#it was gonna be the scream painting but with home alone

[rqnarok]

summary: old man!logan finds himself having a breeding kink.

cws/tags: smut, mdni! old man!logan. fem!reader. heavy breeding kink. dom/sub dynamics. unprotected p in v. pet names. not proofread. 

Logan’s younger self would not approve of this idea. 

Hell, it would not even cross his youthful, unbound, and liberated version. Younger Logan would have brushed off the idea - dodging it like a bullet - revolting against it. 

Having a kid? A noisy five-year-old child running around the house, screaming and kicking everything in sight? Yeah, fuck no. 

He’d even hate just thinking about it. 

But now that years have gone by and he’s almost hitting 200 years of age–a lot has changed in how he sees things, alright. Suddenly he’s not that idealistic-insufferable-annoying fuck anymore.

The heavy feels of his own body, his poor visions, his utter tiredness and wounds are slowly tended by settling down with you. Living in a small countryside home just outside Texas is the life Logan needed all along.

So he just can’t fucking help it when he sees how you act with those children at the Barbeque party. How you treat them with such care as if they’re yours. 

The smile plastered on your face after you give each one of them a cookie is Heaven sent for Logan. He’s too focused on being mesmerized by your acts that he almost does not realize how his trousers feel tighter.

He quickly hides his bulge whilst embarrassed of himself, thinking ‘M fuckin’ old for this shit. But who gives a fuck anyway? 

Oh, he in the past would not approve of this at all. 

“Fuck. You’d look so fuckin’ good with y’r belly swollen with my child.” Logan grunts out, thrusting his girth into you as his mind fills up with visions of you carrying his child. 

The images themselves make Logan go feral—growling when he feels how your velvet walls manage to clench around him.

“A-ah! Please!” The high-pitched noise you let out is almost humiliating as you bounce yourself on top of your husband, making the head hit your gummy spot every time you fall down.

“Hm? Y’want that, Little Missy? Want me t’give you a baby?” His calloused fingers rub shapes on your sticky skin, guiding your hips as he tries to search for the answer in your eyes.

You reply with a frantic nod, your mind feels empty as his tip deliciously kisses your cervix. The thought of being full of his seed, pregnant and giving him a baby—makes your eyes roll back in pleasure.

With one movement, Logan manages to manhandle you to a new position, his cock never slips out from your heat, “Want this old man t’give you one? Make you a momma?” 

The sound of his full balls slapping against your ass makes you squeeze your eyes shut. 

Now clearly hearing the obscene moans emitting through the dim room, “Yeahyeahyea—W-wanna be a momma—”

While you wonder how he still has this much stamina at that age, Logan leans down to your ear and buries his face on your neck, “Pretty wife. Gonna make the cutest goddamn babies, y’know tha’?” 

His palms hold your thighs spread open to reach deeper inside you, “Let me fill ya’ up real good.”

Logan’s eyes flicker to watch your pussy swallow his cock in and out. The sight alone makes him throw his head and let guilt wash him over for a minute.

He feels perverted—corrupting you by plugging his cock to the hilt as if it is trying to mold your insides. A dilemma growing.

You could feel how his thrusts steadily became desperate, “L-Lo.” Whining out, your fingers crawl into his back to pull him tighter. 

He can’t fucking wait to have you round up. Shit. You’d be so dependent on him—need him at all times. And he’d fulfill everything you ask him to do. Logan would never even let you move an inch. 

Everything caught up to him as an acute wave, “F-Fuck. There ya’ go, baby.” Logan mutters - his hands shake slightly as they lose their grip on your thighs. 

His cock never pulling out, “D’ya think it takes, pretty?” You could feel him deep inside you—how your walls are painted by his thick ropes of cum. 

Logan gives lazy circles of his hips before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips, whispering several ‘I love you’s’ before lowering himself so his face could level with your pussy.  

“Fuck.” The older man has never seen a far more beautiful sight than this. Watching his cum begin to leak out of you makes his cock twitches again. 

The scruffy feel of his beard scratches your inner thighs as he leans closer—dragging the tips of his fingers along your folds before plugging his digits back inside. 

“Logan-n!” 

A deep rumble comes out of Logan, “Shh. Be a good girl for your husband, yeah? Need’a to make sure it takes.”

[haveihitanerve]

My favorite thing about the bats is that… they are gothamites. And sure they scare the shit out of people… but they are in Gotham. Superman is loved by his people, Flash is adored, people pray to Wonder Woman, Green Arrow is feared. But the Bats? The Bats are like all of Gotham's weird older brothers/sisters/parents. Superman and Green Lantern are visiting Batman in Gotham and all of a sudden he gets smacked in the face by a banana and they turn and find a group of teens skateboarding away and one kid calls over his shoulder ‘eat the fucking potassium you absolute brick.’ and Batman doesn't even do anything. Barry is chilling with Nightwing when a girl runs beneath the building they are sitting on and screams “Nice ass Night! But get it the fuck down here, my cats stuck in a tree.” And Nightwing does a flip off the building and just?? helps her?? Wonder Woman and Black Canary are passing through Crime Alley on their way to the Batcave and spot Red Hood standing in an alley, being lectured by a woman who is half his size and she ends the lecture by throwing two sandwiches at his face and walking away. Red Hood just takes his hood off and starts eating. Superboy is helping Red Robin defeat Scarecrow and while they’re hiding, waiting for him to walk into their trap, RR is casually conversing with a Gothamite about Hogwarts Houses, and when he says the Gothamite looks like a Gryfindor he pops his head out and screams “Yo scarecrow hes right fucking here!” J’onn is heading to the Manor to discuss League business with Bruce when he spots Robin(Damian) fighting Riddler all alone and is about to intervene when three teenagers show up and just fucking deck him instead. Damian doesn't thank them, just glowers, and one of the guys goes “you're welcome you fucking brat.” And the girl even smacks the back of his head and goes “manners.” Clark is sent to go find Tim and Steph and Damian and finds them at this girls birthday party, in full costume, eating cupcakes and drinking punch, jumping on the bouncy house and is like “errr, B-Batman needs you home.” And as one the entire birthday party group went “Fuck Batman.” Spoiler was spotted painting these guys nails, Black Bat was seen teaching calculus to a group of teenagers, Batgirl(Babs) was running after a group of kids screaming “Give me back my laptop you fucks!” Just- just the batfamily and Gothamites being annoying to each other and appreciative yet bitches. 

Bus driver: stop getting thrown at my fucking bus, i got places to be and my insurance only covers so many shatter windshields and person sized dents  Batman: I don't really control where I get thrown Bus Driver: well you better fucking start otherwise theres gonna be another fucking villain on these streets *drives away and almost runs him over* Superman: *gaping* yo-you're just gonna let him do that? Batman: *shrugs* Gotham insurance aint what its cracked up to be Superman: *staring dumbly*

[darnell-la]

heyyy love your writings, pervy old man!logan fucking reader with her Halloween costume on 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

note: we already know what masked man Logan was for Halloween. He couldn’t help but match with y/n before he acted on his pervy thoughts.

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“What are you gonna be tonight?” Logan asked y/m who had just walked into the kitchen he’d a couple of minutes ago. “Oh, me? Just a college girl. Maybe with a few rips and blood splatters. Not much,” she said as she poured herself a drink.

“And you? You don’t seem like the kind to like Halloween,” y/n snickered, and she was right. The man had never participated in the years he’s been here, but this year, something made him want to. She made him want to, but not for the party. It was something deeper.

“Don’t know, maybe a killer,” Logan plainly said, not wanting to make it seem like he cared so much, but he did. Now he knew he could be a killer who stalked and terrified students in some movies. Something to match y/n without them planning to.

“Sounds scary,” Y/n smiled, a bit happy that he decided to participate. Storm and the others told her he would never. This was Y/n’s first year here, so she hoped he changed his mind.

The night has been great so far. The music was loud, the food was good, and the drinks were strong, yet sweet. Y/n loved her new home.

“Where’s Logan?” Y/n asked the crew as she entered the kitchen to get another drink. “Either in his room or outside to take a smoke,” Storm said, making y/m frown. She really thought he’d participate this year.

“Yeah, and he begged smoking far away from the school. Don’t feel like smellin’ that cigar shit,” Scott said. “Most likely he is. Hey! Maybe if you got talk to him, he’ll party with us,” Jean said, making the others agree.

“And why is that?” Y/n genuinely asked at the crew laughed. “You’re so clueless, I don’t get it,” Hank said. “She’ll see sooner or later, let’s just hope for the best,” Storm told the others.

Y/n sighed as she walked away and made her way to Logan’s room. “Logan,” Y/n knocked on his door once before it cracked. It was unlocked. “Logan?” Y/n asked more confused as she stepped in.

Y/n looked around until she noticed a basket in his bed. The basket was filled with dark red roses as the stems had been spray painted black. In the basket was a note that read “Whoever sees this first, keep the basket. I’m outside taking a smoke,”

“Of course he is,” Y/n said to himself as she walked out of his room answering made her way outside the mansion. It was dark and a bit cold. Especially for the outfit she was wearing.

She had on a mini skirt that had thong strings attached. Her uniform shirt was tight which showed every curve on her. Some spots on her costume were ripped while other spots had blood splatter.

“Logan!?” Y/n yelled out as she walked through the woods where he usually takes his smoke so Scott wouldn’t complain about the strong and disgusting smell. Surprisingly, y/n didn’t smell that smell like usual when she came to get Logan for dinner.

“Logan? I just wanted to ask if you wanted to take shots with me. I already drank a lot, and everyone else is tapping out,” y/n snickered, knowing she and Logan were the ones who drank the most.

“Logan?” Y/n asked again, but more concerned. Where would he be on this day and at this time? He’s not in his room, and she’s walking a bit further than where he usually smokes.

She felt more off, now that she thought Logan wasn’t out there. Now she’s deep in the woods by herself, in the dark. She hated the dark. She hated the woods. She hated being alone and no one could hear her if she were to get hurt.

Y/n jumped with a scream as she heard a noise behind her. “Logan!?” She called when she saw nothing. “L-Logan, please — I-I know it’s Halloween, and you’re supposed to scare people, he I’m actually scared,” y/n admitted.

Y/n wanted to leave, but she heard the noise come from the path she had to walk down to head back to the mansion.

The woman didn’t know what to do. There was no way back, and no sight of Logan. There wasn’t a sight of anyone, yet, she heard a noise that she knew the trees wouldn’t make.

After taking a few deep breaths, y/n decided to take a step towards the way she needed to go to head back to the mansion. She instantly stopped with a gasp when a figure came from behind a huge tree.

“L-Lo-Logan?” Y/n stuttered heavily, not knowing who the person was because their face was covered with a Halloween mask. She prayed it was Logan playing some prank, but y/n was an overthinker.

“Logan, please talk to me,” y/n begged low as she rubbed her fingers nervously. “Watcha doin’ out here alone, sweetheart?” The masked man asked. Their voice was unidentifiable because of the speaker in their mask.

“I — Logan, please, stop this,” y/n begged before the masks man slowly took steps towards her. “Pretty dangerous out here for a pretty school girl like you. Don’t think anyone would think twice about taking you out here,” the masked man said, making y/n’s heart rise.

The man’s figure looked a lot like Logan's. The muscles, the walk, even the way he talked, but this couldn’t be Logan, right? He wouldn’t make an inappropriate comment like that towards her, right?

“Logan, please-“ y/n was cut off as she tripped. Y/n groaned with a whine as she rubbed the back of her head that she hit lightly. Logan felt bad but didn’t show it. He was too far in the mood to break character.

“Please, sir — I’ll do anything, just, don’t hurt me,” y/n’s eyes began to tear as the masked man finally stood over her. “I would never hurt you, Bub,” Logan said something minor to make sure she knew it was him and that she was safe.

“Logan?” Y/n asked low before the masked man hovered over her. Logan began tugging on y/n’s clothes, causing her to yell. Because she didn’t see Logan’s face, she still felt a bit of fear.

“You smell so good, baby. Smelt that pussy ok your way out here,” Logan said as he pulled y/n’s mini skirt up that barely covered her ass. “Hey!” Y/n slapped at the man’s hands, but none of that phased him.

“You smell so damn good, I could just eat you like a sample, baby,” Logan continued his talk as he ripped y/n’s panties off. He brought the fabric to his nose before taking a huge sniff. The groan he let out made her realize this was Logan.

“L-Logan,” y/n said as he placed her panties in his back pocket under his costume. “Smart girl,” the man said as he ripped the speaker from under his mask. “Knew you’d catch on,” he said as he reached under his costume to unbuckle his belt.

“L-Logan, what are you doing? W-Why were you out here? I-I don’t even smell smoke,” y/n was confused, and the small fear of his huge figure over her made her cunt throb.

Logan ignored the girl's questions as he finally got himself out of his jeans. The man lifted his costume just enough to expose his huge leaky length.

“What are you doing? Logan? Logan, hey!” Y/n tried crawling back, but the man was quick to hover over her with his cock in hand. “Stay still, Bub. Just for a second, then you can do all the squirmin’ you want,”

Y/n kicked and slapped the man, but he got himself inside of Y/n with no struggle.

“That’s it, Bub, that’s what I wanna hear,” Logan looked down at y/n who cried loudly at the feeling of him stretching her out. “It’s okay, baby, just breathe. Take me in,” Logan continued pushing as she clawed at his chest.

“C-Can’t!” Y/n almost screamed as his pelvis rubbed against her bud. He was fully in her, barely allowing her to breathe. He could tell she’s never taken anything like him. That only made this situation better.

“So damn tight,” Logan groaned in her ear after a few seconds of his silence. All that was heard was her shaky whine and the sound of the leaves underneath them as she kicked.

“C’mon, baby, don’t give me a hard time. Don’t make the stranger mad,” Logan said, making y/n think. Was he into this? Was he into scaring y/n and acting like he was someone she didn’t know?

The Ghostface mask was perfect for what he was doing to her. He knew that, and she knew that. This was some kink he had and a kink she didn’t know she had until now.

“P-Please sir, don’t hurt me,” y/n played a lot with her shaky voice. An unexpected growl came from Logan’s mouth, not thinking she’d play along to his sick fantasy.

“Oh, but I want to, baby. Wanna tear you apart like an animal out here,” Logan’s hand slowly snaked around her neck before gripping tightly as his other hand grabbed onto her waist to push her down into the wet and dirty ground.

“Please don’t, sir,” y/n begged, but it was unnecessary. Logan shifted his legs until he had the best position to slam down into the smaller girl, knocking the window from her lungs as her mind went dumb in seconds.

Tears slipped from the young girls eyes, barely being able to breathe from the tight grip on her neck. Logan knew if she couldn’t actually take anymore, or simply didn’t want this, she’d tell him, but the both of the knew she wanted all of this just as much as he did.

“Yeah — Take it,”

[mookiesspace]

CW: blood, murder, possessive behavior, knfie

a/n: it's spooky season yall

"y/n? y/n where are you baby.. i promise i just wanna talk.." deep, husky voice echoing through the large corridor. thump. thump. THUMP! loud noises lifting off of the silent room he rummaged through. what could the mysterious man be in such a deep search for? oh right, it's you.

"cmon now pretty, you know I don't like these games.." he grumbled banging and slamming on the walls around him now eager to catch his prey. searching and screaming around in anger and frustration as he walks down the hall. "where are you mamas.." he asked, low chuckles escaping his mouth seconds after "I won't ask again." he orders, words as sharp as daggers.

you let out a quick gasp unknowingly realizing this'll be your last time alone.. he's still. to still.. it's quiet now, and you hear footsteps leave the area your hiding in. the air feels less tense than before, but is it safe to come out? you sigh quietly before cracking the door only to be met with preying eyes staring down at you "found you." he whispered. attempting to slam the door shut you feel a blunt force push it open knocking you back on your knees, scooting back you feel your body tense up "n-no.." you whimper, eyes swelling with tears, shaking body unable to process what's happening "why did you hide from me baby?" he sighed, knife in his hand as his other rubs his forehead irritability. you're unable to respond all you can do is silently cry and whimper low nos to yourself. the tall man kneels down and cups your face, forcing you to face him. he drags the knife along your tummy and up to your chin before stabbing it into the floor beside you casuing you to yelp in fear "I asked you a question my love.. aren't you gonna answer?" he provoked, lickin his lips and he let's out a sinister laugh. your lips are trembling as you try to answer "i-.. i- don't know.. please don't hurt me!" you begged, salty tears flowing down your puffy cheeks. he only then sighed before kissing your lips gently in pure pity as he lifts you up swiftly. "we can be happy mama, you just need to learn how to listen.. leave it all to me alright?" he spoke, eyes locked with your watery ones. you only then nodded in defeat while he kisses your head rubbing your back gently "let's go home now baby" he whispered, deep voice sending shivers down your spine. setting you down gently he grasps your hand before heading towards the door only to feel a sharp pain ache in his chest. looking down slowly seeing the dark red liquid stain his fresh white shirt he turns to you in a freeze, laughing menacingly while staring directly your way. mouth slightly agape he let's out a mumble before feeling his large body shut down and hit the floor, warm blood painting the clean floors a deep, dark red. standing still you bend down on your heels, examining the lifeless body before you, lifting its head as a sly smile appears on your face. you lean in and kiss the man's lips, red lipstick leaving a mark in the very spot before standing up to leave the building.

you feel the fresh cool wind blow through your hair as you smoke your cigarette, smoke slowly pooling out your mouth. a small buzz vibrates from your cellphone before ringing silently, picking up the call you hear a familiar voice on the other line.. low, smooth, and somewhat amused. "Did you get him?" he asked, all you did was smile silently, soft sigh escaping your pretty little lips "of course I did baby, I wouldn't be talking to you right now if I didn't." you teased, all the man could do was laugh alongside you while mumbling a soft "that's my girl, now come home. I miss you" your face lights up again as you're already on your way to your car giggling at the man as you fix your bloody stained "E" inital necklace, only replying with a simple "I know daddy." as you drive off ending your long night with your loving husband.

assassin reader x assassin eren

[iheartmapi]

Get Gone (pt.2 to “Teddy Bear”)

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: Alexia had crossed another line, and you couldn’t let it be like this anymore.

Angst, no comfort ig

TW: none

Word count: 1,185

Your eyes flickered around the restaurant you were patiently waiting in for the past 30 minutes.

The situation is easy to guess, you were waiting for Alexia, since she herself proposed a date today to you a week ago. Yet she wasn’t showing up. Sweat painted your hands, you wanted to finally catch a glimpse of her blonde hair somewhere in the crowd of waiters and other clients, you tried texting her, perhaps she got stuck in traffic or something else happened to her?

You hoped it was only something of innocent nature…Alexia wouldn’t stand you up after all, right?

More time passed and passed, but to no avail Alexia hadn’t appeared in the restaurant. Tears were begging to be let out of your eyes, it was hard keeping yourself in check and not crying a river right there in public but you at least managed to get back to your car before breaking down in tears.

You went back home, your sadness slowly morphed into anger towards Alexis, lately you’ve been wondering if this relationship even had any chance of salvation. She didn’t return till late in the evening. You were sitting in the living room, your arms crossed as you saw her drop her bag down on the floor. Not even a “sorry”, “hey” or “how are you was dropped, let alone one single look at you. You wanted to scream at her, make a mess of the apartment, claw at her skin pull your hair anything..but she’d just turn a blind eye to it anyway, it’s as if you were invisible, when you were around her she treated you like mist, she just didn’t care.

“Why?” You then spoke up, your cheeks got a reddish tint to them, as well as your eyes which were letting tears fall. You cried silently, just looking at her as she turned around to face you as if she had no clue what you meant by ‘why’

“What are you talking about?” Alexia’s brow furrowed, her gaze said it all, she was looking at you as if you were some mad woman that should be institutionalised for her over-sensitivity. “Why don’t you love me anymore?” You choked out the question you had wanted to ask her for the past few months.

“Y/n-“ Alexia begun with a tired voice, “No” you cut in “Don’t ‘Y/n’ me, you know it’s the truth” And she probably did, Alexia stood in place, her eyes diverted from yours.

“I wanted this to work, I really did, and we had our happy years didn’t we? But you changed Alexia, you don’t give a shit about me anymore.” Your voice broke here and there, a thousand words and sentences were running through your brain, so fast it made you feel like it was frying.

“I thought about this so many times, thought about all the things I wanted to say to you…but now I can’t, there’s so many of them I can’t keep up, you had done me so bad, so many times..so many times I forgave you quietly, but I can’t do it anymore”

“What the hell do you mean?” She barked at you, “So you’re gonna break up with me? Because of some dumb things I did? God you’re impossible-“ The blonde shook her head “Stop it! For fuck’s sake stop it! That’s why I’ve been holding back, cause you always do this, I’m always the bad guy whilst you’re a martyr.” Your hands clutched your head “And dumb things? You cal treating me as if I didn’t exist dumb things? You stood me up, and the best part is this wasn’t the first time” It was clear Alexia was trying to come up with some cheeky answer, one that’d shut you up, but to no avail.

“This is the end” you said now more quietly, “I’m leaving, don’t contact me again” with that you made your way to your now past shared bedroom. Another minute spent in this goddamn place was going to drive you mad, so swiftly you grabbed your clothes and other belongings, not caring to fold them, just to get them into your bags. Alexia soon stormed in after you. “This is fucking crazy!” She yelled, “You can’t do this to me!” Her arms were swaying around, she was mad, furious even.

“You did much worse to me” you muttered “You don’t deserve to be mad at me Alexia”

As you grabbed your now packed bags you looked at her for the last time together, “Goodbye” and that was it, the end.

A few weeks had passed now, you bought yourself a flat since you sold your old one before moving in with Alexia. You recall breathing the fresh air, the wind blowing through your hair when you left Alexia, the world around you felt different, alone and freeing. Later a part of you was screaming at you that you chose the wrong option, but you couldn’t get back with Alexia, not after everything.

Years of a good relationship, and then years of a ruin that was your ‘love’. There was no denying that a small percentage of you, still loved her, but you couldn’t be with her if all you were going to get was a one-sided romance.

Alexia messaged you, one message that read ‘meet me at the pier, you know which one. 7pm, I’ll be there.”

You sighed internally, you were gonna give her one last chance to speak to you, whatever it is she wanted, all you knew was that there was no getting back ever again.

It was dark already, the sky turning into a deep navy blue transcending into black. As you walked down the wooden pier, some happy moments from your time together came flooding back. You knew this had to be the pier she wanted to see you at, and as you walked further down you could make out a woman’s figure in the distance, as you got closer you quickly recognised it was indeed Alexia.

She was leaning against the pier’s fence, looking into the deep blue sea, you stood next to her, glancing into the water as well

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?” You then asked, not looking back at her, and you could feel that she wasn’t observing you either. “Can’t we make this right?” She said after a minute “Alexia…” you sighed, “I told you”

“I can change, Y/n” she was still pleading for you to change your mind. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t believe you, we’re done, and that’s it. If we get back together either you or me are still gonna get hurt” You knew well that it was definitely you who was going to get hurt…but you weren’t here to talk about it, all you had wanted was to deliver the message clearly.

“Y/n..” she mumbled, “I’m sorry Alexia” you simply stated, “Have a good night.” You pushed yourself off the fence, walking off, towards the parking lot to your car. As you walked, you hadn’t looked back at Alexia.

You were better off not being together.

[milla-frenchy]

911

1k4 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Summary: you and Joel go out on a rainy night. His protective side turns you on Warnings: 18+ mdni. teasing, footplay, dirty talk, rough sex, piv, oral (m). Light violence (not towards reader). Reader’s hair can be pulled.  No age specified, no outbreak a/n: couple from the 5 days collection. Can be read alone. This is for the April showers challenge by @undercoverpena Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta reading 💕

Series masterlist | Masterlist

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You and Joel were having dinner at a restaurant. Night had already fallen, and the rain was painting the city streets in darker shades. While waiting for dessert, you breathed out on the window and drew a heart. You smiled shyly, and Joel thought you were the sweetest woman he had ever met. When you slid your shoeless foot from his calf to his crotch, he thought that you were also the sexiest woman he had ever met.

“We haven’t tested this bathroom yet, Joel,” you said, gently stroking your lip with your index finger. Your shy smile was forgotten, giving way to another kind of smile. Without taking his eyes off you, he grabbed your foot and pressed it against his shaft.

“Nah. Wanna make you scream on my cock tonight. I can’t give it to you good here, baby. Wanna do it right.”

Your pussy clenched, and you tried to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the pressure between them. But he didn’t release your foot, smirking as he saw you grimace in your chair.

The waiter set down your desserts, cutting off the conversation momentarily. You brought the spoon to your mouth, keeping it in longer than necessary.

“Mmm…that’s the best flavor I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

He looked at you, his narrowed eyes glinting.

“Is that right?”

His eyes moved down from yours to your lips, and he pressed your foot tighter against his cock. He grabbed his glass with his free hand and took a sip. It looked tiny between his fingers. And you couldn't help but think about moments when he would push them into your pussy and make you come on them. You tried to calm down as his grin widened. Of course he knew exactly what you were thinking about. You cleared your throat and asked: “are you jealous of a spoon, Mr. Miller?”

“I think I could be jealous of just about anything that comes near you, sweetheart.”

You smiled and took another spoonful.

You walked out of the restaurant and headed towards the parking lot. Joel had his arm around your shoulder, yours was around his waist. The rain started to fall again and you took shelter under a porch of one of the buildings. Joel hugged you and kissed you, his big hands squeezing your ass under your dress. You whined, eager to finally be home and feel his naked body against yours. Two men approached, and one of them said, “nice ass, wanna share?” Joel turned towards them, fists clenched.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

He stood in front of you, interposing himself between you and them. They were young. Early twenties.

“I said," Nice ass, wanna share?”. Are you deaf, man?”

Neither he nor you had time to anticipate what happened next. When Joel punched him, you heard a bone crack and the man knelt on the ground. The one who accompanied him approached, hesitantly.

“Get the fuck outta here, kid. Or I ain’t gonna break just this asshole’s nose.”

The guy looked at his friend and ran away. Joel glanced down at the kneeling man, then back at you. Tilting his chin towards you, asking silently if you were ok. You nodded. Joel looked around, and saw a piece of wood on the ground. He grabbed it, before approaching the young man. He held out his hands and shouted “I’m leaving, I’m leaving!” I'm sorry!!" before getting up and running away too.

Joel dropped the piece of wood and moved closer to you, covered your cheeks with his hands, and asked “are you ok, sweetheart?”

“I…fuck, yeah. I think so. What the fuck is wrong with these guys?!”

He took your hand, and said “yeah, I know baby, but it’s ok now. Come on, we can’t stay here.”

You ran to another street under the heavy rain, and Joel didn't keep his eyes off the surroundings. Finally you arrived at the underground tunnel and stopped at the stairs. You were soaked by the rain.

“Okay, let’s wait here until the rain calms down a bit”, he said.

He held you close, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how he protected you, his cool control of the situation, as if he had never doubted his superiority over them. You kissed him, your tongue sliding between his lips. You pressed yourself against him, and slipped your hand between your two bodies and put it on his crotch.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” he asked, his piercing gaze searching for yours. You looked up at him and your stare left no doubt about what you desired.

“Fuck…Did that turn you on?”

You nodded, stroking his cock through his jeans. He was already hard.

“Claim me”, you said.

“What? Claim…here?”

“Yeah, fuck me here. Now. I need it.”

He held your chin between his fingers, trying to read you again. Searching for an ounce of hesitation. But there wasn't any. You slipped your hand into your panties and collected your slick on your fingers before showing him your hand. He took your hand in his and licked your fingers. He groaned. “Shit, ok. ‘m gonna fuck you here, if you want it that bad.” 

He turned you around, pinning you against the cold wall of the tunnel. His fingers eagerly unzipped his jeans before releasing his hard cock. He grabbed your hips, pulling them towards him. He pulled up your dress and pushed your panties to the side, before sliding his fingers along your soaked slit. He hissed through his teeth.

“You’re the filthiest girl I’ve ever known.”

He grabbed his cock in his hand and barely slid it between your folds. You held your breath, ready to feel his cock sink into your core. You wanted him to own you. He bottomed out in one go, and your cheek rubbed against the stone.

“Fuckin’...tight,” he grunted. “That’s what you want? Being railed in a tunnel at night?”

“Yes, fuck….”

“I'm sure you'd like someone to catch us here. So that some guy could see you, hear you moan while you're getting fucked. Let him see that you’re fuckin’ mine.”

He grabbed your hair in his tight fist, and started fucking you hard, grunting every time he thrust.

“Answer me.”

“Yeah, you know I’d love that.” His hand released your hair and it slid down along your breasts, down to your panties.

“Yeah...You’re gonna come on it, now. Wanna feel this pussy clenching me.”

His finger rolled over your clit, as his cock kept pounding you.

“Damn, been hard since the restaurant and the show you gave me there. Fuck.”

He fucked you fast and hard, not letting his fingers leave your clit even for a second. His cock was brushing your g-spot continuously, and you felt your orgasm building. This mixture of pleasure and pain, his cock brutally parting your folds every time he thrust in, his fingers on you. He knew for a long time how to make you cum in a few minutes. When you clenched his cock, your moans echoed in the tunnel. 

You pulled away from him and got down on your knees, your dress falling down your thighs.

“Claim me,” you said again, your eyes raised to him.

“Fuck,” he said, quickly jerking his entire length in front of your face. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, waiting. Your eyes were fixed on each other.

“Shit…gonna paint your face.”

He grunted when the first spurts of cum hit your lips, tongue and chin, and he placed his tip on your tongue for the next two spurts. Your eyes were still fixed on him.

He thrust into your mouth, and you felt him twitch again, until he emptied his balls completely. He rested his hand against the wall so as not to lose his balance as you sucked his cock, swallowing his hot load.

“Fuck, baby….” he was trying to catch his breath, while you were keeping his throbbing cock in the warmth of your mouth.

Finally, he grabbed your elbow, helped you up and kissed you, tasting himself on your tongue. You heard the sirens of an ambulance in the distance. He tucked his cock in his pants, took your hand, and you two walked towards the parking lot.

“Told you I wanna make you scream on my cock, tonight. Come on, I’m not done with ya.”

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Mind giving us some headcanons for the woods brothers? Please and thank you

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ASK OUGHH LOVE THE WOODS BROTHERS

Anyways, changed a few things about them and their story (a lot for Liu), so uhh I hope you don't mind all that ousgdhdhdh

Jeff the Killer

The Woods- like all families- weren't perfect, but they all tried their best despite the fact. They played their roles, attended church every Sunday when they could, and most importantly, they loved each other, and Jeffery Hodak Woods wouldn't have changed a thing.

Still, fate doesn't bend to what we want, does it?

After drastic changes and loss after crushing loss had driven the eldest Woods son to madness, Jeff wondered if those sermons truly meant anything when he damned himself to hell the moment he crawled out of the new house he was supposed to call home and decided that three men were about to pay for what they did.

Struggled with Intrusive thoughts his whole life, and though his parents meant well, being raised thinking that every awful thought was a product of the devil himself left Jeff to internalise a few things.

Speaking of internalising a few things! Internalised homophobia! Being raised in a religious, conservative household in the early 2000s is gonna do that to you lmao

He's got a Southern accent. After reading one fanfic I literally can't hear Jeff with anything else and it's a curse I must bear alone </3

Even before the incident, he's always had a bit of a gummy smile, his ruined cheeks just made his grin wider which emphasised it more.

Smoker since he was a teen, though his parents never knew that. He vaguely smells of tobacco and iron.

Is a damn good cook and huntsr. He learned the former from his mom alongside Liu, and learned the latter from his dad, but after the incident (and the fact he's basically homeless), he doesn't cook unless he truly has to due to his Pyrophobia. The only fire he can tolerate are from his lighter.

He does still use his hunting skills though, both for his targets and for, y'know, food if he's some place rural. He's kinda gross and feral though, so when desperate times call for desperate measures, well, it's not the first time he's eaten roadkill.

His burn scars are mainly isolated to his left side, though they stretch a little past half of his back.

Paints his nails black when he can. His nails and his knife are the only two things he consistently takes care of lmao

Targets anyone. He knows most people will be missed, and he doesn't want to suffer with his grief alone.

Gave himself that sick Glasgow smile when he was facing an especially bad period of grief, and since he wasn't raised in the most emotionally open household, he wasn't equipped to handle his own feelings. The end product was rough and jagged from the pain, but at least he could still smile all pretty like his mom told him to.

Jeff woke up surrounded by fire, unable to scream amidst the rubble and smoke as it threatened to suffocate him. Sometimes, when he sleeps, he relives that moment, leading him to be terrified of sleeping. He attempts to solve this by cutting off the lids of his eyes, but he pussied out before he could finish the job, leaving himself half-blind when his fucked eye dried up.

I HAVE... SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT JEFF BEING RAISED IN A RELIGIOUS HOUSEHOLD AND GENUINELY BELIEVING HE WAS POSSESSED OR TARGETED BY THE DEVIL AT A YOUNG AGE... IMAGINE, WAKING UP IN UNIMAGINABLE PAIN AS FIRE FLOODS YOUR VISION, AND THINKING THAT "This is it. I really am damned to hell."

IMAGINE CRAWLING OUT OF THAT OUT OF SHEER FORCE OF WILL, AND AS YOU LOOK UPON THE GOLDEN FLAMES THAT SPROUT FROM YOUR HOME, BELIEVING THAT YOU'RE NOT THE SAME PERSON YOU WERE, AND THAT YOU'RE A DEMON PARADING IN DEFORMED, HUMAN FLESH

THAT THE FIRE HAD REVEALED WHO YOU REALLY WERE ALL ALONG, AND THAT THERE'S NOTHING MORE YOU COULD DO BUT SUCCUMB

Liu Woods

Growing up, Liu had always been close to his older brother. He could rely on him, and Jeff, in turn, could always rely on Liu, though the younger of the two always knew that his older brother could never truly be vulnerable with him, nor could he compare to just how much Jeff had done for him growing up.

One day though, a while after they've moved, a fresh start for a new life, Liu takes the chance to protect his older brother just as he had done for him, though he'd come to regret that choice when- while in juvenile detention- Liu finds out that his home was gone, alongside his parents, and at the center of it all was the brother he tried to protect.

With the loss of his parents, Liu went around in different foster homes, though he never truly felt like he was part of their families growing up.

As he grew up, he managed to graduate and become a detective, both to help people amidst a growing amount of murders and missing persons cases, and to find and hunt down Jeff.

He'd rather die than admit it, but he does miss Jeff, and he could feel an awful, sinking feeling within him at the thought of hurting him. In the end though, his morality wins over

When he first met his brother in person, Liu recognised Jeff immediately. Jeff, however, did not. Liu was overpowered, and it was only until he had already carved through Liu's cheek did Jeff realise what he had just done. The doctors say that Liu shouldn't have survived then with how much blood he had lost, but thankfully, someone was there to help. Though when the paramedics came, all they found was Liu, alone and unconscious.

Hates the smell of tobacco.

His southern accent isn't as noticeable as Jeff's, but it's more obvious in the way he says certain words or when he's angry.

Has intrusive thoughts, though he's more capable of dealing with them compared to a certain someone. Doesn't make them easier to deal with though, and that doesn't make the guilt he suffers through any less of a burden, especially as an officer of the law.

[iwriteiguessandiloveit]

I'll Sleep when i'm Dead

Toon!Beetlejuice x reader

i'll sleep when i'm Dead

Chamomile tea by your bedside. Noise machine you brought up from the basement. A small night light casting shadows around the room. All used in some form or another, and still your eyes were glued open; Thinking of both everything and nothing at the same time. The tick-tock of the clock rang out in your otherwise silent room. Speaking of the clock, what time was it anyway? You turned your head to read the digital clock on your dresser- and made eye contact with two large, grey rimmed eyes. 

You screamed- ‘AUGH!’

After the adrenaline rush had subsided, you knew who the strange eyes belonged to. Beetlejuice, your boyfriend. Who also happens to be a ghost.

He rolled through the air, shaking with fits of laughter. ‘Oh, you should've seen your face! Priceless!’ You rolled your eyes and shunted the covers over to the edge of the bed and stepped over to your dresser. Goosebumps prickled along your arms in the chilly air. ‘BJ! What are you doing here? It’s kinda creepy, spying on me like that.’ 

The mirror’s border creaked as he rested his full weight on it. ‘Aw, c’mon! Can’t I just wanna see my favorite breather?’ 

‘That still doesn't make it any less creepy.’ You murmured. Well, creepy or not, you could take advantage of the situation. Anything’s better than being alone with your thoughts at 3 Am. ‘But since we’re both up…’ With a triple recitation of his moniker; As he was shoved by an invisible force out of the mirror and into reality; He crash landed upside down on the floor. Stars circled around his head and his eyes whirled in their sockets. ‘Y-ya really gotta warn me before ya do that…’ You helped him up, but your giggles were interrupted with a large yawn.

 Beej raised an eyebrow. ‘You look tired, babes. Why aren't-cha in bed?’ Upon remembering your predicament, your shoulders sagged. A heavy sigh escaped your mouth. ‘Can’t. Not for lack of trying, I just have so much on my mind right now, like I have a science test tomorrow and notes for history and I have to wake up 30 minutes earlier because I have to pick up my prescription before they send it back and i’ve been trying to go to bed for 3 and a half hours now-’ You were interrupted by Beetlejuice, who shoved a grimy finger to your lips. ‘Ahp-bup-bup, no need to freak out. I’m gonna help you!’ Your eyebrows quirked skeptically, but before, you could express your doubt in that idea he exclaimed-

‘I got an idea! Lemme serenade you to sleep!’ He thrust his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out a full size accordion, complete with handles and a black and white paint job. He started playing a few painfully off-key base notes. ‘Any requests?’ Remembering the last time he tried to play something for you and all the apology notes you had to write to the neighbors, you pushed the accordion down a few inches. 

‘No-thanks, sweet of you but I don’t think it’ll help.’ 

‘You never want to hear my songs.’ He grumbled. But his face lightened up after a moment and exclaimed, ‘I know what’ll help-’ 

With a snap of his fingers, your world exploded into neon stripes. Your room spun away to be replaced by a 80s-esque dance studio, the backdrop a mix of zigzags and bright colors, fuzzing your vision up. In the middle of the room, BJ was dressed in neon green arm and leg warmers with neon purple bodysuit; And hands on his hips in a sassy gesture.

Well this is a sight you’d take to the neitherworld. 

‘Alright babes! Put your hands up and stretch up high! Let's tire those muscles out!’ His feet moved rapidly, spinning like a ballerina and stomping to an invisible beat. Bewildered, you tried to recreate whatever in the world he’s doing but you kept tripping, eventually landing flat on your ass. ‘Beej, take me HOME!’ You cried. He turned to you, huffing and puffing with the effort of his improv-ed dancing. ‘Aw, just when I was having fun…’ He lamented. But as you requested, he snapped again and your room reappeared before you. You steadied yourself on the headboard of the bed. You tugged off and flung the neon pink headband you only just realized you had on when your gaze shifted to Beetlejuice.

He looked a little hurt. Eyes darting away from you, fiddling with his tie. You hadn't meant to hurt his feelings, you were just so tired that you didn't have the sense of humor for his shenanigans in you. He was genuinely trying to help, after all. 

‘BJ…’ You started. ‘Yeah?’ He perked up.

You plopped on the edge of your bed, sagging as the fatigue returned at your lack of motion. ‘I’m sorry I was so harsh. I just… Honestly, the best thing you can do right now is just cuddle me. Silently. Please?’ 

He nodded vigorously, and suddenly his mouth was a zipper and fastened itself closed  with a ‘swiipp’. ‘’Mhmph-hmm!’ He mumbled; His voice, obviously, obstructed by the zipper. 

No matter the state you were in, this goofy ghost always managed to make you laugh.

‘Heh, c’mere.’ You stretched your arms out toward him and he readily dove into your embrace.

The soft chill of his arms was a welcome feeling. You pulled up the covers to both your shoulders, while his hand came up to stroke your hair. Like the clingy specter he is, he wrapped his arms and legs around your waist and clutched you like a parasite. It restricted your breathing a bit, but one look at his adorable face snuggling into your neck had you melting. You didn't have the heart to make him move. 

(1 hour later)

BJ

You're so beautiful. Well, you’re always beautiful, but especially now. It’s been TORTURE just sittin’ here not talking or anything! But I guess if you can sleep it's worth it… now just let me-oops, didn't mean to bump your nose there, Sorry, Y/N. Pleaseee stay asleep-there we go. *smack* free access for forehead kisses. Love ya, babes. Nighty-night.

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LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

can you tell I had fun with this one?

RS has the privilege of calling the 80s dance studio setting her own idea~

Credit where it's due: L and RS, who beta read and gave me suggestions (and a lot of laughs)

@accidentalnh2cl, this is for you! I hope you like it!

And off we go! I'll get started on the next one tomorrow.

luv y'all!

-Rea ❤

[madebyrolo]

Holding me and holding back

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Pt.2 Rafe Cameron x pouge reader

Read Pt.1 here

she/her

Summary: summer fling with Rafe. Your typical kook vs pouge war but what if instead of gold it was love?

Obx masterlist

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ───

You pulled into the Tanny Hill driveway, you parked leaving your sleeping bag and stuff in the car because you didn’t know where this night was gonna lead.

You planned on confronting Rafe, the whole tire thing was absolutely insane.

You starting walking up to the door as Rafe was already waiting for you. He opened the door and greeted you with a bear hug and kiss on your lips.

The mint taste feeling like home.

“Where’s your stuff?” He asks “aren’t you spending the night?” Rafe sounded concerned.

“Maybe, my bags in the car just in case.” You say rubing your thumb across his knuckles.

“Okay come on, I set up a movie in the screening room. Sarah’s gone she’s off with Topper, wheezy at a sleepover and my dad trusts us enough to leave us alone” he smiles leading you to the room.

You and Rafe lay on the gigantic bean bag. One had wrapped around you and the other using the remote.

“Okay we can watch scream, mean girls, don’t worry darling-”

“Don’t worry darling.” You say without even considering the other options

“Alright should’ve know, Harry styles is in the movie….” He sighs giving you a tight squeeze.

You guys are into the movie, Rafes eye are glued on the screen and you’re deep into your thoughts.

You and Rafe have being a “thing” since April.

Never in your life you would be in a situationship with the kook king, Rafe Cameron.

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—flashback—

You're a pouge yourself, working as a bev cart girl at the golf course. The job is easy and the tips are ever better. Tipsy old men with a girl in the skirt is like the money-mouth emoji.

That were you met Rafe of course.

You were covering for your other employee, she was over 21 and she could actually handle the alcohol legally but some how the mangers didn't care that one day. You were doing your loops and happened to meet your best tippers, who usually have $20+ they were easy in a way, but not that day.

"Look it's our favorite doll!" The oldest one said.

"Good to see you too Mr.Adams!" you say with a fake smile plaster on your face.

"Honey, what did I say call me Paul!" Mr Adams said playfully.

"Okay Paul, what would you and these gentlemen like today?" You said getting out the cart and pulling open the coolers.

"Arnold Palmer, needs some of his luck if I wanna win this bet with Andrew" Mr Adams winked

"throw in a splash vodka too"

As you began pouring the vodka Mr Adams kept saying "a little more..."

"Might as well made it a longgg Island" you joked earning fits of chuckles from the tipsy men.

"I'll take a beer" Andrew aka Mr.Gage asked

"And I'll get your number sweet heart" the bald one said checking your ass out.

You pulled it down praying there was gonna be no breeze to help fill out his fansistes. You gave them their drinks about to turn around to enter your cart as the bald one grabbed your wrist.

“I didn’t get what I ask for.” He said leaning in with the smell of wiskey heavy on his breath.

“Sir let me go.” You said with your head down trying to fight your wrist back.

The other men were laughing, sipping their drinks watching their friend miserably hit on you.

“Darling I’m not gonna ask you again.” He said squeezing tighter.

You were about to risk them seeing your paintes to kick this bald bitch in the dick but right before you could lift your leg the man fell right in front of you with a grunt.

As you watch him go down you saw an another dude behind him, and that being Rafe Cameron.

He had a golf club, which you connected that he hit him with. You can see the mark of dirt and grass on the back of his shirt.

“You want another one?” Rafe said looking down at the man as he turned to face him.

But all he could hear with groans, the man bareley being able to get a word out.

“I’m not gonna ask you again.” He ordered.

And with that Rafe slammed the golf club right between his dick. Barely hitting it but enough to scare him.

He yelled as he rolled down the hill as his friend run away.

“I’ll make sure you never set foot in this club, or any club on this island again.” Rafe yelled at them.

You shook your head trying process what just happened, or what could’ve happened. Your legs shaking from the thoughts and your arm being red from the “man's” grip.

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked.

You heard stories of the boy, him being played as this big scary guy from Jayj and the fights you heard involving your friends and others.

“Um yeah I guess, thank you Rafe.” You said avoiding eye contact. You didn’t want him to see the tears building up in your eyes.

“Hey kid.” He said lifting up your chin to see the tears spilling down your cheek. “Here let me help you in, I’ll drive you back to the house, we’ll get your stuff and I’ll take you home.” Rafe offered as he guiding you to the passenger seat of the cart.

As he got in he started the cart slowly driving. Whiping the melted mascara, trying to get yourself together before you have to face your manager.

“You know their names right?” Rafe asked as he looked over at you.

“Uh yeah all of them except the one that grabbed me.” You said trying not to cry again.

“It’s alright I bet you $100 I’ll get it within the next 30 minutes.” He said with a small laugh trying to ease the tension.

“Thank you Rafe, if you didnt get there in time I would’ve had to kick him, giving them the view they wanted” you said with a breathy laugh wiping the rest of your tears.

“Would’ve been one hell of a kick girl!” He said placing his hand on top of yours.

In a way it felt comforting, scary cause you barely knew the kid but he wasn’t a complete stranger.

Soon you were in the passenger seat of his truck, and with a $100 bill in your pocket from the bet he made.

“Can’t believe you got them banned practically everywhere.” You said with a small laugh.

“Oh and they donated 100k to the club all together too. And here’s your tip” He smiled to himself handing over $520 in bills.

“Snagged them from their wallets” he said giving you a wink.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” you scoff in amazement counting the cash.

He’s driving along the beach to the side of the island he swore to never ever to be on. The sun was setting creating a warm ambiance with “3005” by childish Gambino playing from his playlist.

“Great music taste” you complement trying to change the topic.

“Mmm thanks, I take pride in it.” He hummed “you listen to childish gambino?”

“Um the one and only Troy Barnes ? Yes I do girl” you giggle.

“I love the community, it’s so good. I haven’t done my annual rewatch yet.” He said taking a quick glance at you before focusing on the road again.

“Omg me too. Although I can never get myself to finish season 6 because it’s just boring without Donald glover and the problematic old man.” You say looking out the window watching the sun set.

“You have to come over and watch it soon. We can have a little watch party” Rafe offers as he pulls into your neighborhood.

“Yeah I’ll like that.” You say locking eyes with eachother.

Soon he parks into your driveway. You began unbuckling before he speaks up.

“So you’re down to come over one day? Netflix and chill or what not.” He laughs with blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Yeah it’s a date” you say with blush now matching you both.

“Hey I wanna thank you again. I genuinely don’t know what I would’ve done without my knight in shiny golf club” you joked

“Don’t sweat it, besides I’m glad you’re okay y/n .” He said nudging your shoulder as you let go of the seat belt.

“So are you gonna give me your number or…” you joked.

“Oh yeah yeah my bad. Here type yours in” he said handing you his phone.

As you enter it you hand it back.

“What emoji you want by your name ?” he ask trying hard not to have you go.

“A princess would be nice ‘cause you were my prince today.” You give a dopey smile to him.

“Perfect.” He said entering it in before turning his phone off.

The car is filled with silence with his music barely being able to fill your ears.

He looks at your eyes before going down to your lips, you also doing the same.

Next thing you know they’re a warm touch on your lips. And your hands are tangled in Rafes hair.

You break the almost minute long kiss, you have to enter your house at some point.

“Thank you Rafe.” You said before your open the door.

“No thank you y/n. I’ll text you when I get home” he said as you shut the door.

He watched you enter your home before driving off home.

You run into your parents on the couch.

“What are you doing home, I thought you didn’t get off till 7?” Your mom ask

“They let me off early ” you say as your enter your room.

You lay in bed thinking about the eventful night.

Screw the bald man, you just made out with Rafe fucking Cameron.

— end of flashback—

Ever since that day you have been so grateful for Rafe. Even though you guys aren’t exclusive you both knew better not to touch another breathing thing.

He was a sweetheart, to you at least. He always payed for the food, little (big) gifts here and there, sleep overs ever weekend, driving you to world, picking you up from work, hanging out after work.

You two were inseparable.

It was fun behind doors, but the second you were with the rest of the pouges you were nothing more.

Him and his on going “war” with John b and jayj for no reason other then social class. He would call the others out with names and insults laced with venom but never said a thing to you. He couldn't even find the words.

One time he called jayj white trash and made fun of John b for having a dead dad, them literally millimeters away from a fight before you called him out for being obsessed with them, throwing in a gay joke.

He looked at you with soft eyes before throwing a small insult to throw the rest off.

“Okay princess, go make tips with your boobs.” he said leaving everyone confused for the “insult” he threw at you.

And with that he left without a fight.

“Okay so I get called a slut and you get called out for boobs?” kie said offended watching the boy walk away.

“I mean she does have nice boobs…” jayj whispered before Pope smacking the back of his head.

You giggled at the old memory,

But the feeling of guilt washes over you.

Rafe and his buddies always messing with the pouges, you’re bestfriend. The name calling with bruises and vandalism to prove it.

Where does your loyalty lie?

Rafe perks up with the sound of your giggles

“Okay are your giggling at her being crush by glass walls right now?” he asks

“No no it's something else.” you say looking off to the side.

“Actually pause the movie, I wanna talk about something” you say as he grabs the remote.

“Uh okay, so what's up.” he ask with thoughtful eyes.

“So I know we've been sneaking around for a while now-”

“Well I wouldn't call it sneaking around, you've met my parents and vise versa” he said with a nervous laugh

“Yeah i guess but our friends Rafe. If mine find out about us I don't know what they would do”

“Why do you care what they think?” he ask

“Cause you just ruined Kies car…”

“Well she deserved it”

“What did she even do?? We were just having pizza for crying out loud.”

“Oh didnt know jj was pizza…” Rafe mumbled under his breath.

“Oh so this is about jj.”

“I’m just saying if he wasn’t all up on your the night wouldn’t have ended like this!”

“First of all, nothing happend, second of all if it was jjs fault why did you destroy Kiara’s car!”

“Like she couldn’t get it fix, she a kook too you know!”

“You slashed her ties Rafe! Money or not that’s still a despicable thing to do?? She’s completely innocent and she’s never did a thing to you yet your terrorize her? How would she ever react if I tell her? ‘Oh you're fucking y/n? Okay that's fine u forgive you for the slut shaming and destroying my car yay!!’ is that what you think she'll do?” you argue.

“Well if they're the real friend you claim they are they wouldn't care! They'll be happy ur happy!!” he said back

“And Jj? The bruises he has on his back won't disappear the moment you come out hand in hand with me.” you say

“Why who you care what jj would think huh? I see you guys all up on eachother especially after today. What do you think that makes me feel? Seeing you all touchy touchy right in front of my eyes knowing I can’t do a thing about it!” He

“He wiped fucking sauce of my face Rafe.” You say

“I see the way he looks at you! He’s totally into you he’s like a 12 year old, practically drooling over you! Every time I come around you guys he steps in front of you, guarding you from me always with some time of body part on you. Every time I look back after I leave he’s giving you hugs or some bull shit.”

“Is this really about jj Rafe? He’s my bestfriend, brother even! We grew up together and hes seen and been physical with you of course he’s gonna get protective!” you say ruffling your hair

“Rafe are you jealous of him?”

“What? No, no he’s a pouge, he has nothing against me. I-I can practically buy him if I wanted too.” He said

“Screw them you're happy with me alright?” he said trying to change the subject.

“Rafe we aren't even-” you didn't even know what to say. Together? He sure acts like you can't sit by a guy especially at a party.

“What y/n? Official? Dating? Cause these past 3 months have been nothing but perfect for me!” Rafe said trying to make you feel bad.

“Thats the thing Rafe! I wake up in your bed then end the night talking shit with the pouges! Thats not normal, healthy! It's far from perfect can't you see that?” tears began to well up in both of your eyes. “You can't even call me your girlfriend.”

“We can never have a sweet date that doesn’t involve me ducking under a table or you hiding in the bathroom Rafe. We always have to have a small dinner or another movie marathon at Tammy hill, I just want at least a peaceful day at the park or the board walk.” you cry.

“Belive me y/n i want too, do you know how many girls never make it to tannyhill? Only the back seat or a trashy motel room.” he said

“Oh thanks for that image-” you say as your getting up from the bean bag

“Y/n stops that's not what I'm trying to say.” He huffs trying to collect his tears, grabbing your hands into his.

“The moment I first saw you, you were surfing with jj. It pissed me off that you were with him out of all people. but then my eyes landed back on you and all that anger went away. I wish I could explain it, how I feel. You're the only person I find tolerable in this world. When we first officially met on the golf course, the circumstances obviously could've been better” he said with a small laugh

“But you and me sitting in my truck, driving you home felt so, normal. Like it was meant to be. It felt like I've done it a million times even though I was so nervous. If you get what I'm trying to say y/n is that I like you. I want you in my life, as a friend, girlfriend or even the Bev cart girl. But I really hope you take the girlfriend title”

“Rafe….”

“Y/n these 3 months have meant everything to me and I hope for many more. Y/n will you be my girlfriend?

“But the pouges-”

“Screw them, this is about you and me princess” he said looking for something in your eyes.

And it was lust.

You smash your lips onto his, hands tangled into each other hair.

Rafe pulls you onto his lap letting his hands roam all over your body, slowly trying to get your shirt off.

As you began shifting on his lap to tease the poor kook, he starts sliding his hands underneath your shit cupping your breast.

“Let’s take this upstairs yeah?” Rafe offers in between kisses.

“Aren’t your parents up there.” You mumble with your lips still on his.

“Guess we just have to be quiet huh princess?” He says cupping your face, soon getting up.

As you guys walk out the screening room he picks you up bridal style causing fit of giggles.

Finally in his room he puts you on his bed towering over you once again starting a make out sesh.

—flashback—

Rafe and you were on the beach, walking along the sunset after you first date.

You guys went to an arcade in on the mainland so none one can spot you guys.

The date was fun, you never knew this side of Rafe or Rafe in general. The Rafe who let you win in air hockey, who helped you make baskets in basketball, the Rafe would spent all of his tickets on a stuff animal for you.

Everything the pouges describing him to be was far from this Rafe.

Did they have the right to say all those nasty things about him? Yes 100% but you never had it happen to you. The worst thing he’s ever done to you before this whole relationship happened was dirty looks, he never once said or did anything bad to you.

In a way you felt terrible, you were betraying your bestfriends. Yes you felt guilty, but boy were you in love. You hate to admit it, being in love let alone being in love with Rafe Cameron.

One kiss and you instantly metled.

The first being shared in the beach, where you and Rafe went after the ferry ride back.

It was a beautiful May sunset, the weather was finally warm enough for shorts on the beach. Obx winters felt way longer than anywhere els.

You were walking hand in hand with the stuffy you got. Rafe was sharing small stories of from his childhood.

“And so when Rose came out the bathroom she had hot pink hair and very orange skin! She looked like one of those troll dolls from the 90s.” He said laughing.

You guys then sat in a rock, in the between the long grass and daisys sprouted around.

“I remember this one time I manage to actually pull of a prank on jj” you laughs to yourself recalling the memories, Rafe tensing at the boys name but you never noticed.

“I blew up a shit ton of ballon’s and cut open a mattress and replace the insides with ballon’s and I also did it too his pillow. So I know jj jumps onto the bed everytime so the night when he went to sleep I was in the living room and we all heard the big pops and a uncanny high pitched scream from jj.” You say completely losing it.

“Oh so you’re one tough cookie huh?” He said playfuly while you trying to collecting yourself.

“Honestly I didn’t think it would work” you say looking at him.

You guys sat on the rock, waves crashing and the sunset creating the perfect warm atmosphere.

Rafe look down to your lips, you looking at his. His eyes looked into yours asking for permission without saying a word, you nodded and he started to move in closer.

You connected your lips with his.

The kiss sent electric waves downs your spine. Nothing els really matter, everything that once clouded your mind just melted away as you melted into him.

The taste of mint and lemonade.

The kiss was semi short, you both didn’t wanna part but the look in yours eyes made it seem worth it. Rafe swore he could’ve seen stars in yours eyes.

That was the first kiss of many.

Who knew mint could be such a sweet flavor.

— end of flashback—

You’re clothes are fully off, Rafes on top sliding two fingers in and out of you

“Taking my fingers so good Baby” he teased.

His favorite thing has to be fingering because he can’t get over how pathetic it is that you are clenching over practically nothing.

“More Rafe” you can barely get out. now with 4 fingers in.

Rafes pumping back and forth, lips on your breast sending chills down your spine.

As you get tighter and tighter Rafe takes note that you’re about to finish so he picks up his face and tugging on your nips to get you there quicker.

You let out whimpers trying to hold in your moans.

“Such a good girl.”

As you finally reach the first orgasam for the night you quickly grab Rafes free hand covering your mouth muffling the moan.

“Fuck Rafe” you say as he flips you guys over with you now on top.

You send trails of kissing down his body, grabbing his hard dick sliding your fingers over the tip.

“I’ll never get over how pretty you look like this” you say as you staring going up and down his dick looking him in the eye.

“You should see my angle babe” he soft chuckles, buckling his hips.

“Needy” you say putting the lip in your mouth.

You’re head going up and down, trying to take his length in one hole. Reaching the tip you swirling your tounge on it looking up up Rafe that has a smirk on it watching you.

Your hands cupping his balls as Rafe throws his head back.

“Mhmmm fuck y/n” Rafe placing a hand on top of your head slowing pushing down.

“I wanna hear you.” He said as your start gagging.

Deep and deeper you get him both turning you on even more.

You press your legs together as his breathing starts getting more intense.

Before Rafe can finish he pulls you off, yanking you on him before putting it in.

“Remember not too lound princess.” He starts lowering you into his cock. The tip so red its pulsing.

You start to slide down his dick, your body feeling like it’s the first time again.

The way he stretches you out making your brain go numb.

“Oh fuck-” you say as your barely on it.

“Come on princess you can take it, you’ve done it before” he said as he guides your hips.

You moan as you completely take him in. Your hips connect to his, you take a minute to let your body adjust.

Soon your start moving up and down

The feeling of your tight pussy making Rafes mind go haywire.

The slow pace wasn’t enough so Rafe starts bucking his hips into you trying to make you go faster and taking note you did.

Rafe watched as your tits bounced, his hand reaching for your nipples as he begins to twist them.

Your moans being made into whimpers

The feeling of Rafe pelvis hitting your clit makes you go faster, the way his tips perfectly hitting your g spot.

But his length makes is tiring.

“Rafe help.” You pled.

Rafe lifs you up by your waist as he begins pounding you himself.

“Love it when I fuck you huh baby?” He says as he pounds you.

You’re knees began to weak as the familiar sensation that overtakes your body.

The way Rafe easily slides in and out, him being inside you feeling so normal. Like his dick was meant for you. Always surprised how it’s able to fit.

As you grab one of his pillows to drown out the moan messing he’s leaving you in, the tighter you get the more fast he is.

“Rafe..” you gulp as your legs shake.

“I know baby, cum with him.” He grunts.

You free a hand and begging rubbing your clit in fast circular motions, throwing the pillow to the side.

You bit on your lips to hold in the moans so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if they were gonna be bruised later.

Soon enough you reach your climax, legs shaking and giving up on as aquejen on Rafe as he shoots his load in you.

Both in sweaty and hot you fall into him.

Nothing if your body’s conlasping on the king size matress bento you.

You roll off of him trying to catch your breath, with him doing the same with grunts in the middle.

You look at him admiring the high he gave you before he also turns to look at you.

You let out a little giggle before he pulls you in laying together.

“Are you still jealous of jj now?.”

“Oh shut it.”

-time skip-

You wake up in the king size bed if Rafe, the sheets smelling like him.

As you turn to reach for the boy you're met with nothing.

You began to grab your phone, as you reach for it there's a note

Ran out for breakfast princess, your clothes are in the dresser.

You turn to look around a spot a brand new dresser you've never seen before. How the hell did you miss that.

Hope you like it, it has a built in jewelry storage :)

Damn you Rafe. Time like these you wished your friends saw.

You get up and throw a shirt on that you found on the floor.

You open up the drawers you see he organizated it himself. On the top is your undergarments, then tops, bottoms and PJs (the clothes you took from him)

You grab a pair of clothes which included a new Victoria secret set and head to take a shower.

As you stand under the waterfall showerhead, you can't help but what your friends are doing right now.

You grab the Redken shampoo Rafe bought and lather your hair. The only way you could afford it is if you bought it at tj maxx.

Soon you're out, you change and as you began brushing your teeth you get a text.

Rafe 🕶️: Hey just ran into Jj

Rafe 🕶️ : I think we should wait a little longer to break the news

You sigh.

You: Rafe what did you do.

Rafe 🕶️: lets just say he needs to think before he makes a comment on my girl.

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ──

I literally hate writing smut 👎

Sorry for the long awaited pt2

Please ignore any typos 💁

[jeonginsleftcheek]

The sun to me

Chapter VIII. Reminisce.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

word count: 1.6k

chapter summary: the dark clouds gather up a storm, but there is always a silver lining to things.

warnings: hyunjin gets slapped by his mother, swearing, a few sad moments

~ Masterlist for the series

~ next part

🌼 Daisy - family, innocence, childhood

Hyunjin stands next to his mother, as she sits in front of the easel, her bony and delicate hands holding the paintbrush firmly but sliding over the blank canvas so gently.

There is a dance in her movements, a feeling, a significant flick of the wrist, a heartbeat.

Hyunjin sees it and feels it, even if he's still young and even if he can't compare his little scribbles to the greatness her mind produces and pours out onto the paper.

She doesn't pay much attention to him, like she never does while she paints in a trance, her hand working automatically to create a beautiful city scape.

Only when she finishes, she turns to look at her son, who's now sitting on his little chair and staring up at her in wonder.

The sparkle that was glowing in her eyes while painting disappears as soon as she looks at him.

"You'll learn by doing, not by looking, Hyunjin."- she says coldly, his name sounds like a curse from her poisoned lips.

And he painted, practiced for hours, days, weeks, years.

"Not good enough!"- his mother would scream at him over and over again, destroying whatever confidence he had in his abilities and whatever love had blossomed for the paintings he created.

Hyunjin had to be perfect, every movement needed to be calculated, every brush stroke purposeful, every color meaningful.

And even if it was perfect in his mother's eyes, which was rare and only happened after he had painted the same thing for the 100th time in the same night, he never got her approval, never got her love, never got a warm compliment.

"Finally! Do I always have to squeeze it out of you? Why don't you try harder next time and we won't be sitting here all night... Do you even want to go to the academy?"

"I do, I do."- Hyunjin nods quickly, his back straight and his fists curled in his lap.

"Then prove it, Hyunjin."

When his mother wasn't home, he would tiptoe to her studio and steal one of her canvases, taking it up to his room.

With curses on his lips, he would destroy the canvas, painting with no precision, not caring which colors go together, mixing everything and anything, only to rip it out later with warm tears pouring out his eyes.

She would yell at him not to touch her things, having a breakdown of her own. She never hit him except once, right before he finished high school and was about to attend the academy. He'd had enough of her insults and talked back, with venom laced in his words just like she had always spoke to him.

"Hah!"- his mother cackled as she stood next to him. "That's worse than a child's painting. You think you're worthy of the academy, worthy of being my son? You're gonna tarnish my name with your shit."- she spat.

Hyunjin felt rage boil inside him, years of the hurt that was aflame inside him was bursting through his veins, traveling to his fast-beating heart and manifesting itself into his shaking clenched fists.

"Fuck you."- is what he spat as he turned to look at her in the eye.

"What?"- she looked flabbergasted for a moment.

"Fuck. You."- Hyunjin repeated with a sick smile spreading on his face, enjoying the way her eyes widened and her mouth fell agape.

Her hand moved on it's own and collided with his cheek hard, reverberating in the big studio, redness instantly spreading on his skin as his flesh throbbed in pain.

"Talk to me like that again and I'll make sure you never paint again, you ungrateful little bastard."- she turned and left him alone, somehow he felt even worse now than before he dared to talk back to her.

Hyunjin sits in his room in Isaac's house, the window open wide as he looks at the colorful view before him.

The breeze that's picking up feels like a gentle caress of a lover, the sea waves dancing to it's quiet song are slow and calming, but the storm that was brewing far away is closer now.

Even if the sun is still shining, Hyunjin can see the dark clouds gathering in the distance, bringing in a wild storm that will soon rain down on the little island.

As he takes a deep breath in, the smell of rain is in the air, bringing a fresh feeling into his lungs.

His hands clutch his phone.

He thinks. And thinks. And looks at the clouds.

Hyunjin gets up abruptly, long, hurried strides taking him down to the pier.

The wind is picking up, the waves are now wilder and higher as he waits for his phone to turn on.

As soon as the screen lights up, a thousand messages and missed calls flood in, almost all of them from Charlie.

Hyunjin hovers over his manager's contact name, his finger twitching for a second.

"Hyunjin?! Hyunjin, what the hell?!"- Charlie screams into his ear, picking the call up in the same milisecond that Hyunjin clicked his name in.

"Where the hell are you?! Do you know how worried I was? I thought you were dead somewhere!"- Charlie keeps yelling, Hyunjin didn't expect this reaction from his manager.

"Ugh, I told you I needed to disappear for a while."

"Okay, but your phone was turned off the whole time! You could've at least texted me. Do you know how much trouble I could get in with you disappearing like this? People are asking things. And your last exhibition is almost completely sold out."- of course, that's what this is about.

It's about his work, not his well-being but what else could he expect?

"What do you want me to do about it?"- Hyunjin says with an indifferent undertone in his voice.

"I want you to come back with new paintings, that's what."- Charlie says with resolve.

"I can't go back yet."

"You can't? You can't come back yet?"- Charlie lets out an incredulous chuckle.

"Nope. I still have some-"

"Hyunjin, I don't care what, why or how but I need you to come back right now or I will find you and come get you myself."

Something capricious wakes up inside him and he realizes that his phone can be gps tracked so he just hangs up on Charlie, probably making him impossibly angry before he just turns off his phone again.

"Fuck you."- he smirks at his phone, the wind is wild around him, lifting up the big waves and crashing them onto the pier, a few drops of the salty water wetting Hyunjin's clothes.

He looks at the black clouds gathering closer and closer. He feels free in that moment, free of the restraints that have held him tied up for long. He knows there will be consequences to deal with later, but in this moment all Hyunjin cares about is seeing you, the woman he loves.

The cool air kisses your exposed skin as you stretch in your bed. It's Saturday and your shop is closed, leaving you with two free days that you hope to spend with Hyunjin.

You thought about maybe visiting him at Isaac's house since you haven't gone up there in some time so it would be nice to see Isaac as well.

You sit up and notice that the wind is picking up outside, playing with the curtains adorning your opened window.

You stand up and make your way to the window, taking a deep breath in, the fresh air waking you up instantly.

You can see the black storm clouds rolling from the distant sky and you smile to yourself. You've always loved thunderstorms and your garden was well guarded, enough to not get destroyed during storms but also somehow getting rain.

Your mother took care of it all, when it came to her flowers she cared about every little detail, while you were mostly left to your own devices.

Healing your own wounds, giving yourself words of encouragement, fixing your mistakes all by yourself.

It was a hard path to beat but it made you resilient and independent, and even though you blamed your mother for your inability to be vunerable, you were also somehow grateful to her.

You didn't need to depend on anyone, but every now and then you needed someone to lean on to.

Sometimes, you'd wished you had someone to hold you tightly and just tell you that everything is going to be okay.

And now after you've met Hyunjin, you'd wished that someone was him.

After your morning routine, you decided to visit your mother's grave.

It was a brisk ten minute walk in the crisp air and as her name came into view on the cold stone, you slowed down, the little bouquet you'd made for her placed down next to the withered one that you brought last time you were here.

You cleaned up a little and leaned your knees on the cold, hard stone.

With all the flowers she'd known and grown, her favorites were always daisies and that's what you brought to her every single month.

Your lips parted to speak.

"I met someone. I'm scared because I think I love him. What should I do?"- your voice is gentle and breaking in the middle of the sentence, tears gathering in your eyes.

But you're met with nothing but silence, just like you'd be if she was sitting next to you.

Letting yourself cry for a moment, your thoughts swirl. You can't let Hyunjin leave just like that.

You can't let him go, even though he's not yours.

You feel it in every fiber of your being, like every single cell that makes you up is begging for him, you need him like you need air to breathe.

The fear fuels you as you stand up with only one goal in mind.

To see Hyunjin, the man you love.

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[soulofapatrick]

Bleeding Hearts - Jasper Hale x Reader

Summary: Jasper finds you on the floor crying and bleeding and patches you up which leads to feelings being admitted

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: blood; cut otherwise fluff and a little angst

Notes: DW I’m still gonna be writing TLOU stories too

Y/N’s POV

I didn’t wanna go back to mine, the place feeling to cramped and closed off which I know would add to all the pent up frustration I’m currently feeling. It’s why I’ve ended up at the Cullen’s house, needing to be somewhere no one will judge me and hey maybe Jasper can use if freaky emotional control on me so I can stop feeling like I want to slam someones head into a table or scream. This week has been non-stop and I just need a fucking break, shoulders tense and heart racing as I let myself in, knowing they’ve got the fridge stocked for me to help myself to anything I want. 

I drop my rucksack with a hard thump, kicking my shoes off and throwing my jacket in the general direction of my bag before heading towards the fridge. I’m moving around the kitchen island too quickly as I feel my elbow connect with the  beautiful glass jar there and just watch it go crashing to the ground, realising a few expletives, “Ahhh! Fucking shitting fuck!” 

The sound of shattering glass grates against my ears as my frustration is turning into overstimulation, the frustration reaching a breaking point that I can’t deal with it anymore. The tears are welling up in my eyes as I sink to my knees to clean up the mess before any of the Cullens get home and see me in this state. It’s like I’m fighting a losing battle and everything is just falling apart around me, the frustration is just so overwhelming and I’m struggling to stop the tears as they stream down my cheeks rather embarrassingly. The Cullens don’t like to leave me home alone after what happened to Bella and Laurent when Bella was human. 

“Y/N?” My head flies up at the sound of a familiar southern drawl to see Jasper standing in the doorway. His usually golden eyes are a bright, almost glowing shade of red and his gaze is intense as they focus on my hands while his jaw pops audibly as if he’s trying to restrain himself. My hands are bleeding, the pain only registering with me as I see the fresh blood dripping down my palms and onto the floors, adding to the mess I’ve made with the jar. The frustration turns into hopelessness as I can’t even clean up without causing more problems, the world conspiring against me and hey, maybe Jasper could lose control and kill me. It’d be the least of my problems at the moment, “Leave the glass, I’ll clear it up. Let’s get you bandaged up.”

The honey blond vampire is swallowing thickly, as if swallowing his urge to give into the bloodlust, before he’s approaching me. He crosses the room in a few quick, human paced, steps to lean down and help me to my feet with his icy hand on my forearm. He’s leading me upstairs and down the very familiar hallway, past my room to the room at the end which is his. I don’t think I’ve actually been in his room in the year I’ve been friends with the Cullens. 

The walls are a soft grey colour, making me think back to him and Emmett running upstairs one day with cans of grey paint a few months into me knowing them all, and there’s a few painting on the walls. There’s photos around the room from different centuries he’s lived through. If I was in a better mood I think I would have laughed at it and teased him as it’s such an odd sense of humour and I like it. He also has a bed which surprises me as they’ve vampires, they don’t sleep. It’s large and comfortable with high quality linens and pillows, a cozy blanket draped at the foot of the bed and a few fuzzy pillows. He’s pushing me onto the bed, making me sit on the edge while he disappears to do whatever, I don’t mind as it gives me time to really take in every detail of his room. 

There’s a vintage dresser, looking like it has been carefully maintained and it just makes me think about how weird it must be to watch the world you were born into develop and change while you… you stay the same. It must be so scary and lonely, watching everything you knew change with only you knowing what it once was. 

Jasper’s returning, med kit in hand and I can feel my heart rate embarrassingly begin to race at the sight of him and I know he hears it as he’s got a small smile on his lips. He doesn’t say a word though, sitting next to me and raising an eyebrow as if to tell me to hold my hands out. I do just that, marvelling at how gentle and careful his touch is. His hands are cold and smooth against mine, the contract between us noticeable and somewhat soothing. 

Despite the stinging pain of the cuts the sensations of his touch is almost comforting and if find myself relaxing under his care. I can feel his fingers brushing against mine and there’s an undertone to intimacy in the way he tends to me. His touch almost hypnotic that I get lost in it, the tension almost palpable and I know he definitely feels it as he’s able to read emotions. I should be embarrassed about Jasper always being able to know exactly how I feel but right now I couldn’t care less because even without vampire abilities I can tell it’s reciprocated and the moment is a gentle one, just between us. 

He’s breaking the tension, southern drawl filled with heat and concern, “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s got you all worked up?” His eyes are fixed on mine, the red having disappeared so they’re that breathtaking golden colour again, like the colour of a sunset on a hot day. The concern in his tone is genuine and I think my heart jumps into my throat when he leans closer to me. 

“I-I really don’t know.” I reply softly, feeling stupid that I got so worked up over something that I don’t even know what it was. He’s leaning even closer, icy hands sliding up my shoulders around my shoulders as he pulls me into a hug that draws a sound of surprise from me. His embrace is warm and full of comfort despite how naturally icy cold his body is as it’s pressed to mine. The scent of the vanilla shampoo he uses on his wavy blond hair and the rich and musky scent that is just Jasper, makes me almost dizzy. 

Being so close to a vampire like this I feel completely safe and secure. His nose is buried in the crook of my neck and his cool breath against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Vampires have no need to breath but it just seems a force of habit for the Cullens as they’ve integrated themselves into mortal society. I know how hard this must be for him, controlling his bloodlust being so close to my jugular but I don’t feel scared in any way. The moment feels intimate and special, feeling an embarrassing surge of romantic attraction towards him as I want to stay in his arms forever. 

The small smile I feel against my neck lets me know he can sense my emotions and a gasp is ripped from my throat when those cold lips press to my neck before he’s pulling back. Those golden eyes have darkened a little, full of unmistakable desire and passion. My heart is trying to break through my ribcage when he moves his hands to my cheeks, pulling me forwards until those same lips are soft against mine. I’m caught off guard as I never though Jasper would actually make a move, given his reputation for not being able to control his lust of human blood yet, making the kiss somewhat overwhelming. 

The kiss is oh so gentle and calculated as if he’s holding back so he doesn’t hurt me, thumbs stroking my cheeks softly as my own fly to his chest, feeling the coolness of his skin and the hard muscles beneath his shirt. My whole body feels electrified, tingling with anticipation and a satisfaction that I’ve not felt kissing other boys. His lips are surprisingly soft and cool against mine, mouth opening slightly so he can slide his tongue over my bottom lip. I’m parting them for him, our tongues meeting and the passion intensifying in a flood of warmth and I’m sure if Jasper knows he’s using his powers or not as we lose ourselves in the moment. 

Hands move from my cheeks, one to grip my waist almost painfully and the other tangling in my hair as he tilts my head back to deepen the kiss even more. I’m pressing against his chest lightly and he loosens his grip on my hair so I pull back enough to gasp for air and he’s chuckles low and rich, southern drawl strong and going straight between my legs, “Sorry doll, I forgot you need to breathe.” 

“Jasper.” His name slips from my lips in a whine and his eyes darken even more, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He’s yanking me forwards again, lips crushing against mine and I’m melting into his embrace as I can feel how careful he��s being with me despite how much sexual tension and want there is between us. He’s shifting his body over me, the hands in my hair and on my back are laying me down. 

My body feels so alive with the comfortable weight of him above me as he moves his lips down my neck and sucking gentle hickeys into the skin. His lips trailing down my neck is a new sensation that has my hips raising and searching for some form of friction, drawing a low sound from him. It’s amazing, being able to finally express all these feelings I’ve had kept hidden for so long, letting his feel the love and want for him. My fingers running through his surprisingly soft hair, pulling him closer to me, wanting Jasper to be the only thing on my mind. 

Suddenly, a low sound escapes my lips and Jasper’s replying with a small laugh as his hand in my hair moves to cover my mouth as he whispers, “They’re back darlin’.” 

“Jazz,” I can’t stop the whine as he breaks away from me, letting me catch my breath and regain my composure before we go down and greet the rest of the Cullens. I feel so empty and longing and I don’t care if everyone hears with their vampire hearing when I grip the front of Jasper’s shirt and yank. It catches him off guard, a surprised sound rumbling in his throat as he tumbles on top of me again, arms catching himself before he hurts me, “Jazz.” 

“I know sweet girl, I know,” He coos softly, fingers brushing the stray strands away from my face, his gaze so loving it steals the air from my lungs and I’m flushing hot, “Come on, we gotta go talk to them.” 

“They can hear us.” I protest quietly and he’s chuckling fondly again, head falling to my shoulder. 

“There is glass and blood on the floor.” Jasper reminds me and I groan in protest but let him move away, watching him as he’s now standing beside the bed. His tall and lean figure towering over me and I should be scared but all I feel content. He runs a hand through his tousled blond hair, causing it to fall into a charmingly disheveled way across his forehead. His golden eyes are filled with tenderness and concern as he gazes down at me, taking in my flushed and flustered appearance, chiseled jaw set in a determined expression, as if he's ready to protect me from anything that might cause me harm. Despite his vampire nature, there is an undeniable warmth and humanity in his features that make you feel safe and loved.

He reaches down and helps me to my feet, placing a soft kiss to my forehead before holding my face in his hands and looking me in the eyes promising me he will always look out for me no matter what. A sense of comfort washes over me as he wraps me in a strong embrace that has me knows he means every single word and no matter what any of his family says he will always stay by my side. 

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #12 (Reno x Reader)

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-Defining Reno in two words: Chaos. Gremlin. He's cute, but crazy. If you are an introvert, dig yourself a hole and jump in it now. Reno is that extroverted friend we all have that drags us out to do unnecessary shit even in the middle of the night.

-This man legit shows up at your front doorstep at 3:00 A.M. with a bottle of wine and a Walmart bag full of those Great Value "Frosted creme sandwich cookies" that are obviously knock-off Oreos, declaring "Babe, we're gonna re-invent the cookie industry! Let's make Winey-O's!" "Reno, for God's sake, it's 3 in the morning!"

-Comes up with ridiculous projects to do with you, each one getting weirder and weirder as the days go by. It started with something simple and innocent such as making homemade slime out of butter or the fluffy bits inside diapers, and soon evolved into really weird shit such as using glow-in-the-dark paint to redecorate your toilet. Life with Reno is crazy.

-Regardless of whether you guys live together or not, Reno wakes you up at 5:00 A.M. every day, no matter how late you guys stayed up last night trying to put glitter on the sides of your TV. He'll either jump on you and bounce up and down like a kid on Christmas or call you and sing scream a really off-key rendition of "I Will Always Love you" once it goes to voicemail. The sound of it is terrifying--never ceases to jolt you out of bed.

-Loves to run up and tackle you to the ground before pinning you there and peppering your face with kisses akin to the way a dog licks it's owner's face.

-He misses you so, so, so, so much when he has to go away for Turk work, but when he finally comes home, he will literally run into your arms screaming "IT'S MY BAAAAAAAAAAAABIEEEEEEE" And then proceed to sob about how much he missed you until your clothes are wet with his tears.

-This dude can't cook. At all. If you leave him alone with food in the kitchen for 5 minutes, when you come back, the stove will be on fire, your frying pan will be lodged in the ceiling, several knives will be stuck to the fridge, salt, sugar, and spices will be everywhere, and Reno'll just be chilling in the corner, whistling while trying to chop a carrot with a mangled spoon.

-When he's not burning down your kitchen, he'll be lounging in the living room trying to find a Netflix series to watch. Eventually you wander in and the two of you sit down to a nice movie. His favorite genres are comedy and romance (partially because then he can "re-enact" the scenes), but he'll watch just about anything as long as you like it.

-Loves to get all snuggled up during your movie nights, especially by lying in your lap and having you play with his hair. He likes it so much because it acts like white noise and gives him something to focus on so he can fall asleep.

-Always falls asleep in your lap, and looks so cute, too. Gone is the mischievous smirk; the troublemaking gleam in his eyes, replaced by a precious, serene look of utter peace that is reflected by his smushed up cheeks.

Just like this. Adorable.

[sturnslutz]

i fucking hate you.

it was never supposed to be like this.

its always been you and the triplets. but, the one thing everyone knew, was that you and matt hated each other. and that was never going to fucking change. rude words getting thrown back and forth, screaming, crying, you name it. it's happened between matt and you. (besides the crying part. that only happens when you're alone.)

nick was your best friend since 7th grade when you accidentally spilled the pink paint all over his shirt in art, and he laughed it off. after that day, you guys were best friends. soon after, he introduced you to his brothers, chris and matt. chris and you got along very quickly as he was super extroverted and so were you. you guys were basically the same person.

with matt, it was the opposite. unfortunately, the first day you actually met him and chris was at their house and you (coincidently) spilled your water all over him. he didn't take it like nick did, no. he knew he was going to fucking hate you.

since that day, even while you're a freshman in college, its been non stop arguing.

the triplets' career quickly boomed for them their senior year and their fans knew you as the occasional guest for the video. so, after you all graduated, you already had plans of attending boston college while they had none.

sooner or later, they moved to la, and nick and chris promised to stay close to you. matt on the other hand... not so much. in your eyes, he didnt fucking care one bit, which was also what he tried convincing himself. your last day together was one like any other. a final argument before they finally let. but, it ended in matt saying "i fucking hate you." before leaving and slamming the door on his way out.

thats what you guys left on for 9 months. sure, they visited somerville at times but you were always busy with school and never could see them until you were finally on a break and nick invited you to come to la to see them.

he bought your plane ticket the next day, and you flew to la and had plans of staying for 3 days. matt was obviously informed but didn't pay much mind to it. but inside, he was reeling. almost every time nick or chris (or both of them) were on facetime with you and they were on the main floor and matt was in his room, he was jerking himself off thinking of you and your voice. but he wouldn't tell anyone that, ever.

anyways, the day of you arriving he coincidentally cleaned his entire room and made nick and chris clean theirs too, and when questioned, he quickly dismissed it as wanting it to be clean for no reason (???)

when you come, nick and chris take you out for dinner, go shopping and come home while matt has been in his room, sulking. right when the 3 of you come home and nick and chris go to their rooms to get changed, you're met with matt in the kitchen with his airpods in.

you throw your empty plastic water bottle at him, getting his attention. "what the fuck- oh. its you." "yeah, nice seeing you too, matthew. always a pleasure." he nods and sends a sarcastic smile before turning back around to the refrigerator. "we got you food." you say trying to regain his attention again. "already ate." "ain't seem like it if you're scavenging through the fucking fridge like something gonna pop up when all yall got is fucking 10,000 cases of soda."

he turns around, shutting the fridge. "you got a problem with our house?" you shake your head no as he push his food to him from across the table. "nope. just questioning the sugar intake." "its mostly chris's shit." he says responding to your remark while opening the plastic bag to see what you got for him and when he's pleased with what he sees, he nods slightly, closing the box again.

you nod and turn around, setting your bag on the couch. "you got a place to sleep tonight? i mean room wise." he says not moving from his spot in the kitchen. "um no, i was just thinking about sleeping on the couch." you say, slightly surprised you guys were speaking so calmly.

"it gets fucking freezing here at night and in nick and chris's room and mine's basically the only one with proper heating. your choice, i guess." he mutters the last part while opening the box again and grabbing a fork. "is matthew asking me to sleep in his room?" you scoff as you turn around in disbelief.

"no. its just a suggestion. fuck, you're so fucking annoying, always twistin' my words n' shit. just forget what i said, freeze your ass off." he says as he scoffs and eats his food, going on his phone in the meantime. "i mean, i get easily cold and i cant sleep well while i am. so like, can i sleep in your room?" he looks up and his eyes examine your face to determine any jokes and eventually nods.

as time passes, you and matt discuss basic rules and to not cross the pillow wall. as you're trying to head to sleep and get ready in matt's bathroom, he suddenly walks in. "what the fuck?" you says muffled as you stop mid-brushing and examine him. "spit that shit out." he says as he closes the door and leans on it, staring at you.

you brush around once more and spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth out before turning around to matt. "yes?' without another word, he swiftly leans in and kisses your lips, leaning you back in the sink behind you.

you gasp against his lips before quickly reciprocating the kiss and reaching your arms around his neck. he makes his way down to your neck as you finally come to your sense, somewhat. "matt what are you-" "just shut up." he says, once again silencing you as he kisses you again. "needed- this- so- fucking bad." he says through kisses and your tongues intertwine.

he eventually pulls away, his forehead leaning on yours as his hands are at your sides, gripping the sink, his knuckles almost turning white. his blue eyes practically stare you down as you guys stand there in silence, processing everything.

"never speak of this, yeah?" he says as he kisses you one last time before opening the door, and swiftly walking out back to his room, leaving you in the bathroom with swollen lips and a very apparent hickey you were still unaware about, and a million questions running through your mind.

@lypsiiii

[silcodependent]

Sway Chapter 12 Silco x Fem!Reader 7.9K Words - SFW (Mature)

The days passed in a hurried haze filled with rehearsals, costume fittings, prop building, and rebuilding of the Royale Sweet. It kept you moving nearly to the point of exhaustion. Finally rehearsals had moved into the club that was transforming, growing, changing and taking shape before your very eyes. So too was your show, more grand than anything you had worked on before. You could hardly believe how far you’d come from your first meeting with the band. From the first time you had moved across this stage. From the first time those eyes of fire and ice had captivated yours. 

The slam of the stage door pulled your attention back to the stage you stood on alone. You were the last here for the third night in a row. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you could hardly believe it when both the hour and minute hand stood together in solidarity over the Twelve. Midnight. Your favorite time of day, but it had snuck up on you as you busied yourself with preparations for reopening in two weeks. Tonight you felt every hour you had worked this past week. Time to go home.

Outside closing the beautiful gold filigree doors that had been installed earlier that week, your key twisted in the lock easily as you made sure it was secure. It certainly painted a pretty picture. Through these new front doors Piltover would find adventure and delight unlike anything they’d ever seen. You’d make sure of it.

A loud crash and the accompanying groan interrupted your thoughts. Turning to see the source of such commotion, you spied a pair of feet hanging out of one the gondolas meant to ferry the Pilties into the Undercity in style. That idea looked to be abandoned by the state of them now. And it definitely wasn’t a Piltie at this hour. 

The familiar sound of the groan beckoned you closer for a look.

“Nox?” You inquired from above him, watching his eyes roll in his skull until he found the source of your voice.

He was splayed out on the floor of the gondola, drunk and moaning from his most recent bout with gravity.  He had lost. From the state of things he’d been fumbling around inside this gondola for a while now, too inebriated to figure out how to make it go.

“Irene!” He exclaimed with a start before his body betrayed him and gravity took hold again.

“My angel” He slurred quietly to the floor his face was pressed to. This was the worst you’d seen him by far.

“Having a fun night?” You tried your best to suppress the laughter in your voice. Nox was sweet and he played the part of the jester well. That’s why Silco’s comment had come as such a surprise. What did he see in him that you didn’t? Surely he was wrong--

“A PRODUCTIVE night!” Nox nearly shouted from the dirty diamond plate floor.

“So productive you can’t find your way home?”

Nox didn’t bother answering your question, if he even heard it at all. Instead he muttered to himself as you pulled his feet inside the carriage and closed the door after you. You couldn’t leave him here like this. You at least had to get him to the Undercity Proper where his brothers could find him. They were no doubt already looking. Stepping over Nox, you heaved a sigh and the grubby metal lever that caused the gondola to lurch to life to the sound of metallic screams.

Nox stirred at the sound, pulling himself into a sitting position with tremendous effort. His head lolled back on the seat behind him as he peered at you from beneath sagging eyelids.

“Thanks toots, knew you were sweet on me.” His slurring gave way to a snaggle toothed smile, one that couldn’t help but warm your heart. A glint of gold caught your eye from the right side of his mouth. A gold tooth--no a fang. Well that was certainly new. New and expensive.

“I’m worried about you. Don’t go getting any ideas.” You teased. You couldn’t help but to enjoy Nox, in spite of himself.

“No need to worry, doll. Once I get this formula right everything’s gonna change.” His voice had started to lower as though he was fighting back sleep. The rock of the carriage was soothing as you descended from the still light of the stars on the Promenade into the humming glow of the Undercity that welcomed you. 

“What formula is that? Vodka and whatever else made it into your glass tonight?”

“I’m not drunk.” he said as he shook his head and released a loud belch, further undermining his statement.

“Of course you’re not.”

The buildings, streets, sidewalks and pathways of the Undercity were in various states of disrepair made more obvious by the close proximity of the gondola scraping by. Yet, somehow the neon lights painted them to be stately monuments protruding from the deep valleys of the mines themselves, reaching up towards the sky like twisted bones of fingers long forgotten. The desperate reach of its people.

The carriage came to a sudden halt causing you to swing back and forth uncomfortably before it slowed enough to dismount. You wretched open the gate before turning to Nox and offering your hand. He would need two and all your strength to pull him off the floor. He bumped into you harshly and the momentum knocked you both out of the gondola and on to the path, kicking dirt up in your attempt to hold him steady. Nox gave you a lazy smile that made you roll your eyes. He was slower than usual but not totally vacant. You had seen him drunk a hundred times at the club, but this felt more centered somehow.

The thought of Nox ‘centered’ caused you to snort a laugh that mostly went unnoticed. You draped his left arm over your shoulders in a sad attempt to help stabilize the both of you. However, this was not his read on the situation.

“Trying to get close, doll? You shoulda just said so.” Nox declared turning on what he believed to be smooth charm. In actuality it was little more than drunk delusion.

“How could I do that when you leave me speechless?” You weren’t sure that the feined sweetness and sarcasm could break through the muddle of his mind in this state but you didn’t have to worry about it for long. A call of Nox’s name pulled both of your attention to two figures coming over the hill ahead. With a wave of relief you realized it was Lucas and Gabe. 

“Heyyyyyy!” Nox erupted beside you so loudly you nearly dropped him.

“Nox--” Gabe sighed with exasperation before he was interrupted by his brother.

“Where the hell have you been? You left the lab a mess, a disaster-” Gabe put a hand on Lucas’ shoulder causing him to swallow his rage for the moment.

“Are you alright?” Gabe asked in a focused deliberate voice that confused you. Gabe had always looked after his brothers, took on the role of their leader and keeper but you had never heard him like this.

“I’m grand! I’ve almost cracked it! Too many downers in this batch but if I add in the stim-”

“Enough, Nox.” Gabe cut him off sternly, “Let’s get you home.”

Gabe’s eyes turned to you for the first time during this exchange and his face softened. He seemed tired, something confirmed by exasperated lines that deepened on his face as you handed a muttering Nox off to the caple hands of Lucas, who began roughly pulling him down the street. 

“I didn’t think the Princess came down this far” Lucas uttered under his breath.

“It’s cause she wants me. I told you!” Nox proclaimed proudly to the eyerolls of everyone around him. 

It was a perfect portrait of the Kane brothers. Nox causing both chaos and problems, Lucas responding with his hot temper and barely constrained rage, Gabriel exhausted by caring for both of them, attempting to rein them in while solving the next problem with a cool head. The bond of their love for eachother the only thing holding them together tightly in this unlikely menagerie.

Gabe placed a light hand on your shoulder, “Thank you for looking after him. I doubt he would have made it back this far without you.”

“Definitely not from what I saw.” You joked, causing both of you to chuckle in the quiet of the night. You didn’t know it was ever this quiet in the Undercity. A familiar comfort settled in between the two of you. He withdrew his hand a little slower, a little softer down your arm before giving you a gentle smile.

As Gabriel turned to leave, you called after him, “I was sorry that I didn’t see you at the meeting a couple weeks ago.”

This stopped him in his tracks. He paused for a moment before turning back to you, his lips in a tight line. It was painful seeing him this way.

“Irene-”

You took a step closer wanting to say something but the words never came. Just more pain and the stilted silence of truths unspoken.

“It’s nothing personal. It’s just--”

“Business.” You interrupted, finishing the phrase you knew all too well. Your eyes traced broken lines on the concrete beneath your feet as you searched for the right thing to say. This wounded you in a way you couldn’t quite understand. Perhaps you missed your front row regulars more than you realized. Perhaps you resented other people's actions and alliances destroying the relationships you’d crafted and created with each night of your time here. Both parties were guilty, but at least Silco was trying. From what you could tell, Silco might have been the only one trying.

Gabe heaved a heavy sigh, his eyes still lingering on you.

“Silco-” He started.

“It’s nothing personal.” You interrupted, frustration tickling the edge of your voice, “It’s just business.”

Your eyes met, an equal exchange of frustration and hurt in each. Gabriel silently nodded, turned and disappeared after his brothers without so much as another word.

You thought about your conversation the whole ride back to the promenade. You could have cried, if you cried. But the tears didn’t come anymore, just haunted thoughts of ‘I told you so’ and ‘you knew better’ and a weight in your chest. 

The ache lingered. This is why you had rules. No attachments.

Which made the sight at the top of the platform so bittersweet. Silco.

You’re just happy to see a friendly face, you lied to yourself.

You recomposed your features, tucking in the cracks from tonight's adventures to be dealt with when you were alone with practiced ease. When you could collapse onto your bed under the weight of all this and lick your wounds in private. Now it was time to use the mask you crafted so well.

When the carriage came to a stop you were able to see the slight smile that tugged at the corner of Silco’s lips. His regal countenance at odds with the frame of the gondola you were viewing him from. 

“Midnight ride?”

“It occurs to me that I’ve never taken the gondola into the Undercity before.”

Could Silco see the way these last couple weeks had gotten under your skin?

“And?”

“My life has been changed forever. I don’t know how I survived without it.” You wielded your hollow charm and wit in a meager effort to keep the pain at bay. 

Was it politeness or preparation that kept him from commenting on your crumbling facade? Or perhaps worst of all he was giving you exactly what you wanted, distance. The easy detachment you yearned for from cities past had abandoned you, and you found yourself craving the soothing comfort of hands that truly knew you. But the castle you’ve built inside your heart was made to keep such things away. Perhaps it had done its job too well.

You cast a fleeting glance down the ravine into the undercity as you stepped on the crunch of gravel on the promenade. Gabe’s words replayed in your mind with the familiar pangs that followed them.

“Rough night with Kanes?” 

How?

You turned to him, eyes wide. Did he see you? Such surprise could easily be an overreaction but something about the comment unsettled you. You were only able to stare back into eyes fixed and cold. Not the Silco you were used to. Your mind fumbled for words but the night had taken its toll and though your mouth opened no words came.

“No need to waste a perfectly good lie.” Silco responded to your clumsy speechlessness with an air of authority and a voice filled with soothing certainty. It felt like the stab of a needle in between your ribs.  It felt like thinly veiled spite. And after the night you’d had, it was the last thing you needed.

A harsh sardonic laugh left your lips unbidden before you heard yourself saying, “Why bother?” with a sneer that didn’t hide the vitriol he had brought out in you.

You were usually so well measured, witty, charming, smooth. In control. But tonight there was a crack in your armor that left you equally worried about what would get out as what would get in. Nothing good would come of this.

You brushed past Silco roughly but felt a strong hand catch your wrist before you had even made it two steps. Silco held fast to your arm as he swung you back toward him with enough force to knock you to the ground upon collision. But no fall came, your sharp gasp as you felt a firm hand on your lower back pressing you tightly against him and holding you in place.  

Silco’s face was as unbothered as if you were simply dancing. His eyes washed over your face taking in your alarmed expression. 

“I beg your pardon, that was unspeakably rude of me. I shouldn’t pry. May I?” He spoke low and sweetly in a voice as dark as the deepest waters. Brilliant eyes of fire and water searched your face for an answer but all you were able to manage were short shallow breaths. The press of his long fingers lightened but still held you tightly. This was the closest you’d ever been to Silco.

You should hate it. You should shove him off. Squirm out of his grip. Slap him across the face and tell him where to stick it. But you didn’t. You stayed there, in his arms in perfect stillness, trying to fight the thrill your proximity gave you, but you had so little fight left in you.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t pry.” You replied tursely, unable to meet his eyes.

“But…” You added in a voice so soft you weren’t sure if you had said the word aloud or in your mind.

“But fortunately there’s nothing to pry into.” Heat rose to your cheeks as you felt Silco’s eyes on you, staring into you. It made you flush.

Silco hummed his response, his hands lightly caressing your arm and back. It was soft, and gentle, and warm. And you were so, so tired.

“Are they hurting you?” Silco asked quietly. 

Your eyes jumped to meet his in complete surprise. The intensity you had seen there earlier had returned.

“Who? The Kane Brothers?” You asked, confusion making its way into the tone of your voice. 

Silco nodded, watching your reaction for a tell, for anything you weren’t saying. 

“No! I-I don’t even…” You couldn’t help but look away, searching the ground next to you for the answers you didn’t have.

The smell of leather tickled your nostrils and you felt a smooth gloved finger slide under your chin as Silco turned your face back to his. And you knew instantly when his eyes of fire and ice met yours that he’d found the answer you couldn’t voice. He could see you. Not just read you. It was more than that. It was entirely singular. It terrified you and captivated you. It made you melt. 

You stayed frozen in that moment for what felt like an age. But the small tug at the corners of his lips broke your concentration and you were lost to something else completely. Silco hummed his response, idly nodding his head, his hand still lingering on your jawline. 

The silence that hung in the air between you was desperate to be broken. 

“It’s beautiful at night.” You whispered softly in the small space between your faces. Silco raised a curious eyebrow at you.

“The Undercity,” You clarified, “It’s beautiful at night. I didn’t know it ever got so quiet.”

You watched the warmth in his face grow and spread. First in his eyes, then from his eyes to his lips as his small smile widened into something gentle and warm and rare.

“There’s a lot people don’t know about the Undercity” He replied. 

“Tell me about it?” You asked in earnest. The sincerity took Silco back a bit, both of his eyebrows raising at your request. He finally released you. You were immediately struck by the brisk air around you and missed…

You shook your head at the thought. The spell was broken. The pain from earlier returned but it was lighter now, more manageable. 

Manageable. You nearly laughed. Manageable trouble was now an optimistic look at whatever was between the two of you. But it didn’t escape your notice that Silco was often either the cause or the cure of most of your torment. Sometimes both. 

“Tell you? What do you want to know?” Silco looked at you quizzically but there was a small smile tucked into the corners of his lips. A smile so small it would be easy to miss it if you weren’t looking. But that was the trouble, you couldn’t stop looking. 

You held each other's gaze for a long moment, painted in the neon light from the undercity below and the white of the street lights above. Like you were standing on the edge of something big, but you could only see a few feet in front of you. You could only see each other. You could only see him.

“Walk me home.” It was both a command and a question.

His eyes evaluated you again before giving you a single nod and offering you his arm. An unnatural silence accompanied your first steps, feeling each other's presence pressing closely in on one another. You both were dancing on the precipice of an inaudible vulnerability. An understanding that could be measured in each of your breaths, in your steps, in your gait, in the way your hand twisted in his arm, in the way his muscles tensed against your fingers. The silence of yearning. The nervous quiet that signaled the beginning of something. A quiet unquiet. 

The crunch of gravel beneath your feet turned to the soft clacks of hard soled shoes on the pavement as you made your way toward your apartment.

“What’s your favorite part of the Undercity? Where’s your favorite place to go?” You resumed tenderly, turning to see his reaction as you continued on. His face was as serene as ever, even with the scars and lidless eye closest to you. He smirked in response to such a question, pulling at the scars and the skin around it.

“Those are two different questions” He responded, his eyes languidly catching yours.

“Fine. Where’s your favorite place to go?” You repeated, your smile creeping helplessly back into your voice.

Silco was quiet, so much so that you started to think that perhaps he hadn’t heard you.

“The Cannery.” He muttered, as if he had a distaste of talking about himself. 

“It used to be, anyhow. Before…” He trailed off, eyes tracing the rooftops below as you continued your walk.

“What happened to it?” you asked, breaking his reverie. His eyes snapped back to yours, appraising you again. Deciding how much of himself to share.

“It was destroyed. Blown up.” This time his eyes did not meet yours.

“That’s awful. It’s terrible to lose something you love.” Your heart seemed to break for Silco every time you learned more about him. He hummed his agreement beside you.

“I like to think that I gained more than I lost that day.” He reassured you, the orange of his affected eye swirling brighter with this comment.

“By the docks, underneath all that rumble, there’s a window that looks into the water. Hundreds of feet below the surface, you can see an entire world that no one knows is there. Life, flora and fauna, the most exquisite creatures with power and strength most humans will never understand, existing idly and almost completely unknown. It was beautiful.” Silco’s passion painted a picture that took your breath away, leaving you to wonder if it was the art or the artist that truly moved you.

“And it’s gone now?”

“Only my access to it. That world under water still exists, even when we can’t observe it. Like many worlds, it lives and thrives independently from those around it. Co-existing with us in the place we fish, and pull our boats in, and dump our toxins. ”

It was a dumb question you regretted immediately but his answer made you wonder if you were still talking about the Cannery. 

“That sounds like a metaphor.” You replied.

This made him smile.

“Clever girl.” He retorted. You couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks and you hoped the dark of night was enough to conceal it.

“You asked what my favorite part of the Undercity was. It’s Zaun.”

“Zaun?”  That was familiar. You had heard that name before, once before. Collapsing balconies and white marble stained with soot flashed before your eyes. That day in the dilapidated theatre when you first heard him speak of revolution and its cost, that’s where you heard it. 

“What you, Piltover, and the rest of the world call the ‘Undercity’. I call it the nation of Zaun. Where others see slums and crime and poverty, I see our people. A people that is strong, determined, passionate in spite of the indignities they have suffered at the hands of the ruling class who have no idea what it takes to survive outside their little bubble of protection and privilege. I see innovation in the face of hardship, challenges, and defeat. A true testament to the grit of the soul with each person you pass on the street. I see a nation of people that have thrived under adversity and would reach unforetold heights if Piltover would remove its foot from our neck. If we were free. The free nation of Zaun. Everything I do is in service of that fight. A dream I once shared with many others.” Silco slowed to look out over the neon city below, the nation he was fighting for.

In it contained multitudes you had never experienced, lives you would never know. Hardship was no stranger to you but not like this. Not like the picture he brought to life with his words that left you breathless and in awe. It was rare that you were left speechless but Silco found a way to weave his words under your skin and into your lungs, stealing away all the oxygen it found there. He had made it a habit. He made it look effortless. 

You stood there for a moment in the silence, staring down at the buildings in various states of disrepair piercing through the cloud of smog and haze set a glow from the lights below. You wondered what he saw as he gazed down at the same sight. Was it hope? Hope in a place like this?

The impossible, surviving against all odds. There was an unspeakable beauty to it all.

“A dream you once shared?” You repeated curiously, knowing exactly what it meant but not why. Another flash of young Silco facing off with Enforcers on the bridge plagued your imagination and ripped at something inside of you.

“Once, a long time ago. Before Piltover beat its people back into their place with no concern for the lives they took. The lives they ruined. For their people. Many found the price of our freedom too high a cost. They were unwilling to keep fighting to pay it, knowing it would come at personal sacrifice. The blood toll would be theirs or the ones they loved. So many gave up the fight for a better future, for their humanity-- for the relative safety of their own enslavement.” He sighed heavily, eyes still cast over his nation Zaun, a twinge of pain hidden beneath the surface.

You were no longer looking out at the view below. You were looking at him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“But not you?” You inquired, the reverence in your tone communicated more than how impressed you were at his resolve.

“Not me.” He replied with the hint of a smile tucked into the corners of his lips. He finally pulled his gaze away from Zaun, turning those orbs of fire and ice on you.

It struck you all at once. Why you found his eyes so captivating. They were just like him. The metaphor of Silco’s duality made flesh. The passion, the pain, the scars, the price. And the frigid waters, elegant, and unpredictable. One of his eyes permanently open to the truth of this world, the other heavily lidded with the weight of the hard and cold. It made perfect sense now. What you saw reflected there was undeniably him.

“For better or for worse, I never gave up that fight and I don’t intend to. I also realized what our freedom would cost, sacrifice. It would require getting your hands dirty. It would require blood. The things we do in service of a better tomorrow demand destruction and make monsters out of us all. But there is no freedom, no future without those who are willing to pay that price. Regardless of how much they hate you for it.” He continued on as you resumed your walk, this time at a more languid pace.

The Kane brothers. 

Could that be who he meant? Is that what Gabrial had opened his mouth to tell, maybe even warn, you about? You had never heard about the hatred Silco talked about, but you were all too familiar with his reputation. Perhaps fear and hate were not too far apart.

 “So that’s why the Kane brothers hate you?” You asked, in spite of your better judgment. 

“Perhaps,” Silco chuckled at this. “They are seeking prosperity, a better life for themselves but they fail to see the big picture. Naturally, anything that poses a threat, or hindrance rather, to the work I’m doing to create a better future can’t be allowed to continue.”

“I fail to see how they are a thr--hindrance”, you corrected yourself. 

“Do you know what they are making?”

“No,” Your brow furrowed at this question. You had heard snippets of it here and there, mostly in the form hardly coherent rambling from Nox.

Silco hummed his response but didn’t elaborate.

“How I plan to attain my goals may be unorthodox, but there is method in my madness.” He added cavalierly. “I’ll leave it at that to maintain your neutrality.” 

His tone undercut his sentiment but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“What a gentleman.” Your feigned sweetness was met with a dark chuckle.

“I’ve extended them far more kindness and courtesy than I’m accustomed to. Far more than they deserve. You think that would mean something. Ungrateful children.” Silco muttered under his breath, talking more to himself than to you. You even caught a glimpse of an eyeroll out of the corner of your eye.

It wasn’t like Silco to hold back, or tolerate any kind competition. You had heard one disturbing rumor after another about what Silco was willing to do to accomplish his ‘goals’.  But surely those must be exaggerations. Why else would the Kane Brothers still be operating whatever business they had? Why else would they still be alive?

The last thought forced you to swallow thickly. Silco’s arm was warm wrapped neatly around yours. It was hard to imagine that this enchanting man was the most feared person in the Undercity. It was hard to imagine that he was dangerous. But perhaps that was another trick of his. You knew he was, even if moments like this made you doubt yourself. Rumors aside, you had seen it in small flashes in the expression on his face, or in his eyes. Hell, in the way he grabbed you tonight. That sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Cold?” He looked at you slyly out of the corner of his eye. Did he know? 

No. How could he know? Impossible.

“Perhaps just a little”, You replied sheepishly. A deflection.

The outline of a light smirk settled into the lines on Silco’s face as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer into him. You couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped you, you just prayed that Silco didn’t hear it. If he had, he made no move to tease you for it. This certainly wasn’t what you had in mind. For the second time tonight you found yourself wrapped tightly in Silcos’ arms. This should make you panic. This should make you squirm. But you didn’t. All you could think about was how warm he was against you and how delightful the light smell of his cologne musk was. Unbidden you laid your head on his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. That was the problem, it was natural.

“Why have you given the Kane Brothers so many chances if they are such problems for you?” It was a question you had been considering for sometime before tonight.

Silco’s eyes cast an amused look down at you as his smirk grew. Was the answer that obvious? Were you missing something?

“Is that a trick question?” 

“No…” Your brows furrowed in response. He admitted it was out of character for him. Perhaps you had overstepped? No that couldn’t be it. 

You crossed the street closing the distance between you and your apartment building with every step. Your window was closing. The answer to this question would come now or never.

Lifting your head you gave him a look that conveyed how truly lost you were. Silco let out a heavy sigh.

“I have allowed the Kane’s to continue because you are fond of them and want neutrality in your club. I don’t want any action to jeopardize that on my part.” His tone was flat and nearly exasperated. He didn’t even look at you as he said it.

For you?

For you?

Inside your chest, you feel your heart skip a beat, mouth hung open in silence. Speechless again. You were only feet from your door now and still words refused to come to you.

“I--” lips moving in a desperate attempt to say something, but still nothing came.

Silco loosened his hold on you as you approached the side of the building, tucking into the alleyway.  

No, no, no. You wanted his arm back. You wanted to think of the right thing to say. You wanted more time. 

He turned to you in silence. This is where you said goodnight. The panic swelled inside of you as you searched his eyes for the words to capture your thoughts and feelings.

“W-what? Me?” Was all you were able to come up with. Silco must have found your struggle entertaining because took pity on you.

“There are other reasons. Gabriel and I have personal history. But the only one that gave pause was the effect it might have on you.” His eyes cast curiously down on you. There was an unspoken question in his words.

“Thank you. I’m not involved with the Kane Brothers outside of the club but it’s kind of you to consider me at all.” 

Silco simply nodded before placing his hand against the wall behind you to lean on.

“Of course not,” He bent his head down to you, nearly whispering in your ear, “No attachments”.

His voice was dark and stirring. The closeness of his body a tease as he caged you in with long, sturdy arms. Silco washed away your resolve bit by bit every time your eyes met. Would there be any left by the time you stumbled back into your apartment?

“It’s never been this hard.” The words slide from your lips before you know that you’ve said them.

Silco’s eyes pressed into you intently, searching, excavating some hidden truth. More noticeably, they were glowing. You were pulled from that thought at the soft sensation of gloved leather on your jaw. It was warm. 

His hands suited him perfectly; long, lean, powerful, as you had found out tonight when he was able to pull you into him by the wrist alone. But you’d be lying if you said this was the first time you had thought about his hands. Since that first night at the club when he traced abstract shapes on your skin with the lightest of touch, you’d been curious about what more they could do. Your eyes fluttered closed at the thought, giving into the gentle caress on your face. 

It felt divine. No. It felt forbidden. It felt like there was a string inside of you pulling and pulling and you were doing your best to push all your weight against it. Not to be pulled off your feet. Not to be dragged.

“And why is that, I wonder?” His words snap you back to reality. You can’t look at him, though you can feel the heat from his unblinking gaze tickle the skin of your cheek. Those eyes, fire and fury, dissecting you; each look another slice of his scalpel until you were laid bare before him, helpless but to squirm under the horrifying ordeal of being seen. 

And yet…

There was a stillness, a steadiness, to him that was hypnotizing. Silco wanted more of you, of that much you were sure. But to what end? Was this the way the spider ensnared the fly?

“I’ve always…I’ve never put down roots completely. I’ve never had a home before”, You gave your answer to the lapels of his coat. Easier, safer, than returning whatever look he was giving that caused goosebumps to appear on your neck.

“Even before…you chose this line of work?” Silco chose his words even more carefully than usual.

“Yes, even when I spent almost all my time fully clothed” Your smile and easy manner at such a question won you a laugh that felt like a symphony. It mercifully broke the tension and you were finally able to meet Silco’s eyes.

They were warm and gentle. 

Somewhere in your mind you knew how wrong that should feel. How strange. How impossible. But instead it felt right. You knew exactly who and what Silco was, but not with you. Just like you knew exactly who and what you were with everyone else. But between the two of you there was no denying the natural ease of it all.

“My family traveled constantly for work. I’m not sure we ever had a house, but perhaps I was just too young to remember. And after--” You swallowed around the painful memory.

“Then I lived with my guardian. I had a room there but it was never a home. He immediately sent me off to boarding school, so I only spent a couple of months there out of the year anyhow. Then I graduated and--”

“Moved to Volitord, where you met Remy.” Silco finished your sentence for you. Even in this abbreviated version there were parts of this story that were hard to tell.  Silco saw that and swiftly moved you through your own minefields.

“It was easier then. When you moved on so quickly there was little to get attached to.”

“Even in Volitord?” Your eyes snapped to Silco’s, panic beginning to rise in you. 

Perhaps Silco knew more about you than he let on. How much more?

The danger of this situation came rushing back to you.

“Volitord was a mistake,” You blurted out harsher than you meant to. You forced a deep breath before you continued in a more even tone, “There were mistakes I made during my time there that I will not allow myself to make again.”

Silco studied your reaction, unflinching in spite of your small outburst. 

“Your rules,” He hummed idly. You truly were something on a slab for him to pull apart piece by piece for his own understanding. You were going to be sick.

“Yes-” You went to move towards the door but Silco didn’t give an inch keeping you in his cage.

“What makes the Undercity different?”

Was this some sort of standoff? The brick bit into your back as you pressed against it to get a good look at Silco. Silco, who was capable of being alluring, charming, warm, and terrifying all within the same breath. Even with his touch vanished, he had you locked in place, but for what? 

Silco inclined his head at your silence. Had you imagined that warmth or had it actually disappeared that quickly? You closed your eyes and rested your head against the wall behind you. He wasn’t going to let you go without an answer.

“A lot of things”, the desire to lie was strong, but what was the point?

“Everything about this place is different.” You whispered breathlessly into the night. The returning warmth on your cheek caused your eyes to flutter open. Silco was still studying you intently, but now his thumb caressed your cheek bone. You hated the way it made you melt inside. Gods, he was scary.

“Remy told me that you lived in Volitord for a couple of years before he met you.”

Remy. Of course it was Remy. Hell they might have had this conversation before you had ever met Silco. Still, something in you felt that this was not the whole truth. But you were overreacting. Utterly paranoid. Probably because he caused you to let your guard down so much. So easily. 

“I’m sorry to hear that you had to spend so much time in a place that held nothing for you.” The tone of his voice was gentle but still you couldn’t look at him. The tops of your ears were pink with embarrassment. 

“But I’m glad to know that Zaun, the Undercity, is different. Despite the challenges it may cause to your rules.” The hint of smile in his voice was confirmed as your eyes met his. Captivating. 

“The company is certainly better,” You returned his smile with your own, his hand still blessedly warm on your cheek.

“Did you grow up here?” You asked as your heart rate settled from your previous conversation. 

Silco nodded, “My whole life has taken place in these streets.” 

A concept entirely foreign to you. How could you ask a question about something you couldn’t begin to understand? If only that quelled your curiosity. 

“You get to know people when you spend your whole life in one place. Most of the people of the Undercity don’t have a choice. Poverty keeps them there.”

Of course. You silently cursed yourself for not seeing it sooner. Privilege had blinded you to the notion that many people could barely make ends meet with the way Piltover hoarded all their resources, let alone escape to a better life. Or even a nicer part of town. How ignorant.

“That’s how I met Gabriel.” Silco added causally. That broke you from your stupor. The wide eye stare you gave him must have asked the question you had in your head because Silco went on.

“We both worked in the mines together. A place no one would go unless they absolutely have to. Most people found work there. There weren’t many options. There wasn’t much of a choice.”

Silco didn’t mean for that last part to sting but you felt the sharpness of your own stupidity stab at you.

“He was just a kid when started working there. A child. You’re more likely to find kids in the mines than in a classroom here, it’s disgraceful. The danger alone-- None of us should have been there at the age we were. We were all too young, but Gabe--” He shook his head and sighed.

“He could barely lift a pickaxe. I had to steal towels from the resource room just so we could pad his helmet enough to keep it out of his eyes.”

He called him Gabe. The images of a young Silco and child Gabriel overtook you. Every time he let slip something about his past, you felt another sliver of your heart shatter. Now, to know they were friends. That Silco looked out for Gabe. 

“What happened?” You could scarcely believe the sound of your voice as your thought escaped your lips.

“Time mostly. I left the mines to work on a free Zaun. He didn’t. He stayed. He had two brothers to look after. Our paths parted. By the time they came together again Gabriel had his hands in a bit of everything, desperate to find an endeavor that kept his brothers fed and out of the same dangers he was forced into.”

“But--Why--?” The question hung in the air despite your inability to complete it.

“Why didn’t he work for me?”

You nodded weakly. This story, this night, this man had truly taken it out of you.

“I did offer him a job after I took the Underground. But he declined. I suspect it has something to do with the deadweight he insists on toting around everywhere he goes.”  Silco didn’t elaborate. He didn’t need to. Nox and Lucas. 

The more you considered it, the more you realized how right Silco was. You hated to admit it but Gabriel was the only one of them with any real potential. Lucas was a hard enough worker and certainly strong enough to make a name for himself in the mines, but not anywhere else. Nox was a fuck up from start to finish, loveable as he may be. If his brothers hadn’t kept such a close eye on him he would have ended up in Stillwater or worse by now. They each had endearing qualities you had enjoyed but Gabriel was the only one that was employable. The idea of Nox as one of Silco’s goons nearly made you laugh. He wouldn’t last the week. He might not live through the week. 

That thought stole the laughter from your throat. Silco was dangerous and he didn’t tolerate nonsense. The details he had given you tonight painted a portrait completed now by the flushing hues and shadows of his relationship to the Kanes. 

“But Gabriel’s latest endeavor,” Silco continued, “could have grievous effects on the Undercity. On the cause. That’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

His eyes regarded yours meaningfully in an apology he would never make. I’m sorry for what I might have to do.

“I am fond of them,” You stated, finally finding your voice. “I have enjoyed them in my club. They have always treated me well, they are great audience members, and I find them amusing. I wish to see no ill come to them. But that is where my investment, my attachment to them ends.”

“Hmm, if not them-- then what are all these rule breaking attachments you’ve alluded to tonight? I wonder…” 

Oh he knew damn well. How you wished you hated him for it. The spark ignited again and the dance continues.

“It’s never been this hard…” He quotes your word back to you. Bastard.

“It must be the climate,” You tease in response to him toying with you, “The weather here is just so temperate, who wouldn’t get attached?” You smile sharply. Two could play this game.

“Somehow I doubt that” he said with a light chuckle. “It’s the creativity.”

The creativity. Gods he was right. Your days and nights spent working on your shows flashed before your eyes. The hours you spent with Remy designing the club, creating the business plan. That very first night where you had converted first timers into believers, then into full time members of your congregation. Your ability to create something here, something entirely your own gave you the attachment you had so feared. Your head was the last to get the memo, as your heart had begun weeks ago, perhaps with the first time you witnessed that volcanic eye and its power to see right through you. 

“It’s the creativity,” You nodded. “I’ve created something here, something singular, given it life, given it my blood and watched it flourish. And the Undercity gave me the opportunity to do so. Me and its people have watered and cared for my creation and now it’s grown roots. And I’m so grateful.”

Silco’s gaze softened by the smallest fraction at your words, struck by the sentiment. 

There was an understanding. An understanding between the city’s most unknowable. Could it be?

His hand still held your face and it took everything in you not to give into his touch. Your hand flexed at your side. You wanted to reach for him. To trace the scars on his face with your fingers. Feel his warmth and the softness of his perfectly kept hair. But you knew where that would lead. Images of your touch on his face gave way to his lips on yours. To your back pressed against the biting brick of the building. The two of you moving together in the darkness of an alley over the Undercity. Tawdry and desperate and beautiful.

A temptation you had to resist with your entire being. You had broken enough of your rules to know that trouble was already close at hand without courting it.

Your eyes fluttered open to find his dual color eyes set on you with placid interest. Where would this lead?

Where could this lead?

“Thank you.” you exhaled gently, raising your hand to his to remove it. But not before another urge overtook you. 

Your lips pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist with all the tenderness of this night together. Your eyes flickered to his as he took you in. Your lips igniting something burning tightly behind his eyes as he regarded you curiously as you lowered his hand away from your face.

“I appreciate your respect for my neutrality. And my rules.”

That earned you a dark chuckle. Silco sized you up as he took a step back, giving you enough space to escape.

“And for walking me home. This has been lovely.” You couldn’t fight the sweetness in your eyes as you took in Silco’s lithe form before you. 

He hummed his agreement without sparing a word. Your eyes locked on one another. Both wanting more.

“But now all I can think about is getting in my bed,” Your excuse made.

“Funny,” he retorted, looking you up and down, “That’s all I’m thinking about too.”

Heat rose to your face and spread across your chest as your breath hitched in your lungs. You caught his meaning, alright. And you couldn’t resist the smile that splayed itself from one side of your face to the other. Flirt.

Laughter escaped your lips as you shook your head, beginning toward the door of your building pausing only to whisper sweetly into Silco’s ear as you passed by.

“Well in that case, sweet dreams.” 

[diejager]

Alright so reader ends up pregnant, mom thinks it's horangis kid, reader moves in with him and we have the whole nursery situation

What happens next, like how will they treat her when she's 7 months pregnant? How will they deal with her cravings and stuff?

And what will happen when she gives birth and the baby's a carbon copy of konig? Will the mom be like "🧍‍♀️oh well that's interesting" or will horangi and Konig take reader away and disappear from the face of the earth? Or even worse, they make sure the mom's not gonna bother them anymore (yknow like ⚰️💀⚱️🪦)?

The whole story line is amazing btw and if I could, i would kiss your brain because of how amazing it is

I’m gonna expand on Baby Scenario since it’s almost the same principle. Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, kidnapping, forced pregnancy, childbirth, tell me if I missed any.

Your mother had adamantly encouraged you to move in with Horangi, it would only make sense, no? Since he was the father of your kid. You’d have more space from both her and your stepdad, and would be able to spend more time with Horangi, to build that intimacy and relationship that you’d need if you were to care for a child. You would have extra room for your stuff and a nursery fro your upcoming child in Horangi’s home since he lived alone, his ultilitarianlydecorated house was a perfect place to start building a warm home —a blank canvas coaxing you to paint. 

You reluctantly agreed to her proposition, not having much of a choice when she was obliviously overcome with joy, König’s hard stare and Horangi’s tightening grip on your hip, low enough to make you uncomfortable but not too much that it was improper. The move was made quick, the sudden change of your environment left you disorientated, confused and lost while they carried box after box into the living room of your new house. 

They hadn’t made a move on you since the test, leaving you alone to do your own things: fix your side of the room, paint and move furniture around the nursery when Horangi and König were busy with other things, or reading on the bean bag you moved near the window for better lighting. It made the move a bit better, neither feeling as oppressed as you felt nor as freeing as you used to be, but it worked nonetheless of your change of ownership. It, however, hadn’t last long, they were quick to lay a hand on you, their fingers kneading and wandering over your sensitive skin, moving you to the bed and leaving you mewling and panting from their mouth and fingers alone.

When your cravings knocked down the door with weird and changing tastes, both men were eager to help, buying or ordering whatever you’d cried about wanting even if you ended up throwing it away because you didn’t want it anymore. They were accommodating to your growing needs, at your every beck and call when you had a sudden craving or sickness. Your mother couldn’t be any happier about how it turned out, that you were with someone she could trust to care for you and not a boy who’d leave you the second he heard you were pregnant, she booked everything for you until the assumed date of birth. 

But on when you gave birth, staring at a boy with auburn strands and brown eyes, and a girl with black locks and pale eyes, your mother looked as horrified as you were, much unlike Horangi and König’s pleased gaze. She fought with him, screamed her head off and tried to pry them away from you, to protect you from the men who forced themselves on you and knocked you up. You learned that she kicked König out, throwing all his items out and had tried to have them both removed and taken away from you, but there was little she could do against powerful men. Their names and reputation the blade of their defense, to use and to wield to take you away from her. 

The last time you saw her, she was in tears, sobbing and fighting against someone’s arms, clawing her way towards you while you were pulled away and into a black SUV. They cut your contact with your mother and the rest of the world, keeping you in a locked box of their own making. You didn’t know what happened to your mother or how she was, you were completely cut off from anything than your penthouse. Your only physical contact was your kids and the men who called themselves your husbands, caring for Leon and Yoon-Suh and making sure they had food when they came home. 

And it wouldn’t take long before they’d ask for another child.

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[radio-navlee]

Not so tough now huh?

I really wasnt expecting the poll to get so many votes!! Heres what you guys have voted on <3

Lee!Jax Ler!Ragatha

Summary: Jax finally pushed Ragatha over the edge causeing her to find something out about the annyoing rabbit.

Jax smirked to himself, setting up the most diabolical prank on his dear ol’ friend.

He’d been planning on getting Ragatha for weeks. He had completely transformed the rag dolls room into something you’d seen out of home alone.

String and marbles practically covered her room. Foam balls, feathers, water buckets and paint set up to hit her as she walked in.

“3…2…1” Jax counted down watching Ragatha close her door behind her. He could hear a muffled, ‘What the?’ Come from the doll herself. The marble rolled into a small hole triggering scissors to cut string sending the bucket of water over her bed, the water spilled everywhere and into a lower placed bucket below activating the foam balls to sore through the air hitting targets around the room. Finally it ended with a bucket of paint spattering on her head with another balloon filled with feather to pop.

“…..JAX!!!” Ragatha screamed causing Jax to chuckle to himself already booking it down the hall.

Ragatha, surprisingly, cleaned herself off quickly and darted after him

“JAX YOU JERK!!”

“THAT WAS SO WORTH IT!!” Jax yelled back

After 5 minutes of Ragatha chasing Jax, he started to get tired. He felt like it was the longest game of tag, where Ragatha was it and he was playing for his life.

Jax, now starting to panic, realizing that Ragatha was not slowing down. Regatha was so determined to catch him. Every time Jax would fumble over himself he would scream. Scared to what would happen if he did fall with the doll hot on his trail.

eventually he backed himself into a corner. He spun around to try to run but Ragatha was already there.

“Raggs…. Please… it was…. Just a joke!” Jax panted, catching his breath

“Oh that was no joke, that was a prank! A prank you fully thought out!” Ragatha pointed out

“Look, let’s… talk about it! How about we make a deal?” Jax suggested

“I’m listening”

“Okay, how about this! You let me go….” Jax inched his way slowly trying to get past Ragatha, “and I promise…. TO RUN- EuGH!” Jax ran full speed thinking he was getting away, only for a plushy hand to stop him.

“Not a chance” Ragatha said holding Jax by his upper arm.

“Let go!” Jax tried to pull away

“No!” Ragatha squeezed his arm causing Jax to let out a yelp

“…..”

“…Jax?”

“..what….” Jax face got hot, he didn’t know he could still be ticklish after entering the digital world!!

“Jax what was that?”

“.. a cry for help?” Jax tried to excuse. Ragatha squeezed again causing Jax to yelp again

“Are you-?”

“No…”

“Because you sound like your-”

“I’m not..”

Ragatha smirked, "You're not what?"

"uhhh.." Jax blanked, too embarssed to say anything just in case it wasnt that. Ragatha spun Jax grabbing both arms pinning them both above his head. Jax gave her the most panicked look he could give, seeing as Ragatha didnt give him the 'you ok?' look, Jax was doomed.

“So if I do this” Ragatha pinched at Jax’s sides “you’re sure you're not..?”

“gAH- Rahahags!!” Jax nearly jumped out of his skin. He started to squirm and giggle as Ragatha continued to tease and tickle him

“Oh so you are ticklish?” Ragatha smiled moving her way up and spidering across the poor bunny’s ribs

“NohOHO! WAIHAhaeheHAT!!” Jax complained and groaned through his giggles, he shook his head frantically as Ragatha moved up.

“Somebody’s sensitive!!” The doll teased, tickling right below where his ribs meet his armpits. The anticipation was literally eating at Jax.

“RAhaHags!! PLEheEase!!” Jax panted, trying to make himself sound as tired as possible.

“Shouldn’t have set that prank up, this would have never happened!” Ragatha growled, remembering the mess she gonna have to clean up when she gets back.

Jax shut his eyes as the rag doll massaged into his armpits. Jax nearly screeched, he turned his head into his pined up arms to try to muffle anything. He’d hate it if somebody came looking for them to find the predicament he was in.

“RAHFAHFAHGS!!” He stomped his feet below himself to try to diffract himself from the tickling

“Sorry, am I in a bad spot?” Ragatha teased

Jax sighed as Ragatha slowed down her torturous hand. Jax’s cheeks turned pink straight out of embarrassment. Just as Jax thought Ragatha was done, she put her hand on the side of his neck. Crap

“Wha- what are you doing?” Jax asked nervously

“Take a wild guess rabbit!” Ragatha stated as she tickled into his neck

Jax squealed scrunching up his neck and throwing his head back. Ragatha immediately noticed how Jax no longer wanted to muffle his laugh. Jax just chucked freely as Ragatha moved her hand to his ears.

“AH- Waitwaitwaitwait!! Ragatha!! Ihavetowarnyounowpleaseimgoingtoscream WAIT!!” Ragatha held his two ears in place and slowly blew air onto them. Jax screamed followed by loud laughter, he squirmed and shook his head but he couldn’t shake her off

“RAGAHATHAHA!! *Squeal* GAHAHA!!” Jax, now more embarrassed than ever, sat there laughing seeing as there was nothing else he could do. Ragatha tickled the tops of Jax’s ears, still blowing onto the bottom part.

Jax was in practically in pieces giggling and taking deep breaths when Ragatha would inhale giving him time to breathe before she would exhale again. Ragatha stoped once Jax started to get wheezy

“You ok?” Ragatha asked as Jax sat on the floor

“I uhh, *HIC* ohmygod” Jax completely shut down covering his face with his hands while his embarrassment covered his face

“Did I go to far?” Ragatha giggled, she never saw Jax like this. She laid her hand over his shoulder causing Jax to jump as the sudden contact

“No uh *HIC* you’re good it’s just- *HIC* these damn hiccups.” Jax explained, his frustration only getting worse as he continued to hiccup

“Stay here, I’ll get you some water” Ragatha smiled. She was back to her old self again, Jax didn’t complain and watched her run off.

He rubbed his ears free of the ghost tickles, bringing one down to his vision. ‘Weird’ he thought. He leaned up against once of the walls and eventually fell asleep.

Jax shot up, expecting to still be sat up on a wall, instead he was in his bed. He looked around confused, until spotting a glass of water and a note on his night stand. He sipped the water and opened the note

“Hey Jax,

I saw you were passed out so I brought you back to your room. I also brought you the water I said I was going to get. You might have been confused how you got back in your room, that’s why I’m writing this. I’ll be in my room tidying up YOUR mess.

-Doll Face”

Well, that solves that mystery…Jax grabbed a pen and paper.

He opened his door carefully looking to see anybody, but nobody was there, good. He found Ragathas door and crouched down. He slid the note under her door with a knock and booked it back to his room.

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Ragatha heard a knock on her door while cleaning up the mess Jax’s prank caused. ‘Probably just a dig dong ditch’ she thought hearing the sound of feet running away. She looked over to the door anyways, ‘a note?’ Ragatha walked over picking up the note and opening it up.

“Hi Rags,

Thanks for not leaving me in that corner and I guess thanks for the water. You better not mention this to anybody. I mean it. It was already embararsing enough,

-Jax”

‘he missed spelled embarrassing’ Ragatha giggled. I guess he was right, he did look really embarrassed. But this is the first time he’d thank Rags for something, this was once in a life time.

Ragatha looked at her trash can, then her storage box. She thought for a minute, then put the note in her box.

(I AM SOOOOOO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK😭🙏 lots of stuff has happened but do not worry! Your goul is back🩷)