,” she replies, not bothering to explain that Tenna Mulder is her boyfriend’s mother, who she’s never met.

“You can take a seat then,” the woman says with a well-practiced smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

She finds an empty seat and pulls in a deep breath, taking out her cell phone in hopes she can reach Mulder, though cell reception in hospitals is notoriously bad.

“Excuse me, are you Dana?” someone says from a few seats away, and she turns to see an older man, perhaps in his sixties, with receding dark brown hair and tired bags under his eyes.

“Yes,” she replies, eyeing him skeptically as he rises from his seat and takes the one just beside her.

“I’m Bill Mulder, Fox’s father,” he says, offering his hand.

She takes it, scanning him for similarities to Mulder and finding none, other than his complexion and hair color.

“Oh, hello, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Mulder,” she stumbles, a bit confused. As Mulder tells it, his parents are divorced and not on friendly terms.

“Please, you can call me Bill,” he says with a small smile, and she nods. “Fox is with her now, though I don’t think she’s awake,” he offers.

They sit in awkward silence, Scully realizing she has absolutely no information with which to start a conversation. Mulder has told her nothing about his parents, aside from the details relevant to his sister’s abduction. She doesn’t know what Bill Mulder does, or did, for a living, or where he lives. Just when she’s considering going home, Mulder emerges from a set of double doors.

He was clearly looking for his father, but when he sees Scully his eyebrows knit and his chin puckers in relief. She stands and he scoops her up, squeezing her so tight it hurts.

“Thank you for coming,” he whispers hoarsely into her ear.

They part, hands clasped, and he addresses his father.

“Mom just woke up, you can go see her soon, but since Scully is here I’d like to take her back first.”

Scully gives him an incredulous look.

“Mulder, I’m sure your mom doesn’t want to meet me for the first time from a hospital bed,” she pleads.

“I know, but I want you to look at her chart. I just want to make sure that what the doctors are saying is accurate,” he says with desperate eyes, and she nods.

He leads her back through the double doors and into a room where a tall white-haired woman is reclining in the bed, an oxygen cannula tucked under her nose. While she saw little resemblance between Mulder and his father, the likeness to his mother is almost jarring; her stately nose and hooded eyes curating in Scully an immediate fondness for her. She blinks slowly at them, confusion furrowing her brow.

“Mom, this is Dana,” he says, and her expression shifts into one that is slightly pained.

She attempts to speak, one side of her mouth rooting for words that she can’t quite find.

“Hi Mrs. Mulder, I’m sorry we’re meeting under these circumstances,” Scully offers, “I’m a medical doctor, Fox asked me to take a look at your chart, if that’s okay?”

Teena nods and closes her eyes, and Scully goes to retrieve her chart from near the door. After she’s looked it over, they say goodbye and return to the lobby to find Mulder’s father.

“Go ahead, Dad, I’ll see you in there,” Mulder says, and then walks Scully to her car.

“So, what do you think?” he asks as they stand next to her open car door, worry crumpling his features.

“I don’t see anything out of the ordinary, Mulder. Her stroke was significant, you can see that by the degree to which it’s impacting her speech and gross motor function. It shouldn't get any worse, but she’ll need to go through rehab, and likely need some in-home care for a bit until we know the long term impact. It’s very possible that she’ll be able to continue living independently, but not right away.”

Mulder heaves a big sigh and nods. “I’m gonna stay here for a bit, but I think I’ll be home before you go to bed.”

“Of course, whatever you need,” she replies, bringing her palm to his cheek. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. Thank you, again, for coming down here. You didn’t have to.”

“Mulder, of course I did,” she says with concern. “I’ll see you when you get home, okay?”

He kisses her one, two, three times, pulling her close for a beat, clinging to her for dear life.

“I love you,” he chokes out, and she hugs him tighter.

“I love you too,” she replies, her chin tucked tight into the crook of his neck.

When he releases his grip on her, she brings her hands to his jaw, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks.

“We’ll get through this, okay? We’ll figure it out,” she assures him, and he nods tersely.

———

She’s in bed reading, Priscilla curled up on her stomach, when she hears the thunk of the deadbolt.

“Mulder?” she calls out, and he pokes his head through the door.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower, I’ll be in in a minute,” he says, then disappears again.

He returns ten minutes later, shower-fresh and warm. She sets her book aside to envelop him in her arms, his head finding a home on her chest as his arms snake around her ribcage.

“How is she?” she asks as she strokes her fingers through his hair and down his neck soothingly.

“The same,” he says with a defeated tone, “they might release her to rehab tomorrow.”

“And how are you?” she asks, giving his neck a little squeeze.

He groans. “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking a lot.”

“About your mom?”

“No,” he says, propping up on his elbow to look at her, “about life, I guess.”

She lifts her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t want to toil away in the BSU for the rest of my life, Scully. If I die tomorrow, what will I have to show for it?”

She frowns at him sympathetically.

“You make a difference in the BSU, Mulder. You help catch murderers, prevent further loss of life. It may not seem like it because you’re so far removed from the people it impacts, but you do.”

He flops back onto the bed, eyes on the ceiling.

“You’re probably right, but it still feels pretty pointless.”

“What would you rather be doing?” she asks gently, rolling on to her side to face him.

“Honestly?” he steals a glance at her before continuing, “investigating The X Files. Making progress in understanding what happened to my sister. Working to expose those who are responsible for the coverup of secret government operations.”

“Maybe you should talk to AD Skinner, try again. Maybe The X files could be reopened,” she says softly, brushing her palm over his arm.

Mulder shakes his head. “Nothing has changed, Scully. They won’t let me operate without a partner and no one wants to work with me.”

“I’d work with you, but that’s against bureau policy,” she says with a small smile, and he looks at her with an affectionate gaze.

“I’m sure you’d have a field day debunking all my work,” he says coyly.

“I would never,” she retorts sarcastically.

He rolls back towards her, pulling her close with her head tucked under his chin.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he says, his voice full of emotion.

“Well you do have me, so there’s no point in thinking about it,” she replies.

He sighs deeply, reaching past her to turn off the bedside lamp, and they sleep.

[riddlegecko]

perhabs,, early relationship, Paul wanting affection but being anxious and not knowing how to go about it?

Ceej, you understand me and my Paul hcs on a spiritual level, thank you for my rights and an excuse to write soft nonsense. It's uh... It's a little long.

Being in an honest-to-god romantic relationship was taking a bit of re-getting used to for Paul. He hadn't dated anyone since college, and suddenly wham, he's head over heels for a cute, snarky barista who seems to return his affections. It was odd, but no less wonderful, feeling his heart flutter in his chest whenever Emma so much as smiled at him. He hadn't felt this way about someone in damn near a decade, and then this beautiful 5'0 biology student walked into his life, and god, his brain just didn't know how to handle it.

Paul and Emma had started seeing each other around late October, hooking up in the Beanies break room during a Halloween party her boss Nora had thrown. It was mid-December now, a week and a half before Christmas, and things were still going strong between them. Though there had been... something strange on Paul's mind for a few weeks now, something that had never bothered him before in his past relationships.

Paul was a tactile guy with people he liked, something his friends all knew well. He was never sure exactly how he'd rank the five love languages as applied to himself, but touch was definitely his number one. Casual shoulder squeezes and light nudges were common gestures of his among friends, as Bill could easily attest. With romantic partners, this was cranked up a bit. Lots of light kisses to their temple or resting his hand on their back, stuff like that. It was always the easiest way for him to show that he cared. His partners... were never as tactile as him. It was very all give and no take on Paul's end when it came to physical affection, and he hadn't really minded it. At least, he was pretty sure he hadn't...

But now? With Emma? Her touch was something he actively craved. And it's not as if Emma never touched him outside of sex, far from it, she was probably the most physically affectionate partner Paul had ever had. She held his hand, kissed his cheek, cuddled up against him during movie nights, and gave him playful little jabs in the side when he was being a smartass. But she wasn't quite as casually affectionate as Paul was with her, and he couldn't help but wish she was.

And sweet jesus christ, did Paul find it embarrassing. It made him feel like some dopey lovesick teenager whenever he thought about it. Like, what was he supposed to do? Ask her to touch him more often? He'd sound like a total fucking weirdo if he tried to explain it to her. But still, he couldn't help but think about it a lot.

It had been a lazy Sunday evening, the one day of the week when neither half of the couple had work. And of course, they were... taking advantage of their day off, as it were. On Paul's living room couch, no less. They'd just finished up, and Emma had gone off to use his shower and whatnot. After washing up a bit, Paul had promptly put some comfy sleepwear on (because it was December in Michigan and Paul was not one to lounge around in the nude with temperatures like that outside), and was now absentmindedly channel surfing whilst laying on the couch.

Nearly half an hour later, Emma had emerged from the bathroom, hair tied into a braid and clad in a bright red hoodie that Paul recognized as his own. He couldn't help but smile, it was so big on her, and she looked adorable in it.

"Find anything to watch while I was in there?" she asked.

"Hallmark movies, a bunch of stock Christmas faire, and like three separate Harry Potter marathons," Paul replied. "None of which I'm particularly interested in watching, so we might have to retreat to the DVD shelf again."

Emma shrugged. "Hey, fine by me, TV edits are usually garbage fires anyway," she said. She strode over to the other side of the living room, where Paul kept his DVDs, and eyed the shelf. After a minute or two, she plucked a case off the shelf, snickering. "Monty Python: Life of Brian, that's a Christmas movie, right?"

"Absolutely," Paul quipped. "Anything can be a Christmas movie if you stretch the definition enough."

"Good, because I wanna watch Monty Python."

After popping the disk in, she turned back to the couch, and Paul sat up to give her some room. As she sat back down, Paul took in the sight of her. God, she was lovely. And she looked so cozy in his hoodie, it was hard not to find the sight of her absolutely heart-melting. His heart fluttered a bit, he was getting that feeling again. Unfortunately, Paul found himself staring at her instead of the screen for a bit too long, and she took notice.

"Paul?" she piped up, snapping him out of his trance with a befuddled smile. "You good, babe?"

Paul felt his cheeks flush. Had she ever called him "babe" before? "It's, uh... it's nothing," he stammered unconvincingly. "I just zoned out for a bit."

Emma, being the observant person she was, eyed him with skepticism. "You look like you have something on your mind," she noted. "What's up?"

Well, shit. Feeling his face burn hotter, Paul attempted to weasel himself out of this inevitable awkward conversation.

"N-nothing's up, I'm fine!" he tried to assure her, perhaps too defensively to sound convincing.

"That's the voice of a man who definitely has something up," Emma observed. She grabbed the remote, and paused the film before continuing. "Something's bothering you, Paul, I can tell."

"It-it's just..." Paul tried to begin, feeling momentarily reassured by Emma's soft gaze. But when the right words wouldn't come to him, he groaned and buried his flushing face in his hands. God, why was he like this? "Nevermind, it's really stupid, can we just watch the movie, please?"

"Paul, I know stupid, I work at Beanies," Emma retorted playfully, earning a brief chuckle from Paul. "Whatever's bothering you, it can't be any worse than the shit my co-workers complain about on the daily. I promise you I won't laugh."

Paul removed his hands from his face, meeting her gentle gaze once more. "You mean it?"

She nodded. "I'm all ears."

Exhaling a deep breath, Paul took a moment to think of how to word his self-imposed predicament in the least stupid way possible. Probably best to start small.

"Um, y'know how... when we watch movies or whatever together," he began, trying to force himself to talk above a whisper. "You'll like, lean against my chest, and I'll wrap my arms around you and play with your hair and all that?"

Emma nodded, looking somewhat confused. "Yeah...?"

"Do you think we could... do that the other way around this time?"

There was a brief moment of silence, and Paul was pretty sure his face had turned a shade of red that had only ever been seen by shrimp before. Jesus, that must've sounded so stupid.

"That's all?" Emma asked.

Yep, there it was. Paul looked down at his lap again, embarrassed beyond belief. "Basically, yeah..." he chuckled despite himself. "I know, I know, it's really dumb, and I probably got you all worried for nothing-"

"Whoa, whoa, Paul, slow down!" Emma cut him off, reaching out to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She smiled at him softly. "I mean, sure! If that's what you want, we can do it!"

Paul took another deep breath. "Really?"

"Yeah!" Emma replied. She leaned back on the arm of the couch, and opened her arms. "Come on, bring it in."

Still nervous and flustered, Paul slowly eased himself against Emma, resting his head against her chest. He could feel her heartbeat, even through the thick fabric of the hoodie. Emma rested one hand on his back, and began to thread her fingers through his hair, just like he would do with her. Paul felt a chill go down his spine. God, he forgot how much he loved having his hair stroked. He wrapped his arms around her torso, face still flushing like nobody's business.

"How's that?" Emma asked, undoubtedly noticing the ridiculous smile that had forced itself onto his face.

"Wonderful..." he sighed, finally beginning to calm down a bit. "Thanks, Emma."

"No prob," Emma snickered, still stroking his hair. "But before we un-pause the movie, can I ask why it was such an ordeal for you to ask me about this?"

"It's kinda hard to articulate," Paul explained, adjusting himself so that he wasn't muffled by the hoodie. "My, um... my past partners weren't really the, uh... the affectionate kinda types, y'know? So it just kinda felt weird to ask you to... do this... I guess..."

"...Well," Emma began after a moment's pause. "I'm not your past partners, so I'd be more than happy to do this more often."

"You would?" Paul inquired hopefully.

"If it makes you feel as loved as it makes me feel," Emma said, rubbing a calming circle between his shoulder blades with her thumb. "Then I'll do it anytime."

Paul could've melted right then and there. He was loved... In a somewhat indirect way, Emma said she loved him. Perhaps now was the time...

"Thanks again, Em," he said, slightly choked up. He craned his neck a bit to press a kiss to her neck. "I, um... I love you."

Emma briefly paused in her stroking of his hair, only to resume moments later, and press a kiss to his forehead.

"I... I love you too, Paul."

[writingwitharlo]

Waking Up Beside You

A/N: Did I write this is one sitting? Yes. Is this the first tickle fic I've written in the last 2 years or so because I am absolutely Teddy Lupin trash? Also yes.

1677 words

Teddy/Victoire (Tedoire)

Summary: Victoire knows the most effective way to get Teddy out of bed.

Waking up beside Victoire in the same bed, was still something Teddy hadn't gotten quite used to. It was their spring break and unlike the rest of the Potter-Weasley clan, Teddy had decided he would be returning home for the two weeks they got off.

Mainly because he had promised Lily he would spend all his time with her, now that she was all alone at home with her brothers at Hogwarts. And Harry and Ginny had already made sure he could stay with them for a while. This would be his very last spring break before he left Hogwarts in the summer, so he had to make the most of it.

But for now he was at Shell Cottage. Quiet, peaceful Shell Cottage. It had always been one of his favourite places to come. Not only because usually it mean the would be able to spend time with Victoire but also because he gave him a sort of peaceful feeling, he couldn't quite place. Teddy guessed that this is what a home should feel like.

Of course he had spent many nights at Shell Cottage, always welcome for sleepovers and movie nights. But not waking up on the pull-out couch was a nice change.

Victoire's room was cool, and clean and homely. As part of an extension Bill and Fleur had built onto the tiny cottage as Victoire and Dominique got older, one side of the room opened up straight onto the beach. The large glass doors stood open now, the light curtains swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. With the days starting to get warmer, Victoire liked to leave the doors open at night.

The bed was pushed up against the wall, like it had always been, with the pull-out couch sitting just opposite. Neither of them minded this change though. Victoire because she had an excuse to climb over her boyfriend whenever she needed to get up for something. Teddy because he got to smush Victoire into the wall until he heard her huffs of disapproval.

Teddy wasn't sure what time it was. It was probably later than it felt but he wasn't quite ready to open his eyes just yet, focusing instead on the sound of the waves crashing in the distance and the occasional seagull announcing its presence.

He could feel the cool air move against his bare back, laying on his stomach with the side of his face mushed into his pillow. It was no surprise really. Victoire usually ended up hogging the covers. And Teddy didn't mind, being the one to run a little hot sometimes.

With a deep sigh, he shifted his pelvis to the side, allowing his leg to stretch out fully so his foot dangled just off the bottom end of the mattress. With the calming white noise from the waves and the cool air lulling him in again, Teddy was as good as asleep again when he felt it.

Fingers grazing against his lower back, following the waistband of his boxers. They were harmless, nothing to be worried about. If anything, they could have helped him drift off again, had they only stayed on the same course.

Travelling upwards along his spine, Teddy had to suppress a shudder. But the goosebumps along his arms were inevitable. It wouldn't be long now.

"I know you're awake," came the gentle whisper from beside him, bright and with the sound of a smile evident in the tone.

"Uh-uh," replied Teddy with a sleepy rasp.

"No? Huh," thought Victoire out loud. "Must have been imagining it then." Soft lips brushed against his shoulder lightly before the covers moved and all of her warmth pressed against his back.

One arm slipped around him and gently rolled him onto his side somewhat, allowing Victoire to engulf him as the big spoon. He didn't fight her, letting himself roll back against her front comfortably. With both of her arms wrapped around his chest, holding him securely in place and her chin propped against his shoulder, he could have stayed like this for hours, just enjoying each others company.

Of course Victoire had something else in mind.

"You sleep well?" she whispered as she placed warm kisses against his neck.

Teddy nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips as he melted into her. It didn't take long for Victoire's hands to begin wandering again.

Her flat palm rubbed against his chest for a little while, eliciting a quiet hum of contentment from the other.

"You wanna come take a shower with me?" Victoire's hand paused once it had traveled down against his stomach.

Teddy was presented with a dilemma. Of course he wanted to take a shower with her, but that also meant leaving the comforts of the bed and especially her warm grip.

"I see," Victoire replied with a hint of mischief in her voice as she practically read his mind without him ever uttering a word. "I suppose we need to wake you up some more then."

Teasingly her fingertips began sweeping against his stomach, causing him to inhale sharply and suck in his belly some. Round and round they went, circling the center casually.

It took Teddy's sluggish brain a moment to realise what kind of information his nerve endings were receiving. But as soon as they did a whiny "Nooo," could be heard giggled out and one hand moved down to grab hold of her wrist.

Victoire paused her attack as soon as Teddy grabbed her but the moment she noticed he wasn't actually doing anything to stop her, the teasing fingers were back, zeroing in on his belly button.

Victoire didn't have unusually long nails but in moments like this Teddy could swear they were like claws. With every sweep and scrape they managed to produce a different sound. Pretty quickly Teddy was a giggly mess, and this was only from one hand.

A short minute later the other hand began scribbling just below his pectoral muscle. Throwing his head back against her shoulder with a laugh, he tried in vain to protect his chest with his only other free arm.

For a moment Teddy could only lay there and take it, his brain unable to come up with a way to help. But as Victoire's fingers abandoned their job of teasing the rim of his belly button to dipping into the shallow divot, his body acted on his own accord.

With a yelp he used his weight to break free from her grip to roll face down, onto his stomach, elbows clamped tightly against this sides but his hands trapped beneath his chest. Victoire laughed softly, propping herself up to observe him catching his breath through residual giggles.

"You're mean," he huffed, turning his head to the side to face her. His eyes had finally fluttered open and moved up to meet her gaze. The look she gave him had Teddy breathless for a moment longer.

Victoire grinned as she reached over to run her fingers through his hair. "But you make it so easy when you're all sleepy. Can't really blame me for that."

Teddy shook his head with a quick chuckle and let his eyes fall shut again, focusing on the fingers scraping against his scalp. "Guess you'll have to enjoy your shower solo then," he mumbled defiantly.

Victoire sat up fully and straddled his lower back within seconds. "Oh, no, I don't think so," she whispered against his ear as she leaned down to him. Teddy's arms clamped tighter against his sides in anticipation but he should have known it would be no use.

Lightly but without hesitation, Victoire's fingers swept up and down the back of his rib cage where his arms couldn't quite protect him. Travelling the full length of his back, from his shoulder blades to where she was straddling him, the touch sent tingly sparks through his body and brought back the goosebumps.

The giggles burst out a lot faster this time, only muffled by Teddy pressing his face into the mattress. If it wasn't for the unbearably light touch, this could have actually been relaxing.

He wiggled his torso, as if that was going to dislodge her somehow but Victoire could tell this wasn't going to give her the result she was looking for any time soon. So instead she scooted down until she was straddling the back of his thighs.

Teddy was half expecting her to ambush the backs of his knees or maybe even his feet, so the sound of surprise that he made when two hands snaked between him and the mattress was something else. "That's not allowed!" he cried out through a laugh, lifting his head in order to press his pelvis further against the mattress.

But Victoire had already found her target. Three fingers on each side curled around the extruding hip bones which were only made easier to latch onto by Teddy's attempt to hide them.

"Vihihic!" he howled, freeing his hands from beneath his chest and bringing them down to grapple at her arms.

"Yes, hun?" Victoire replied casually, as if she wasn't just wrecking her boyfriend to pieces. "Something on your mind?"

"You-Ah! Dohon't- Come ohohon!" Words were really not coming easy to Teddy. With his last good thought he lifted his pelvis, now able to reach beneath him for Victoire's hands and tug them aside.

"I'm awake," he panted, hips plopping back down. "I'm awake." Victoire had a move to retract her hands but Teddy wasn't releasing them just yet.

"Good," she chuckled, watching him affectionately. "You can get your revenge once we had some breakfast."

Teddy smirked a little and turned his head to look at her over his shoulder. "Oh, you know me so well," he joked, finally releasing her and sitting up once she climbed off of him.

They shared a sweet kiss, sitting there in the messy tangle of covers before pulling away and just looking at each other with a laugh.

Yeah, waking up beside Victoire was definitely something Teddy could get used to.

[haikyuuhimbosandhypebeasts]

Heliotrope

Here’s my submission for the Forget Me Not collab for Anisylum! Please note the TW as it is VERY heavy. This piece is entirely SFW though!

Ship: Tsukishima Kei x GN! Reader Genre: Angst, but some fluff in some places. Word Count: 2.2k  Trigger/Content Warnings: near death experience, hospitalization, COVID-19, vomit mention, amnesia after hospitalization, a suicide attempt is briefly mentioned, swearing because this is by me Sexy Sexy Masterlist: here!

Sand clung to skin and the harsher rays of light that usually cascaded and burnt you had died away into a fading tangerine glow. You perched comfortably on the sand, taking note of the undulating waves- they were like you in the sense that while you could crash down hard on the opposition, you would shy away in a fragile manner when faced with gentle treatment. Perhaps it was that you felt you weren’t worth such luxuries that you found it hard to make friends through your first few years of high school. Perhaps it was trying to push people away because you were afraid yet alarmingly aware of your mortality. Perhaps it was something else entirely, something you weren’t quite ready to come to terms with. What you did know was that you weren’t alone in the violent struggle through high school to make friends while you had your walls up. Next to you was someone you never thought you’d share your favorite place with; in any terms you found this boy appalling with his behavior. So appalling, you saw yourself in the way he closed himself off and cut those close with tongue lashings. You knew this only through another friend who took issue with him as you went to another school in an entire other prefecture. Words mauled their way out from your throat, breaking the silence between you and Tsukishima Kei. “I won’t ask you why you tried to do what you did today. But I will ask if there’s anyone you can talk to in your life.” You didn’t understand yourself. Why would you say that…? You don’t remember anything like this at all… His response was equally incoherent and odd. “Okay, but I’ll kill you if you go back on it.” When you opened your mouth to reply to him, the ground around you suddenly reared up like a defensive serpent. A pillar of beach sand forced its way from the ground into your throat, suffocating and trapping your lungs in permanent fullness. You could only gag and cry, unable to even see Tsukishima past the torrent of sand breaking into your body with the intent to kill you slowly…

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You woke up once more in that dull grey-blue and white room with the only sounds you could properly process being the beep of a heart monitor somewhere behind you. You had managed to halfway curl into somewhat resembling the fetal position, but something kept making you cough and gag as your throat was caught. You move your hand to whatever is catching and about to make you vomit- a tube. This tube, you followed, was in your nose good and solid, and you felt it deep enough in your sinuses you didn’t dare try to pull it out. Moving your hands felt foreign like you had forgotten how to process being human and natural motions like that. You testingly ran your right hand down the tube, taking care to not tug and cause discomfort. Your other hand came to rest on your face. It was slick from sweat, likely due to whatever the fuck you just had a dream about. At the corner of your lips was another tube and when you followed where it led it was taped to the side of your face. You lick your lips and manage to almost fall into a haze until you see movement for the first time in what feels like forever. To be fair, it is one of the most jarring appearances of a person you’ve seen in your whole life to what you can recall. A person in a full-body hazmat suit enters your room through a door you hadn’t even processed was there, then greets you as casually as they can through a plague-resistant suit. “Hey there.” You squint at them. Yeah, you have no fucking idea who this cosplayer in a hospital is, and while you should probably be polite, you feel like you got ran over not once but twice.  You try to speak to them, but you can’t. You don’t have the air for it, it’s like you have no control over your breathing. Clarity washes over you. You’re hospitalized. These are tubes because you were asleep and weren’t breathing or eating right. The realization must show on your face because your nurse speaks up again. “Don’t worry about me too much, we’re just gonna check your vitals and if you feel up to it, we can see how you do without the ventilators.” You try to manage out a “whoopee”, which unimpressively comes out as some form of odd wheeze, and your nurse begins by grabbing the blood pressure cuff covered in protective plastic while they wear a sympathetic expression.

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Once you were off the ventilator, the nurse informed you about what had happened. Apparently, an ambulance was called when you were unresponsive and nearly blue in the face, sitting in front of your refrigerator with the door open. You were diagnosed with a severe case of COVID-19, something you had feared would wipe you out entirely and turn you past tense since its spread in your country. This fear wasn’t entirely irrational, either- you were immunocompromised and have been since you were a child. You grew up with being careful around others and hearing of a highly contagious new strain was something that filled you with so much paranoia you seriously considered quitting your current career and instead adopting a hermit lifestyle while completing college at home. Of course, such a thought was squashed by the slowly impending thought of rent, bills, due dates for assignments, and your bitch of a manager who lets people get close to you without a mask on. It’s not a big deal, (y/n), she once said to you. You wanted to shoehorn some tubes down her throat just to survive, see how that felt. It didn’t help that human resources wouldn’t listen to your complaint. They brushed it off since you were just a lowly sandwich maker at a chain sub place. If you had enough scraped together for lawyers right about now, they’d be totally fucked, you thought to yourself. Even more jarring is that it seemed you lost a handful of memories while in the hospital. You could remember basic outlines of people in your head- your very tall and incredibly testy roommate, your younger sister who wore glasses and was much smaller than you, and… a foggy memory of a man with messy black bedhead who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder. It hurt to think too hard. The doctor soon came by to give you test results, to check your vitals again, and to look over your records. He was a bit terse, but you can’t make the best judgments of people when they’re in plastic suits. “We’ll need to get you cleaned up by tomorrow and you should be able to head home,” he’d said, looking over your chart. You didn’t necessarily feel too ecstatic about your trip to your apartment. You remembered your roommate and how finicky he was, and you dreaded for him to belittle you over your condition. You dreaded it enough to even feel a knot of anxiety form in your stomach, wrenched in between your ribs without the intent of ever coming out. “We’ve already contacted uh…” The doctor squints at the screen, “Tsukishima… to come to pick you up tomorrow at noon. We’ll have care instructions printed out. You still have to quarantine for about a week more since your immune system isn’t at its most prime currently.” You agreed, it probably wasn’t a good recovery idea to make a couple of sammies for the public while you were recovering from a virus that had you intubated. He seemed grateful that you were lucid and cooperative, at least.

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You, predictably, didn’t sleep well after being in a medically induced haze for several days. Even more predictably, you found yourself awake from anxieties of the future. Tomorrow was only a few hours away, and then you’d be home. Home… what did that look like for you? The fog in your head was thick initially. You do remember coming home from classes at a different time than Tsukishima, how when you entered he’d often be reading over homework. You remembered how sometimes he would be in the shower and the scent of cheap green apple soap filled the living room connected to it. You remembered… You remembered holding his thin frame in your arms on a bridge, pulling him back from oncoming traffic. You remember how you both collapsed and how the cold autumn air stung your lungs. You remember wide golden eyes staring back at you, as tears slowly filled them, then his normally impartial voice breaking as he hiccuped a sob, “Why? Why did you have to be in Sendai right now?” You felt tears stinging your eyes and a lump form in your throat. You found yourself in distress of your new emotions. Maybe… maybe you can sleep this horrible feeling off. Maybe this fog in your head where you need to know how deep your relationship ran will lift once you get genuine sleep.

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Finally, a knock on the door encouraged you to rouse from your sleeping state. And eloquently, you spoke your true feelings in your sleep-deprived state,  “No.” You hear the doorknob turn and the door open. There’s a lack of a greeting from your nurse nor a quick apology from your doctor for interrupting your sleep. Actually, if you’re gonna use logic, what nurse or doctor is gonna wake up their peacefully sleeping patient in recovery? Thought of it being your doctor or nurse practically evaporates once the intruder has a seat on your bed. They still haven’t spoken, so now you’re remembering what tricks of self-defense you learned online to give this person a proper ass-kicking for getting way too close. You crack your hazy eyes open to get a look at where they’re sitting and you stop dead in your thoughts as wary gold eyes peer down at you. Your eyes widen out of reflex and butterflies bloom from your stomach at seeing what you now remember is your roommate. “I knew you were awake,” He said, a wry smile on his face. His expression was betrayed by his concerned gaze, though, “Wow, you look like shit.” You don’t know entirely why past his comment feeling not as an insult, but almost as a compliment, but you smile a little, “I feel like it too.” His expression doesn’t change. He runs a large calloused hand through the tresses of your hair, though, as if to soothe you. The doctor walked in and apologized for interrupting the moment between the two of you, unsure if it was something serious. You told him it was nothing because that’s what it was to you.

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The car ride wasn’t filled with the snarky banter you had been expecting. Instead, there was plentiful comfortable silence as Tsukishima drove. You didn’t know whether to be grateful or not for the silence- you still felt quite feeble and needed way more bed rest before you could get ready to do anything for anyone. Despite the wholesome silence, you felt those round gold eyes focus on you occasionally. And even though it was comfortable, you felt a melancholy twinge in the atmosphere as he inspected you. “I know you’ll give me shit for this… but you look like you’ve lost weight. I uh…” He gripped the steering wheel harder. You glanced over at him. A shade of baby pink dusted itself across his cheekbones and nose as he focused on the road. “I’m worried about you.” Fuck, there go those butterflies again. Something in you pushed to help- to comfort- but the logical side of your brain brought you to a halt. You’d weighed it in your head a couple of times. You two act closer than just roommates, and it’s not entirely clear how or why you got up to this point… but you had a solid hunch you might be dating this guy. Maybe? You closed your eyes and rested your head on the car door as you thought. You remember how sand clung to your body and you could hear the roaring of the sea. How you watched Tsukishima focus on the waves to regulate his breathing. You vaguely remember your words breaking away from your throat and catching the salty sea air. “Why don’t we stay together?” His lanky body stiffened, then he looked at you with disbelief. “... you wouldn’t want that. I’m fucking annoying and mean.” Your eyes creased with familiarity at the line. “Yeah? So am I. We can butt heads until we balance each other out.” It looked like he wanted to cry, but his pride wouldn’t let him cry in front of you anymore today. “I won’t ask you why you tried to do what you did today. But I will ask if there’s anyone you can talk to in your life,” you reached a careful hand over to rub his back, “Kei, if there isn’t, let me be that person.” You felt how his breath shuddered. To save his pride, you looked to the ocean and watched its hypnotic movements. After a few deep, shaky inhales and exhales, he replied. “I don’t understand why you’re being nice to me. Why you didn’t let me die. I will probably come back to this point in my life several times and you’re trying to say you’ll put up with it?” There was some bite to his tone, he was trying so hard to put up walls when he had no will to do so at the moment. How long had he pushed others away from being close? If he was anything like you… it was since grade school. “Let me be your support for when you’re in pain,” You tried once more, “I’m stubborn as shit so I know I won’t give up on you.” “You’re not getting it, you fucking idiot. I’m always in pain, that’s just been life,” he snapped bitterly, glaring at you now.  “Then I guess I’ll be by your side forever.” You’d said it without thinking that day. It was like the ocean grew quieter with your words as if even Poseidon became interested in your proposition. You felt heat rise to your face at the implications of what you said. He stared at you with raised eyebrows and the slightest hint of a champagne pink hue on his face. He averted his eyes almost in a panic and watched the ocean again, suddenly very aware of his own expression. You carefully peered over at him again to see he’d only grown redder, now mirroring you. “You… don’t mean that,” He said as if it were a statement. “I do. You’re a good person inside, but you’re defensive and hurt. I’ve seen that from you in the past and I’ve learned more about you today. I want to be there for you as long as you’ll have me. Will you let me?”  He picked at the sand as if thinking it over for a moment. There was a brief pause as waves rolled over each other in front of both of you, the sound of their impact being the only thing to grace your ears. Finally, his cynical tone returned as he regained some form of his prior composure. “Okay, but I’ll kill you if you go back on it.”

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“Hey. (Y/n), we’re home,” Tsukishima gently shook your shoulder to rouse you from your sleep. You opened your eyes slowly and groaned out a swear. Tsukishima felt a hesitant smile creep up his face as he opted to just try and maneuver you into your shared home himself. He remembered how waking up was hard for you. Once he opened the passenger door you nearly fell out onto the pavement, only saved by your seatbelt and the giant himself. Your face fell awkwardly into his hip, and you grumbled at the interruption to your sleep. “You sleep like the fucking dead, christ,” he mused out loud and sat you up so it was safe to unbuckle your seatbelt. He urged you to get up more- it wasn’t that you were heavy, he just really wasn’t in the place to lift you at the moment and didn’t even know how to go about it. Regardless, he held you up by a shoulder and crouched to make it easier for you both to walk to the apartment. In some part of your sleep, you began to speak, “Kei.” He kept his gaze trained forward at the front door and struggled to grab his keys from his pocket, “Yes?” “Are we married?” Kei dropped his keys, then shot you a look of concern, “... No…?” He had to hold himself back from saying not yet, unsure of what you were getting to. He reached down to grab his keys and he focused back on the door. “Why are you asking?” He unlocked the door and threw it open, getting you both inside finally. He set you on your couch and sat on the floor in front of you. You looked at him suspiciously, now roused from your sleep. The only thing on your mind was that dream- it had to be a memory! You refused to understand it as anything but that. You prodded, “On the beach, I told you I’d be by your side forever.” He seemed to weigh your thoughts heavily in his mind, “... did you forget about us?” You didn’t expect what felt like cold water to hit your back so hard and so suddenly at his suggestion. He didn’t seem hurt at the thought, instead, he found himself occupied with your reaction. His hand reached out to rub the side of your face as you looked at him with wide, guilty eyes. “Don’t worry about it. Your sister told me this kind of thing might happen…” His calloused thumb traced over your lip, and he offered a smile the best he could, “I’ll try to explain it.” Tsukishima explained that what you remembered happened about four years ago and you had been living together ever since. He motioned to photos on the walls of the two of you and people who you could just hardly remember. When you rested your index finger on an individual who was much scrawnier than most of the people there, sitting on the bench with you and watching you speak with admiration, Tsukki put his hand over yours. “That’s your sister. She took most of these pictures, but she usually sits next to you when you have a space available.” You nodded and closed your eyes. You began to remember summers you spent with her in childhood and her yelling at you to do your homework when you bothered her as you got older. You smiled a bit. Once your eyes opened again, your finger traveled to possibly the tallest person in the room. He was big, but you remembered something warm and comfortable about that man… “That’s Kuroo. You both went to the same high school and you were in his friend group.” You both went on like that for a while until you’d cleared everyone in that picture. Once you did, you sat down to think over the new cluster of names you’d picked up. “... when you promised you’d be here with me forever, did you remember what I promised to you?” Kei asked as he sat next to you. “No… I just remember what happened on the beach up until you threatened to kill me if I took back my promise.” “Oh, right. I was going through that phase,” He seemed displeased with the comment. You found it almost funny but refrained from laughing for his sake. He continued, in a quieter tone, “I promised that if something happened to you, that I would always be here for you, too. That I’d get you back into shape.” His larger hand gently entwined with yours, “... so if you remember that promise and you’ll have me, I’d love to marry you once you get your memories back. … If you want to. I-” You cut him off with a hug to his side, trembling a bit as your emotions got the better of you. You smiled up at him. “I can’t promise I’ll be better fast, and I still feel like several trucks ran through me at once… but I’m happy,” you managed out. You didn’t know what your face looked like right about now and you didn’t have the nerve to look up into Kei’s glasses to check your reflection. He wrapped his arms around you in return, pressing the side of his face against your head. “Please, don’t give me an answer yet. You’re not in the right mental state. I’ll wait for you until you’re ready.” You ran your hands up and down his back. You weren’t exactly afraid of remembering things, but you were quite anxious for what tomorrow might bring for both of you. Despite that, you felt safe recovering in his arms, and you were sure you’d feel that way for a long time.

Have a link to the sexy sexy masterlist down here as well. Unless you’re done reading, then have a good day. But if you’re not there’s some fire stuff in that bad boy.

[queenmuzz]

26 and 28 with F!reader x Vergil, where Reader says both of the words to Vergil. Kill me with fluff muzz like how you kill me with angst.

“You’re really warm.” “Can I stay here tonight?”

Vergil cursed himself, as he carried your shivering body through the portal.  He should have known that the ice wave was aimed for you.  He should have known that Frosts were about to show up in that area.  He SHOULD have known that taking you along was an error of judgement.  HIS error of judgement.  And now you would pay the price for his mistakes. “You’re thinking too hard” You murmured between chattering teeth.  “Silence” he said, with no venom. The fact that you were still coherent to make a joke at his expense was a good sign, (although, if his brother with the single brain cell was able to do that on a regular basis, the bar was incredibly low), and he was slightly relieved.  When he had first picked you up, you had been so cold, he had immediately feared the worst.

But, your heartbeat was still there, and thankfully you were still breathing, if the puffs of fog indicated.  Without warning, without even telling his son or brother, only hearing Dante yelling “Oh come on, you’re gonna strand us here!?” as the portal sealed shut.  Vergil did not care.  The two of them, with hot demon blood racing through their veins, were more than immune to the chilling effects and were more than capable to deal with the threat.  You, on the other hand, with your weak human constitution, would quickly succumb to the cold.  He wasn’t familiar with first aid, but he knew that he needed to warm you up, and quickly.  He could deal with his brother’s complaining later.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he nearly kicked the bathroom off its hinges with his foot as he carried you inside.  You needed a warm bath, but...he looked down at you, nearly dozing off in his arms (Not a good sign, he knew that at least), he was somewhat hesitant.  You and him were close...but not that close, regardless of the insinuations Dante would constantly quip.

He pondered as he slowly let you down and turned on the bathtub faucet, what to do.  You needed to get warm, and fast.  But undressing you… even with your life in the balance, his sense of honour dictated that seeing you unclothed, without your consent, he hesitated.

Perhaps… he could find a possible way around this.  After the water filled up as far as it was safe, he picked up your nearly unconscious for, and after a murmured apology, he gently placed you into the tub, clothes and all.  At the very least, the warm water would not be a shock to your system.

Still, as you came to, you weren’t that happy.

“Vergil…” you asked confused, “what in the hell” you looked down as your sweater, now almost double its original size.

“You were suffering from hypothermia”  he explained, as confidently as he could.  “I deemed that it was necessary to get you into a warm situation as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, but my clothes and all?” 

“You were beginning to drift off, time was of the essence.”  Yes, that would be his official reason.  “How are you feeling?”

“Better” you smiled at him, “I can feel my toes again,” and as if to show off you wiggled your feet, barely visible underneath the soaked shoes you wore.  “Really Vergil, my new shoes!?  You could have at least taken them off.  I’m billing you for this,” you chuckled.

You seemed a lot better, with your sense of humour intact, so he thought it was alright to leave you alone while he fetched fresh towels (from his stash, he never would allow you to be forced to use his brother's), and after a bit of hesitation, he chose his own bathrobe.  

You were already out of the tub when he came back, and were in the process of struggling to get off your shirt, revealing a lot more skin that he had expected.  Hurriedly, he placed the towels down, and left, before you had even noticed his arrival.

He tried to take his mind off your nearly topless visage, but that led to the thing that caused this whole situation.  He should have been more alert, more cautious… more protective.  He sat down on his bed, head in his hands.  What would have happened if he hadn’t gotten you out of there in time?  What would happen the next time you went on a mission without him, or went solo.  The very thought of you laying alone, injured…

“Hey,”

He looked up to see you leaning on the doorframe.  You were wrapped up in a bathrobe that was comically too big for you, but there was a look of concern on your face.

“You okay?”

“I could say the same thing to you.”

“I’m fine, wrung out my clothes as best as I could, and hung them up on the shower rod, hopefully they don’t drip too much.” You cocked your head, “May I come in?”

Vergil nodded, and you took a seat beside him, your hand interlacing with his.

“Thank you,”  you said quietly, as if afraid to break the silence, “I know I was really snarky about it earlier, but I am truthfully grateful.  I shouldn’t have been so dumb and got got up in that attack, I’ve fought dozens of those things, and they’re all so predictable.”

“It’s not your fault, the fau-” but he was cut off by your finger on his lips.

“Now now, remember what I said about things we can’t control, besides,” you wrapped your arms around him, “It's how you responded that’s important.” Hesitatingly embraced you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“You’re really warm.”

“Pardon?”

“When you were carrying me out of there, I felt like I was drifting off, even though some part of my brain told me that was the worst thing I could do.  But being held so close,” you snuggled deeper into his chest, “I could feel your warmth, and I clung to it like a lifeline.  It possibly was the only thing keeping me going...well, until you dumped me into the bath.”  He could feel a faint breath of a chuckle, followed by a suppressed yawn.  “Tired?” he asked, just the slight worry that the hypothermia hadn’t gone away. “A bit…” you admitted, “and seeing as I have no dry clothes at the moment…”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

Silently, he leaned back, pulling you gently onto the bed, arranging it so that you had to move as little as possible, your head resting on his chest.  It was a good arrangement, he could monitor your condition, and you can enjoy the ‘warmth’ of his body.  

“Thank you, Vergil” you whispered tiredly, and he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.  Surprisingly, it didn’t take HIM long for him to fall asleep either, each of you lulled to sleep by each other’s warmth.

[mermaidssonshipss]

scars & bruises

warnings: self-harm, depression, abuse, cursing

word count: 2,916

pairing(s): jj maybank x reader

Your fingers absentmindedly tugged at the edge of your shorts, pulling them over your thighs as you sat down on the beat up lawn chair. Your friends were sat around a small fire, all of them nursing a beer and laughing at some story JJ was telling. You smiled here and there, your eyes gazing out across the ocean in front of you tuning JJ’s words out, missing the way his blue eyes watched you closely with every word he spoke.

The day had been spent out on the HMS Pogue as it usually was, but your mind was far from the water. Just the night before, your step-father, Bill, had come home from work angrier than he had been in weeks, his fists and feet flying into your stomach leaving you covered in bruises. He knew to avoid your face, arms, and legs, as he knew you lived on the ocean, it was inevitable that those parts of your skin would make an appearance, which meant your stomach and back were usually the victims of his fury. For as long as the Pogue’s had known you, which was over 5 years ago when you moved there, they had never seen you in a bikini. Kie had brought it up to you before, wondering why, with a body like yours, you didn’t show it off. Not only did you always have a one-piece on, though you tried to always make sure it fit your chest perfectly so you had something to show off, you never took off whatever pair of your shorts you had on over it. You had simply shrugged and said it was how you felt most comfortable, and the topic was dropped. Your thighs were painted with various shades of self-inflicted scars, some new, some old, some healing, and you had managed to keep it a secret for as long as you had done it.

“Yo, earth to y/n,” Pope’s voice called, your head snapping from the ocean and to the direction of the group that was now watching you intently. 

“Sorry, just really tired today,” it was a lame excuse, but you were tired somewhat, your stomach aching from the night before with every breath you took had taken a lot out of you. 

“Go into the guest room, take a nap,” JJ spoke, his head darting towards the chateau, concern filling his eyes.

“He just wants to get you in his bed, don’t do it. Next thing you know you’ll wake up to him staring at you with his dick in his hand,” John B snorted, shoving JJ’s shoulder. The group laughed and JJ sent a punch into John B’s arm, muttering a quiet “Shut the fuck up” at the brunette haired boy.

“As tempting as that entire scenario sounds,” you chucked softly, pushing yourself off the chair flinching slightly as the pain got worse with every move, “I have to get home.” You saluted the group as they all sent you goodbyes, your figure retreating as you began your walk home.

***

“You’re late,” your mom spoke the second you walked through the front door, the clock on the wall reading 12:02. You had promised you’d be home by 12.

“By two minutes,” you whispered, your eyes darting around the living room looking for your step-father.

“Just hurry up the stairs, be quiet, and he won’t notice,” your mom rushed, her hands pushing you up the stairs to avoid your step-fathers anger.

The second your feet carried you into your room, you quietly shut the door behind you and let out the breath you had been holding. You quickly made your way into the bathroom attached to your room, stripping out of the shorts and swimsuit you had worn, your eyes falling to the mirror in-front of you. Tears slowly streamed down your cheeks as you looked at the deep bruises littering your stomach, a quiet sob reaching your throat as your fingers traced the fresh cuts on your thighs, your nails digging into them to re-open the wounds. When that wasn’t enough, you reached for the fresh razor you had stashed behind your shower curtain.

***

A week had passed since you last saw the Pogues. Your stepfather had lost his shit one night when you accidentally dropped a plate and broke it, and for the first time, his fist had collided with your face. He had continued his rage everyday after that, though once he saw the bruise covering your face he remembered to avoid the area. You were in too much pain to pretend like you were fine and run around with the Pogues, so you simply ignored them, or sent lame excuses back to them as to why you couldn’t show up. Bill had taken a break last night, letting your body heal, and though the bruise on your face was still nasty, covering your jaw and half of your cheek, you decided you needed to make an appearance before they decided to come to you.

Your black boot clad feet stepped into the chateau, a pair of tight ripped jeans covering your legs and one of JJ’s long-sleeved shirts adorning your upper half.

JJ had been the one in the friend group you gravitated towards the most when you were first being welcomed into the group. Your personalities matched well, and you balanced him out when he would get angry and try to start a fight. The truth about his dad had come out maybe a year into knowing him, and you had made it your mission to take care of JJ, to show him what it was like to be loved and cared for. You weren’t dating, though everyone on their side of the island had bets on when it would happen, but you were definitely in love with the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy; you would never tell him though, just as you could never tell him the truth about what was going on in your home, or your own mind. He had too much to worry about on his own.

“Y/N!” John B spotted you first, his eyes widening as he jumped off the couch and ran towards you, his body slamming into yours as he gave you a tight hug. You took in a sharp breath at the impact, wrapping your arms around him anyway and ignoring the pain. Soon, the others, minus JJ, had joined and were wrapping you up, kisses being placed all over your face. None of them had noticed the bruise yet, too caught up in just seeing you to notice. Except for JJ.

“What happened to your face?” JJ’s jaw was clenched as he stood up, the Pogues now pulling away and taking a look at what JJ saw, their eyes widening. Kie brought her hand up and rested it on your cheek, causing you to flinch away.

“Nice to see you too, JJ,” you laughed half-heartedly, but none of them laughed along. JJ was now standing in front of you, his eyes scanning your figure. His hand reached out, tugging at your-his, shirt, his eyes locking with yours. He knew you had this shirt, you had stolen it from him years ago, but it would magically turn up here and there in his room, and he knew you left it for him to wear and wash so when you stole it again, it smelt like him, but he also knew you only wore it when you wanted to feel safe. You had told him before that he was the only person on this island that made you feel safe, and when you couldn’t be with him, you wore his shirt to feel like you were with him.

“Seriously, what happened?” Kie’s voice was quiet as she grabbed your hand lightly, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Guys, seriously, it’s okay. I’m just clumsy. Always have been. Fell on the way home the other night,” you were looking at JJ as you spoke, his hand still clutching onto the shirt you were wearing. The others nodded, believing the story, but JJ knew better.

“Bullshit,” he snapped, tugging you closer to him, his free hand coming up to stroke your cheek lightly. Instead of flinching as you had with Kie, you leaned into his touch. He looked at you for a moment, and that’s when it clicked. The reason you never wore a bikini, or shied away from touch and flinched when someone touched your stomach a certain way. His jaw tensed even more, if that was possible, and his hand moved from your shirt to your hand that Kie was holding, wrapping around your wrist and yanking you away from the group and into the guest room, you stumbled after him, sending the other Pogues an apologetic smile before you were out of sight and the door was closed.

“JJ,” you sighed as he closed the door, pushing you onto the edge of the bed so you were sitting and he was standing over you.

“In the 5 years we’ve known you, you have never just... disappeared like that before. We were all worried sick, Y/N, I was worried sick. And then you pop up with a nasty bruise on your face and just expect us, or me to accept “I’m clumsy!” and move on? They might’ve fallen for that, but I know you better than that” He was talking fast, his hands on his hips as he stared straight at you. All you could do was sit and listen, your fingers pulling the long-sleeves of his shirt over your hands, trying to shrink into the fabric.

“JJ... please...” Your voice was quiet, your eyes trained on his sock-clad feet as tears were threatening to spill.

JJ let out a quiet groan before shuffling over next to you, his body weight dipping the bed down as he sat down next to you, your own body slightly falling into his.

“It’s Bill, isn’t it?” His voice was a whisper as he spoke, his eyes trained on the way your body flinched at the mention of your step-dads name. Lying to JJ had never come easy to you, not as easy as lying to everyone else did, and you knew there was no point in trying in this moment. He knew, and you were just so tired of pretending. Your head nodded slightly, and JJ’s hand came to rest on the bottom of your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. When you looked at him, his jaw was clenched, as it had been pretty much since you walked in, and his blue eyes were the darkest you’d ever seen them; he was mad... no, he was pissed. 

“I need you to promise me you won’t go and do anything stupid,” your hand covered his on your thigh, your fingers lacing through his from the top.

“Take the shirt off,” was his only response as he slipped his hand out of yours and stood up once again in front of you.

“What?” You were taken aback by the request, your eyes snapping to him.

“I want to see your stomach,” his reply was simple, the tone of his voice clipped with every word. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” the bruises on your stomach and back were brutal, worse than ones you’d ever gotten considering they had been layered on over the week. While JJ was tall and muscular, he wasn’t a 55 year old man with years of weight and muscle on him; he wouldn’t stand a chance against Bill, and you knew he would try and do something stupid.

“Take the fucking shirt off, Y/N. You always see me after Luke does his work and help fix me up,” his voice trailed off and you could see he was holding back tears. Standing up from the bed, your shaking fingers gripped the ends of your shirt, and you took a deep breath before ripping it off. 

“Jesus Christ,” JJ muttered, his eyes taking in your newly exposed skin, the bruises spanning across the beautiful skin he’d longed to see since he met you. His feet shuffled against the floor as he moved closer to you, his hand reaching out and slowly tracing over your stomach, “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I didn’t want you worrying about me, you have enough going on...” tears were freely spilling down his cheeks now, his eyes snapping to yours.

“I always worry about you, but I could’ve... fuck I could’ve protected you!” He had stepped back now, his fingers tugging at his hair as his voice had risen.

“No, you couldn’t have. No one can, JJ,” you rushed to him, grabbing his hands from his hair and forcing him to look at you, “And I swear to god if you go out and try and do something stupid and you get yourself killed I will bring you back to life and kill you again. I need you, JJ.”

I need you rang through JJ’s ears, his gaze softening. Until he had met you, he never truly felt like he understood what love was. What being cared about meant. Of course, he had the Pogues, and they all loved each other in their own way, but you had tugged on JJ’s heart the moment he saw your smile. You noticed things about him that no one else did, and you always made sure to keep an eye on him. Since he’d met you, he’d gotten himself in a lot less trouble than before you were around, simply because you were the only person who could successfully talk him down. He was in love with you, and that scared him shitless. The fact that you had been suffering for years without him noticing made him want to rip his heart out of his own chest.

Hours had passed, and the rest of the Pogues had gone home, John B retreating into his own room. You and JJ lay in his bed, his fingers running through your hair absentmindedly. He had promised he wouldn’t go after Bill, but he also made you promise not to go home tonight. He tried to make you promise to never go home, but just as him, you couldn’t make that promise.

“Can I ask you a question?” His voice was raspy as it broke through the quiet room, as you two had favored just laying in silence.

“Mhm,” you hummed in response, turning your head to face him.

“Why do you always wear shorts? I get not showing your stomach now, but...” he trailed off, and your breath caught in your throat at the question.

“I...” the words failed to come out, your fingers tracing over the top of your thighs over your jeans. You shook your head and pushed yourself off the bed, figuring it was much easier to show him. You unbuttoned your jeans, causing JJ to sit up and watch you intently as you pushed the fabric down your legs, stepping out of them. He didn’t notice it right away, his eyes wandering over your skin thoughtfully, but then he saw it. Hundreds of scars littered the delicate skin as well as fresh cuts on top of old ones. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and tugged you in-between his legs, his fingers tracing a few of the new marks.

“Please promise me you will never do this to yourself again. And if you feel like it I need to know you’ll call me. I don’t care what time it is, I will be there in a heartbeat,” he was leaning his forehead against your stomach now, lightly, so he didn’t upset the bruises, and your fingers started carding themselves through his hair.

“I promise,” the words were shaky as you spoke them, but you meant them. You had expected him to look at you with disgust, to say you were fucked up and that you needed help, but those words never came from his mouth. 

JJ pulled you back down on the bed, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he pressed you to his body as tight as he possibly could.

Your nose brushed against his lightly, the breath between you two mingling and becoming one. His hand was trailing across your leg, his fingers lightly tracing the skin raising goosebumps as he passed. Eventually, his hand was resting on your neck, tilting your face even closer to his, his lips brushing over yours in a soft caress. Your eyes closed softly, your lips capturing his bottom lip between yours. The grip he had on your neck tightened at the action before he finally pressed his lips atop yours fully, pulling you into a kiss that had both of your hearts racing. You had dreamt about what it would feel like to kiss JJ Maybank since you’d met him, but never in a million years did you think it would feel this good. This right. You melted into each other, the kiss becoming more passionate until you were both forced to pull apart, needing to breathe, but as soon as you had taken a breath his lips were back on yours.

“I love you,” he muttered the words against your lips, causing you to pull away slightly, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you, more than anything.”

“We’re gonna get through this together, I promise you.” His lips were on yours once more, his arms surrounding you, and for the first time since you could even remember, you felt safe. 

[fallen-gravity]

Cheap Thrills and Expensive Snacks

Mabel grins. “Grunkle Ford, do you want to go on a road trip with us? One last adventure before we have to go home?”

Ford’s smile softens with sadness. He’d gotten so caught up in reveling in Bill’s defeat that he’d almost forgotten the kids were heading back to California at the end of the summer.

Ford shakes his head. “I would love to, but…” he frowns. “I’m not sure we have enough time”

The young twins exchange grins, like that’s exactly the response they were waiting for.

“I wouldn’t say that, Grunkle Ford” Dipper grins, looking like he’s struggling to suppress a fit of giggles.

“We have all time in the world” Mabel finishes Dipper’s sentence for him, and in perfect unison the twins pull out a roll of measuring tape from their pockets.

Notes: Here's my belated entry for Week 3 of Forduary: Road Trip!! I absolutely love the road trip trope, and highkey wish Ford could've gotten to see some of Stan's competitors just for the sake of how awful they were compared to the Mystery Shack. C'mon! Give Stan some credit.I also wanted an excuse for Ford to bond more with the kids before they went home, and what better way than through a never-ending roadtrip that somewhat breaks the laws of time and space?

@forduary

AO3

Ever since Ford heard the first bird chirping the morning after Weirdmageddon’s conclusion, he’s felt like a thirty-year old weight has finally been lifted from his shoulders. For the first time in decades, Ford has found himself able to sleep, able to eat, able to do and say anything he pleases without having to speak in hushed tones or cast a cautious glance behind his shoulders.

For the first time since his childhood, he truly feels like himself again, and no longer like a marionette whose strings are always on the brink of snapping under pressure.

It was that first morning after the war, upon waking up before others (out of habit, mostly), that he allowed himself to truly sit and ponder on everything he’s been missing since shutting himself out from the world in his early twenties. He quickly came to the conclusion that the things he missed most were always the things he’d always had just outside of arm’s length; He missed the thrill of discovery, of exploration,  the passion for his life’s work that had faded into thin air the moment that fateful first test run of the portal had failed.

Most of all, he missed companionship.

As much as he hated to admit it to himself, Ford needed other people in his life more than anything else, even more than Ivy League schools and research grants and all the knowledge in the universe.

He told Stan the reason he wanted to take a boat out to the Arctic was to track and contain the remnants of Weirdmageddon that had begun to spread outside of Gravity Falls. But truth be told, he would’ve asked Stan if he still wanted to travel world with him regardless, because Ford found himself wanting nothing more than to chase their childhood dream and never let it go again.

There’s a light knock on his study door as he’s scribbling down navigation notes and he’s half-expecting to see Stan when he turns to the noise. He’s instead met with Dipper and Mabel, standing side by side in his doorway.

“Got a minute?” Dipper asks.

“We have something super important to ask you!” Mabel beams.

Ford places his pen down on his desk, and smiles. “I’m listening”

“Well,” Dipper starts. “We’ve been thinking about how we didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time with you this summer because...” he shrugs. “Well, because we didn’t know you existed until a few weeks ago”

“And that’s totally unfair to you!” Mabel throws her arms up in the air. “It’s not your fault you missed out on all the fun because you were trapped in another dimension”

Dipper nods. “And that got us thinking of all the time we spent with Grunkle Stan, and the road trip he took us on a few weeks ago without you. I don’t know if that was because he asked you and you said no, or if he left without telling you out of spite, or something”

“And that’s when a super genius idea came to us!” Mabel grins. “Grunkle Ford, do you want to go on a road trip with us? One last adventure before we have to go home?”

Ford’s smile softens with sadness. He’d gotten so caught up in reveling in Bill’s defeat that he’d almost forgotten the kids were heading back to California at the end of the summer.

But…a glance to the calendar hanging by the doorway tells him it’s August 29th, and the twins are set to leave after their birthday party ends on the 31st.

Ford shakes his head. “I would love to, but…” he frowns. “I’m not sure we have enough time”

The young twins exchange grins, like that’s exactly the response they were waiting for.

“I wouldn’t say that, Grunkle Ford” Dipper grins, looking like he’s struggling to suppress a fit of giggles.

“We have all time in the world” Mabel finishes Dipper’s sentence for him, and in perfect unison the twins pull out a roll of measuring tape from their pockets. Before Ford has even a moment to wonder what they could mean, they each pull on their tape, high five each other, and disappear into thin air.

Ford stumbles to his feet, nearly knocking his chair to the ground. Between one blink and the next the kids reappear, both of them wearing period piece costumes. The measuring tapes in their hand crackle with blue lightning.

Ford gasps. “Time tapes! Of course!” He approaches the twins in the doorway. “How did you two get ahold of these?”

“Let’s just say we have an inside to these sorts of things” Mabel replies, kicking her costume off and placing her time tape back into her sweater pocket.

“So what do you say?” Dipper steps forward. “Do you want to come with us on a road trip? We can literally go whenever we want”

“You mean when--” Mabel pauses, backtracking. “Oh, wait, you did say that”

“So what do you say, Grunkle Ford? One more adventure for the road?”

Ford’s chest fills with warmth. He’d love to; he really would, but…

“What about Stan?”

“Y’gotta give me some credit, poindexter” Stan’s voice rings from behind the corner. If Ford had to guess, it’s probably because he was waiting for his response. “Someone’s gotta tag along to babysit you three”

Ford wants to glare at his brother at the insult, but his excitement overtakes it and a grin spreads to his face instead.

“Let’s go,” he says, with all the wonder in his tone that he’d been missing for years.

Dipper and Mabel exchange nods, and take each other’s hands. With their free hands, they stretch their measuring tapes out the same length.  Stan grabs on to Mabel’s shoulder, and after he and Dipper share a silent, knowing glance, Ford places his hand on Dipper’s shoulder.

Dipper and Mabel release their tape in unison, and a large flash of white light overwhelms Ford’s vision. When it finally fades, the four of them are still standing exactly where they’d been a moment ago, the only indication that anything changed being the sparks of blue lightning crackling from their clothes.

Dipper’s the first to step away from the huddle. “See?” He gestures at Ford’s wall calendar, which now displays June instead of August. “It’s practically the beginning of the summer all over again!”

Mabel breaks away to stand beside Dipper. “Now we can go anywhere we want! We could go to Portland, or Vegas, or the lost city of Atlantis, or anywhere in the world, because this bad boy prevents us from missing our bus ride home for as long as we want!”

Stan chuckles, shaking his head. “Not so fast, Mabel. I love the enthusiasm, but I’m not sure my old RV can handle driving into the ocean. Not unless Brainiac over here is willing to do some modifications on it” Stan throws an arm around Ford’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly. “Besides, I’ve already got a plan!” Stan’s gaze shifts to Ford, and the grin on his face could split it in two. “If you think my attractions look fake, just wait ‘til you see how bad my competitors look compared to me!”

“I dunno,” Dipper frowns, scratching at his chin. “Don’t you think going back to the place where you were almost eaten by a giant spider lady is a bad idea?”

“Hey, time travel rules mean that I never met her in the first place, right?” Stan crosses his arms. “Besides, it’s not like I’m gonna fall for her tricks all over again just because she offers me discounted tickets, or something”

Dipper and Mabel exchange worried glances.

“Mmm, okay,” Dipper says. “But we’re keeping an eye on you”

“That’s the spirit!” Stan exclaims, and slaps Ford on the back as he backs out of the room. “I’m gonna go pack. I doubt you have anything to pack, Sixer, but we’re reconvening in the gift shop in an hour. Go…take a shower or something. I don’t wanna spend next twelve hours driving with someone smelling like that.”

Ford glares at him, but before he has time to respond Stan’s already gone. The kids must’ve slipped out close on Stan’s heels, because when Ford turns he’s alone in his room. Rolling his eyes, he walks to his couch and kneels on the ground, reaching underneath for his emergency exploration pack. It’s a backpack torn and worn from age, and comes already packed with water bottles, nutrient bars, sunscreen, and just about every brand of monster repellent known to mankind.

A nostalgic sort of smile threatens to tug at his lips. He hasn’t seen this bag since his early research days with Fiddleford. He slings it over his shoulders, and pats at his trench coat pocket to make sure his journal is still safely tucked inside. He doesn’t necessarily plan on making any more additions, but he supposes that old habits die hard.

~~

It’s a very bulky RV, much bigger than Ford was expecting. He’d assumed that Stan calling it an RV was just an exaggeration, and that the four of them would just be piling into the Stanleymobile as they tugged some tiny trailer along that they would only would only step foot in for sleeping. But as Ford approaches, he can see Dipper and Mabel chatting at a small table through the window, and Stan rummaging through a cupboard above them, and it looks as though there’s still plenty of room to walk between them.

Mabel taps on Dipper’s shoulder, points in Ford’s direction, and both of them wave frantically out the window at him.

“Took you long enough,” Stan suddenly appears in the doorway of the camper. “Now get in. The last thing we need is to run into the past versions of those two and get bombarded with questions” He gestures with his thumb towards Dipper. “Especially him.  He sees that journal sticking out of your pocket and we’re done for”

Ford chuckles. “I can only imagine,” he says, and climbs aboard behind Stan. He’s about to take the passenger side seat besides Stan when the kids frantically wave him over.

“Grunkle Ford, over here!” Mabel beams, and hops down from her seat across from Dipper. “Come sit with us!”

“This is a road trip about spending more time with you, after all” Dipper nods. “What good will it do for us if you’re sitting way up front with Stan?”

“Yeah! No good interrogation ever happens from across the room!” Mabel exclaims.

Ford raises an eyebrow, but smiles at the pair as he takes a seat across from them. “Interrogation?”

“Yep!” Dipper grins. “We already know all of the heroic scientist stuff about you…”

“But we want to know the fun Grunkle stuff about you!” Mabel finishes his sentence for him. “You favorite ice cream flavor, your first kiss, the most illegal thing you’ve ever gotten away with…you know, just the basics!”

Ford blushes. “Well, I don’t know about that…”

“Aww, I’m sure it’s not that bad! Dipper’s first kiss was with a merman he had to give reverse CPR to!”

“Mabel!”  Dipper squeaks, his whole a dark shade of red. “That’s not fair! You know I didn’t have a choice!”

Ford can’t help the fond smile that spreads to his face. It’s moments like these that he’s going to miss the most. Sure, he’ll have anomalies, and treasure, and the whole world to explore, but he just knows that none of that is ever going to compare to time alone with the kids.

Once Stan gets the RV up and running, Ford knows there’s no going back. He and the kids swap childhood stories for hours, only pausing when Stan pulls off the side of the road to fuel up on gas and snacks. Dipper tells him of the time him and Mabel shaved their heads after a bully stuck gum in Mabel’s hair on photo day, and Ford tells them of the time that he and Stan swapped clothes on photo day just to see if they could get away with it. (They could, and Ford still has the yearbook where their photos are mislabeled as each other hidden away in his study to this day).

It’s eye opening, honestly. The young twins really are a mirror image to himself and Stan when they were kids.

“We’re here!” Stan grins, screeching the RV to a sudden halt. Upon looking out the window, the only thing Ford can see is a gift shop about the size of an outhouse and a ball of yarn about three sizes bigger than the RV.  Stan stands from the driver’s seat, stretching. “You think I overcharge for my tours, Sixer? This woman charges double the price of my admission just to take a picture of this fuzz ball” He reaches underneath the driver’s seat, pulling out a large hook attached to a thick rope. “We’re only doing her a favor by stealing it! Starting from scratch with a new attraction could do her some good”

“Hmm, I dunno” Dipper shrugs. “Don’t you think that doing the exact same prank on all of your competitors in the exact same order is just gonna result in them, I dunno, pranking you again in the exact same way?”

“Nonsense!” Stan brings his hand to his chest like Dipper had offended him. “The only reason they got away with it last time is because we left poindexter here home alone in the basement. There’ll be dozens of tour groups coming through the shack today with my past self taking care of the place for me.”  He taps at his forehead. “Besides, wasn’t this whole road trip your idea in the first place?” He smirks. “Are you telling me that your own idea is dumb?”

Dipper opens his mouth to argue back, realizes he has nothing, and pouts grumpily as he hops out of the RV. Stan cackles, and hops out of the RV after him. Ford rolls his eyes, and hops out after them to take a look at his surroundings. Stan really wasn’t kidding; everything really is contained to the one parking lot with nothing to show for it but the giant ball of yarn and a converted outhouse with tie-dye tee shirts hanging from its roof.

“Don’t just stand there gawking at it!” Stan slaps him on the shoulder, grinning. “Either help the kids out or talk the old woman’s ear off long enough to distract her” he gestures with a thumb towards Dipper and Mabel, giggling and poking at each other as they tie the rope end of the hook to the RV. As Mabel walks to attach the hook to the large yarn ball, she notices Ford watching her and waves hello.

“Hey Grunkle Ford!” she shouts. “If there’s enough left over from this mound after we drag it home, I’ll knit you a sweater with it!”

Ford laughs as he approaches to help her. “I’m counting on it.”

As it turns out, she wasn’t joking. As soon as they’ve all piled back into the RV to head to the next tourist trapped, Mabel already has her sewing needles in hand and a tangled ball of multicolored yarn sitting on the table in front of her. It’s amazing watching her work, clicking the needles together so quickly yet delicately, not missing a single fold. Ford’s never seen someone pour so much love into something so particular since the early days of his research.

Ford doesn’t want to interrupt her focus, so he turns to Dipper instead.

“How long has she been able to do that?”

Dipper glances at his sister beside him. “Oh, you mean sewing? Our grandma from our mom’s side of the family taught her when she was about six.” He rolls his eyes. “Our parents tried to buy her an electronic sewing machine for our eighth birthday, but she flat out rejected it because she insisted there wouldn’t be enough love in her creations if she didn’t make them by hand”

“It’s true!” Mabel exclaims, not looking up from her sewing job. “I’m not gonna sit around and let some machine do all the work for me! How are my friends and family supposed to know I made them their sweaters with love if I didn’t sew my blood and sweat into the threads myself?”

Ford hopes she’s being metaphorical, but the sentiment is still there. “So you’re telling me that every sweater you’ve worn this summer is homemade?”

“Yep!” she beams. “All the way down to the embroidery.” She holds up the skeleton of the sweater she’s working on into the light. “You’re real lucky, Grunkle Ford. This’ll be my first sweater I’ve ever made out of stolen materials!”

Her use of the term first rather than only makes Ford laugh.  The more time he spends with them, the less he wants to say goodbye to them. Stan must be the bravest man alive, being willing to send these kids home after three months with them, because if it were up to him he’d already be signing adoption papers to make them legally his.

“Stop two!” Stan yells from the front of the RV, and hops out as soon as they’re parked. Mabel places her work gently on the table, and follows Stan out without any effort. Dipper, on the other hand, takes one look out the window at where they’ve stopped and pales.

“Oh no”

Ford follows his gaze. It’s just a single story home turned on its head, absolutely nothing about it giving Ford the impression that there’s anything scary about it.

“What’s wrong?” Ford asks. “Do you get motion sickness? I learned quite a few tricks on how to deal with just the thing in the Spinning Top Dimension! You’re going to need a few things first, but I’m sure we’ll be able to find them around here somewhere-”

“N-no, it’s not that” Dipper cuts him off, face turning a dark shade of red. “The last time we were here I tried asking Grunkle Stan if he had any advice on how to talk to girls. And there was this one really cute girl, and we hit it off, but…” he rubs at his arm. “I acted like a total jerk. I treated her like she was just a number and I feel awful about it”

Ford frowns, getting down on one knee. “You’re not worried you’re going to run into her again, are you? This time loop should be stable enough to prevent her from showing up early”

Dipper’s gaze falls to the floor. “No, it’s more like…I’m so afraid of being myself that I feel like the only way I can fit in is to act like something I’m not. I just wish I could figure out a way to talk to girls without forcing myself to act like I’m better than them or something”

Ford smiles. “Dipper, I may not have any sound advice when it comes to girls,  but I’ve only known you for a number of weeks, and I think anyone would be lucky to have you. You’re kind and caring and so brilliant for your age” Dipper opens his mouth to protest, but Ford shakes his head. “Some of the most brilliant minds in the world suffered from anxiety and depression, my boy, and look where they are now. I have the upmost confidence that the same thing is bound to happen to you”.

Dipper’s eyes are big and wide, like he’s about to cry, but the waterworks never come. Dipper throws his arms around Ford’s neck in a hug, and Ford hugs him back. Once they pull away, they hop out of the van to join Stan and Mabel outside to prevent Stan from coming back in to yell at them. This stop is a bit less complicated, just a simple walkthrough to make sure there isn’t a hoard of tourists inside before running back out to tip the whole house right side up. It’s a lot of laughing from Stan and sprinting back to the van, and once they’re out of the parking lot and back on the highway it’s as if they never stopped at all. Mabel gets right back to working on her sweater, and Dipper gets right back to chatting up Ford for life stories.

A good portion of their stops go equally as smooth. The kids convince Ford to go on the log flume at Log Land with them which he absolutely does not throw up on, thank you very much, and Mabel nearly gets lost in a corn maze, but otherwise there’s nothing much of interest. Ford’s starting to suspect that Stan must be right, that the Mystery Shack really is the most interesting tourist trap in the entire state, until a giant mountain looms over the horizon.

“There she is,” Stan says, as if he could read his brother’s thoughts. “Her first year of opening I lost over half my usual revenue and I’ve sworn revenge on her ever since” He balls his hand into a fist and smacks the top of the steering wheel. “Our biggest mistake last time was getting too attached. I say this time we run in, grab as many mummies as we can get our hands on, and book it back to the shack before Darlene notices.”

“Don’t you mean that was your biggest mistake?” Dipper quips. “Besides, didn’t we find out last time that those mummies are real dead bodies?” He shivers. “I’m not sure how comfortable I’d feel about stealing them”

From the rearview mirror, Stan raises an eyebrow at Dipper. “What, you afraid their souls are gonna follow us home and haunt us? Work on your moral compass later, kid, this is about revenge” He adjusts the mirror. “Besides! What’s the chance we rescue someone who isn’t dead yet, just slowly suffocating in that nasty tasting web?”

Dipper opens his mouth to say one thing, pauses, and starts again. “Grunkle Stan, are you telling me you tried to eat the web you were trapped in?”

Stan shrugs. “Hey, I’m no stranger to chewing my way out of things. I’m just lucky I didn’t break any teeth on it, like I did with that car trunk”

As if that doesn’t raise more questions than it does answers, Stan drops the conversation entirely and doesn’t say another word until the RV pulls into the parking lot. Ford can’t even see the mountain peak when he hops out, it’s so obscured by fog that he knows wasn’t there ten minutes ago. Fog is the number one trap produced by anomalies to hunt their pray, so it’s no wonder this place gives Stan the creeps. Ford can’t even begin to imagine the size of the spider monsters the others described to him.

A shriek nearly escapes him at the feeling of something spindly crawling up his arm, but when he whips around he sees it’s just Stan running his fingers along his shoulder in a quick, scattered pattern. When he catches Ford’s eyes, he laughs so hard that tears pour down his cheeks.

“You should’ve seen the look on your face!” Stan wheezes. “You were all oh no, mister spider half the size of my hand, don’t eat me!” he cackles, wiping at his eyes with his wrist. “C’mon, time is money, and we don’t have any to waste” he gestures to the kids, already waiting at the information booth. “If we don’t hurry the kids are gonna get on the sky tram without us”

Ford raises an eyebrow. “You? On a sky tram?”

“Dipper didn’t tell you?” Stan’s raised eyebrow matches Ford’s. “Mabel helped me conquer my fear of heights! Now I’m untouchable!”

Seventeen years of the boardwalk and all the cotton candy as bribe in the world couldn’t fix Stan’s fear of heights. Dipper and Mabel really do continue to amaze him the more Stan tells him about them.

“Right,” Ford shakes his head, smiling fondly. “Of course.”

~~

It’s really no wonder this place boasts having the world’s slowest sky tram, because if it weren’t for the moving tree line Ford would almost think they weren’t moving at all. The bored expression on everyone else’s faces, a massive shift from the mischievous grins they’d been wearing before they got on has Ford choking down laughter. It’s about five minutes before there’s any sight of anything but tree bark, and the sun beaming directly into the glass car makes the whole thing feel like a sauna.

Still, it’s a dramatic shift in pace, and not one that Ford rejects. It’s really forcing him to slow down and think about his own feelings for once, a privilege he hasn’t had since he was in high school. Maybe it’s a little selfish of him to cherish the times he just gets to lose himself in his own head, rather than to spend so much of his time calculating plans to rescue others from danger, but-

“Whaddya think, poindexter?” Stan’s voice suddenly breaks through Ford’s thoughts, startling him.

Ford blushes. “What do I think of what?”

“The new plan!” Stan gestures to Dipper with his thumb. “Since this buzzkill is so against stealing ‘real dead bodies’,” he emphasizes with air quotes, “and since we probably couldn’t shove them all in this car anyway, we’re gonna go ahead with Plan B instead; Burning down Widow’s Peak!” Stan throws his hands in the air dramatically.

Dipper beams. “That way, they can’t make any more mummies for their mummy museum, and we might be able to save a few people from suffocating to death!” Stan and Dipper high five.

“It’s a brilliant plan, but…” Ford taps at his chin. “Where do you suppose we’re going to find the fire to burn it down?”

Stan cocks an eyebrow at him. “You tell me, mister ‘setting my face on fire is faster than shaving’. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a lighter in your pocket right now. They have a bunch of prop torches in the caves, but if we pop the lightbulbs out of them and light them they should work good as usual” Stan’s mischievous grin is back on his face, a perfect reflection of when he was thirteen and pickpocketing a dollar from people’s wallets on the boardwalk to buy a box of saltwater taffy.

Turns out, it’s just as contagious now as it was back then. Ford reaches into the front pocket of his trench coat, and sure enough, comes up with a lighter. Stan erupts in laughter at the sight of it, and soon enough the entire car is infected with it. The rest of the ride up the mountain is much bubblier after that, with everyone swapping overdramatic stories of how the plan is going to go.

~~

Widow’s Peak is much bigger than Ford was expecting. It’s a whole cave that looks like it stretches for miles, and there really are rotting skeletons hanging upside down from the cave walls and ceilings.

Ford shudders.

“Aww, c’mon, Sixer! I know for a fact this isn’t half as bad as the stuff in your journals” Stan jabs at his shoulder with his unlit torch. “Besides, didn’t you say in your own journal that most ghosts come from their old bodies not having a proper burial? He gestures at a skeleton hanging upside down from the ceiling, its left hand barely hanging on by a thread. “You think any of these guys look like their spirits were able to move on peacefully, or however it goes?” Stan shakes his head matter of-factly. “You really want some poor unsuspecting tourist to bump into a hoard of angry ghosts? Tsk tsk”

“Alright, alright” Ford raises his hands in self-defense. “I suppose you’re right”. He takes his lighter out of his pocket and tosses it to Stan. Stan lights up his own torch, helps Dipper and Mabel with theirs, and then he turns back to help light Ford’s.

“Alright,” Stan rubs his hands together the best he can with a lit torch tucked under his arms. “Everyone knows the plan. Burn as many mummies as you can find, rescue the poor suckers who are still alive, and signal if you hear Darlene coming. Since I don’t trust Sixer over here not to try and interview her and get himself in trouble again, I say I’m in charge of lookout duty.” He adjusts his collar and flattens down the wrinkles of his suits with a quick pat down. “I flirt with her just long enough to distract her, I throw my torch in her face, and then we book it out of here as fast as our legs can carry us”

Dipper still doesn’t look convinced. “I don’t know, isn’t that exactly how you got yourself tangled up in a web last time?”

“Oh please,” Stan scoffs, waving a dismissive hand. “The only reason that worked last time is ‘cause she cornered me when we were alone. Besides, where’s she gonna take me if she catches me that you can’t just throw a torch and rescue me five minutes after it happens?”

Dipper’s face darkens. “True,” he mumbles under his breath, which makes Stan laugh. Stan slaps him on the shoulder, and Dipper glares at him, but there doesn’t seem to be any malice in it.

It’s one final glance between the four of them, and they’re all running off in different directions of the cave. It’s not long before the stench of burning silk fills the air, mixed with the stench of something Ford doesn’t want to think too much about. The webs burn relatively quickly, and together they burn through half of the cave in a much faster time than Ford would’ve expected. He’s about to light up one that looks like it was left here fairly recently, until something inside it starts wiggling.  Startled, Ford steps backwards until his back hits the cave wall, a soft oof escaping him.

“S’matter, poindexter?” Stan looks up from the fire he’s stomping out with his foot. “You see a widdle baby spider that freaked you out?”

Ford tries to glare at him, but the fear stabbing him in the chest doesn’t let it stick. He swallows hard, and points towards the wiggling cocoon with his torch.

“I think we have a live one” he whispers, stepping to stand beside Stan. Once Stan follows Ford’s torch with his eyes, something inside him tenses up.

“Ah, wh-what’d I tell you?” Stan’s voice shakes. “It’s probably just some poor sucker who fell for Darlene’s charms. Definitely not a gross sack of baby spider people or anything”

“R-right,” Ford swallows hard, and inches back towards the cocoon, rapidly waving his torch back and forth to potentially scare off whatever could be inside trying to break out.  But the longer he waves the torch in front of the web, the more he can make out the silhouette of a regular human being.

Throwing all caution to the wind, Ford rushes forward and begins tearing at the web with his bare hands, just enough so that the man is free from the chest up. He takes large gasps of air, and upon realizing that his hands are free he begins tearing at the web himself.  Once his feet are free and hit the ground, he takes one look at the Pines family, mumbles a startled thank you, and runs for his life out of the cave.

After that, the rest of the burnings go pretty smoothly. There’s significantly less living tourists in the cave than Ford would’ve expected from such a large tourist trap, and Ford’s not entirely sure whether he should find that reassuring or downright terrifying.  He’s almost surprised everything went so well, until the four of them nearly collide with a woman on their way out of the cave.

She looks just as baffled to see them as Ford feels to see her.

“Can I…help you?” She asks in a thick Jersey-esque accent. The name tag pinned to her shirt reads DARLENE in large brick letters.

“No!” Dipper cuts in before neither Ford nor Stan can respond to her. He clears his throat. “I mean, uh, no. Uh, apologies if this is a restricted area, but we got lost trying to find our way back to the sky tram” he shrugs overdramatically, no doubt in attempt to show Darlene that his hands are empty. She squints at him, and for a moment Ford could swear he just saw her blink horizontally. The silence that follows, though it probably doesn’t last for more than a few seconds, feels like it drags on for ages.

Suddenly, she’s donning an overly sweet smile. “Well, why didn’t you just say so? Let me walk you back. We’ve gotten more than our fair share of tourists who’ve gone missing from wandering too far into our caves, and I’d hate to have that happen to such a nice looking family like yours” She grins, flashing her unusually sharp teeth.  The four of them stay quiet until they’re all packed into their tram car, and Darlene is waving sweetly at them from behind.

They each collectively sigh. “Woof, that was a close one” Stan says, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his wrist. In a sudden shift of mood, he reaches over next to him and pulls Dipper into a headlock. “How’s about it for this guy’s quick thinking, huh?” he grins, and the four of them laugh until they hear a horrifying screech that makes their tram car rumble. They turn, and see Darlene emerging from the cave, the bottom half of her body replaced by that of a giant spider.

“My food!” she screams, shaking her first at the tram cars. “You burned all my food! Mark my words, I may not have gotten your names but I don’t forget faces very easily, you hear? If you ever show your face here again you’re dead meat!” She screams, yanking on her hair to reveal the rest of her spider-like body under her human disguise.

Stan simply cackles. “Yeah, we’ll see about that!” he mocks, knowing well enough that she can’t hear them from inside the car. He turns his attention back to the rest of the family. “Maybe we should go and warn our past selves to bring bug spray!” He exclaims, laughing himself to near tears.

Ford only rolls his eyes, but can’t help the smile on his face.

If only he’d known what he’d be missing when he turned down Stan’s offer to take this road trip with him and the kids the first time around.

The tram ride back to the parking lot is even more relaxing than the ride up. The sun is setting this time around, and even if the wind can’t really reach inside the car the whole thing just feels cooler. Most of all, he finds that the sound of the Stan and the kids’ laughter is far more welcome than any old conversation he could have in his own head.

When everyone piles back into the RV, they do not drive away immediately like they had at all the other stops. Instead, Stan turns around to face the three of them. “Well, that’s the end of that. That’s all I had planned, and we still have…” he pauses to count on his finger. “Two more months ‘til the kids have to go back home, technically. I’m all out of ideas, and I’m sure the kids have seen enough of the Gravity Falls weirdness for one summer”

He smiles to the kids, who nod and in turn smile at Ford.

“So where do you want to go now, Grunkle Ford?” Mabel says, with stars shining in her eyes. The grin spreading on Dipper’s face matches hers like two peas in a pod.

“Any place in the world. Wherever you want to go…” He pulls the time tape out of his pocket. “…For however long you want”

[dreaminpeaches]

“Ladies, Gentlemen, Enbies...HER--I mean Him? Or them?-- whatever, anyways here's the first part of my daydream paracosm, Humble Pie. I was really happy I was able to come up with the first part in a somewhat cohort manner. Part 2 is also going to follow this sometime soon, but after that its probably just gonna be short shorts, text exchanges, and or drabbles, but that first part’s finally a thing! And that’s cool”

“Also just reminder that this paracosm is set in a mix timeline, like people have flip phones, cassette tapes, but still also have stuff like gamer chairs, and slang like sus/lit exist, so I hope that doesn’t bother you..oof”

“Also I wrote this from my Remarkable, then convert it to text, and did some proof reading, but my handwriting is still can only be read by chickens and my dyslexia ninja has sneak 100 accuracy so..yeah

Word count: 6,115

TW: mention of Bullying, DeadBeat dad, Smoking, Drinking, Swearing (only for comedy’s sake tho’), Dissociation, Guilt (but don’t worry there’s still A LOT of fluff in this piece, tho)

Link to Alternate version on my off-site daydream blog: Humble pie part 1

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"Okay, here we go" Beau said, taking one last drag of his cigarette, and taking in one last look at the panoramic view of the town below, Newbury, his hometown, he was away for a year because of college which he dropped out of. Well, "dropout" made it seemed like he had a choice, more like he flunked out, there were' 'reasons that 'made college impossible for Beau, reasons that he couldn't get into or more like reasons he didn't want to get into, these were the some reasons that turned what was suppose to be a 5 hour drive into an 8 hour one, making him stop ever so often to the nearest park, overlook, or clearing to get out, smoke and or take a short walk. These stops were so frequent by the time he reached his hometown’s overlook he was on his last stick, hard to believe he started the trip w/ a full box.

He dropped the last of the remains of the cig on the ground and stomped out the glow ember with his dark brown rounded toed boot, watching the embers glow go out made him feel similar in a way.

Beau took one more last look at the small town below blanketed by the dark, light sky. He looked around. the overlook, bring back memories of. late night make outs, sneak outs and general teenaged shenanigans.

Beau remembers once on a night he was really buzzed, a rare event for him, drinking with his buddies, rather it was the buzz from the beer, or he was just 'riding the 'high off scoring the winning goal for the team, or general teen hormones. He felt invincible, so invincible he stood up on the ledge and proclaimed himself as king of the world

A moment Beau looks back at and shakes his head as if to try to erase the memory from his mind like an etch n’ sketch, suddenly he got a bad taste in his mouth or maybe that's just the cigarettes "King of world….yeah, right" Beau said pulling up the collar of his jacket and shrugging his hands into his pockets, and headed back into the car.

It was getting late and there was no use in stalling any longer, might as well continue to the inevitable. Stalling may be that’s the feeling that's been following him the whole time, stalling the fact that he would have to return to his hometown a failure after being touted and praised for being a star athlete , and getting into a ivy league school, a feat his mom was really proud since she herself couldn't go to college because of having Beau at such a young age, and having to deal with a bunch of other “BS” as Beau would put it.

Beau really wanted to make her proud by becoming a famous football player and make tons of money so she wouldn't ever have to worry about bills n 'stuff and live in the malibu dream house she dreamed of living in since she was a kid, a dream she would talk about to her children like it was fairytale during when time got real tough.Even though she sounded upbeat over the phone about the news, Beau knew his mom was an expert when it came to masking her disappointment and skill that was pretty integral with dealing Beau's birth father. He just hopes she's not too disappointed

As the twilight sky grew more dark the street lights flickered on. Familiar and nostalgic landmarks and structures rolled by as Beau drove by with one hand gripping the wheel while the other hand hung casually out of the rolled down window. the nighttime breeze gentle, tossing his cart dirty blond hair mullet. The 'murmur of punk music lighty playing from the car's speaker, that was playing louder earlier but the volume's quickly depleted because blasting punk 'music at night in a small town is pretty serious offensive a risk, a younger Beau would play around with, but now being older he knows better.

Driving into his old neighborhood, seemingly not much has changed, but what do you expect from a small town? The old neighborhood consisted of typical signatures of most middle upper class .. neighborhoods, Christmas ' decorations long over due to be taken down, manicured lawns, next to slightly less manicured lawns. Some lawns adored w/ gnomes and flamingos, a step up from the lawns of homes in his childhood neighborhood whose homes had what one could consider a lawn but just barely, Beau and his brother were lucky enough to have a sizable back yard and a tree house.

His family's lawn had a bunch of outdoor toys laid about on their lawn: a nerf gun, a pink tricycle, a tiled dyed color bouncy ball and an empty container of mega bubble wand. Beau drove up in the driveway being careful to not accidentally run over any of the toys in the yard.

He eject the mixtape from the player and put it into his jacket chest pocket. Beau leaned over and rummaged through the glove compartment fishing out a small travel can of axe's body spray and another small spray can of mouthwash, he used both to cover the scent of cigarette smoke, a smell his mother was highly sensitive to. He popped in a stick of spearmint for extra measure before getting out of the car and going to the trunk to retrieve his suitcase. Beau only had one suitcase since all the stuff really needed and cared about conveniently fitted in one suitcase.

Beau propped up his suitcase as he closed the trunk, the car beeped and blinked as he pressed the lock button. He headed up the pathway to the front door, his heart beating louder and louder with each step leading up to the front door.

Beau took a deep breath, Pulling himself together. "Okay" He said under his breath as his hand slowly reach for the knob but before he could even get a good grip, the door swung open, Beau's eyes raced up to see the thinning hair of a middle aged man, Beau eyes lowered a bit more to see the mustached clad face of the man the hair belonged to. "Hey, Big Boss! '' the mustache man said with a grin. The man was Beau's stepfather, David.

"Hello, David, I-I mean Dad." Beau awkwardly greeted his stepdad, trying his best not to show discomfort at his step dad's “nickname" for him.

"Ha, ha that's okay, son!”David laughed, giving Beau a hefty pat on the back.

"Here, let me get your bags." David said, reaching for Beau's suitcase, looking behind Beau expecting more bags

“You only brought one bag?" he questioned, looking curiously.

'--I like to be efficient" Beau muttered with a shrug and a side glance. "HAHA you and me both, Big B" David chuckled playful elbowing Beau, who gave a half-smile and a small chuckle--well, more like a slight nose huff

"Hey, honey Big B is home!" David shouted as Beau closed the front door.

His mother came rushing from the bedroom in her rose pink robe w/a barbie in insignia on the front with matching fuzzy slippers, her sandy blond hair still damp from the shower.

"My little boy, oh!" she said, warping Beau in a tight motherly embrace. "Welcome home!" Beau's mother pulled back for a second, cupping her son's face in her hands “you’re still so handsome"

"Wait..." Beau gently removed his mom's hands from his face "Are you okay, mom?" He asked his considerate brown eyes searching his mother's teal eyes for any sign of distress.

"Of course, sweetie," his mom beamed. "I have all of my loved ones under one roof. What's more to ask?"

it's just that I didn't- Y-you know." Beau said with downcast eyes

"Oh, that" his mom said wide eyes and then shaking her head in dismissed

"Don't worry about not finishing college, I mean just look at me"

“But You just seemed so proud that I got in, I just didn't want to let you down"

“Sweetie, it's fine," his mom said, gently guiding his head up with her hand to look at him "I was not proud that-You were becoming the smart, sweet kind young man, I always knew you were, but now. I'm just happy that you’re here and I get to see you go. on the journey myself!" Beau chuckled tightly and blushed at his mom's admiration.

"Plus, Your mom's not the only one who is happy to have You home!” David said, gesturing towards the hallway. Beau looked to see a small figure peeking from the corner, the figure quickly disappeared followed by an overflow of giggles.

A smile slowly creeped across Beau's face, he slowly kneeled down. " "Gasp * Is that my little care bear?"

From the shadows totted out, a little girl dressed in a blue care bear patterned nightgown, her blonde hair tied up in pigtails, she grasped a love-a-lot bear in one arm while her other arm was open as she raced towards Beau, also with arms wide open for a hug "Bo-Bo"

"Hey, care bear!" Beau cooed as he picked up his little sister "Wow, You've gotten so big since the last time I saw you!

"Carrie's been asking when you were coming since you told us you were coming home "David stated

"Really?"

"Yep!'' Carrie nodded proudly "You still have the love-a lot bear I won at grad night". Beau vividly remembers winning Love A Lot and his friends making fun of him, but Carrie really appreciated it more than he thought.

"Yeah, she takes it with her everywhere!" mom emphasized “Thank god, the kindergarten has a security blanket policy!

"Aww..." Beau said fondly looking at Carrie, who had her head resting on his shoulder, still grasping love a lot.

Beau thought for a moment and looked around "wait, where Dev?"

"Oh" mom said putting her hand on her head with a semi sigh "He's been going through... things"

"Teenager things: David specified "He's the big one three now.. "

“Don't worry, I can talk to him!”Beau said, confidently, slowly nodding his head

. Carrie lets out a small yawn "Aw, you sleepy, care bear?" Beau asked as Carrie rubbed her eyes

"It's past her bedtime, but she really wanted to see you," Mom said, stroking Carrie's hair. "Is someone ready for the sleep shuttle'?" Beau asked Carrie, looking at her in her sleepy hazel eyes, she nodded in response

"Alright, Here we go!" Beau held Carrie in both hands placing his arms out in front of him, he kneeled down and started counting down. "3…..2...1. Blast off!"

Beau shot Carrie in the as he stood back up. As he moved towards Carrie's bedroom, he moved all around side to side, up and down while making spaceship sounds, Carrie was giggling all the way through.

"Incoming! "Beau shouted as he swooshed Carrie round a few more times before landing her swiftly on the bed.

"Huston, the eagle. has landed!." Beau said, holding his ear as if he had an earpiece "Not eagle! Bear!" Carrie stated holding up her care bear "correction, the "BEAR" has landed!" Beau correcting himself, bringing a huge smile to her face as she nuzzled her care bear

"Okay, night, right, care bear" Beau said patting carries head

"Wait!" Carrie said holding on to her brother's arm "Is Bo-Bo still gonna be here in the Morning?""Of course, I'm not going anywhere at least for a while.." "Beau said, kneeling down to Carrie's eye level.

"Okay, I like having Bo-Bo around:'' Carrie said "and I like being around" Beau said, "see you in the morning, care bear" Beau gives Carrie a good night kiss on the forehead.

She settles into bed as Beau closes the door. Beau grinned to himself, feeling lucky to have such a cute sister. He remembers when Devin was that little, speaking of Dev. Beau apphoraced Dev's bedroom door. The door was caution tape, Don't enter signs, with a please knock before entering sign.

At first Beau did think about knocking but then thought "I could be a respectful older brother respect the sign or I could have fun and be a little shit. He pondered about it for a minute then-"yeah, I'm gonna be a little shit.”

Beau took a card out his wallet and wedged it in between the door to jimmied the lock. He peeked through the door to see Dev playing a video game on the tv. "you little..." Beau said under his breath, before bombastically opening the door "Hey there, squirt!" Beau said, shoving the door open

"Didn't you read the sign?!" Dev said as he turned around in his gamer chair in both shock-and annoyance

"Wow, that's a pretty warm welcome to give your older brother you haven't seen in a year!" Beau snarked, pretending to look hurt'' "Nice to see you too!"

"Oh my god!" Dev said, rolling his eyes and turning his chair back to tv, bringing his attention back to the game.

"and here I thought you were working on a project or homework or some school shit!" Beau continued "but no, you're just sitting here playing one of your little nerd games"

"Oh my god, can't you just leave!" Dev groaned as he hunching closer to the tv.

"You couldn't at least say "Hi" " Beau said now standing right behind Dev gamer chair

Dev raised and waved his hand half-heartedly and flatly said "hi"

"Well, damn I feel loved," Beau said sarcastically. "aren't you at least gonna look at me?" shaking the gaming chair a bit to gain an ounce of his little brother’s attention.

“ I saw you "Kool aid man" into my room. Is that enough?" Dev said still focusing on the game Beau sighed, then got an idea "Dev! Dev! I think there's something wrong with my heart I think I gonna-ugh!" He said staggering forward a bit before falling in Dev's lap, knocking out the game controller out of Dev's hands.

"Come on! I was in the middle of battle!" Dev whined looking at his brother playing dead

"Get off of me!" Dev go armed as he tried to push beau off with no luck

"Come on, Beau!" He gored in frustration “I know you're not dead! I can still feel your heartbeat..."

Get up!" Beau remained still, Dev rolled his eyes; he knew the exact words to get his brother off his back or in this case lap.

"Big brother, can you please get off of me n Dev utter begrudgingly "Aw, you haven't call me ‘Big brother’ in years" Beau chimed with a smile, finally getting up "I'm still kind of hurt, that you cared about your gaming progress than the well being for your one and only big brother"

"You were still breathing, I could literally see you inhaling and exhaling." Dev clarified rubbing his forehead

"Touche, I guess" Beau said he then directed Dev's chair in front his bed," now that I have your attention"

"Okay, I guess I should say sorry since you couldn't and say "hi" to me because you were too busy saving some elf princess, or some anime chick with huge melons"

"I-H-Hey I don't even play those types of games!" Dev argued blushing

" .-sure you "don't'." Beau taunted with a wink, Dev goanned "Anyways, Anyways you don't have to say "hi",; but you could at least not talk to me"

Beau suggested, shrugging. "I guess" Dev mumbled kind of sinking into his chair "cool, so how's life?" Beau started, trying to start a diagoul "okay"

"How's school?"

"Okay"

"How’re your friends?"

"Okay"

"Got a girlfriend?"'

"NO”

"Got a boyfriend?"

N-NO"

"Got any crushes"

“….NO…..."

"joined any clubs or any other after school junk?"

" ..... NO..."

"Are you just gonna answer all my questions in one word?"

Dev fell quiet, and shifted his gaze from his brother

“Okay, that's it!" Beau huffed, he picked up Dev and hoasted him over his shoulder "Hey! put me down!" Dev-shouted , beating his fists on Beau's back "Not until you talk to me like an actual person, and one worded answers aren't gonna cut it, squirt!"

"MOM! Dad!"

"Mom and Dav-Dad are fast asleep, and you know they both sleep like rocks!" Beau stated'' the only person you'll wake up is Carrie, and You don't want to wake little care bear, now do YOU?"

Dev fell Quiet again, "You know I can hold you like this for hours, you aren't really that heavy, or you can just end this and talk to me" Beau suggested ending the suggestion with a sigh and started to stomp his foot impatiently..

Dev continued the silent treatment for a bit until letting out a meek "Okay...I'll try" .

Hey, three words, that's a start!" Beau cheekly commented,He sat Dev back down in his green gamer chair.

"Okay, do over!" Beau said casually sitting across from Dev and his bed. "so, how's school going?" "F-fine” Beau gave Dev a intense look, reminding Dev of his word count “N-no, I mean it's just weird" Dev stuttered choosing his words carefully, Dev fiddled with his hoodie sleeves.

"and it's weird because..." Beau initiated, gesturing his hand toward encouraging Dev to continue "It's weird because.... I don't know, Middle school is way different than 'elementary school, I mean I knew that from tv, but middle school isn't like tv."

"It's okay, nothing like tv, that thing lies” Beau softly chuckled to himself and continued “I remember thinking Pogo sticks were the SHIT-cuz 'of people and cartoons on tv made it look so easy"

"I finally got enough money for one-- you were like little you probably don’t remember this-- but I was SO HYPED, I wanted mom to watch me. I took one hop, fell on my ass, and never hopped on that bitch again. I was pissed, I think mom was trying to her best not to laugh but I was so pissed I think I didn’t notice until now. I chucked the pogo stick in the garage, and I never looked at that bitch again”

Dev let out a stiff laugh, the defensive wall Dev put was slowly breaking

"Oh WAIT WAIT!” Beau said taking a moment to correct himself “ That WASN’T the last time the last time I looked that bitch, I fished it out of garage years later, only cuz’ I need some money for Madden. So, I did look at that bitch one more time, but only to sell that bitch.”

Dev let out a more audible laugh, but quickly caught himself and recollected, returned to his disillusioned teenage state.

"Anyway, The teacher's are kind of weird, like a lot of them hate my guts already, except for the coaches who are super nice to me." Dev explained, kind of looking away from his brother

"Weird, why do you think that is?" Beau asked whole hearty

"Because I'm related to you, Numb skull!" Dev blunted , groaning putting his hand on his forehead

"Oh damn, I guess that's my fault." Beau realized, rubbing the back of his neck "My bad. that my awesomeness is just lengardy"

Dev shook his head and rolled his eyes "It's not awesome to live in YOUR shadow!" Dev sulked, sinking back into his chair, his hands covering his face.

"You don't have to follow in my awesomeness, I know I'm a hard act to follow." Beau boasted teastingly so"You just gotta make your own awesomeness."

"What does that even mean?" Dev questioned, moving his hands down, allowing his eyes to peek through his fingers, trying not to given the urge to roll his eyes

"It's like my awesomeness comes from my boyish charm and good looks..." Beau claimed, striking an award winning smile, The urge not to roll his eyes was becoming even hard for Dev, but he still had to try and respect Beau "But your awesomeness could come from being good at games, or computers shit or math or robots or something--I don't know something real nerdy"

"I guess, you're right" Dev mumbled and shrugged,lifting himself up back into a sitting position rather than almost spilling out of his chair.

"Its not a guess, its science!" Beau declared proudly, tapping his temple with his index finger

"No,that's not science!" Dev arguing his brother's stupidity, flatly shaking his head in disagreement

"See, there you go using your nerd awesomeness" Beau pointed out with a wink "Keep that up and you'll go from Beau's lil bro, to just ‘Dev’ in no time." Beau playful tousled Devs mop dirty blonde hair

"I mean.." Dev continued batting his brother's hand away, "I was also thinking of joining the video game club or the robotics club at school."

"There you go another nerdy thing that to add to your own awesomeness" Beau said

"Yeah...." Dev continued ignoring his brother's comment' “Some of my friends are thinking about joining, and it would be a nice place to go away from mom and dad."

"I had sick memories of hanging out with the team, we got into some wild shit." Beau said laughing to himself, fondly reminiscing "But I'm sure you and you geek squad could have "wild" times too, like making an anime robot 'weify." or whatever those called or finding a new math formula or something"

Dev fell quiet for another moment, Beau always seems like he’s in between being supportive and subtly roasting him, Dev then uttered "um... I think I kind of have a crush... on a girl..."

"AYE, let's go! "Beau exclaimed, clapping and shaking Dev's chair for a bit before bouncing back on the bed'' Come on, don't leave me hanging, what's her name? "Have you talked to her vet? Have you asked her out? Have-"

"Calm down!" Dev demanded "I said I had a crush, I didn't say we’re going out.'"

"Oh, so you haven’t talked to her, huh?”

"No, I-I don't even know her name" Dev huffed, he let his arms slip into his oversize sleeves and covered his sleeves with his face in frustration.

"You know you could just ask, not the chick, like just ask around"

"I can't do that because if I do, people will find out I like her and if she finds out, I would just have to stop going to school!”

"Okay, let’s just pretend you DO have the balls to talk to this girl, what's the worst that could happen?" Beau suggested

"She finds out that I like her, thinks I'm weird and never wants to talk to me again or even look at me!” Dev muffled through his sleeved covered face

"You really think she can sus that out all in one go!" Beau said "I mean she is a middle Schooler unless she's like a young nancy drew, she is not going to chew you up and spit out like that." Beau explained "speaking of which''

Beau paused for a moment to spit out his gum into the trash can "Score!"

"Anyways, have you done anything weird to her or around her?"

"No, I mean I look at her in the hallways before and in between class, but I don't like-- stalk her or anything too weird." Dev mumbled, moving his sleeves from his face, but his head was still targeted down at his fingers fiddling with a tag on his black shorts

"So, then what's the fear?" Beau inquired, resting his chin on the heel of his palm

Dev thought for a moment, his eyes shifting looking for an answer." I-I guess I just don't know how to talk to her."

"Well, fuck, that's easy" Beau chuckled “Just talk about school shit, or just say "hi"

"Is it really that easy?"

"Yeah, if you have the balls for it" Beau reiterated "Think about it like this, the dudes you play in your little nerd games have to fight a dragon, a demon or some anime witch with huge melons to talk to the girl they like and they er brave enough to do all of that wacky shit. But you’re lucky, you don't have a dragon for real in your way to keep you talking from your crush. The dragon's just in your head! If those hero dudes can fight dragons they actually can see, doesn't that mean you can fight a dragon you don't even see."

"That was a really lame and kind of confusing metaphor" Dev sassed " But I guess understand what your trying to say"

"Exactly" Beau said nodding confidentiality

"Can we talk about mom and dad?" Dev asked sheepishly, looking up at his brother, (well as much as he could with his shaggy bangs in the way), his fingers now toying with his hoodie strings

"Did something happen?"

"No, I mean yeah, I mean it's just weird" Dev said "Mom and dad are starting to get more annoying but I don't know if they were always like that or they like charged"

"No, parents don't really change-usually” Beau explained “It's just that being a teenager makes you hypersensitive to a bunch of shit and makes you wanna be alone more. Parents, the good ones like spending time with their kids and they actually want quality time n' shit and that's where they start to get annoying".

“"Oh okay,” Dev nodded.'' It's just weird because sometimes I feel like I hate them, but I don't want to. I think I just really want to be alone more like you said but I don't want to shut them out, I just want them to get that." Dev-fiddles with the strings of his green hoodie

"Yeah, I think they do in a weird old people kind of way. Believe it or not they were teenagers to even if that was back in the stone age n' shit" Beau joke"

Dev let out an actual laugh, a sign to Beau that he's little bro was being less of a moody teenager

"Anyway, even with that said mom and david-I mean dad aren't mind readers, it would be cool if you give them a heads up, you don't have to tell them all about what's going on in your little teen nerd brain but at least something simple like something weird or funny that happened at school, or asking for help on homework or a project for class or some shit like that, I'm pretty sure Dav-dad would love that.."

"I guess I could try". Dev said slightly nodding his head "But Carrie is kind of weird too!

"How can Carrie be weird, she's 5.” Beau scoffed "she doesn't do anything weird really"

Dev added" it's just sometimes she's regular cute and other times she's annoyingly cute if that makes sense"

"I mean like kind of get what you're saying but "Beau shrugged gesturing his hand toward prompting Dev to continue

"Like I still look out for her because she little, but because she's little that means I have to do dumb stuff like look for monsters under her bed or do that sleep shuttle thing you do, but I can't really do it because my arms give out halfway through and she's heavier than she looks."

"Well, little brothers and sisters are annoying, it's kind of their job, trust me I know from experience" Beau: put his hand on Dev's knee, Dev tried to Swat at it but Beau quickly put his hand back with a smirk.

"But like with mom and da-David just cuz she's annoying doesn't mean You can’t look out for her n stuff"

"I guess, its because lately, it seems like'' Dev paused 'for a beat, his hands hard gripping the strings of his hoodie, before continuing" I don't know mom and dad have been paying more attention to her than me"

A mischievous smile creeps across his face. "AW does someone miss being the baby?"'

"Oh, fuck! I knew you 'er gonna say that!" Dev blurted out, feeling really exposed, he pulled his hoodie strings allowing his head to be consumed by his hoodie, all but his nose.

"Hey! language,” Beau said, surprised at his little brother's reaction those harsh words coming out of the mouth of small boy sporting a Yoshi hoodie

"You cuss' all the time!" Dev huffed pulling his hoodie back down, then crossing his arm definitely

"Yeah, but I'm older than you, and if mom and David--DAD hear you curse they’er gonna know you got it from me and won't get off my ass about it!"

Dev stared at his brother, simmering in frustration in failing to coming up w/a good come back or a flaw in his brother's logic, He let out a heavy sigh and resumed "Anyways, it's NOT like I miss being the baby, I just miss being able to hold their attention without Carrie coming in and stealing them anyway, I don't know its weird"

"Wait, did you just say that you wanted to be alone and away from mom and David-fuck. I'm not even gonna try more-he's asleep anyways." giving up any attempt to make the word "Dad" same with the name "David"

"Yeah, I know that's what makes it weird!" Dev admitted, he sulked back deeper into his chair and let out a groan.

"You know Carrie's not awake all the time, maybe you can talk to mom and David, when she goes down for her nap, hell, I could just take her to the park for a day." Beau offered

"You'd really do that for me?" Dev peeped, quickly lifting himself up in a sitting position, surprised at his brother kind offer

"Yeah, anything to make you less of a weird angsty shut in, with a bunch of cringy keep out signs and keep out tape!" Beau gestured towards the door

"Actually, I got that caution tape from a real crime scene" Dev clarified, with a smug smile

"Really?" Beau taking a longer closer look at the door

"No, thick head, I found it in a dumpster next to party city!"

"You go dumpster diving?" Beau said, raising an eyebrow

"I have a life outside of YOU!" Dev stated proudly

"Okay, and on that... Weird garbage goblin flex, sibling bonding time is over." Beau said getting up from the bed and heading for the door

"Actually, one more thing..." Beau said quickly, turning around, rushing towards Dev, putting him into a headlock.

"Did ya miss me? Come on, tell me that you missed me!" Beau taunted as he gave his brother a long and through noogie "Ouch, Ow, Ow, Okay, okay, I missed You. Geez:" Dev pleaded trying to struggle out of his brother's grip

"That's what I wanted to hear!" Beau said with a smirk, letting 'Dev go.

"Ugh! my hair" Dev fumed , gawking at his even more messy mop of hair.

"Like you care about appearances" Beau chuckled" mop top nerd!"

"Mullet-hair metal meathead!"

"Ouch, that was pretty good" Beau teased pretending to look hurt "Garbage Goblin"

"You already-"Dev started but was cut off by Beau closing the door

"Too late, the door is closed, I can't hear you, which means I win!" Beau said through the door, laughing at his brother's muffled fury of frustration.

Beau grinned relishing in the absolute confusion of his younger brother, but that good vibe quickly faded once he arrived at the door to his old bedroom. He just stood there and stared at the door for a bit, he could feel the icky stew of the emotions from bubbling back up again.

He flexed his hand a few times as if this was the first time he's ever pored a door, Beau's hand reached for the door handle before retracted as if the knob was red hot.

Beau sheepishly looked around as if somebody was watching him, no one was but it sure did feel like it. He considered sleeping on the couch, but that would be weird, since it seemed like his step dad put his luggage in his room. so, eventually he would have to go into his room anyway.

Beau took a deep breath. "Come on, it's just a door, dude!" He told himself Beau's hand rested on the door knob, he took another deep, his hand gained a stronger grip, and he slowly pushed the door open, Beau carefully entered the room as he closed the door behind him. Looking around the room was plaster with posters of football players and a few pinups of doe-eye, sensual women in swimsuits and other scantily clad outfits.

Athletic medals, trophies and awards displayed proudly on his bookshelf that lacked any actual books, those trophies stood next to pictures of Beau with his teammates, all illuminated by the moon's dull pale blue light. These relics of what felt like a bygone era used to fill Beau with so much pride and joy but looking at them now just leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

He could barely even recognize himself in those photos. This whole room felt like a shrine or more like a tomb to someone who no longer exists.

Looking at all this stuff just made the icky feelings from before rise up to the back of his throat making the bad taste linger even longer.

Beau couldn't really pin what-these feelings were, so he shifted his focus on just getting some sleep

As he thought, Beau's step dad put his luggage on his bed. He opened his bag and quickly changed into a white tank top and some grey sweatpants. He fished out the mix tape from his jean jacket and put into the gray clucky music player on his nightstand. Beau turns the music up loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough for disturb anyone else. Heavy metal music (ironally) helped him sleep on hard nights.

Beau laid in bed focusing on the one spot in his room that wasn't decorated with high school memorabilia. Focusing on that spot was way better than focusing on the icky feelings from earlier. All he needed to was focus on sleep just sleep, Beau closed his eyes and tried to focus on just sleep.

The next time Beau opened his eyes, he was back in the hallway of his highschool. Beau looked around confused why he was back here but before he could really sus out the situation, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud thud. He followed the sound of the thud that led to a scene of a bespectacled student being shoved up against the lockers. The student's face contorted by fear.

"P-please, d-don't hurt me. "the student uttered, the words quivering as it left his lips.

"Aww, look at him, guys." a familiar voice said, Beau couldn't see whom the voice belonged to. There was a strange mist in the hallway that obscured the person's face.-

"He's scared." the voice said mockly, the person nodded towards a group of people whose faces were also obscured by the mist, they laughed in response

“Don't worry, little buddy, I'm not gonna hurt ya:" the person taunted as he tightened his grip on the student and shoved his body up against the failing student. "As long as you don't squeal" .

"You squeal, and I'll fry you like the pig you are, got it. Swine?"

"I-I p-promise I W-won't. J-just please let me go!" the student begged

Beau was disturbed by scene happening before him, but along with the feel of disgust came a feeling of familiarity, like he's been there before

Just then the fog lift to reveal the face of a younger version of Beau dawned in his red “New Burny High school” letterman jacket. He was smirking relish in the fear he was inflicting on the poor student.

Older Beau slowly back up, almost stumbling as he was coming to the realization of the origin of all those icky feelings from before

"I don't know, do we trust him, guys?" Younger beau asked cocking his head back to his teammates, who shook their head in disagreement "The Boys and I don't seem very sure of that, I think I'm gonna have to test your loyalty !" Younger Beau winded up his arm for a punch, But before his fist could make an impact.

Beau found himself back in his room in a cold sweat, hyperventilating as quickly rose from his bed. His room, still illuminated by the moonlight, with the metal mix tape softly playing in the background. He looked at his hand as if they were lethal weapons. How could I do such a thing?

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We All Deserve a Second Chance

Chapter Two: Live the Life You Deserve

Warnings: none, just some swearing 

Summary: it’s the redemption story we all long for the one and only ransom drysdale, with him on the path to figure who he actually is without his family and his grandfather’s fortune to fall back on. What could happen? Meet the one woman who could make him a better person maybe? Give him the life that he now craves?

Word Count: 1.3k 

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Chapter One 

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Ransom looked at his attorney quietly, like a small child waiting to be able to eat. Awaiting the rules that he will have to follow to be able to be somewhat free, to have his life back. To get out of this dump of a place. 

“Well, the first condition, as they call it, is that you get a job, or at least a hobby, instead of just sitting around or blowing any money that you have on alcohol or the country club that we all know that you liked to go to…” His attorney looks at him, a little nervous about how Ransom will react to the demands that the judge has proposed that he should follow after his release. 

“A job? Who would hire a criminal?” He asks a little confused before looking up from his hands back at his attorney. He chews lightly as Frank? Was that his name? No, it wasn’t, Ransom couldn’t remember… no, it was something beginning with P? Paul, that’s it! His attorney pulls out a flyer for a job but what catches Ransom’s eye more is the company name. Blood Like Wine. He can’t help himself when he snatches the flyer, his nostrils flaring angrily. 

Paul takes a nervous breath at the sight of Ransom’s reaction. “You have got to be joking? The owner is the girl I nearly “stabbed”’ Ransom says bitterly and scoffs softly, rolling his eyes at the piece of paper, before sitting back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Oh I know, but she specifically asked for you…” Paul says which makes Ransom raise his eyebrows at him. “She wants you to run the place Mr Drysdale…follow in your grandfather’s footsteps…” 

Ransom shakes his head a little, in shock that Marta Cabrera wanted him to take the lead at his deceased grandfathers publishing company. The very company that Harlan didn’t want going to any of the family. But why Ransom? Why couldn’t she just give it back to Walt? He was the one who had been working there for years. He leans forward to lean his arms on the table between him and the middle-aged man in the cheap suit, running his hands over his face, sighing a little before he nods, eventually looking Paul in the eye. 

“I’ll do it…” 

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Once Paul communicated with the judge that Ransom would follow the conditions for his release and try not to go back to the way he lived before his arrest, being released happened a lot quicker than Ransom expected. By the end of the following week he was carrying the small box of his belongings out of his cell, towards his freedom. He clutched the box a little tighter as he walked past a cell where the inmates were shouting at each other, sounds of crashing of furniture came after. 

“Drysdale…” The warden said, looking at the release papers before looking up at Ransom, inspecting him a little even though that Ransom was no longer any of his concern. 

“Warden…” Ransom says and nods lightly, setting his box down on the desk between him and the office, glancing round as he reaches to sign his release papers. 

“I don’t want to see you back here any time soon son, you are better than this place…” He says with genuine care for the first time since Ransom was incarcerated. It shocked Ransom and overwhelmed him a little as his own father never gave him such concern that he received in that one sentence from the warden of the fucking prison. 

“Oh, don’t you worry, I wouldn’t dream of it…” Ransom tries to joke, his smirk faltering a little before he picked up his box and followed the warden to the gates to his freedom. The warden turns to Ransom as he unlocks the gates with his pass, tilting his hat to the guards stood either side of the gate as Ransom keeps his eyes down, only looking up when the elderly man patted his shoulder. 

“You’re free Ransom, now live the life you deserve, not the one your parents forced you into…” He says, giving Ransom some advice that would be kept close to his heart. 

“Thank you sir…” Ransom says before spotting Paul by Ransom’s Beamer. The sight of his beloved car makes his eyes widen and he walks over quickly, setting the box of his belongings down and he looks at the car. “How? What? My car…” He says a little shocked, looking at Paul as he holds the keys out to Ransom. 

“You have a guardian angel out there, because the car and house… they are still yours” Paul explains and Ransom can’t help but look utterly bewildered with the thought that someone had kept the car safe and also kept up with the payments on his house. “Also…” Paul says before reaching into his pocket, pulling Ransom’s fully charged phone out of his jacket pocket, pressing it into Ransom’s hand. “Take care Ransom, my bill will be in the post…” 

Ransom looks up from his phone, looking at the standard phone background he never changed and up to the retreating figure of his attorney. He unlocked his phone before finding that one contact he never thought he would need. Marta. Typing a quick message to her. Whatever you have done. Thank you. 

Quickly getting into the driver’s seat of his Beamer, glancing at the box on the passenger seat he ignites the car quickly, a smile gracing his lips as he gets used to driving again. The car’s tank was full to the brim and was in perfect working order still, what Ransom loved, he drove the route home, for once opting to have the radio on, listening to whatever crap they played. He was still in a little bit of shock that he was here, back in Boston and not in the Massachusetts prison like last night. 

As he pulled up at his house, his phone buzzed. A reply from Marta. You’re welcome, you’re still an asshole though. See you on Monday. He read the text and couldn’t help chuckle to himself, he completely understood why she called him an asshole and didn’t have the slightest doubt that she may never truly forgive him, but giving him the job at Blood Like Wine, he will take that as a start. 

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The house was a lot bigger than what he remember, and too open now for his liking, but at least it wasn’t a tiny shared prison cell. Ransom set the box he brought in from his car on the coffee table before looking round slowly, remembering the life that he had to leave behind, cringing at some of his memories before noticing a note on the kitchen work surface. Your fridge and cupboards are all stocked up, someone had to do it for you. - Marta. 

He held the note for a moment, before having to perch himself on a kitchen stool, overwhelmed that even though he nearly killed her (if it hadn’t have been for the stage prop knife) that Marta was still providing him with her help. He nearly killed the girl and she had a heart of gold towards him. 

He finally regains his posture before shrugging off his suit jacket that they kept for him and he changed into before being released, laying it over the back of the couch and toeing his shoes off, leaving them where he took them off before heading upstairs for a well needed shower. The hot water will probably help. Help clear his head and calm him down. 

Time to get your act together Ransom, prove yourself that you are better than that family. He can’t help think to himself as he turns the water on in his bathroom, letting the heat engulf him when he steps in, like a hug he has never had before holding him in their embrace, willing him to be a better person and know that he can change for the better. 

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Business Trip: Pt 18 - Eye for an Eye

Jihyo’s arms wrap themselves around Momo’s neck, and the Korean girl, fully happy now to indulge in what was happening, presses forward and pushes the Japanese girl against the wall of the foyer, bringing her hands against the wall and trapping her against it. All the while their makeout session continues, their eyes shut as their full attention is focused entirely on exploring each others’ mouths.

You watch as Momo opens her mouth and slowly slides her tongue against Jihyo’s lips; the Korean girl responds by offering up her own, and soon their tongues are duelling as their arms explore each others’ torsos, Momo’s hands caressing Jihyo’s back over the skintight black shirt dress she is wearing, Jihyo’s still entangled in Momo’s long, dark hair.

Eventually Momo tears her mouth away from Jihyo’s long enough to turn and say something to you. Jihyo takes the opportunity to dive into Momo’s neck, placing hard, insistent kisses on the older girl’s soft skin.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join us?”

Drunk Momo was a real flirt.

“You’re pretty fucking hot, Detective,” she says, her words slurred somewhat by the alcohol coursing through her system, “I see why my dear boyfriend here decided to indulge himself this afternoon.”

Momo leans forward on the table of the small Seoul bar where the three of you are the only ones that remain of your party. Jihyo, to her credit, is a little less intoxicated than Momo, and still has the wherewithal to be embarrassed, believing for a moment that Momo was making an accusation.

“Oh my god, Momo, I… I didn’t mean to-”

“Oh no, no, please,” Momo quickly replies, “don’t worry about it. While you were grabbing the last round he told me all about your little liaison at the police station. It was pretty hot. And don’t worry, I’m not the jealous type. Quite the opposite, in fact, when it comes to sharing him with other women.”

“Is that so,” Jihyo says, her tone suddenly dropping to a more seductive tone, “so what type are you then, Miss Hirai?”

“I’m whatever type my boyfriend needs me to be. And… maybe… whatever type you need me to be too.”

Jihyo and Momo hold their eye contact for a few long seconds, and you had to admit you liked the sparks of mutual attraction you saw there.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Miss Hirai.”

Jihyo raises her hand and flags down a passing waitress, asking her for the bill.

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It was plenty late in the evening - or early in the morning, depending on how you looked at it, when you finally found yourself back in your hotel room with Momo in tow… and behind her, her hands clasped in Momo’s, is Park Jihyo, her bright smile still written all over her cute features, her round cheeks still pink with an alcohol blush.

How did this happen? At some point Choa, Seolhyun, and Jeongyeon had called it a night, and it was just the three of you left in the bar… and then Momo turned on her flirting game, and now here you were.

Fuck it, you thought to yourself - it had been a long week, with one traumatic experience after another. You deserved this.

You drop your hotel key card on the room’s desk and start to take your jacket off, turning to find that Momo and Jihyo had already started the party without you, swaying slowly in each others’ arms, their noses barely touching, a sly, alluring smile on both of their faces, dancing to a tune only they can hear, where the band’s instruments consisted of alcohol, youth, and a disregard for consequences.

It’s Momo that makes the first move, of course, pressing her lips forward slightly until they meet those of the younger detective, who kisses her back with a slightest bit of hesitancy that might have been the last of her desire to not seem so easy. Momo deepens her kiss in response, and Jihyo doesn’t resist this time, fully giving in, it seemed, to the older Japanese girl’s advances.

You think about joining them, but you are happy to watch them make out in the small foyer of your hotel room, and so you lean against the desk and cross your arms, happy to play voyeur to the delicious looking act playing out in front of you.

Jihyo’s arms wrap themselves around Momo’s neck, and the Korean girl, fully happy now to indulge in what was happening, presses forward and pushes the Japanese girl against the wall of the foyer, bringing her hands against the wall and trapping her against it. All the while their makeout session continues, their eyes shut as their full attention is focused entirely on exploring each others’ mouths.

You watch as Momo opens her mouth and slowly slides her tongue against Jihyo’s lips; the Korean girl responds by offering up her own, and soon their tongues are duelling as their arms explore each others’ torsos, Momo’s hands caressing Jihyo’s back over the skintight black shirt dress she is wearing, Jihyo’s still entangled in Momo’s long, dark hair.

Eventually Momo tears her mouth away from Jihyo’s long enough to turn and say something to you. Jihyo takes the opportunity to dive into Momo’s neck, placing hard, insistent kisses on the older girl’s soft skin.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join us?”

You weren’t entirely against just watching the two go at it, but you weren’t one to turn down an invitation like that. You step off the desk and approach Jihyo from behind, who lifts her head from Momo’s neck at your presence, turning her head somewhat to welcome you with a kiss that quickly deepens, her tongue inviting and exploring your own just as it did your girlfriend’s.

Momo takes a few seconds to enjoy the sight of the Korean girl making out with you, before she returns Jihyo’s earlier attention, diving into the detective’s neck and showering it with kisses of her own. Momo’s kisses cause the detective to moan into your mouth, and she breaks your kiss to let out a sigh of pleasure as the two of you begin to explore her.

“I think it’s Momo’s turn to enjoy this body of yours, detective,” you say, and you bring your hands around Jihyo’s torso to the front of her flat stomach before reaching them even lower, to the hem of the black, skintight dress she is wearing. Hooking your fingers into the hem, you drag the tight garment up, revealing inch after inch of soft, creamy skin until Jihyo raises her arms and lets you take it off completely.

Momo looked a little bit like a starving woman who had just been presented with a juicy steak; she is unable to contain herself at the sight of Jihyo in her underwear, her eyes glued to the younger girl’s full, round breasts, still encased a strapless black bra.

Momo looks ready to devour her, but with an alluring, seductive look written all over her beautifully sculpted features, Jihyo takes you and Momo by the hand and leads you both towards the bed.

Leaving you at the bedside, she lies down on the bed, dragging Momo with her. Before her back reaches the bed, she reaches behind her and undoes her bra, throwing it away. Topless now, she lies down on the soft bed while Momo takes the opportunity to rid herself of her blue turtleneck, her hands quickly running behind her to rid herself of her own bra.

The Japanese girl is practically drooling at this point, and she is unwilling or unable to wait any longer, dipping her head and placing soft but impatient kisses on Jihyo’s upper chest before trailing her mouth downward and finally capturing the younger girl’s left nipple in her mouth, sucking on the hard bud as she brings one of her hands up and cups the breast towards her lips. Jihyo’s right breast is not left wanting, as Momo quickly cups and squeezes the supple flesh with her free hand.

It’s hot as hell, watching your girlfriend enjoy Jihyo just as you did earlier in the day, and you are frozen for a minute, the same way you were minutes ago when they were making out in the foyer. The two topless girls entwine themselves in each other, Momo happily sucking and licking and kissing every inch of Jihyo’s chest, the detective happy to let her do so, her fingers swirling around the Japanese girl’s long hair as she lets a soft, raw sound of pleasure escape her open lips.

Jihyo presses Momo’s head against her breasts and arches her back in offering to the older girl, her eyes half lidded in pleasure until finally, it’s her turn to invite you as she says, “Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to join us?”

You smile at her echoing of Momo’s earlier words, and you shake the heavy stupor inspired in your senses at the sight of two beautiful, topless young women making out with each other - a menagerie of gentle curves and soft, perfect skin against the background music of gentle sighs and moans of pleasure elicited from willing, lustful bodies.

Giving your head a shake, you quickly rid yourself of your shirt before stepping forward and, deciding there were too many clothes on this bed for your liking, you grasp Momo’s upraised waist with your hands and hook your fingers around the waistband of her leopard patterned sweatpants.

You slip the garment down Momo’s round, raised ass, delighting in the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath. Your girlfriend lifts her knees from the bed to let the sweatpants leave her completely, and you smile as you notice she does so without tearing her lips from Jihyo’s chest, so absorbed is she in the Korean girl’s body.

You took it as a personal challenge to wrest Momo’s attention away from the well-endowed detective beneath her, and to that end you drop to your knees, bringing your head in perfect alignment with Momo’s upraised butt. Taking a moment to enjoy the sight of Jihyo’s spread legs pinned beneath Momo, you grasp your girlfriend’s hips with both hands before diving in to her pussy and giving her slit a long, slow lick from bottom to top.

There were times when slow, considerate foreplay was called for; this was not one of those times, not after one of the most stressful weeks of your life. This was a time for drunken, sloppy, careless fucking. Pleasure, not affection, was the goal here.

And so you don’t feel so bad about jumping straight to the point, as it were, eating Momo’s pussy with long, deep licks, her juices already flowing freely thanks to the make out session she had with Jihyo. You are rewarded to hear her let out a long, breathy moan, finally leaving Jihyo’s saliva streaked breasts to arch her back and lean her head back as the first spikes of pleasure begin to radiate from her crotch.

Jihyo lets out a soft, disappointed moan of her own as Momo leaves her chest unattended, and you are fully aware of the younger girl squirming beneath your girlfriend, needing some sort of attention. You bring your right hand from Momo’s hips down to Jihyo’s full thighs, enjoying the feel of her soft, creamy skin of her legs for the first time. Earlier in the afternoon your session in the interrogation room had proceeded to a blowjob and then ended with her titjob; this was your first time pleasuring her directly, and your fingers tingled with anticipation as they approached her squirming, writhing crotch.

Eventually your fingertips brush up against the black cotton of her panties, and you take a little more care than you did with Momo to slowly press against her mound, your middle finger pressing against her already drenched slit through the thin fabric, running your finger tip up and down, enjoying the feel of the garment being saturated with Jihyo’s juices.

All the while you are continuing to tongue Momo’s pussy, and the Japanese girl has calmed down enough from the original rush of pleasure to bend and resume her makeout session with Jihyo, quickly capturing the detective’s lips with her own, pressing her tongue into her welcoming mouth. Her chest presses against the probe Korean girl, and they both enjoy the feel of their breasts mashing against each other.

Simultaneously, you slip your middle and index fingers beneath the drenched cloth of Jihyo’s panties to touch her pussy for the first time, delighting in the feel of her plentiful juices on your fingers before slowly, carefully slipping them further and penetrating her outer lips until you have impaled her with your fingers, first one, then the second, until you are two knuckles deep in the young, writhing detective.

“Fuuuuck,” she moans softly, the single word the most erotic thing in the world. Momo matches it with a moan of her own as your tongue begins to brush against her clit. You take a moment to relish the thought that you were pleasuring two ridiculously beautiful young women at the same time with your mouth and fingers, both of them reduced to mewling, writhing messes by your attentions.

It was time to raise the ante, and you raise your mouth slightly to the tight ring of Momo’s ass, and with the very tip of your tongue you tease the tight ring, eliciting a loud gasp from the Japanese girl that turns into a long, drawn out moan as you start to lick the ring of her ass.

Your fingers have begin to slowly piston in and out of Jihyo’s drenched slit, and it quickly becomes too much for the younger girl to handle.

“Fuck, I… I need him in me now, Momo… can he… can he fuck me?”

“Of course!” Momo gasps, her head thrown back as your tongue finally dives into her ass, “yes… fuck that feels so good… just a little more… yes… then you can fuck her, baby…”

You spend a minute or so pleasuring Momo’s ass with your tongue, not forgetting her needs and unwilling to leave her without the pleasure she deserved. When she lets her head fall back and lets out a long, breathy moan, you take that as a sign that you can move on. And it was well that she let you, because you couldn’t hold yourself back, couldn’t wait a moment longer. You had to have Jihyo, had to indulge in this new, beautiful young woman’s body.

You raise yourself from your knees, quickly divesting yourself of your belt and jeans, your rock hard shaft finally springing free. Momo lifts herself from Jihyo’s body, finally giving you a perfect view of the younger Korean girl lying on the bed, her legs spread wide in a wanton display.

She was more voluptuous and curvy than Momo, with more meat on her full thighs, round butt, and those wonderful breasts that currently sat proudly on a chest that was heaving with the promise of impending pleasure. Despite this she was still very fit, with strong, toned limbs and a tight stomach that was only slightly less defined than Momo’s.

Momo takes it upon herself to divest the wanton detective of her last article of clothing, pulling the drenched panties from Jihyo’s hips and down her legs, leaving the three of you finally naked.

“Fuck me, please… fuck me.”

You don’t want to leave the naked, utterly gorgeous young woman waiting, and so you take your shaft in your right hand and line it up with Jihyo’s absolutely drenched pussy lips before pressing forward slightly, leaving the head of your cock embedded between her splayed lips. Jihyo’s left hand reaches forward to your forearm, seeking some sort of further contact with you, her fingers gripping your wrist tightly. Momo is lying on her side on the bed beside the Korean girl, caressing her right arm and watching intently as you press your hips forward.

All three of you let a gasp out as you finally enter Jihyo’s body, your thick, hard shaft spearing into the young detective, her pussy squeezing every single inch of your body as you begin to fuck her for the first time.

Jihyo is tight, but like Choa she was extremely wet, her thick, slick juices quickly covering your shaft with her honey, making each successive thrust into her young body easier and easier.

“Oh… oh god… oh god, that feels so good!”

You bring your arms to Jihyo’s soft, thick thighs, enjoying the feel of her soft skin beneath your palms; but nothing compares to the feel of her wetness around your shaft as you fuck her with increasing pace, your hips settling into a soft and easy rhythm.

Momo is not idle, taking only a second to enjoy the sight of you making your first thrusts into the wanton young woman before she returns to Jihyo’s lips, kissing her deeply before bringing her mouth to the detective’s ear.

“Do you like… how he’s fucking you? Do you like having him inside you? Do you like having his thick, hard cock fucking that wet little pussy of yours?”

“Yes! Yes! oh god, yes!” is the breathy reply.

Jihyo’s gasps only inspire you to fuck her harder. You lose yourself in her body, spreading her thighs apart further, seeking to drive yourself as deep as you possibly could inside the young detective.

“Yes… oh god… you feel so good inside me,” she says, locking eyes with you as you continue to piston in and out of her body, “fuck me… yes… fuck me!”

“You like that, detective? You like being fucked?”

“Yes… fuck.. I… I wish you could both fuck me… at the same time… oh, god!”

A devilish smile crosses Momo’s face, and you tense at the sight of it, knowing that she only ever got that look when she had a truly dirty thought in mind.

“Maybe there’s a way we can do that,” she says, before hopping off the bed, “Go lie down against the headboard, baby. And Jihyo, go ride him,” she adds, as though she were speaking about something as mundane as the weather.

You are happy to let Momo dictate what was about to happen next. You give Jihyo one last, deep thrust, eliciting a sharp gasp from the young Korean, before withdrawing your absolutely dripping cock from her body. The hotel room light glistens all over the shiny juices lathered all over your shaft as you climb onto the bed and lean against the headboard. Jihyo wastes no time, her eyes completely lost in lust as she straddles you as soon as she is able, reaching between your bodies to line up your cock with her dripping pussy before she impales herself on it, gasping loudly at the feel of your shaft inside her once again.

Jihyo is riding you fiercely when you notice that Momo has come back onto the bed, and you are momentarily distracted by the Korean girl’s large, bouncing breasts in front of your face before you realize that Momo is holding something in her hands. You smile, almost as devilishly as Momo did moments earlier, when you realize what it is. You lean forward and capture one of Jihyo’s bouncing breasts in with your mouth, capturing the hard nipple between your lips as Jihyo continues to ride you.

Momo straddles your legs just behind Jihyo, before bringing her mouth to the Korean girl’s ear.

“Have you ever… taken it in the ass, detective?”

“I… I... “ Jihyo struggles to get a sentence together as she bounces up and down on your shaft, finally slowing down and satisfying herself by grinding against your shaft long enough to fully compose a response, “I have… but never… at the same time… as in my pussy.”

“First time for everything,” Momo says, and the surprised look that widens Jihyo’s eyes and mouth is all the confirmation you need to know what was happening between Momo and Jihyo’s bodies.

The object in Momo’s hands is a long, rubber dildo, and she has begun to press the lubricated head against Jihyo’s ass - it proves difficult at first, given that Jihyo was so absorbed in riding you, but the detective finally slows down as she catches on to what was happening and what Momo wanted to do.

“You want this?” Momo asks, her tone all sultry sexiness.

“Yes.. fuck yes… fuck my ass while he fucks my pussy… give it to me!”

Momo pushes the dildo forward, and both you and Jihyo almost shout in pleasure at the new sensation; Jihyo at the feeling of being penetrated in both of her lower holes at once, and you at the feel of the hard dildo pressing against your own shaft between the thin inner walls dividing Jihyo’s pussy from her ass.

Jihyo is soon a shuddering, writhing mess, unable to ride you with the same intensity she was moments earlier given the sheer pleasure coursing through her body at the two hard shafts invading her body simultaneously as you and Momo slowly push in and out of her body, you with your cock and Momo with the hard rubber dildo she is thrusting by hand in and out of Jihyo’s tight ass.

Minutes pass, you and Jihyo struggling to maintain some semblance of coherency amidst the storm of pleasure overtaking both of your bodies. Momo, for her part, seemed to enjoy the act almost as much as the both of you, perhaps due to the sinfulness of it, the lewdness of double penetrating a young woman and turning her into a trembling, quivering, near incoherent mess of pleasure.

Jihyo was indeed just that - a mess.

The detective is long past caring what she looked like, so lost is she in the feel of being filled in both her holes - her mouth stays open as she lets out a long, wordless stream of pleasure leave her throat, a thin stream of drool escaping from the corner of her lips. She didn’t even care to swallow, didn’t care how she looked as you and Momo had your way with her; all she cared about was the long, hard shafts penetrating her body, and the pleasure coursing through every nerve in her body.

Jihyo tight, absolutely drenched pussy alone was enough to make you cum, but with the feel of Momo’s dildo pressing against the underside of your shaft even as it pistoned in and out of Jihyo’s warm, slick pussy - it was so new, so different to anything you had ever experienced, that it drove you quickly to orgasm. You would be embarrassed by how quickly you were going to cum, if you weren’t so utterly lost in the pleasure of overcoming your senses.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” you almost shout, unable to maintain any sort of composure.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck… fuck! Oh god, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum so hard!” Jihyo yells, unable to contain any sort of decorum amidst the assault of the two shafts in her body, each one sending unbearable shocks of pleasure coursing throughout her body until she finally reaches that wonderful, incomparable plateau of orgasm.

In under a minute Jihyo is orgasming, and you are almost afraid with the way her entire body shakes so violently as she cums. Her pussy tightens exponentially around you, and you join her in orgasmic bliss as your shaft pulsates and sends thick, hot semen into her already drenched body.

Jihyo yelps with each spurt of cum you send into her pussy, and the three of you freeze in momentary bliss, happily enjoying the pleasure coursing throughout your bodies. You aren’t sure when, but eventually, Jihyo gasps as Momo removes the thick dildo from her ass; slowly, she slumps to the side to lie next to you, her absolutely exhausted body completely drained of energy by the strength of her orgasm.

“Damn,” Momo says as she tosses the purple dildo over the side of the bed, “I wanted his load.”

Jihyo is a quivering mess lying on the bed next to you, your thick seed leaking out from between her legs onto the bed sheets. Somehow, she finds the strength to lie on her back and spread her legs, reaching down with the index and middle fingers of her left hand to splay apart the drenched lips of her cum filled pussy, revealing a thick stream of semen leaking from her freshly fucked opening.

“You can still have it.”

You once again find yourself watching with rapt fascination as Momo wastes no time in diving between Jihyo’s spread legs, her ass raised temptingly in the air as her head descends to Jihyo’s crotch. A few seconds later, the loud, breathy gasp that escapes Jihyo’s throat tells you exactly what your girlfriend is doing between the young detective’s legs.

It’s not the first time you are content to watch Momo devour some part of Jihyo’s body, and you are happy to lie there in your blissful, post orgasm haze, enjoying the chorus of soft moans emanating from Jihyo’s lips combined with the wonderful sight of Momo’s face working between her thick, full thighs. The sight of Momo’s upraised butt and the graceful curve of her bent spine, however, quickly rekindle the embers of arousal in your loins.

Next to you, Jihyo is mostly a quivering, mewling mess as Momo continues to quite literally suck your semen from her pussy - but she seems cogent enough to reach over with a slim hand and wrap her palm around your rapidly re-hardening shaft, still slick and wet with your juices and hers.

“Go fuck your girlfriend,” she says softly, pausing only shortly as Momo gives her a particularly deep lick, “I think she deserves cum inside her too.”

Jihyo’s words, and the wonderful sight of her naked, flushed body next to you, bring you to back to full hardness. Raising yourself from the bed, you quickly maneuver behind Momo’s raised ass, and line up your shaft with her wet, pink pussy.

You take a moment to lock eyes with Jihyo, her face awash with pleasure, her naked breasts heaving heavily, her full thighs pink and quivering around Momo’s head. Your eyes drink in the sight of her voluptuous, full figure; perfectly proportioned, curves where she needed them, thin and fit where she needed to be. But Momo rarely left your thoughts for long, and grasping your slick shaft, you press it against the Japanese girl’s entrance and begin to fuck her.

As you already established, this wasn’t a time for slow, considerate lovemaking, and after just a half dozen moderate thrusts you quickly find a stable, solid rhythm, pistoning in and out of Momo’s familiar but no less arousing body. With each thrust into her body her torso is rocked forward, and Momo flows with the rhythm, letting your thrusts move her tongue as she places it flat against Jihyo’s pussy, rubbing wetly against the Korean girl’s exposed clit.

Both girls gasp and moan with each of your thrusts into Momo’s body; the low, breathy moan that escapes Momo’s throat sends delicious vibrations through her tongue and straight to Jihyo’s exposed clit, and soon she is joining Momo’s chorus of gasps and moans as you continue to fuck her.

It doesn’t take Momo very long to near orgasm, her body already having been wound up with tense anticipation from your oral work and the unique experience of fucking Jihyo’s ass with the dildo.

In the back of your pleasure-addled mind you realize that this is the first time you’d had sex with Momo since the episode with Sana, and you’d yet to really talk to her about it. But you also remembered her demand earlier in the day for a hard fucking, and that’s what you were going to give her.

You abandon all pretense of gentleness, grasping Momo’s full hips with both hands and hammering in and out of her body as quickly as you are able, the loud slap of wet skin hitting wet skin vying against breathy moans and gasps for the loudest sounds in the room. Eventually Momo buries her head in Jihyo’s neck, welcoming the loving embrace of the Korean girl as her bodies continues to be rocked by your thrusts.

She didn’t have time, or energy, to announce her orgasm like she usually did; the only sound that escapes her throat is a long, pleasureable moan that is muffled by Jihyo’s neck as her pussy tightens around you and begins to pulsate, and a single, short phrase, just two simple words.

“Fill me.”

You follow her into orgasm as you cum, not as strongly as with Jihyo - but more than making up for it was the emotional attachment you had to Momo, and your desire to pleasure her, and your relief that she was back in your life, and it leant your orgasm extra strength.

As your shaft pulsates and fires thick streams of semen into her body, Momo quivers and trembles, finally receiving what she had desired for so long. When you are done she slumps forward into Jihyo’s waiting arms, completely overcome with exhaustion.

You take a moment to watch them there, both breathing heavily with exhaustion, both perfect pictures of the female form, all full curves and perfect, flawless skin over perfectly sculpted bodies and beautiful, alluring faces. Your more lewd side admires the naked breasts, and the flushed crotches and the thick trickles of your semen flowing from both of their freshly fucked pussies. You cannot help but be truly thankful for this moment in your life.

Eventually you join the two women in bed, Momo snuggled up against your chest, Jihyo’s back pressed against your side as she makes your biceps a pillow.

All your troubles, the worries about Momo and Sana, the fact that Irene was still on the loose, the identity of whoever sent her that warning about her data - it all fled your mind as you relished the feel of two warm, beautiful women sleeping next to you. Sleep came quickly and easily soon after.

—-

On a dark alleyway in Seoul, Park Choa and Yoo Jeongyeon are walking with arms linked as they leave a central street and take a shortcut through a residential neighbourhood to their hotel. Seolhyun had parted ways with them a few minutes ago, and while she had offered the two of them the use of her spare guest room, Choa and Jeongyeon were happy to head back to the hotel on their own.

“He really is that good,” Choa is saying, her words made slow and drawn out by one too many drinks, “sometimes it’s hard to walk straight afterwards.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Once we did it right before a team meeting. Like, five minutes before. And JYP sat right where he was sitting while we were fucking. The whole time I could barely keep a straight face. Not to mention I was a bit of a mess down there…”

“Geez, unnie!”

“Yeah… we have a pretty pleasurable...  arrangement. But beyond that, he’s a good friend. He will fight for us, no matter what happens. And that’s good to know, considering the shady people we’re fighting these days.”

“I know,” Jeongyeon agrees, “When I took this job I figured I’d be formatting servers and installing Windows upgrades all day. I never thought I’d be working with the police in Seoul to capture corporate criminals!”

Choa nods to herself, a soft smile on her face as she agrees.

“We’re doing the right thing,” she says, “Those Red Velvet chicks are real pieces of work. They hurt him. They’re lucky we were offsite when the arrest went down, otherwise I’d be tearing Wendy a new one.”

“I don’t doubt it, unnie. I bet he had to hold Momo back from ripping her head off.”

Choa chuckles, knowing it was probably true.

“Speaking of which…” Jeongyeon begins, “what does Momo have to say about your… work arrangement?”

“She doesn’t mind. She knows all about it, in fact, and she thinks it’s hot.”

“Lucky guy,” Jeongyeon says, “I kind of assumed he was sleeping with the other girls on the team, but I didn’t think it was with Momo’s permission.”

“It totally is. I think Momo gets off on it.”

“Dammit,” Jeongyeon answers, “I’m jealous. I wish he looked at me the way he looks at you guys.”

“What are you waiting for? If you’re worried about Momo, believe me, she won’t be an issue. And you’re kind of a cutie. Some guys like guys’ girls.”

“Hmm,” the young girl says with a blush, “but I don’t think I’m his type. You’re all gorgeous. Sana and Momo belong on fashion runways. Tzuyu is a fucking walking work of art.”

“And what about your unnie!?” Choa gasps in feigned anger.

“You belong in K-pop MVs and movies, unnie!” Jeongyeon answers, and the two giggle to themselves as they continue to walk.

Their conversation soon turns to happy, lighthearted things, the alcohol in their bloodstream making them less aware of their surroundings. And so when two shadowy figures emerge from a nearby alley and press poisoned cloths to their mouths that quickly render them unconscious, they are powerless to resist.

The two figures, women in black clothing, carry their unconscious bodies into a waiting van and pile in after. The driver, a man, closes the door and jumps into the driver’s seat before driving off with the loud squeal of rubber on asphalt.

—-

Your vibrating phone, in the pocket of your long discarded jeans, wakes you up.

It takes you awhile to untangle yourself from the web of female limbs encircling your body, but eventually you manage to extricate yourself from Momo and Jihyo’s naked, warm bodies without walking them up. You finally reach your buzzing phone and answer.

“...Hello?”

“Hey,” says the soft female voice on the other line, “it’s Mina.”

“Oh, hey, Mina. What’s up?”

“Sorry for calling you at this hour, I’m sure it’s stupid o’clock over there right now. But I thought you needed to know as soon as possible.”

“What’s going on?” you answer, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you try to mentally prepare yourself for whatever she was about to say.

“You asked me to bring in Sana and Tzuyu for questioning,” Mina begins, her tone heavy, “and I called and messaged them both… but they’re gone.”

It takes you a moment to comprehend what she’s saying.

“What do you mean, they’re gone?”

“They didn’t answer my calls, texts, or DMs. I dropped by your apartment to check on Tzuyu, and no one’s there. Same with Sana’s place.”

You stand there in stunned silence, rubbing your forehead, trying to make sense of the news.

“And that’s not all,” Mina continues, “There’s been activity on their company credit cards. They bought two plane tickets… to Seoul.”

“What…?”

“They’re on their way to you,” Mina finishes.

You are still composing a response, some sort of answer to this latest news, when your phone buzzes. You excuse yourself from Mina to look at it. It’s from an unknown number, and even after reading it several times, you are still stunned into silence at what it could mean.

You take two of mine, I’ll take two of yours.