#like bro… I knew I could cast them over him or around him but I didn’t know u could actually cast ON a dead body :’((

[sunnibits]

a little piece of my gameplay today that touched me - I went into my second run of the gondian rescue mission, and this time I was determined to actually save all of the gondians after they died in my first run despite my best efforts.

luckily, thanks to the patch fixes, I did manage to do a lot better this time, and saved almost everyone - but one still died. I didn’t wanna reload but I felt guilty about it, and I just wished there was something I could do to honor his dead body since I knew I couldn’t actually revive him

so… I decided to have my character cast dancing lights over his body. and I think it looks absolutely beautiful :’)

[lcvemiyuki]

“when they get jealous” | hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: haikyuu boys x reader, when they get jealous over someone else

warnings: disgustingly cute, kenma x reader + tsukishima x reader are established relationships, fem!reader, osamu x reader (y/n is perceived as shorter than osamu)

characters: kenma, tsukishima, osamu

a/n: more! bc these also have been stuck in my head... (not proofread sorry!)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Kozume Kenma

'he would get distracted to the point of jeopardizing a game'

It was a weekend afternoon, and Kenma had carved out some precious time to play solos in the gaming room. His specialty was first-person shooter games, and he stayed absolutely silent to focus; a pin drop could be heard from how quiet it was. Only the sounds of his game controller clicking resonated softly in the soundproof room.

You two shared the room, with back-to-back monitors and a personalized setup on each side. Occasionally, you would enter and play a game or two, leaving when you knew he had a stream scheduled.

Today was one of those quiet days, with Kenma fully immersed in his game. His noise-canceling headphones ensured nothing but the game’s audio reached his ears.

You entered the room, aware of his headphones, and left rabbit-cut apple slices next to his keyboard. The colors from his monitor illuminated the slices, casting a soft glow on them as his slender fingers worked like a well-oiled machine.

As you moved, your figure momentarily blocked his sight, and he glimpsed you holding a phone to your ear, a smile plastered on your face as you talked. Kenma's eyes lingered on you for a few seconds before his monitor demanded his attention again. Usually, you would make some sort of light contact to remind him you were there, a gentle touch or a pat on the shoulder.

But this time, you didn’t.

Instead, you turned to your side and plopped down on the plush chair, fully engrossed in your conversation. Kenma wasn't overly nosy, but he couldn’t help but peek out from the side of his monitor to observe you.

‘Who has your attention?’ he wondered.

Knowing he couldn't keep glancing your way without compromising his game, Kenma adjusted his headphones so that only one side covered his ear, leaving the other exposed to the outside world.

Kenma's focus split in half; he tried to concentrate on his game, yet every time he heard your wholehearted laugh, his eyes darted to you instantly. Your joy was infectious, and it pulled at his curiosity with an unfamiliar force.

“Tomorrow? Yeah, that sounds great!” Your voice rang out, clear and cheerful. Kenma's brows furrowed as he strained to make out more of your conversation. His concentration slowly dissipated, the multiple noises becoming a chaotic blend in his mind.

“I can’t wait to see you!” Your exclamation, followed by another giggle, broke his focus entirely. He turned his head fully for just two seconds, enough time for his character on screen to be targeted and shot.

The screen flashed red with ‘GAME OVER’ in bold letters.

Kenma's eyes did a double take as the realization hit—he had gotten distracted a bit too long.

He never lost a game—ever.

He yanked the headphones off, letting them hang around his neck as he leaned back in his chair. A long sigh heaved out, his worn-out hands finding their way behind his head as his legs spread apart for a more comfortable position.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later, bro. Tell Mom I can’t wait to see you guys!” Now free from his game’s immersive audio, Kenma heard you loud and clear. His eyes squeezed shut, feeling a twinge of annoyance at himself for getting so distracted.

That really cost him a game—yet he couldn't help but feel his heart rate slow down after realizing you were just talking to your brother.

Lost in his thoughts, Kenma didn’t hear you approach until he felt the soft, slightly wet touch of your lips pecking his. His eyes slowly fluttered open to find you staring down at him with a confused look.

“You lost, Kozu?” Your eyes now drifted to his monitor.

He could only softly scoff at himself, a mix of embarrassment and amusement in his tone. “Yeah, I guess I did.” His lips pursed together, noting the twinge of sweetness they tasted.

He would never tell you the real reason, though.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Kei Tsukishima

'his smile looks indifferent, yet his eyes shot daggers'

The sound of someone’s cough echoed through the museum as you and Tsukishima passed through another grand exhibit. The exhibits grew slightly crowded at times, prompting you to lightly grasp the edge of his coat, careful not to fully grab him. His strides were slightly faster than yours granted his slight eagerness. Tsukishima turned his head, peering down at your hand clutching his clothes.

“Is this your way of trying to keep up?” His light eyebrows raised slightly in amusement before he reached back, taking hold of your hand to guide you instead.

“Excuse me!” a slightly loud voice echoed in the room, causing you to close your mouth before you could respond. You turned to face the source of the shout, only to find a young man staring right at you.

Tsukishima halted with you, turning his head around with a hint of annoyance at whoever was shouting.

“Do people not know when to lower their voices?” he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. As he was about to finish his sentence, he noticed the man making his way toward you specifically. Tsukishima didn’t miss the way the man’s eyes were solely focused on you.

Turning his attention to you, Tsukishima also noticed how your squinting eyes suddenly morphed into one of pure surprise.

“Y/N? Is that really you!?” the man exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

As the man launched into an animated recount of his recent adventures, Tsukishima stood by, feeling a pang of irritation.

Soon enough, a few others caught up to your classmate. Tsukishima couldn't miss the way it took them a few seconds to avert their eyes or the eager way they held out their hands to shake yours.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, ‘How shameless.’

“This is my—” you began to introduce Tsukki, but he beat you to it, turning fully to face the group. “I’m the boyfriend.” His smile was anything but genuine.

His tone might have been friendly, but you could tell Tsukki was irritated.

Quickly realizing he might be upset about the abrupt interruption of your date, you hastily said your goodbyes to your old high school friend.

“Aw, c’mon Y/N, how about a reunion selfie before we let you go?” your old classmate nudged, pointing at the phone he was holding.

You awkwardly laughed, trying to think of a way to politely decline. But before you could say no, you felt a gentle but firm pressure on the small of your back, guiding you forward. You turned to see Tsukishima's long fingers splayed out against your back, his touch insistent. The action caused you to straighten up in response, feeling the solid reassurance of his hand.

You quickly took the selfie with your old classmate, offering a polite smile for the camera. Before you could say another brief goodbye, you noticed the three guys in the back all staring in your direction, only to quickly avert their gaze to some random object in the building.

Curious about what had caught their attention, you turned your head to follow their line of sight. Your heart began to race as you saw the reason for their sudden shift in focus.

Tsukishima, now several meters away, was turned slightly to the side, but his eyes were locked onto the guy next to you. His usual could-care-less demeanor was replaced with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Tsukishima's glare was menacing as if silently placing a bounty on his head. His hands were comfortably placed in his pockets; his black glasses failed to mask the daggers he shot their way.

There was no mistaking it—he was jealous, and not just mildly so.

You quickly excused yourself, murmuring a final goodbye to your old classmate. You made your way over to Tsukishima, your steps quickening with each passing second.

As you reached him, you hesitated for a moment before gently placing a hand on his arm. His eyes flicked to yours, then quickly shifted away, focusing on anything but you.

“Tsukki,” you said softly, “Sorry that took so long.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, his tone begrudgingly agreeing.

“Were their stares bothering you?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“They were just...annoying,” he said, his voice clipped. “Like, read the room.”

A mischievous smirk played on your face as you interlocked your hand with his. “Is that why you were death-staring them like they were your sworn enemies?”

“Obviously. Anyone would with how noisy they were,” he replied, trying to sound indifferent.

He would never admit to it, but you could read him all too well.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Miya Osamu

'wouldn't care if a purchase or two gets put on the line'

One day, Atsumu, his doting twin brother, waltzes into the semi-busy shop with open arms.

“Take a whiff, boys—the infamous Miya blood mixes with success,” he says smugly.

Osamu doesn't even welcome them once he sees who it is—he simply deadpans and shoves the curtains to go in the back.

With a bright smile that reaches your eyes, you quickly greet the customers. The two unfamiliar gentlemen behind Atsumu had a muscular and tall build—likely hungry athletes in need of rewarding food.

‘Time to sell the whole shop,’ you think with determination.

Although you weren’t an official employee at Onigiri Miya, you wanted to help Osamu as much as you could. That included selling his delicious food to hungry customers.

You devise a quick game plan and target the first tall guy, hastily approaching him. His eyebrows are furrowed slightly as he examines the menu, trying to decide what to eat.

“Hi there! If you’re looking for something delicious, you can’t go wrong with our classic tuna mayo onigiri,” you suggest cheerfully, your enthusiasm catching his attention.

The tall guy’s face lights up at your recommendation. “That sounds perfect, thanks!” he says, his serious expression softening.

Just as you’re about to show him another flavor, Osamu suddenly walks directly between you and the customer, almost bumping into you. “You should try the natto,” he says, grabbing a natto onigiri from the display, his tone a bit sharper than usual.

The customer looks a bit taken aback, clearly put off by the sudden change. “Uh, I’m not sure about natto…” he says hesitantly.

You frown slightly, trying to salvage the situation. “Well, we have plenty of other options too—how about the umeboshi?” you suggest, stepping around Osamu to point at another onigiri.

Osamu, however, doesn’t move, effectively blocking your view. “Natto’s a specialty here. You should give it a shot,” he insists, practically shoving the onigiri into the customer’s hand, his eyes darting briefly to you and then back to the customer.

The customer looks uncomfortable, but Atsumu, ever the opportunist, steps in with a grin. “Look at ya, ‘Samu. Can’t stand to see Y/N sellin’ your onigiri to my pal, huh?” he teases, clearly enjoying the situation.

Osamu’s scowl deepens as he grabs an onigiri from the counter. “Shut up, ‘Tsumu,” he mutters before stuffing the onigiri into his brother’s mouth, effectively muffling his cackle.

Atsumu’s eyes widen in surprise, slightly coughing from practically choking on a rice ball.

Trying to pretend the twins weren’t going at it, mouthing silent threats to each other on each side of you two, you try to make a pitch once again.

“I hope you try out all, but it’s up to you!” you quickly put all three into the man’s hands and in doing so, your hand encloses them and gives it a slight pat.

The shuffling stops as you feel two holes being burned into the back of your head.

You could hear a soft chuckle as Osamu's large hands suddenly and slightly encircled your neck from behind. His weight leaned lightly against you as he crouched down a bit to join the conversation.

"Y/N's putting in quite the effort to sell you these, man. I'd say take them and enjoy," he remarked, his face close enough to yours that you could almost feel his breath against your ear.

With a subtle maneuver, you sidestep out of his grasp and guide the customer towards the register; the mess the very owner put you through just to sell these damn onigiris. You mentally roll your eyes as Atsumu continues to tease Osamu in the background.

As soon as the trio of athletes bid the shop goodbye, the door chiming softly behind them, your attention soon fell on Osamu.

You could feel a slight tension in the atmosphere, the remnants of the earlier exchange still hanging in the air. Osamu stood behind the counter, his back turned to you as he methodically rearranged the onigiri displays. His movements were precise, almost mechanical as if he were trying to distract himself from the task at hand.

"Why the face, Y/N?" Osamu feigned confusion as he went around the stalls to continue his organizing.

You stood by the register with your arms crossed, eyebrows raised in amused disbelief. "Oh, really," you began, "I mean, I get Atsumu—you guys always go at it—but that guy was just like any other customer, 'Samu."

Osamu paused in his task, his expression shifting into a thoughtful gaze as if pondering something. His fingers tapped absentmindedly on the counter before he finally met your gaze. "Yeah, but there's always something more to it," he said cryptically, a faint smile playing on his lips.

You tilted your head, intrigued by his response. "More to what?"

He chuckled softly, a glint of something indescribable in his eyes. "More to everything," he replied enigmatically, leaving you with a curious smile as he continued to work around the shop. His words lingered in the air.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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[whereslynx]

Reader is gf of spooky for a long time, they all head to the pool together. Monse being jealous bc reader is very close with cesar, and you know, usual stuff like ruby and jamal caught staring 😂

a/n: HAHAHAHA SUREEE!! sorry for not posting yesterday, i got really busy :’)

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The sun was high in the sky, casting a shimmering reflection over the pool, making the water sparkle like tiny diamonds. You stretched out on a lounge chair, soaking up the warmth while the sounds of laughter and splashing filled the air. The Santos crew, along with Ruby, Jamal, and Monse, had gathered for a rare day off, the mood light and easy for once. Oscar, always close, was perched beside you, sunglasses on, looking every bit like the king of the block, even at a pool party.

You adjusted the straps of your swimsuit, glancing around the group. Ruby and Jamal were already in the pool, goofing off and splashing each other, while Cesar was sitting on the edge, legs dangling in the water. Monse sat near him, her attention flicking between you and Cesar with a thinly veiled expression—her eyes narrowing just slightly every time she saw you and Cesar exchanging playful banter.

Cesar caught your eye, grinning as he called out to you, “Yo, you gon’ join us or just sit there all day, looking pretty?”

You laughed, sitting up slightly and pulling your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to look at him. “I don’t know, C. Think you can handle me in the pool?” you teased back, your tone light and playful. You’d known Cesar almost as long as you’d known Oscar, and the two of you had always had this easygoing, sibling-like vibe—though Monse clearly didn’t see it that way.

Oscar, sitting next to you with his usual unreadable expression, gave a small chuckle. He wasn’t the jealous type, not with Cesar, at least. He knew his little brother meant no harm and that the bond between the two of you was innocent. Still, you could feel Monse’s eyes on you, her posture stiffening as you spoke to Cesar.

Monse, never one to hide her feelings for long, shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “You two are always so close,” she muttered, loud enough for you to hear, though she tried to mask it as an offhand comment.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing her way with a knowing smile. “Cesar’s like my little brother, Monse. You know that.”

Monse’s lips tightened, but she forced a smile. “Yeah, I know.”

Oscar leaned over, placing a hand on your thigh, his touch possessive yet subtle. He smirked, sensing the tension but not commenting on it. Instead, he tilted his head toward the water. “Go on, babe. Show ‘em how it’s done.”

You shot him a playful look, rising from your chair and sauntering toward the pool. As you did, you could feel eyes on you—specifically, two pairs that weren’t as subtle as Monse’s. Ruby and Jamal, who had been engaged in their usual bickering, suddenly stopped when you walked past, their conversation faltering as their jaws dropped just a little.

Jamal, his wide eyes barely hidden behind his sunglasses, nudged Ruby hard. “Yo, bro, are you seeing this?”

Ruby, caught mid-sentence, just nodded slowly, his gaze following you as if in a trance. “Yeah, man… I’m seeing it.”

You bit back a smile, pretending not to notice them staring as you reached the pool’s edge and dipped your toes in. The water was cool, a welcome contrast to the heat. Cesar smirked up at you, mischief in his eyes. “You sure you can swim, or am I gon’ have to save you?”

Before you could answer, Cesar grabbed your hand and yanked you into the pool, causing a huge splash. You came up laughing, water dripping from your hair as you playfully shoved him back. “Oh, you’re so gonna pay for that!”

The splash had been enough to snap Ruby and Jamal out of their daze. Ruby leaned over to Jamal, his voice low but not low enough. “Man, if Spooky wasn’t in the picture…”

Jamal, still staring, added, “No kidding, bro. She’s like… wow.”

Monse, clearly overhearing their conversation, rolled her eyes. “You two are pathetic,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked away.

Oscar, who had been watching all of this from his seat, finally stood up, stretching his arms before making his way to the pool’s edge. He took off his sunglasses, his eyes following you in the water as you laughed with Cesar. With a quick glance toward Ruby and Jamal, who immediately snapped their heads in the opposite direction, Oscar raised an eyebrow. “You guys got something to say?”

Ruby held his hands up in surrender, a sheepish grin on his face. “Nah, Spooky, we’re cool. Just, you know, admiring.”

Jamal nodded eagerly. “Yeah, just admiring.”

Oscar smirked, not missing the way they were both still staring at you. “Better keep it that way,” he said coolly, his tone half-joking but with enough edge to remind them exactly who you were with.

Meanwhile, in the pool, Cesar gave you a knowing look, clearly aware of the situation but trying not to laugh too hard. “You’ve got them all wrapped around your finger, huh?”

You shrugged, splashing water in his direction. “Not my fault. I’m just here to enjoy the day.”

Monse’s patience finally snapped, her voice cutting through the lighthearted mood. “Cesar, you mind helping me with something over here?” she asked, her tone sharper than usual.

Cesar blinked, confused but obliging. “Uh, yeah. Sure, Monse.”

As he got out of the pool to follow her, you couldn’t help but notice the way Monse’s glare lingered on you for a moment before she turned to Cesar. You sighed, shaking your head slightly. It wasn’t your fault that you and César got along so well, but you knew how Monse felt about it.

Oscar, noticing the shift in the vibe, walked over to where you were still floating near the edge of the pool. He crouched down, giving you a rare, affectionate smile. “You good, baby?” His voice was low, just for you.

You smiled back, reaching up to lightly brush your fingers along his arm. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He smirked, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering just long enough to make you feel like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you. “Come on, let’s get outta here. These fools can keep staring all they want.”

You laughed softly, knowing he wasn’t wrong. With one last splash of water in César’s direction—just for good measure—you let Oscar pull you out of the pool, his hand warm and steady as he helped you onto solid ground.

Ruby and Jamal, still stealing glances, exchanged another look as you and Oscar walked past them. “Bro,” Ruby whispered, “how does he do it?”

Jamal shook his head, still in awe. “I don’t know, man. Spooky’s got the game on lock.”

Oscar glanced over his shoulder, giving them both a pointed look. “Is something the matter?”

Both Ruby and Jamal shook their heads quickly, stammering in unison, “Nope, all good, Spooky!”

Oscar laughed, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer. “That’s what I thought.”

You couldn’t help but grin, feeling the warmth of the sun and the quiet, comfortable power of being right where you wanted to be—with him.

[aventurineswife]

Hi! I had this idea a few days ago so I was wondering if you could.

The hsr characters (Aventurine, Sampo, Childe and Scar) have a child with the reader, the detail is that their child is quite attached to them both, so they cry if not both with him or he will grab his manga with teary eyes so he doesn't leave. Is this a funny scenario? I created it, take your time for this request!

{💤🩵} anon

“I want my Daddy!”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Childe x Reader, Scar x Reader, Family Bonding, Fluff, Domestic Life, Parental Love, Comfort, Reunion, Emotional Scenes, Tender Moments, Father-Child Relationship, Slice of Life.

Warnings: Light Angst, Mentions of Separation, Child's Fear of Abandonment, Emotional Vulnerability.

A/N: BRO WHY AM I GETTING SO MANY DAD AVENTURINE REQS ALL OF A SUDDEN?! LIKE I JUST FINISHED WRITING THE DAD AVENTURINE FIC!! 😭 I guess, time to cry fr 😕💔 Also, I changed it a bit since I had hard time understanding the req(I'm dumb sorry) so I hope you don't mind!

The soft light of your shared apartment filtered through the blinds, casting golden streaks over the plush carpet where your child, a tiny bundle of energy and love, sat cross-legged. Their favorite manga rested in their small hands, though the pages were blurred by the teardrops welling in their wide eyes mirroring Aventurine’s. They hiccupped, looking at you pleadingly.

“When’s Daddy coming home?” they asked, voice trembling. You crouched down, smoothing their hair, identical to their father’s, and offered a warm smile.

“Soon, sweetheart. He’s just working hard to bring us something special.” You knew Aventurine’s job often meant long hours and the occasional high-stakes gamble, but he always made time for family.

As if summoned by your words, the door clicked open, and Aventurine’s charismatic presence filled the room. His coat swayed dramatically as he stepped in, eyes lighting up when he saw your child launch toward him, manga forgotten on the floor. “Daddy!”

He caught them mid-leap, twirling them before placing a soft kiss on their forehead. “Did you miss me already, darling? You’re going to make me think I should quit the IPC and stay home all day.” His teasing tone belied the genuine warmth in his voice. He shot you a wink, and together, the three of you melted into a laughter-filled embrace.

The marketplace bustled outside, but the cheery noises of haggling merchants were drowned out by the soft sniffles of your little one. They sat curled up on the couch, clutching their manga as though it could conjure Sampo back from wherever his latest “business deal” had taken him. Their eyes peeked up at you tearfully.

“I know Daddy promised to be back,” they murmured, burying their face further into the book. “But what if he got lost? Or—”

“Hey now,” you interrupted gently, brushing their dark blue bangs aside. “You know your dad’s the slipperiest guy in the entire Belobog. No one’s catching him—he’ll be home soon.”

Right on cue, the door creaked open, and in waltzed Sampo, his jacket swinging. “Did I hear someone missing their old man?” He grinned, arms wide as your child bolted toward him. “Ah, there’s my little business partner!”

He spun them around before collapsing dramatically onto the couch with them in his lap. “What’s this? Reading manga without me? Betrayal!” he cried, only to be silenced by their joyful giggles.

You watched from afar as the two reunited, your heart full at the sight of Sampo’s humor and charm seamlessly calming your little one’s worries.

(Header credits)

Your child’s muffled sobs echoed through the quiet of the living room. The little one, with hair that matched Childe’s, sat curled into a ball on the couch, clutching their favorite manga against their chest. Tears rolled down their cheeks, but they were trying to be brave, just like their father always taught them.

“Mommy/Papa, when’s Daddy coming back?” they asked between hiccups, their eyes wide and glistening with tears. You crouched beside them, pulling them close and wiping their tears away.

“Soon, my little warrior,” you promised. “Daddy’s out doing important work, but he’ll be back before you know it.”

As if on cue, the front door opened with a creak. Childe’s tall frame filled the doorway, his bow slung casually over his back. His eyes softened instantly at the sight of your tearful child.

“Daddy!” They leapt from the couch, manga forgotten, and ran into his waiting arms. He scooped them up effortlessly, holding them close.

“Hey there, my little fighter. Have you been holding down the fort for me?” he teased gently, ruffling their hair. “Missed me that much, huh?”

They nodded furiously, their tiny arms clinging tightly to his neck. “Don’t go away again, Daddy.”

Childe chuckled, shooting you a warm smile over their shoulder. “I’ll always come back to you, I promise.”

The quiet hum of the room was broken only by the soft sniffles of your little one, their small hands clutching a manga as though it could summon Scar back. They sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, their mismatched eyes—just like his—glistening with unshed tears. They looked up at you, their lips trembling.

“When’s Daddy coming back?” they asked, their voice barely above a whisper. “It’s too quiet without him.”

You knelt beside them, brushing their hair back gently. “Soon, my love,” you murmured, your tone soothing. “Daddy’s never gone for long. He’s just working on something very important, you know how he is.”

They hiccupped, clutching the manga tighter. “But what if he gets hurt again? What if he doesn’t come back this time?” Their wide-eyed gaze pierced you, filled with an innocent fear that only Scar’s reassurances could truly soothe.

Before you could respond, the door creaked open, and Scar’s voice filled the room, low and melodic. “Hurt? Me? Never. You know your old man is indestructible.”

Your child’s head snapped up, their tears momentarily forgotten as they bolted toward the door. “Daddy!” they cried, dropping the manga to the floor as they threw themselves into his waiting arms.

Scar knelt to catch them, his dramatic flair shining even in this tender moment. He twirled them once before cradling them close, his mismatched eyes softening as he pressed a kiss to their forehead. “Did you think I’d stay away from my two favorite people for long?” he teased, his usual wide smile gentler now. “I told you, didn’t I? No force in this world can keep me away.”

Their tiny arms wrapped tightly around his neck as they sobbed into his shoulder. “Don’t leave again, Daddy. Please.”

He glanced at you over their head, his gaze meeting yours with an unspoken promise. “I’ll always come back,” he said softly, more to you than the child. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[miirohs]

écoute chérie [c.l.c]

pairing: Mob Boss!Charles Leclerc x Assistant!Reader wc: 3.2k cw: assult, possesive behavior (standard for a mob au at this point), bro straight up kills someone, dubcon (again icarus?), shitty french an: i absolutely cannot write but anyways if this flops i'm deleting it and then crying!!! also do you guys ever just write y/n and put her in predicaments and then go womp womp as if you didn't just do that to her? yeah.

It was fairly obvious from the subtle twitch in his jaw, to the shadow cast over his eyes by strands of his hair falling in front, that he wasn’t happy. From the moment you both had left the guarded gates of his mansion, his face has been set in a stony silence.

You’d seen him glance over at you multiple times during the length of the car ride, and it was becoming harder to ignore his erratic behavior.

Just as he looked away you reached for him, startling him from his distracted state as you moved to fix his suit, readjusting his crooked tie and straightening out the collar of his suit. Immediately you snapped back up to him looking at you, a curious look on his face.

“You should be more careful with your suits.” You chastised softly, snapping back to your seat as the heat rose to your face. “Tossing and turning around like that will probably make it wrinkle up.”

He nodded in agreement, giving you the smallest smile he could muster. You could still see the upset in his eyes as he looked at you, and you came to a slow realization of what might’ve been upsetting him.

“Are you mad with me for coming along with you?”

His smile faded a little, the frustration in his eyes visible. He never wanted this for you, but he knew he couldn’t stop you from coming along, so he resorted to simply reminding you why he didn’t want to bring you.

“Mon coeur, I’m not mad at you at all. I'm just hesitant because I know what my people are like.”

You sighed, readjusting the straps of your dress as you looked at him. “Yes Charles, you’ve made that exceptionally clear but i don’t think you quite had a choice. Carlos didn’t even want to talk about going with you.” 

He winced at your tone, tilting his head at you as he bent his own head down to your level. “I know I keep saying this, but you don’t know them like I do. I don't want you leaving my side, not to anywhere I cannot see you chérie. Do you understand?”

You took one of his hands in yours, nodding along to keep his anxiety in check. “Fine, I wasn’t planning on going just anywhere, I came with you because that's my job.”

“And your job is?”

“To be with you, twenty-four seven, whenever you need me.” You said teasingly as a cheeky smile graced his face once again, slightly more genuine than the last.

The car came to a stop, and you looked at each other, turning to the door of the car. 

“Ladies first.”

You rolled your eyes at him, obliging to climb out first as the door opened.

Your jaw dropped as you looked up to the entrance of the building. You didn’t think you were quite aware this level of grandeur could be possible, and you were honestly expecting something more inconspicuous.

Linking up his arm in yours, Charles bent down a little as you started walking, whispering into your ear.

“You look surprised. I bet you weren’t expecting this, huh?”

“Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s gorgeous.”

“Wait till you see the inside.”

You continued with him, eyes growing wider at the inside.

Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, intricate detailing all over the grand foyer as you surveyed the walls.

Charles walked with you through corridors, once again tensing up, evident in the tightness of his grip on your arm. You could see an ornate set of doors at the end of the hall, approaching them slower and slower.

You paused at the door, looking up to him as he inhaled deeply.

“Are you-”

“Ready? Of course I am.” He didn’t look at you, but you gave no further thought to his words as the doors opened, the crowds of people gathered visible from the mezzanine you both stood on. The ballroom almost glittered, light bouncing off almost every corner of the room.

“Char, if i had known this was going to be fancy, i would’ve dressed up better.” You said, aghast as he shook his head, looking at you with a hint of affection in his smile.

“You’re dazzling no matter what, mon coeur. There’s no need to worry, you’ll be just fine.”

“I- Alright.” You agreed hesitantly, arm slipping from his as you followed him down the stairs.

There were so many bodies on the floor you had a hard time following him, resorting to holding onto his sleeves to navigate through the crowds. He greeted people, and you did the same in his stead, unsure where exactly you were headed. Suddenly, Charles came to a stop in front of you, and you slammed into him, stumbling back slightly. 

“Charles, what just happened, I...” You paused as he stood motionless, stepping to peer from behind him.

Another man stood there, head tilted as you curiously as you moved to Charles side. He wore all black, jacket embroidered with flowers and a necklace that resembled a thorn necklace. He seemed fancy, but something about the way he looked at you made it feel like you were being microanalyzed by him.

“Lewis.”

“Charles. A pleasure seeing you again.”

He nodded, relaxing slightly as the man took his hand, shaking it firmly.

“And who might this be?”

You waved, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I’m-”

“She’s my assistant.”

“Char, calm down.” You chided, ignoring how his tone almost instantly seemed to become sharp, nose flaring slightly. Clearly Lewis noticed as well, raising his eyebrow at how his tone seemed to change so suddenly.

“I’m sorry, my name is Y/n. I’m his assistant, as he mentioned before.” He took your hand, offering you a kiss to the knuckles with a smile.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Y/n. Are you new or…?”

“This is her first social event with me.” Charles butt in, arms crossed over as Lewis grinned at him. “Hm, I figured half as much. I haven’t seen much of her around, you should bring her more often. She seems pleasant.”

“Wonderful. Now is there anything else you want?” Charles answered, tone short and clipped as you frowned at his sudden defensiveness. Lewis hummed knowingly, sparing you a glance before he went back to talking to Charles.

“The negotiations are upstairs. We were just waiting for you to start, and I think Carlos got here maybe twenty minutes before you?”

He nodded curtly in response, taking your hand as he started moving.

Lewis looked down at him though as he shook his head, pointing to your hands.

“Sorry to break it to you mate, but she can’t come with us.”

“Why not?” Charles snapped, clearly annoyed by his sudden announcement.

“It’d be better for the both of you. I doubt you want her in on the grizzly details, it would only put her at risk, more so than working for you. Leave one of your guards with her if you want to, although I promise she’ll be just fine here.” He knew he couldn’t argue with that, it was apparent in the way his face fell at the realization.

“I have to go now, but we'll be waiting for you upstairs.” Lewis said as he waved goodbye to you, turning on his heel to leave the both of you alone to the side.

Charles sighed, glowering at the man's back as he turned to you.

“Écoute chérie (listen darling), it seems like Lewis has a point.” He started, reluctance written all over his expression. “So I'm leaving you here with one of the guards. I don't want you to put yourself in any unnecessary danger, so please keep them with you and talk instantly if anything happens.”

You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t disappointed, but it did make sense to you. "I understand, Char, I'll be here when you come back."

He visibly relaxed, though there was still a hint of concern in his eyes. "Thank you, chérie. I promise I won't be long."

You gave him a small smile. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

With a short squeeze of your hand, Charles reluctantly left your side, disappearing into the crowd once more. 

Left alone with the guard that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, you took a deep breath, turning around to him.

"Looks like it's just you and me for now," you said, trying to break the ice with the bodyguard, who simply blinked at you.

“Not one to talk much, huh?” He cleared his throat, bashfully turning his eyes away from you.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but i'm pretty sure Mr. Leclerc wouldn’t like me looking at you.” You stifled a sigh, simply flashing a smile at him.

“Would you like to have a drink with me then…?”

“Ollie.” He finished, even more bashful than before as scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “And I'm sorry ma’am. I don’t think I'm allowed to drink on the job, Mr. Leclerc would kill me if something happened to you.”

Awkward silence filled the air as you sighed, looking around the ballroom.

You didn’t think there was anyone you could talk to other than him, so you were stuck with him for the rest of the night.

It wasn’t half bad either, but he followed you quite closely, almost as if carefully noting every single thing you were doing. Even as you made minor convos, he stood beside you, too close for it to be comfortable for either of you. He took his job seriously, a little too seriously, you thought.

At some point, you paused, turning around to him with your hands crossed over your chest.

"Ollie, do you have orders to stand so close? It's making me feel a bit claustrophobic."

He blinked, obviously taken aback by your directness. "I'm sorry miss. I was just told to keep an eye on you, Mr. Leclerc's orders."

You nodded, slight frustration rising up as he mentioned Charles' name. "I appreciate your dedication, but I promise I won't just wander off.”

He hesitated, yet still nodded to your request. "Is there anything I can do then?"

A lightbulb seemed to go off in your head as he asked, a grin stretching across your face as you looked at him.

"I think I'll go get a drink. Would you mind keeping an eye on things here until I come back?"

he relented with a nod, albeit with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Alright, but please don't wander too far. I'll be right here waiting for you to get back."

You nodded sweetly, yet as soon as you left his field of vision, you grabbed a glass off a tray, pushing gently through the crowds.

You weren’t a lightweight by any means, but there was rarely ever a time where you drank because of your job.

Before you knew it, you’d finished off the glass, abandoning it on the buffet table and grabbing another one as you made your way back into the crowd.

At some point you saw Ollie again, distracted as he talked to two other boys of his same age. You decided not to interrupt, walking past them and slipping through the open doors on the opposite end of the hall.

The air was cool, fragrant from all the flowers planted around the place. As you wandered along the winding paths, you observed the little statues and carefully trimmed hedges, detailing meticulously crafted to fit the vibes of the garden.

But your peace was short-lived, as the unmistakable sound of footsteps grew louder. Turning around, you were met with the leering faces of a group of men, their laughter echoing through the night air as they drunkenly stumbled through the hedges. They were creating a ruckus loud enough to attract a crowd.

You froze, not a sound escaping your lips as you looked at them.

Clearly they hadn’t noticed you, so you took a step back, hoping to get away.

Something snapped under your heel and they all stopped acting buck wild, turning to you with wide eyes.

“Ouh, Qui est cette femme, juste là (ooh, who's that woman right there)?”

Shock ran through your veins as the one who spoke pointed to you, eyes turning towards you in a moment. A couple laughed, one of them whistled, all of them looking you up and down like a piece of meat.

“I think she might be one of those escort people they hire at parties y’know… you think we should greet her?”

Their leering gazes made your skin crawl. 

Quickly you turned on your heel, heading in the opposite direction, hoping to lose them quickly as you attempted to get back. Your heart pounded in your chest as you continued, their drunken roasts getting farther from you. You still felt paranoid, but you were pretty sure you had lost them.

As you turned around, a hand shot out from the darkness, grabbing hold of your wrist harshly. You were whirled around to face your assailant, one of the men from the group you’d seen earlier, one of the ones who had whistled at you.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" he sneered, drunken breath hot against your face as he sneered at you, a wicked grin on his face. 

He had you cornered against one of the hedges, and you had nowhere to run as he got closer, trying to grab your other hand.

“You’re cute, you think the boss would like it if we sent him back a little present like you-”

You panicked, kicking wildly until you landed a kick to his nuts, breaking free from his grip around your wrists as he staggered back in pain.

“You bitch-!”

The sound of a warning shot silenced his swears of pain, the only thing you could hear now being the buzzing in your ear.

You turned your head, Charles saying something, but you couldn’t exactly hear it as he approached, an angry yet relieved loon on his face.

“Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you?!”

You didn’t respond and he knew why, turning to look across from you at the man who glared at the both of you in anger.

"We'll discuss this later," he said, tone softer this time as he turned his attention back to you, helping you up onto a cold stone bench.

“You. Get lost. Don’t let me see you here ever again.”

"Or what?" The man spat, voice dripping with contempt at Charles' order. "You think you can scare me off with your empty threats?"

“I don’t think it’ll be so empty if i-,” He pulled out his gun from the waistband of his pants, aiming it at the mans groin, then moving to his head, “-happen to give you a demonstration of what exactly happens when you fuck with something of mine.”

The color drained from the man's face. Maybe he had just come to realize who he was fucking with.

“She was yours? I’m sorry, I didn't know!” 

“Save it.” He hissed, cocking the gun and aiming it directly at his head. “I’ll make sure that you les fils de putes never see the light of day again.”

It was over in the blink of an eye, with just the sound of a gun being fired, followed by the thumping of a body.

You hadn’t even realized it when he came to you, wrapping his jacket around you as he picked you up, allowing to you bury your face in his neck.

"I've got you," he whispered. "You'll be fine now."

As he turned to exit, Lewis had finally shown up, standing at the entrance with an eyebrow raised at the dead body then you.

“Do i get to ask-”

“No.” Charles answered stonily. voice clearly agitated as he responded to Lewis. “Make sure those creeps get taken care of. I already had the pleasure of taking care of one of them.”

“Duly noted. It was nice seeing you, and you must be busy with… her, so I’ll be off to take care of the others then.” He said, as he signaled to his bodyguards to comb through the area. 

“Thank you.” He said begrudgingly as he lifted you up once again.

You could feel him retracing his steps, motion blurred until you stopped at the entrance once more, in front of his car.

Gently, he set you down and you still clung to him, shaking slightly as you climbed into the seat. 

He followed after you, directing the man in french as he put an arm around you, pulling you somewhat closer.

“Wh.. what happened to Ollie?”

The look of concern turned to a look of slight annoyance, a heavy sigh leaving his lips.

“Even now you’re thinking of someone else, mon coeur. What am i going to do with you?”

You stumbled over your words, yet you were resolute in what you wanted to say.

“Please don’t punish him, i was the one who left him.”

“Don’t worry, no one is getting punished. But you, however-”

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the barrelage of words to hit you, yet nothing did. Instead, one of his hands came up to hold your face, thumb gently stroking your jaw.

“Mon petit coeur, m'écoutes-tu parfois (sweetheart, do you ever listen to me)?”

You opened your eyes, looking at him.

“Do you have any idea how scared I was? That I thought another man took you from me? I warned you what would happen, and yet you still came. See what happened?” His grip on your jaw tightened slightly, tilting your head upwards so you were looking him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"You have nothing to apologize for, mon coeur. In fact, it should be me who apologizes." he murmured, his voice soothing compared to his actions.

“But then why…?”

“Je t'aime (I love you). It’s because I love you, I want you. More than anything.”

Charles's lips met yours in a kiss, overpowering the adrenaline in your veins as he titled his head, pushing deeper into the kiss. You could feel his overwhelming warmth as he pulled you closer, body to body in the back of the car.

As you broke it off, the heat rose to your face at the string of saliva connecting you both. You tried to pull away but he only seemed to get closer, eye to eye with you.

"Charles?" you breathed, longing erupting like your heart, beating against the cage of your ribs.

“Listen to me chérie, I should’ve never let you go like that. You’re going to be mine now, that way I can keep you safe, Is that clear?” He murmured against your lips, voice dark yet pleading. You couldn’t help but look into his eyes, lovesick and blinded by adoration.

With a soft sigh, you leaned into him, forehead against his as you let yourself be enveloped by the warmth of his embrace.

There was no escaping him. You were his as he was yours. You could never escape, now that he had you like this.

[inquisimer]

Loving the rook and viago dynamic, chefs kiss 🤌.

If your taking requests, I love the idea of rook slowly becoming more angry or snappy after the regret prison. Thought the "I've been taking care of myself for a long time and don't need your help" prompt would be perfect for an angry rook to their bro. viago

YESSSS I love them so much, Crow Dad makes me [screeches unintelligibly]. And yes, I always take prompts, thank you for this one!! It had me looking at Arlow & Viago's relationship through a different lens, which was great 💜

Arlow de Riva & Viago de Riva | 680 words | endgame spoilers, referenced major character death

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Arlow’s fingers slipped against her armor’s leather straps again and she huffed, frustrated. It was a buckle, it shouldn’t be so damn hard—

“Need a hand?”

She stiffened, fist clenching around the strap instead. “No. I’ve got it.”

Viago stepped into the meditation chamber anyway, the door shutting with a deafening click behind him. The blackout curtains over the windows kept the room dark, save for a few clusters of candles that flickered over the sharp, familiar planes of his face. Arlow stared pointedly down, cursing under her breath when the strap slipped from her grasp again.

“Yes, clearly,” Viago said dryly. He leaned against the buffet at the back of her couch and folded his arms. “The offer stands, if at any point you’d like to be less stubborn about it.”

Arlow ignored him. She wasn’t going to tell him that dregs of Solas’ Fade prison lingered on her, a numbness in her fingers and toes, a persistent chill that no fire or blanket could ward off, an unmistakable sense of being watched and judged and found wanting. He didn’t get to kick her out of the nest and expect things to be the same once she’d found her wings; she’d gotten this far and she would get through this, too.

Her fingers slipped once more. “Cazza,” she muttered.

“Arlow—“

“No, Viago,” she snapped. “I just need to—“ She pinched the strap between her nails this time and pulled it through the buckle. It left a little half-moon indentation in the purple leather, but it was fastened and it would fade. Much like she assumed the bitter coating on her teeth when she looked at Viago would fade… eventually.

She knew he was proud of her. She knew that he cared, in that closed-off, brusque way of his. But her heart was only getting about two-thirds of the way to letting him back in, because Solas’ trap finally had her dwelling on the way this contract started.

If Viago were caught in a prison of his own regrets, would he see her, leaving with Varric? She’d told Lucanis that she knew he didn’t have a choice, with the other Talons out for blood. And she did believe that. But the job had finally scraped her too raw for that to be anything other than a cold comfort.

He could have saved her. And someone else might have tripped into Varric’s crosshairs—someone who might have saved him. And Davrin. And Bellara.

Guilt and regret crept up her throat. They curled around her neck and trailed after her like a smoky shadow she just couldn’t shake. So she clung to the anger instead and let it shield her from the breakdown they threatened.

“Did you need something?” she asked, pulling on her gloves and flexing her fingers. “I should go check on my team.”

“Look at me.” His stern, quiet voice brokered no argument; it never had. Reluctantly, Arlow put the wardrobe at her back and did as he ordered. Her eyes were steely and the hard line of her jaw invited no comfort—not that she expected he would have offered, anyway.

His own expression was as inscrutable as always, almost foreboding in the odd shadows cast by the half-melted candles. For a moment, Arlow had the sense of how everyone else must see the Fifth Talon—terse, unyielding, the quiet threat of an expert assassin without any of the care that she was accustomed to.

It almost chilled her enough to make her relent. Almost—but her hands were still numb, and her heart still hurt. She still needed the anger, or she was going to get someone else killed.

“No, I—“ Viago cleared his throat. “No. You should go.”

Before we say something we both regret, Arlow thought. She knew what it would be for her. As he glanced away—he never looked away first—she wondered what he was afraid of letting slip. And she wondered, as she gave him her back, if he, too, felt the painful echo of watching her walk away.

She left.

[quack-quack-snacks]

Flaming Hearts

My Navigation and Masterlist

Pairing(s): Void Stiles x Phoenix!Fem!Reader Summary: You were always treated like an outcast by the pack. When the nogitsune takes over Stiles's body, he shows you how good being the outcast can feel Warnings: smut, pwp, mean McCall pack, EXTREME OVERSTIMULATION, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink (tehe), eye contact, vaginal penetration, masochistic Void (kinda for like half a scene), sweet Void, commentary during the deed which is lowkey cringe in some spots my bad y’all, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, reader is not on birth control, Void lowkey baby trapping reader, a lil manipulation but like not bad, updated to have no use of (y/n), I think that’s it lmk if there's more. MINORS CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU KNOW THE WARNINGS YOU’VE READ THEM A THOUSAND TIMES. Word Count: 10,086

This was a very self-indulgent fic and I’m not sorry.

Pt 2 will be linked here when done.

BRO IS BEAUTIFUL WHAT

(GIFs are by @scuddish thank you scuddish for your wonderful contribution)

Life was cruel, but it made up for it with gifts.

You were new in town, a transfer student, living in a single bedroom apartment that was provided for you by your mother as well as helped by the government of Beacon Hills. You’d felt a calling to be here for the longest time and you were relieved your mom let you go. All throughout the first two weeks of your time attending the new school, you were desperately searching for friends or somewhere to fit into with no luck. On one extremely anxious day, you escaped your class to go to the girl’s locker room and break down there.

Until you saw two boys in there. The shock of two boys being in the Female locker room was enough to shake you out of your panicked state and make you wipe the tears from your eyes. With your vision no longer blurred, you could see the claws on his hands and the intense sideburns and fangs.

When once brown eyes turned a bright glowing amber, your body decided that was too much.

And you fainted.

The pack took you in after that - almost as an apology for making you faint - and allowed you to join their group since you knew about the supernatural now. They let you sit with them, invited you to sleepovers - Allison and Lydia mostly but Scott and Isacc surprisingly asked once. You were so happy to finally find a place that you fit in.

Except they never really let you join completely. No trust other than friendly-non supernatural related matters trust was placed in you despite the continuous ways you proved yourself. Being human, you were outcasted in the group of outcasts. Stiles was human but he was the brains. He discovered things no one else could, he was the detective of the group.

You were more like an emotional support human that was only needed like 2% of the time.

Noah Stilinski, the sweetheart that he is and despite his son’s deepest complaints, took over your living situation and let you stay with them for the year while you attended school at Beacon Hills.

Perfect fucking precious Stiles. He was infinitely the worst one in the group. At first he just avoided you at all costs until his dad decided to room you in the same house as him. Ever since, he’d been sending you glares anytime you were in his visibility and would blame you for the simplest of things despite obviously being the cause of them. He was so hard to get along with. Seeing how he acted around everyone else besides you and how everyone else acted around each other made everything worse. You knew you couldn’t leave because of Noah’s insistence to stay here and your mother not paying for housing anymore since she knew of your improved situation.

You also didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to leave these people. The only friends you can remember having. Those who, despite how they cast you out, have treated you decently well, at the very least sometimes, and took you in at your most vulnerable moment.

Stiles just seemed to hate you for whatever reason.

You sighed as you walked through the front door to the Stilinski household. A sigh escaped your mouth as the door closed behind you.

You called out into the house to let anyone home know of your presence. “I’m back!”

The house was eerily quiet and no response hit your ears. You shrugged it off with the thought of all occupants just being out and were a bit relieved you could have the house to yourself for a bit. They barely let you off on your own. Even now when you spent your time out of the house, you were accompanied by Lydia.

You shrugged your rain coat off your shoulders and took off your muddied boots, not wanting to track it into the house and have an excuse for Stiles to hate you even more. Your bones ached from the long day, having been running around all day trying to do whatever you could to help find Stiles. He had been missing for a while and the group barely filled you in on what was happening, just giving you the quick and vague summary about a nogitsune and a missing Stilinski.

With a sigh, you plopped down onto the living room couch and leaned your head on the back cushion. Your eyes closed and you took a moment to just listen to the quiet around you, the only sound the pitter patter of the pouring rain on the roof and windows. It was calm, peaceful even. You couldn’t remember a time where your life wasn’t a chaotic mess since meeting the pack. You sunk more into the cushions and pulled your knees to your chest while grabbing the TV remote and switching it to your favorite channel.

It was all so dark. So dark yet so comforting. Calloused fingertips caressed your forehead and brushed the hair out of your face. You could feel yourself being brought out of the heavenly ignorant bliss the darkness gave you and groaned in complaint. The fingertips stilled on your hairline, slowly retracting and you let out another sound of complaint.

A soft chuckle that sounded familiar but just out of reach for your sleep hazed brain echoed through the room. You felt yourself slipping back into the darkness when the familiar voice spoke.

“They don’t treat you very well do they, dove?”

Your eyes opened almost hesitantly and when you saw the voice’s face you gasped.

There he was. Stiles Stilinski in the flesh, and yet he seemed so different. His skin was paler, his eye bags sunken in and were a light purple. He looked… hot.

You shook that thought away the moment it popped into your head.

His hand, now resting on your cheek with a gentle grip, was feverish, almost to the point of uncomfort, but not quite.

And then you realized.

It was Stiles.

“Oh my god! Stiles what the hell?” You shot up to sit straight but his hand holding your cheek quickly traveled to your throat and he forced you back down, not holding enough to restrict air flow or hurt, but enough for you to get the message not to move. That and the glare he gave you. A sound of surprise sounded from your mouth unwillingly. “Um.” your eyes traveled from his unnaturally dark eyes to the wrist of the hand wrapped around your neck. “Okay, haha, you’re really funny but you can let go now.” You tried to laugh it off and deescalate the situation despite your growing weariness.

“Now why would I do that, when you look so pretty wearing my hand as a necklace?” He tilted his head and his eyes ran over your body slowly, seeing you shift under his gaze and his smirk growing with each movement.

“Wha- huh?” That was about all the words you could say, nothing coherent coming out of your mouth as you weren’t sure if you were flustered, annoyed, or turned on.

Maybe it was all three.

“Stiles, stop messing around. Everyone has been worried sick about you, they’ve spent the last 2 days searching for you nonstop. We need to call Scott and let him know you’re here and okay.” Although ‘okay’ doesn’t seem like the correct term. Sure, Stiles seemed unharmed, despite the obvious lack of sleep showing on his face - although that was relatively normal for him and his insomnia - but his tone, posture, and manners were way different. It almost seemed as if he had become a different person overnight.

He chuckled again, even his voice seemed deeper. Darker. “Oh I’m sure Scott knows exactly how I’m doing, considering I was at school earlier today. Oh… wait, they didn’t tell you, did they?” His face shifted into a mocking pout. “Poor little dove, outcast even in a place surrounded by people of supernatural abilities. The outcast of the outcasts. A fitting title don’t you think?” His words stung a little but it was nothing you yourself hadn’t already thought of. Him saying it just confirmed your thoughts.

“I mean, they don’t trust you at all. Despite everything you have put yourself through to prove yourself to them, they’ve just pushed it all to the side just because you’re different.” You were getting sick of him taunting you, just approving everything you’ve been telling yourself for the past two months. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and, fed up, you raised your hands to his wrist and tried to pry it off your neck. As soon as your fingers touched the skin of his hand - with a speed you barely saw - he removed his hand from your neck, using both hands to grab your wrists and pin them above your head to the couch’s armrest. He smirked at your dumbfounded expression and shocked stutters.

“You see, I’ve been watching it for a while now, the faltered smiles when one of them would make a comment to the group and cast you out. When they talked about their plans at lunch when you weren’t sitting with them yet and immediately shutting up when you got into ear shot. The way when even you don’t know, they are always following you, always watching. Making sure you were being a good girl.” He smirked once again and shifted your hands to be held by only one of his. The, now freed, hand forced your curled up legs to straighten and then he moved to straddle above you. You were pretty sure your eyes could just pop out of their sockets by how wide they were. His face dipped down and he pressed his nose to your jugular, his lips just barely touching your skin and lightly brushing against it when he talked again.

“But you’ve always been a good girl, haven’t you?” Your breath caught as his teeth lightly skimmed over your neck, canines feeling more elongated and sharper than normal. A shiver went down your spine as his tongue peeked out and slid up your neck until he was right next to your ear.

“Will you be a good girl for me now, dove?”

A whimper almost escaped your bite swollen lips at the pet name, your cheeks heating up and a warmth swirling in your core. “S-Stiles, what’s gotten into you?”

He growled and bit down on your neck harshly, making you release a yelp before it transformed into a muffled moan as he smoothed his tongue over it. “Don’t. Call me that.”

“Call you what? Your name?” You asked, so confused by everything that was happening. Confused on why Stiles was acting this way, confused by why he wouldn’t call Scott, confused on why now of all times your attraction to Stiles had to come out.

You’ve always thought Stiles was attractive. The muscles he hid underneath his baggy flannels, the short glimpse you would see whenever he took his lacrosse jersey off after practice or a game before heading to the locker rooms, and that pretty face that haunted your dreams. Now, it seemed the attraction was even worse because of this new arrogant, cocky, full of himself, and confident attitude. He wasn’t pretty anymore, he was bewitchingly hot.

It also didn’t help that something unmistakable was poking your lower stomach.

“That’s not my name.” He said before quickly positioning himself to be kneeling on the couch in front of you between your legs, your thighs wrapped around his waist and his clothed erection so close to your heat a soft whimper escaped your mouth against your will. He grabbed your neck again, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he smirked and jutted his hips forward.

A gasp that quickly turned into a moan left you and you struggled against his grip on your hands as your cheeks heated, embarrassed by the sounds you were making. You didn’t necessarily want him to stop, you just wanted to cover your mouth so no sound would come out.

As if he could read your thoughts, he spoke. “Oh no no. You’re not going to hide those pretty little noises from me. In fact,” he leaned his face in close, your noses touching and lips inches apart. “I’ve decided I’m going to make you unable to stop making them.” His lips met yours as he thrust his clothed sex against yours again, swallowing the moan that left your mouth. He grinded against you, teasingly slow and you could feel his lips turning into a grin as you tried to quiet your whimpers and moans.

Just as his hand managed to unbuckle your pants, your phone rang from the kitchen counter. Stiles broke the kiss and stared at you with an outraged and lust filled look. He let you get up to go answer the phone with an eye roll.

It was Scott.

“Hey Sco-”

His frantic voice panically calling your name cut you off. “Where are you?”

“Uh, I’m… at home? Or- shit, not my home, the Stilinski home.”

A short sigh of relief was heard through the phone. “Okay, good. Stay there. Lock the doors and windows, do not let anyone in. Absolutely no one, do you understand me? No one! Not until we tell you it’s safe.”

“Scott, it's a bit late for that. Stiles came home a while ago, I’m not sure when bu-”

“Stiles is with you?” Scott’s voice yelled through the phone and you winced before replying.

“Yeah we’ve been… in the living room for the past 20 minutes or so.”

“Get the hell out of there,” Scott said sternly with a bit of fear and anxiety mixed in.

“What? Why?”

His voice broke a little as he spoke your name with a fearful tone. “That’s not Stiles.”

A hand landed over your mouth just as you were about to say something else while another gently took the phone from your grasp. The shock and slight fear of the situation took over both your flight and fight senses, leaving freeze as the only option. Stiles, or not-Stiles, brought the phone up to his ear as Scott shouted through it, his every word stated clearly despite being heard through the phone when not on speaker.

“Sorry, Scottie. Why don’t you call back later? Your girl's a little busy right now.” With that, he hung up.

You turned around slowly only to have Stiles, or not-Stiles, standing inches away from you with a massive evil grin shaping his face. You took a step back only to realize you had no room because of the kitchen counter. Not-Stiles took a single step forward and then grabbed the counter on either side of your body, trapping you. He stuck his face into your neck again, breathing deeply before speaking.

“And here I was wanting to drag it out for a while longer.” He leaned back and looked you straight in the eye with the most genuine smile you had seen from him all night, if not ever. “But alas, not today.” He raised his hand and swiftly brought it down to a pressure point on your neck, knocking you out instantly and catching you with a soft grip as you fell. “Until next time, dove.”

A violent shake and iron tight grips on your biceps violently woke you up, Allison standing above your lying position on the Stilinski couch and looking at you with frantic panicked eyes that calmed when she saw you awaken.

“Oh thank god. You had me worried for a moment there.” She grabbed your hand and lifted you more harshly than you would have liked and you rubbed your wrist when she turned away. “Something’s going on. We need to go to Scott’s house, everyone is already there waiting for us.”

You knew better than to ask any questions. They would tell you what they would tell you and nothing more.

Looking around for your phone, you noticed it was nowhere to be seen and you remembered the events of last night.

Last night…

It had been a whole night since you had seen him. Since Scott had called.

Did they really take a whole night to come see you? To make sure you were okay?

The car ride there was silent and you could feel your anxiety rising the more the silence dragged on. A breath of relief left you as you saw Scott’s house pull up. Allison rushed straight into the house, leaving you behind without a second thought and you rolled your eyes to hide the pain it caused you.

When you entered the house, the chattering from the pack in the kitchen stopped abruptly and they all looked at you. Scott hesitated before he took a few steps toward you and brought you into an awkward hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay. We were all worried.”

You looked around once he let you go and almost scoffed. Oh yeah, they all look really worried. Didn’t have enough time to send someone over to make sue I was alive but they’re so worried.

Over time, they casted you out more and more and became more distant. You were completely left in the dust. Not even just for supernatural matter. Lydia and Allison stopped inviting you for sleepovers; Scott and Isaac stopped having lunch with you outside underneath the apple tree near the lacrosse field; Stiles, funnily enough, was the only one who stayed the same, if not lessened up on the glaring.

You heard a soft speaking from behind you and whipped around to see a sight that made you gasp.

There was Stiles. He was sitting on the couch with a piece of black tape covering his mouth with Melissa sitting next to him, her head in her hands. His eyes shone brightly when he caught sight of you and he tilted his head slightly to the side in a way that made you shift. It was like yesterday’s events were playing on repeat in his eyes and you couldn’t look away.

“I think it’s time we filled you in.” Scott said from behind you and it brought you out of the trance like state Stiles/Not-Stiles had you in.

“Yeah, you’re goddamn right it is.” You said and crossed your arms over your chest. Scott looked slightly shocked at your behavior and scratched the back of his neck. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted him. “Don’t even. I am getting so sick of how you all treat me. I have proven myself over and over again and you all just refuse to believe that I am on your side. What do I have to do for you to trust me? Do I need to sacrifice a lamb for you to trust me, oh my Lord Jesus Christ?” The last sentence was uttered with as much sarcasm as you could muster. Your outburst left everyone temporarily paralyzed in shock - as you had barely ever raised your voice at them - before a loud, albeit muffled, cackle interrupted the odd silence. You didn’t even have to turn around to know the Stiles imposter was looking at the show with mirth filled eyes.

“We- we never meant-” Scott started.

“Oh shut up, now is not the time for your excuses. Not to mention you practically left me for dead last night after you called, Scottie.” You spat his name out with a venom coated tongue as you interrupted him again and rolled your eyes. “Just fill me in on whatever the hell has happened to Stiles so we can all move on in our lives.”

He nodded and started to tell you everything about the nogitsune, how he had taken over Stiles, how he had stabbed Scott, how he almost killed Kira. By the end of the story you were surprisingly not even phased, whether that be because your mind was used to everything being crazy in your life while involved with the pack or how you just didn’t care. It’s not like they ever treated you that well, sure they were your friends but they were your friends by convenience and force, not choice.

And Void, that is what the nogitsune possessing Stiles’ body was called, well, he was just something else. The events yesterday may be shifting your bias but it was undeniable. You had felt an attraction like never before during those short and blissful moments. It didn’t even feel like Stiles. You know that even if Stiles had ever done something like that, he would never have had the confidence like Void did. And it was a feeling that made you squirm in your seat on the kitchen stool.

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled and you risked a glimpse behind to see Void already glaring into your eyes, his eyes darkened by a feeling you could only describe as complete and utter desire.

He wanted you. And if the chance were to come, who were you to deny him?

After 10 minutes of trying to figure out a plan and speaking in hushed tones to avoid Void hearing, Lydia had given in and called someone, you didn’t know who but it seemed everyone else did.

Once again they left you out. Even after you lectured them about how much they did that.

More waiting happened until the bang of the front door being slammed open interrupted your increasingly anxious thoughts. With a too gleeful expression for the situation on his face, the one and only Peter Hale stood in the doorway with his arms opened in a grand gesture.

You all gave him a deadpan stare.

He rolled his eyes and walked up to all of you, more specifically, to you. He tilted his head as he noticed your eyes. You turned your head to control yourself. When you were anxious, or just feeling any strong emotion, your eyes seemed as if the irises caught on fire. They were frighteningly beautiful.

And you hated them.

As your heart steadied and you raised your head back to the group again, Peter’s interested gaze had shifted away from you and to Lydia with a knowing look before walking to Stiles. As he crouched in front of him and inspected his state of being, he spoke. “He doesn’t look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf.” You assumed Lydia already filled him in on what the situation was and what the plan was.

“You don’t think it would work?” Scott asked anxiously as he picked at the skin around his fingers.

“This is more a war of the mind than the body.” Peter stood back up to his full height. “There are better methods to winning this battle.” The mischievous glimpse in his eyes made you worried about what these ‘better methods’ were.

“What methods are you thinking of?” the veterinarian, Deaton, asked, his expression also showing concern.

Peter turned to face the rest of you. “We’re going to get in his head.”

As soon as he said that, he walked toward Lydia and roughly grabbed her by the elbow. With her being right next to me, you instinctively reached out and grabbed the wrist attached to the hand holding her. Peter’s loud unbridled yelp of pain made you rip your hand off him and he cradled his wrist as you caught a glimpse of it.

It was completely scorched.

Your face morphed into one of horror as your eyes flicker between the burn marks on his wrist that were, thankfully, already healing and the ashes on your palm.

“Oh my god! What did you do?” Lydia screamed at you and panicked as she grabbed Peter's arm, careful not to touch the wound.

“I- I didn’t- I don’t-” You kept trying to speak but your mind was panicking and your body was overwhelmed with shock and fear. Fear of yourself.

“It’s quite alright Lydia.” Peter said after a second when his hand had healed for the most part, it seemed the wound looked much worse than it actually was and all that remained was a red handprint and some ashes.

“I-I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know what happened.” You held the hand you used to your chest as if to protect everyone else from it. Deaton walked up from behind you and put his hand on your shoulder before flinching away.

“Your skin is burning. Scott, get her some ice.” Scott rushed to the fridge and brought out an ice pack. He practically shoved it into your hands before pulling his hand away quickly. He tried to hide it but his eyes showed fear.

It hurt, seeing them all looking at you like that. They tried to hide it but they looked at you the same way they looked at Void. They looked at you like you were a monster.

The ice pack in your hands was such a contrast to your burning skin that it forced your brain to focus on its contrasting temperature until you realized it was melting through your palms. You quickly hid your hands and the melted plastic of the ice pack in your pockets before anyone could see.

Anyone besides the boy sitting on the couch that is.

Peter reached for Lydia again, slowly this time and much gentler than before. You didn’t even look at them as they walked away, choosing instead to just stand there with your eyes focused on the hand you burned the man with.

After a while, they came back to the group and you all migrated to the couch where Stiles sat. You avoided his eyes like the plague, knowing they were zoned in on your every move and smiling in delight when he knew he’d gotten to you with just his mere presence.

Lydia was seated on one end of the couch, Void the other, with Scott standing behind the couch in the middle of them. Peter moved Scott’s fingers to align with the correct place to connect them all into Stiles’ mind palace.

“So what do we do if we do find him?” Scott asked.

“You’re going to have to guide him out somehow…” Peter replied vaguely which caused Scott and Lydia to both become increasingly annoyed and you rested your elbows on your knees before holding your head in your hands.

“Could you elaborate on ‘somehow?’ It’s not feeling very specific at the moment.” Lydia sighed with a slight roll of her eyes.

Peter shrugged, “Improvise.”

“Mm. Improvise he says.” you muttered under your breath but everyone ignored you.

Everyone except the murderous brown eyes burning a hole through your skull.

“What if this is just another trick?” Scott worried.

The grown wolf groaned in annoyance and exasperation. “When are you people going to start trusting me?”

You scoffed, thinking the exact same thing.

Scott’s eyes flickered between you and the hyena before he said, “I meant him.” And pointed to the possessed body on the couch. You finally raised your gaze to watch the scene unfold and felt your heart settle into your lower region when you saw Void. His head leaned against the back of the couch, tilted to the side as his eyes were focused on you, an enchanting and hungry look settling in his eyes as they gazed at you. He gave you a slow once over and everything around you tuned out as you felt your body heat up and pool in your panties. You could tell, if the black tape covering his lips was off, he would be sporting a very arrogant smirk.

A synchronized gasp from all three members near the couch broke your gaze with him as his eyes closed and his head fully fell against the back of the couch, face now facing the ceiling.

You almost stood up to go to him before a sigh from Peter faltered your movements and he spoke.

“Now we wait.”

And wait you did. It seemed like time was not in your favor when everything your life had become to know as normal was at stake. It couldn’t have been more than 30 minutes, but to you?

It felt like hours.

Blood dripped down Lydia’s nose and Peter ran up to her, shaking her as he screamed at her to concentrate and that she was stronger than this.

Personally, you couldn’t draw your eyes away from Void. His breathing was soft, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when he swallowed and chest rising and falling with each inhale and outhale.

Meanwhile another Hale was pissing you off.

Just as you were about to call him out for being too loud, A collective gasp from the two non-possessed members near the couch once again interrupted you.

Melissa rushed toward Lydia to help her and Scott took a few deep breaths before focusing all his attention to the Stiles look-alike. “Did it work?” He asked frantically. You sighed and rested your head against your knees, arms wrapping around your shins to hug yourself in disappointment, the anticipation disintegrating into the thin air.

“What happened? Why didn’t it work?” Lydia stood up quickly and rushed to Peter, demanding answers he evidently couldn’t provide.

“Because it’s not science, Lydia, it’s supernatural.” Peter sighed before grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him menacingly and they spoke in hushed whispers before Void shot forward onto his knees to the floor.

Like a circus act, a seemingly unending length of fabric spit from Void’s mouth and he used both hands to pull it out. Unnerving moments went by as everyone watched before all the scarf-like material was out of his mouth and he scrambled back to sit on the couch again, panting with his head resting against the cushion and his eyes closed.

There was clattering and yells to the side but you just stood carefully and walked to where Stiles was sitting on the couch. You sighed in nervousness before touching his shoulder softly and attempting to comfort him since all the others of the pack were focused on the clump of fabric behind you.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, everything will work out. Just calm down.” You went to pull your hand away as his breathing slowed but he reached up and grabbed it with a speed non-human. Your heartbeat started rising again as the realization dawned on you.

He opened his eyes and looked at you with a smirk and heavy lidded eyes. “You’re right dove.” He tugged on your hand and you fell forward into him, his free arm wrapping around your waist aggressively. Or was it possessively? “Everything will work out.”

You awoke in a cold concrete walled room, the only warmth over you being your clothes and a soft woven blanket that did a surprisingly good job at staving off the chill. A soft padded queen size mattress with no support laid underneath to separate you from the frigid floor. You couldn’t remember passing out but you knew exactly where you were.

Or rather, who you were with.

Getting a sense of deja vu, calloused fingertips traced over your forehead to your hairline before going back again in a figure 8 pattern.

Your heart beat rose and his fingers trailed from your forehead to your neck, right over your pulse. You opened your eyes and looked at him where he sat; he looked genuinely happy, in a sick, twisted way. Despite how comforting the smile was, it sent shivers down your back that you couldn’t tell were pleasant or not.

“Hi dove.”

His voice broke you out of the trance his hypnotizing eyes put you under every time. You sat up quickly and scooted away from him, falling off the bed - luckily not falling down far because of how low the mattress was to the ground - and looked at him with conflicted thoughts and emotions.

He looked faux surprised and hurt by your actions, standing up and walking toward you as you scrambled to your feet to get away from him. “What’s wrong? You were so enthusiastic about it earlier, what changed?” You gasped as your back hit the concrete of the wall and he cornered you, one hand going to rest against the wall next to your head and the other holding your waist under your shirt. His fingers against your skin felt incredibly hot compared to the cold seeping through your shirt from the wall. He leaned in to speak again and his breath hit your lips with every word. “I promise I won't bite.”

Liar.

He leaned into your neck but didn’t touch you, only letting you feel the heat emanating from his body but not the skin. He took a deep breath in and you had to bite your lip and clench your eyes shut to stop yourself from falling to his feet.

It hadn’t gone away. The undeniable urge to just jump his bones and feel more of that pleasure he seemed so willing to offer.

“But of course, it's no fun if you don’t consent…” he leaned back and the hand that was previously on the wall next to your head traveled to your neck which he tilted upwards to lengthen your neck and looked at you with a smirk and hungry eyes ready to devour you. “So why don’t you be a good girl and tell me how much you want this,” he leaned in and his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, “I can practically hear you throbbing.”

A soft whimper left you when his hand on your waist drifted to tug your pants down the slightest bit but never went farther without you answering. A few moments of silence passed, only interrupted by your soft pants, and he sighed in disappointment, his grip on your neck and waist slowly being removed.

Your eyes shot open from their closed state, you didn’t stop to think about when they had closed, and you grabbed his hands before they could leave your body. He looked at you expectantly and you opened and closed your mouth like a fish a few times before answering him with a soft and whispered: “I want it.”

His grip returned to your skin but his hand tugging your pants traveled back to your waist to draw little shapes there, tickling you just the slightest bit. “Oh dove, I’m proud of you for trying, but that’s not what I want.” His hand around your throat tightened pleasantly. “I want you to beg.”

Your eyes widened and you forced your cheeks to cool and swallowed your pride.

“Please?” You tried, weakly.

“Oh I know you can do better than that. Try again.” He didn’t say it as a suggestion.

With a deep breath and your hand, still around the wrist grabbing your neck, tightening, you did what he wanted.

You begged.

“Please, please I want it. I do, please, just… just do something, please! Anything! Please… P-please.”

He had a pleased smirk on his face as he leaned in so you were only a few inches apart. You could feel his breath on your neck with every exhale.

“How much do you want?” He taunted.

“Everything. Whatever you'll give me.” You told him with a tone of desperation.

He smirked and looked at you approvingly before crushing his lips against yours in a brutal kiss that sent you to cloud 9. Your hands traveled to his hair and you pulled on it roughly as you kissed back with just as much fervor. You felt him groan into the kiss and you grinned, but it soon faded as a moan formed when he pressed his fingertips to your core through your pants.

“My, my. All this just from kissing? You flatter me.” He spoke against your lips in a low tone. You knew exactly what he was talking about. You were absolutely soaked. The moment he started walking toward you, you felt the warmth in your core building and it hadn’t stopped since. Your head fell back against the wall and Void kissed down your neck to your collarbone, leaving bruises and hickeys in his wake. Applying more pressure, he dragged his hand up your core, pausing momentarily to draw tiny intense circles to your clit before using his hand to skillfully undo the buttons and pull your pants down. He broke the kiss to kneel down before you and look you straight in the eyes as he dragged the pants down your legs excruciatingly slowly. You hadn’t noticed previously but now realized your shoes were gone.

Who would’ve thought Void wouldn’t want dirty shoes on the mattress. Huh.

He stood back up to his full height and looked down at you as he rubbed your heat over your panties. He studied every expression you made and committed them to memory. His expression soon changed to one of annoyance, angry at the lack of skin to skin contact between the two of you. He ripped the undergarment into pieces before taking a step back to strip off his shirt. He paused just as he was about to step to you again.

You squirmed under his gaze as he gave you a long once over and his eyes stopped on yours. Another emotion in his eyes, one you couldn’t quite recognize, clouded over his lust temporarily. “What?” You asked self consciously and moved your hands to cover yourself, thinking he didn’t like your body.

Before your hands could even reach past your hips, he reached out and grabbed each wrist, ignoring your shocked gasp and pinned them against the wall beside your head. “Don’t ever fucking do that again. You’re insecure? You don’t think you’re attractive?” He taunted angrily. He pressed his lower body into yours, his rather large, clothed, erection pressing to your bare clit as he grinded it into you. You moaned and he leaned into your neck again, being much rougher than he was a minute ago. “Ya feel that? That is all you dove. You fucking did that to me. You do that to me wearing baggy clothes and no makeup. You do that to me fresh out of bed in the morning with your hair in knots. You’re doing that to me right now, trapped between me and the wall, a silly shirt covering your divine breasts and nothing else.” He bit down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood and you let out a loud moan. “You’ll take responsibility for it soon enough.” He arranged your hands to touch and he grabbed them both with one hand, the other sliding down, spending time to caress your breasts and pinch your nipples through the thin shirt fabric. He moved lower and lower until he reached your heat and thrust two fingers in with no warning. Without even letting you adjust, not that you really needed to with how wet you were, he started pounding his fingers into you. You started moaning uncontrollably and struggled to get out of his grip to hold onto something. He humored you and released your hands. Immediately they fell to his shoulders and then wrapped around his neck to pull his face into your neck where he started to leave his love bites. He grabbed the back of your right thigh and lifted it, wrapping it around his waist which allowed him to hit deeper. With every thrust, he curled his fingers and they hit you right in your pleasure spot.

Soon enough you could feel a knot forming in your stomach. It built and built and you warned Void about what was incoming.

“Oh that’s right, cum on my fingers dove. Let me know who makes you feel this good. Stiles could never fuck you like this. He could never bring you to such pleasure. To the point where your every bone quakes and sings in an overwhelming amount of pleasure that I alone am giving you.” His grip on your waist tightened to the line bordering between pain and pleasure just as his thrusts sped up to a pace faster than you believed even possible.

“Cum.”

And you did just that. Your bones really did quake and sing with pleasure. Your body writhed and you thrust yourself against Void’s fingers, grinding yourself through your orgasm despite him not slowing down and riding you through too.

Your orgasm slowed down to a stop and you took a deep breath before another loud and unrestricted moan released during your exhale and you noticed Void had yet to stop or even slow down.

“Ah, st-slow do-down-! It’s-ah-it’s too much!” You begged and yet he just smirked and increased his pace.

“Oh sweetheart, isn’t this what you wanted? You told me you wanted everything, you wanted all of it.” You swallowed in a lust filled fear as he smirked even wider. “So darling, you are going to take all of it.”

He led you on to another orgasm by his fingers alone. Your puffy clit was begging for attention after being neglected for so long. When you reached your high, he slowed down and pulled his fingers out. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from whining at the emptiness. He brought his fingers to his lips and stared you straight in the eyes as he brought them into his mouth and moaned at the taste.

You blushed and tried to look away until his free hand came up to grab your jaw roughly and force you to face him as he licked and sucked at his fingers, prolonging your embarrassment.

When he was satisfied with how much embarrassment he could feel radiating off you, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop before he grinned. His hands gently placed themselves on each of your hips and he leaned in until your lips barely grazed each other’s.

“That little taste just makes me want to have more. Which reminds me, I haven’t had my dinner yet. Do you mind?” You tried to lean forward and kiss him but he just leaned his head back until you gave an answer. You nodded your head no and he grinned.

“There’s my good girl.”

He leaned in and kissed you softly, so softly it distracted you from the hands on your hips traveling to your butt and quickly lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Without moving his feet an inch, the wall behind you suddenly disappeared and he threw you down onto the queen bed mattress. You landed with a small bounce.

You looked at him in shock and confusion but he just grinned and winked.

Teleportation. Huh. Must be a nogitsune thing.

He kneeled down in front of the bed and ripped your shirt off before grabbing your thighs to bring you to the edge. You yelped and stared as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, the backs of your knees curving over them. He gave another little wink before diving in.

You moaned as his lips finally gave attention to your clit and a shock of pleasure swarmed through your veins. Your head fell against the mattress and your eyes clenched shut when the euphoria became too much to your, still sensitive, core.

A loud slap and the stinging on your outer thigh caused you to flick your eyes open and look at the man between your legs.

“The next time you look away from me I will edge you for three new moons.” He spoke right against your cunt and you could feel the vibrations surging through your clit. With a moan, you nodded and adjusted yourself to lean on your elbows and look at him. He brought his tongue out to lick a long stride up your cunt and collected your slick in his mouth before going straight back into his meal.

You had no doubt he would stay true to his word if you looked away, so you kept your eyes firmly on him, despite every protest in your veins to close your eyes when it became too much.

When the coil in your gut built up again, he could feel you approaching your orgasm and looked you right in the eyes. You blushed and were so tempted to look away but he tightened his grip on your thighs in a warning.

You came again for the third time. You tried your best to keep your eyes on him but they fluttered shut every few seconds as he kept licking and sucking at your overstimulated clit.

When he seemed satisfied two mind blowing orgasms later, he climbed up your body, one of your legs falling to surround his waist while the other he kept suspended over his shoulder.

“You did so well. You’re such a good girl, following orders with no questions.” He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his tongue. “They don’t deserve you, they never did.” He murmured against your lips before his head traveled to the curve of your neck and shoulder.

He took his pants and boxers off in no time, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds and over your clit.

Your mind was racing with too many conflicting emotions to comprehend: want, fear, lust, panic. You looked down and saw him.

He was big. Bigger than any guy you’ve ever seen, not that that was many considering you were a virgin.

“I am going to ruin you. No one else will ever be able to make you feel the way I do. Every time you cum from this point on will be from my body, no one else's.” He spoke menacingly while he watched in awe as your overstimulated clit twitched whenever he ran the head of his dick across it. The mushroom tip of his cock caught along your entrance through every glide up and down until he stopped and pushed it fully in.

“Wait, wai-ngh!” You tried but got interrupted by your own moan when he thrusted all the way in to the hilt, his tip pressed against your cervix in a mind blanking way. The sting of the stretch was there but was completely oversighted by the immense pleasure that came with it. You gasped at the feeling and wrapped your arms around his shoulder to scratch at his back. His back quickly covered in nail marks and marks of ash and burned skin.

You gasped in horror at the unwilled release of your fire until he moaned loudly - filled with both pleasure at the pain and entrance of your slick walls. Any sounds he had tried to hide completely spilled out. “Shit, keep doing that d-dove. Mark me all you want. Make me yours. F-feels so good; you’re so tight. Are you a virgin or something? You’re squeezing me to death, I don’t know how much longer I can take with you so tight around me.”

You froze at the accusation and turned your head the opposite of his, not answering his question.

A sigh escaped you when he started leaving kisses on your neck, slowly dragging out of your entrance before entering back just as slowly. An elongated moan left your mouth when he hit a certain spot on his way back in.

“Oh it’s alright my sweet girl. This just means I’m able to take another thing Stiles has been longing for. If only I was able to take your first kiss too.”

You almost missed what he said when he snapped his hips into yours harder and you sputtered unintelligible words at the movement.

“He-agh-he what?” You asked him as he left a soft bite on your clavicle.

“Oh yeah, I don’t think there was a corner of his mind that wasn’t filled with the idea of you. Poor little Stiles couldn’t stop imagining you like this.” He mocked. “He would’ve fucked you with your chest to the bed and you ass sticking up all nice and pretty but I don’t think you’d like that, would you sweet girl?”

Your heart skipped as he rose to look into your eyes. “No, I don't think you would.” He roughly snapped his hips to yours again before putting on a mock sympathetic look. “You want them to look at you as you’re getting pleasure you’ve never before received.” Another harsh thrust and you moaned loudly which he silenced by sticking two fingers in your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. Your lips immediately wrapped around his and you grazed your teeth along the sensitive skin. He tasted like salt and your cum along with a hint of blood. “You want that skin to skin contact as they bring you within an inch of your life and back.” Another thrust. “You want someone to make love to you, no fucking around.”

You moaned especially loud at that. You didn’t want to lose your virginity for something that wasn’t going to mean anything. You’ve known Void for less than two days and yet you feel more connected with him than all the McCall pack combined. It seems he feels the same way from how he’s talking.

“I'm the one who took your first time, and I will be the one to look into your eyes as you receive the pleasure I am giving you; I will be the skin you feel against your own as I move inside you;” He paused for a second as he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, biting softly on the nub, and smiling as you whimpered in return. “I will be the one to make love to you.”

You grabbed the hand thats fingers were in your mouth and pulled them out before grabbing his cheeks between and pulling him into an aggressive kiss. You whimpered and moaned as he sped up, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. The hand that was once in your mouth traveled down your body slowly, smearing your saliva across your nipples as he played with them before settling against your clit. Just the slightest graze from his fingers made your spine arch up into his chest in anticipation and pleasure. He started rubbing figure eights into the pleasure bud, matching them with the pace of his thrusts.

Your lips opened in a moan and Void took the opportunity to shove his tongue against yours. He took control of the kiss instantly and rubbed his tongue along every inch of the inside of your mouth, exploring it like looking for treasure marked on a treasure map.

You tried to speak and warn him about your upcoming orgasm but you couldn’t drive his mouth away from yours, needing to breathe in through your nose every minute or so so you didn’t pass out. He pressed the fingers against your clit down harder as if to encourage you to cum and and you came beautifully. It was the most intense orgasm you’ve experienced tonight if not ever. Your body was shaking in exhaustion after the multiple orgasm you’d received within the last 30 minutes, or was it closer to 2 hours? You weren’t sure but honestly didn’t care. You could feel by the way Void broke the kiss and pushed his head into the crook of your neck along with the tensing of his back muscles that he was nearing his orgasm as well.

Then it occured to you, this whole time he was using no protection.

And you weren’t on birth control.

“N-no-agh-you gotta pull o-out. ‘Might get pre-ngh-pregnant. I’m not on birth c-control.” You focused all your energy on speaking despite the overwhelming overstimulating feeling of him driving his dick into your cervix and his thumb making you lose every thought that came to your head with his torturous but amazing touches.

He suddenly came to a complete stop inside of you. His dick twitched as the only sounds heard were your heavy breath and whines of complaint despite your better judgment.

“You’re not on birth control?” He asked into your neck, skimming his lips along your carotid artery.

“No.” You whispered.

You felt him grin that same evil grin you’ve seen before against your neck before biting down hard on your neck and withdrawing his hips from yours. You cried out at the feelings of pain and emptiness overflowing your senses.

“You don’t wanna have my babies, is that it?” He whispered into your neck with a tone that sounded almost heartbroken. You knew it was fake yet something in you just wanted to comfort him.

“N-no that’s not-”

He sat up abruptly, his cock now only half an inch in your entrance. The leg that rested on his shoulder fell to surround his waist with the other one and he sat back on his heels while grabbing your hips. His face looked so sad as he gazed down at you and yet his eyes seemed to hold a completely different emotion.

“Why not, dove? I’d give you everything.” His grip on your hips tightened and he slowly pulled your hips into his using only the strength of his arms. He slid back into you easily and his tip settled against a spot that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head and mouth opening in a low moan. Void grinned as he saw your reaction before returning to the pitiful look as he drew his hips back out again. His lips quirked up the slightest bit as you whined out. Pulling your hips into his roughly, he kept you there as you moaned louder. “I mean, if you really want me to stop…” He slowly started retreating out of your warmth as he trailed off before your arms wrapped around his neck.

“No!” You yelled before whispering almost like an echo, “No.” You breathed heavily in his ear, sputtering as you tried to get the next sentence out with his tip prodding against your cervix ever so delightfully. “Please don’t stop, y-you just can’t c-cum inside.”

He thrusted roughly into you again and your arms lost all strength as the mind blowing pleasure took over your mind. He repeated that cycle. Slowly pull out, roughly snap back in. Over and over and over. It made you whimper and cry out every time, wishing he would just bring you to the ecstacy you’ve been nearing instead of leaving you teetering on the edge of relief.

“Oh you feel so good baby, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.” He repeated like a mantra as his hips fastened and he pushed into you even harder.

Your mind was fogging over as you finally got the pleasure you needed to reach your orgasm. You barely had the strength to move your tongue and speak out your protests that were weakening by the second, you actually wanted his cum. You want it to be spilling out as you stand up, soaking your underwear as you walk around. You just were so scared of being pregnant. Your sister got pregnant when she was around your age. Your mother completely freaked when she found out and banished - yes, banished - her from the house forever.

Would Void stay? You still weren’t exactly sure what his intentions with you were. Was he going to kill you after this? Was he going to make you pregnant and leave you alone to raise the child on your own?

Apparently, Void could sense the onslaught of fear and panic creeping into your mind because he shoved his face into your neck and dug the pads of his fingers into your hips even harder. There was surely going to be a bruise the next coming day.

“Oh you’re going to look so good pregnant with my kids. God it just makes me so hard thinking about it. I wonder what they’ll look like, will they have your eyes or mine? God I hope they have yours so I can stare into them all day no matter where I am. This is the one thing I need to do to make you mine. You gonna let me make you mine, Dove? You gonna let me cum inside?” His pace slowed to a comforting, intimate pace. It brought you even closer to the edge just thinking he liked you enough to stay, maybe even loved you from how he was thrusting into you now.

You took a few moments to think about it before your mouth outran your thoughts. “Yes! Yes, Void, please. Please fill me up.”

He kissed your neck softly as his pace fastened again but still kept the intimacy from before. He pushed back the hood of your clit and started rubbing harshly on the overstimulated puffy bud of pleasure, making you lose all coherent thoughts and abilities to do anything but moan out his name. With a stuttered thrust, he pushed in all the way and came inside you. The feeling was enough to make you fall over the edge right with him. You both laid there in each-others arms while you tried to catch your breathing.

Void caught his a lot faster.

With a chuckle, and his dick as hard as when you started, he grabbed both of your legs, raising them so they were resting on his shoulders and he had you in the mating press and pressed your thighs against your breasts as he thrust into you with no reprieve. He pulled out of you before pushing back in, a torturously slow pace that made your body writhing and squirming. You gasped at the feeling and squirmed in his hold from the overstimulation. This new position made it so he hit your g-spot on every thrust in with no effort. As he brought one hand down to your clit again and rubbed so deliciously hard and slow, just like the pace he had set for his thrusts into you, you couldn’t take it anymore and came yet again. He had brought you to another orgasm in less than 2 minutes.

“Oh, you didn’t think we were done yet, did you, Dove? We have to make sure it sticks, don’t we baby? Gotta get you nice and knocked up with my kids. We can’t just stop now.”

With each slow thrust and the overstimulation, it didn’t take long before you came again and Void had the biggest smirk on his face as he watched you.

“V-void! P-ple-I can-can’t take anymore. I can't, I can't, I can't!”

He just laughed at you and your protesting words, capturing your hands that were weakly trying to push him away and forcing them to stay above your head where they were restricted of all movement. He pressed down even harder on your clit and you let out a yelp of a moan as you could feel another knot forming. “Darling, you don’t get to decide what’s too much. I'm in charge here, Dove, and you’re done when I say you’re done. You’ll take as much as I give you.”

His words turned you on so much more which surprised you as you didn’t think you could be any more turned on. You came once more and could tell by how Void’s face scrunched up in pleasure that he was reaching his limit as well. His dick pulsed inside of you, each vein had a throbbing heartbeat that struck so painfully good against your walls.

“One more, just one more, Dove. Give me one more.” He groaned out as he held his own orgasm back and rubbed rigorously at your clit while his pace increased to an unfathomable level. Finally, as you came yet again, Void released inside of you again.

He collapsed on top of you, his head landing on your chest, pillowed by your breasts. He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth as his slick fingers resumed their torture of your extremely overstimmulated clit. They rubbed slowly but it felt so much more intense than all the previous times that he had brought you pleasure. It burned in the best way possible.

“One more, come on, I know you have one more in you.” He encouraged, again. It seemed like he would just never stop.

He was utterly insatiable.

You came once more for the final time of the night and Void rewarded you with kisses scattered all across your chest for all of your efforts.

With your eyes barely able to remain open. and your limbs drained of any energy, Void looked at you with a soft look and gathered you in his arms. He grabbed the blanket that had been kicked off during the time of your… activities, and covered the both of you with it.

With his cock still deep inside of you, keeping everything he spent trapped within you, he whispered, “Good night, Dove,” and pressed a kiss to your temple. That night, you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, feeling more safe and at home than you have ever been before.

[nightwriter357]

Smosh summer games:ships

This is the third part of my Damien Haas x reader story, this part contains some smut, as will the following parts. I'm thinking of making the parts after this one a bit shorter, half-days instead of full days, hope that's okay with you guys

Thank you so much for reading and engaging, love you all xxxxx.

Part 3: Two bros chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart.

It was early morning, you were not fully awake but very aware of the warmth enveloping you. Damien's arm rested heavily around your waist, his large hand splayed across your stomach, almost covering your entire stomach. The weight and heat of his presence were both comforting and electrifying.

You moved slightly, adjusting your position to get more comfortable. As you did, you felt something firm pressing against your lower back. Realization hit you like a jolt, your breath hitching as you understood what it was. Damien was hard, his arousal was pressing insistently against you.

Your heart began to race, and a flush crept up your neck. The sensation was undeniable, the shape of him, the hardness straining against the soft fabric of his pants, pressed firmly against you. The intimate contact was impossible to ignore. You bit your lip, trying to steady your breathing, but the vivid awareness of his arousal stirred something deep within you, making your pulse quicken.

You shifted, the movement caused Damien to stir and pull you even closer. The firmness of his arousal now pressed against your ass. You could feel your own desire building, a deep ache that matched the rhythm of your racing heart. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, your senses heightened by the closeness of his body and the heat radiating between you.

Damien's grip around your waist tightened slightly, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just below your chest. You could feel every contour of his body pressed against yours, the warmth and hardness making it impossible to ignore the growing tension between you. Was he awake? Were you even awake?

Your thoughts were a whirlwind of curiosity and longing, wondering how Damien would react if he knew how intensely you were affected by his touch. You shifted again, your movements somehow both unintentional and deliberate, savoring the delicious friction between your bodies.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a soft moan as his fingers brushed against your skin. The sensation was almost too much to bear, your body trembling with the effort to stay still. You could feel his breath on your neck, warm and steady.

Suddenly, the buzz of your phone interrupted the quiet intimacy. You and Damien jolted slightly as the alert from the Smosh cast group chat pulled you both fully awake and the reality of the situation hit both of you.

Damien's eyes flew open in sudden realization. His hand, which had slipped beneath your shirt during the night, was now pressed firmly against your skin. Feeling the warmth of his touch, you shivered slightly.

Damien's initial reaction was to freeze, his breath catching as he processed the closeness between you.

"Um.. I'm, I'm sorry, I can't believe I did that.. I," he murmured.

His hand twitched slightly, as if unsure of how to withdraw without causing more disturbance. Gently, Damien began to slide his hand out from under your shirt, each movement slow and careful to avoid unnecessary contact. You could feel the fleeting warmth as his fingers left your skin, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

You swallowed, " I.. I know, it's fine, really."

At the same time, you felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection, which had been pressing against you through the morning. As Damien shifted, attempting to pull away, the contact became even more pronounced for a brief moment before he managed to adjust himself.

He repositioned his legs, trying to untangle them from the intertwined mess of limbs, but the small bed made the process a bit awkward. You pulled down your shirt and rolled over to face him.

You could see Damien's face flush with embarrassment as he moved, his body tensing.

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "Uh, sorry about that," he said, his voice a bit strained. "Didn't realize we were, um, this close."

You shifted to give him more room, feeling the space between you grow as you adjusted. His body was now more visibly separated from yours, it gave both of you a moment to breathe and regain composure.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Damien continued, his voice more relaxed but still tinged with embarrassment. "It's just... a reaction, you know?"

You nodded, trying to ignore the lingering warmth and the strange sense of closeness. "Yeah, it's... me too. Just, you know, waking up like this was just a bit unexpected."

Damien let out a small, nervous laugh, his eyes darting around as if searching for something to say. "Yeah, I mean it's hard to..."

You smirked, "Yes, it's hard but that's okay, that's natural."

He shook his head, stumbling over his words. "No.. no, that's not what I meant. I mean, yes, but no. I was trying to say... it's difficult to... you know, not react when you're so... close."

You couldn't resist a playful grin. "Oh, so I'm making things hard for you?"

"Yes! No, I mean, god" a smile began to form on his lips as he shook his head again" wow, your being really hard on me, huh?"

You couldn't help but tease him further. "Oh no, actually, I think you were the one who was really hard on..."

"Okay no", Damien cut you of with a hint of a smile on his lips and blushed cheeks.

"Jokes aside" you held up your hands in surrender, " we're fine. We sleept in the same bed, we're both humans with bodies that have reactions to other humans, who also have bodies," you said stumbling over your words.

Damien brought his fingers to his face, " That is so bad."

"Wait I'm working on something here." You rubbed your hand together, " So, were both humans with bodies.."

He pursed his lips, trying not to laugh. "Yes, I think we've established that."

You held up your index finger, " and you know.. sometimes the human body can have reactions to another body that is also human"

He scrunched his eyebrows, laughing. "That's... also bad. We don't have to keep stating that the bodies are human.

You continued, " Basically, it was just a reaction and we could have done a lot more. Like we didn't actually do anything, right?"

He nodded along, "right, okay I guess that's better."

You looked at him, your jokes had at least done some in terms of lightening the mood but you still felt as though you needed to be honest. "And also, just to be clear, don't feel bad about this. I mean we both said it, we were bound to make contact at some point and I didn't exactly move away when I felt.. something, so if anything, we both just kind of did stuff"

Damien swallowed, "Okay I can live with that, I think"

You nodded, "I'll live too"

You both chuckled awkwardly, focusing on the phone notifications that had interrupted your moment. As you navigated the messages and tried to regain normalcy, the unusual intimacy of the morning lingered in your minds.

" So" you said with a nervous smile, " hot tub truth or dare today, that's a bit intimate for us."

Damien scrunched his face and scratched his neck. "Yeah, that's... different. Hope it doesn't get too inappropriate."

Your phones buzzed again.

Courtney: Be there soon, just doing a bit of vlogging with y/n first.

You and Damien exchanged wide-eyed looks. "Shit."

You scrambled out of bed, rummaging through your stuff to get dressed. You turned around to see Damien sitting on the bed with a pillow on his lap.

You picked up a dress, " you know, I think we kind of need to hurry and get dressed before she comes."

He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact. "I think I'll just sit here for.. a while"

You responded without thinking. "Why would you? Oh... that's fine. I'll just turn around and change.""

Turning your back to him, you pulled your shirt over your head and bent down to pick up your dress.

"Ehm, y/n?"

"Yeah?"

He swallowed. "You know, when you're the one changing, it doesn't really help that you turn around."

You tried to cover yourself upon realization. "Oh my god, I'm such an idiot." You awkwardly put the dress on and turned around to face him..

He was looking down with a grin on his face, " No you're not and you know what, I should probably have closed my eyes"

The door swung open.

" Hi guys, it's vlog time" Courtney announced as she stepped through the door.

"Hey Court!" You responded as you adjusted your dress.

"Hey guys" Shayne said, following her into the room.

Damien did a quick wave, keeping his other hand on the pillow. Courtney looked around the room, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene.

"Wait a minute" Courtney said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. She approached the bed and peered up at the top bunk, her brow furrowing. "Where's the mattress?" She grabbed the edge of the top bunk and hoisted herself up slightly, her feet leaving the ground for a moment.

She let het feet fall to the floor and looked back at you. "Did you guys sleep in the same bed?"

You and Damien looked at each other, a silent agreement to play it cool. "No," you responded in unison, a bit too quickly.

Courtney's eyes darted from you to Damien and then to Shayne, "You guys combined the mattresses just like we did" she said with a raised eyebrow.

Shayne glanzed at you and then at Damien, "and you are literally sitting on her bed without a shirt on"

You looked at Damien hoping he'd come up with something, but when he didn't you blurted out, "I.. I slept, on the floor."

Courtney turned to you, disbelief evident. "What?"

Shayne sat down next to Damien, giving him a skeptical look. "Really, dude? You let her sleep on the floor and took her mattress?"

Courtney waved her arms around dramatically. "And after she was complaining about her back all day yesterday?!"

Damien gave you a desperate look, and it took everything in you not to burst out laughing

His face looked distorted as he tried to speak, "Um, you know me, I don't really care about other people."

Shayne and Courtney exchanged confused glances.

"Actually" they all looked up at you, wondering how you would respond. "I get the bed for the rest of the nights. And also, I practically had to beg Damien to take the bed for ONE night"

Damien flashed a mischievous smile, "that is true"

You continued, "He was actually pretty hard on me"

He clenched his jaw, trying not to laugh. "Yep, that is, also true."

Shayne and Courtney still looked puzzled, exchanging more looks as if trying to piece together the story. "Okay, I guess," Shayne finally responded, though his tone was uncertain.

Courtney sat down on his lap, " if you say so, it's too bad though, I do enjoy a good 'one bed trope'" she looked over at Damien who still had the pillow placed on his lap. "Soo anyway, did you guys do any cute vlogs?"

You let out a breath, happy your lie had at least somewhat convinced them. "No, we hadn't gotten to that yet"

Shayne picked up your camera, a playful smile on his face. "We figured, so we thought maybe we'll do one with the four of us, just two pairs of roommates."

Courtney waved you over to the bed, still smirking. "Yeah, except not the roommates the fans think it is," she said, giving Shayne a quick peck.

As you moved to join them, you could feel Damien's eyes following you, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. Despite the awkward start, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the situation had defused, even if it was by way of a few well-timed jokes and a whole lot of dodging.

"Alright," Courtney said, lifting the camera with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let's give the fans what they want."

You and Damien exchanged one last look, a mix of amusement and shared secrets, before turning to face the camera with forced but genuine smiles.

You waved at the camera with a mischievous grin. "Hey, welcome back, guys! Today's vlog features me," you pointed to yourself, "my roommate," you gestured to Courtney, "my lover," you then pointed to Damien, "and my lover's lover," you finished with a playful nod toward Shayne.

Shayne chuckled, "Well, that's one way to put it."

Courtney shook her head, laughing, "Don't out them like that bro."

The vlog continued with the four of you chatting and joking about the games so far, with everyone clearly enjoying the spontaneous moments and shared laughs.

"Haha and also guys Spencer has literally been wearing his judges robe all the time. Like it's not just in videos" Cortney said.

Damien butted in, "that is true, and may I also add, it has not been washed".

Shayne bursted put laughing, "oh man, you're right. He probably stinks"

Courtney nodded, "yeah and also he went into the water with it on"

Damien held a hand against his chest, "yes, thank you Olivia"

You smiled, "guys, what if we mess with it?"

Damien looked at you, intrigued, " and how do you propose we do that?"

An evil grin formed on your lips, " we cut it".

Shayne let out a cartonish evil laugh, "oh, I like that, that's evil"

Courtney nodded, "and genius."

Damien shook his head at the three of you. "Okay, so how do we do this?"

Courtney's face lit up, "oh oh, I know, Spencer will be in the lounge chilling while the other team record 'hot tub truth and dare' right? So two off us can stay up there to keep a look out and the other to go to his cabin and cut the robe.

"Okay we'll keep a lookout" Damien grabbed your shoulder "right y/n?"

You looked back at him, " sounds great."

Shayne looked into the camera lens, "and we'll take you guys with us of course"

You and Damien went up to the lounge to make sure that Spencer was there before giving Courtney and Shayne the green light. Shayne had their camera to film there side of things while you held yours and Damiens, making sure to film Spencer as you talked to him.

You pointed the camera at his feet so it wouldn't be too obvious. "So, no robe today, huh?

He shrugged, "unfortunately, the robe will only be worn during videos from now on"

Damien sent a quick text to Shayne, "oh really, how come?"

Spencer took a sip from his water bottle, undoubtedly filled with mountain dew. "It's not as special if you wear it all the time, it's like a wedding dress."

Arasha walked by, "yup, totally like a wedding dress dude."

Anthony walked in, "Okay, 'seamen' it's time for 'hot tub truth or dare'"

Anthonys team left with him, leaving the rest of you in the lounge. Chance, Tommy and Oliva were sitting by the table chatting ans eating snacks. Spencer and Ian were playing pool, stoping once in a while to watch videos on Ians phone. Shayne and Courtney were still of in Spencers room.

You and Damien were laying on the couch together recording some giggling for the vlog. You were right beside him on your back and he was propping himself up on his elbow

You put the camera down, "you think Anthony's gonna count this one as a cute video?"

Damien adjusted himself, putting a pillow below his arm, "I mean, he has to, right?"

You took a pillow as well, smacking it on his head. He caught it with both hands, "hey, what was that for?"

You smiled up at him, "I'm just being cute."

He laughed, "but we're not even filming?"

You flopped over to your stomach, your legs flopping in the air. " You know, your laugh has a melody to it, it sounds like you're in a musical, like in the middle of a song and your laugh is just a part of the music."

He grinned, "well do you know that you always hold your glass or cup with two hands, you look like a toddler."

Your eyes widened, "I do not, and if I do it's only because I don't have your monster sized hands that can grab anything"

He laughed, "that's such a lie, see" he put his hand against yours, placing his palm against yours, his fingers reaching out far beyond your own, "okay maybe."

You flashed a proud smile, "told you, lover"

Courtney and Shayne entered the lounge, seemingly trying to keep a straight face, Courtney covered her mouth and her eyes were bulging as she approached you.

Shayne bent down to whispere ro you both, "this is going to be so funny."

The other team came into the lounge shortly after, wrapped in towels, laughing.

Ian yelled out to your team, "Okay guys, let's get going"

You all followed him out. The sun was high in the sky, getting in a hot tub when it was this warm seemed questionable.

The camera was placed in front of the hot tub, capturing everyone's excited faces.

Ian gave a cheeky grin. "Hey guys, today we are playing some 'hot tub truth or dare', and we've got 'the leg-peggers' here!" he announced, prompting laughs and cheers from everyone.

Ian pulled out his phone, opening a list of truths and dares submitted by fans. "Alright, let's get started. So who's up first?"

Shayne leaned back, smirking. "Hit me with a truth."

Ian read the first one aloud, "Okay, this one's from @theBI-stander05: 'If you had to be stuck on a deserted island with the person you're shipped with, how long would you last?'"

Shayne looked at the camera, "Maybe a day or two"

Courtney smacked him on the shoulder, "hey".

The group erupted in laughter, all eyes on Shayne.

Shayne grinned . "Because you'd probably come up with a way to escape."

Courtney splashed water at him playfully. "Smooth, Shayne. Real smooth."

"Nice save there buddy," Damien teased, prompting more laughter

"Chanse, your turn! Truth or dare?" Ian asked.

Chanse grinned. "Truth."

Ian read from the list. "From @hulksmooosh: 'Chanse, if you had to choose, who in this hot tub would you marry, who would you kill, and who would you... you know, 'get friendly' with?'"

The group exploded with laughter, eagerly awaiting his answer.

Chanse thought for a moment, then grinned. "Alright, I'd marry Tommy because he's the most stable.

Tommy scrunched his face, "that's very questionable."

Chanse continued, "I'd... uh... 'get friendly' with Damien because I have a thing for mr Grub, and I'd kill Ian because then I can just take over."

Ian feigned offense while the rest of the group laughed and cheered. "Fair enough, Chanse. Fair enough."

You fanned your hand infront of your face, "and I totally get the Mr Grub thing."

Chanse gave you a look, "right?"

Damien looked at the camera puzzled, "you know I don't really get that"

"Alright, Damien, your turn. Truth or dare?" Ian continued.

Damien exchanged a look with you before answering. "Dare."

Ian's eyes lit up as he read the next submission. "This one's from @imonmawayy: 'We dare you to give the person you're shipped with a piggyback ride around the hot tub.'"

The group cheered and laughed, clearly enjoying the idea.

Damien laughed and shrugged. "Alright, let's do it."

You climbed onto Damien's back, both of you giggling as he carefully stood up in the hot tub, making sure not to slip. He began to wade around the perimeter of the hot tub, everyone cheering them on and making jokes.

"Careful, don't drop her!" Shayne called out, laughing.

Tommy clapped his hands. "This is the best dare yet!"

Chanse raised an eyebrow at him, "It's the first one?"

Tommy continued clapping, "I know."

You held on tightly, laughing along with everyone else. "You're doing great, lover!"

Courtney waved her hand and yelled out, "You just called him lover in two videos that's going to be all over the internet."

You looked at the camera, "It's an inside joke thing, guys"

After a few laps around the hot tub, Damien gently lowered you back into the water, both of you smiling and laughing.

"Nice job, Damien!" Ian said, giving him a thumbs up.

"That was actually pretty fun," Damien admitted, shaking water from his hair.

You put a hand on his shoulder, "I'd give you five stars."

"Alright, Courtney, your turn. Truth or dare?" Ian asked.

Courtney smiled. "Truth."

Ian read the next one. "This one's from @loveissmosh: 'Courtney, what's your love language?'"

Courtney thought for a moment, then answered with a smile, "Words of affirmation. I feel most loved when someone tells me how much they appreciate me or what I mean to them. Basically, shower me with compliments, and I'm yours forever."

"Aww," the group chorused, teasing her gently.

Shayne nudged her playfully. "So, what you're saying is, you just want people to tell you how awesome you are all the time?"

Courtney laughed, "Exactly! Who doesn't love a good ego boost?"

You chimed in, "Alright, everybody, start complimenting Courtney. It's the only way to keep her happy!"

Shayne gave her a warm smile. "Well, you're amazing, Courtney. Just thought you should know."

Courtney blushed and splashed him again. "Thanks, Shayne."

"Alright, Alright settle down now, Tommy, truth or dare?"

"I'm gonna go with dare Ian," Tommy said bravely.

Ian read the dare with a grin. "From @mandyisdragon: 'Tommy, we dare you to serenade the person you're shipped with, with a love song.'"

Chanse let his finger slide behind his ear and sported a big smirk, "I mean he does this every night anyway."

Tommy didn't back down. He cleared his throat and began a hilariously exaggerated serenade, making Chanse laugh so hard he almost slipped under the water.

Shayne nodded and clapped, "That was actually very impressing."

Ian looked at you next. "Okay, Y/N, truth or dare?"

You smiled, "Truth."

Ian grinned as he read from his phone. "This one is from @IHeartAnthony: 'Why do you call Damien 'lover'?'"

You raised an eyebrow and laughed. "There is no way THAT question is on there."

Ian shrugged with a mischievous grin. "Hey, I'm a fan too, I can make up questions."

Chanse whispered to Tommy, "So, Ian chose that username?"

You shook your head, still smiling. "Alright, fine. Honestly, it started as a joke. We didn't know what to call each other. I mean, what do you call the person you're being shipped with? Shipmate? Partner?"

Tommy looked confused, "You could just use your names, no?"

You stumbled on your words, "no.. I mean.. no, lover just made sense"

Damien nodded, laughing. "Yeah, it was just supposed to be a joke, but now it's kind of our thing."

Shayne teased, "So it's like a code word for 'we're just friends but not really'?"

Damien chuckled, "Exactly, I mean no.. It's just funny."

Ian grinned, "Alright, lover. Looks like it's time to wrap this up."

As Ian was about to end the video, Courtney suddenly piped up, "Hold on, Ian! We've still got yours left."

Ian looked a bit taken aback. "Oh right! I almost forgot."

Tommy yelled out, "No you didn't, MUNGE."

Shayne leaned against the edge of the hot tub, laughing. "Haha, MUNGE!"

You looked over at Tommy, speaking softly, "So you've figured out what 'munge' is?"

Tommy raised his shoulders, "no, I just thought I'd throw it in there"

Ian raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. "Alright people, what's my dare?"

Shayne, with a grin, read out the dare from his phone. "Ian, your dare is to perform your best dance moves to 'Baby Shark' for the next minute."

The group erupted into laughter and cheers as Ian's face turned a bit red. "Seriously? 'Baby Shark'?"

Damien chimed in, "hey at least it's ship themed, kind of"

"You heard it!" Shayne confirmed with a smirk. "Get those moves going!"

Ian, slightly embarrassed but game for the challenge, shuffled to the center of the hot tub. He began to dance to the catchy tune, flapping his arms like a shark and doing his best to keep up with the rhythm. His dance moves were a mix of half-hearted flailing and over-the-top gestures, adding to the hilarity of the situation.

The group was in stitches, laughing and clapping along as Ian gave his all to the silly dance. Courtney and Damien cheered him on, while you and Tommy practicly covered your faces in second-hand embarrassment from his performance. Chanse and Shayne seemed to just be vibing along to the song.

When the song ended, Ian was out of breath but laughing along with everyone else. "Alright, I think that's enough 'Baby Shark' for one day," he said, taking a theatrical bow.

The group clapped and laughed, clearly enjoying the playful end to the hot tub truth and dare session.

Finally, Ian wrapped up the game. "Alright, guys, THAT is it for our hot tub truth or dare! Thanks for watching, and don't forget to like and subscribe!"

Later in the day the dining area was buzzing with excitement as everyone gathered around for dinner. Plates piled high with food were passed around, and the conversation quickly turned to the day's events.

Anthony, leaning back in his chair with a smirk, addressed everyone, "So, who's still recovering from today's hot tub truth and dare? Some wild stuff went down."

Tommy smirked, "Chanse's fuck, marry, kill answers were very interesting? I think he surprised us all with those choices."

Chanse shrugged, "I stand by my answers. Marry Tommy, get friendly with Damien, and, obviosly kill Ian."

Ian feigned offense while the rest of the group laughed and cheered. "Really Chanse? obviously."

Damien chuckled, " I didn't realise Mr Grub was that popular"

Amanda shrugged with a grin, " Oh, Mr Grub? Yeah I can see that"

Ian glared at her, "really Amanda, really?"

Amanda, shaking her head, added, "You should have seen Noah profess his love for Keith. It was like a scene from a really enthusiastic horror film."

Noah, laughing, defended himself, "Hey, I was giving it my all, and I think I delivered."

Keith stuffed his face with food, "It was actually very romantic"

Noah looked proud, "thank you Keith, thank you"

The group clinked glasses, laughter echoing around the room. The evening was filled with playful banter, stories of the day's antics, and camaraderie that made the time spent together truly enjoyable.

Angela leaned over towards Courtney, "So your love language is 'words of affirmation', I think mine is 'quality time'."

Amanda jabbed her in the shoulder, "So that's why we spend so much time together?"

Spencer barely had time to finish chewing his food before adding, 'I think mine is just boobs"

Arasha objected, "no no, that's not.."

Ian interrupted, "hey, we gotta hand it to him"

Arasha interrupted him right back, " noo, we don't."

The cast chimed in, making fun of Ian and Spencer.

When the banter started settling, Olivia added, "I think my love language is English."

As dinner began to wind down, you and Damien exchanged glances. It was time to head back to your room.

Standing up, you turned to the group. "Well, we're heading out. Thanks for a great evening, everyone."

Damien yawned, "Yeah, I'm soo tired."

Courtney waved you off with a cheeky grin. "Catch you later, lovers"

With final goodbyes and a burst of laughter, you and Damien made your way back to your room, the echoes of your friends laughter following you as you walked towards your cabin.

You closed the door behind you and leaned against it, "So, are you really that tired"

He smirked, "exhausted"

You grabbed another big shirt to sleep in, " so, should we just both turn around at the same time?"

Damien let out a small nervous laugh, "yeah, I think that might work better than this morning"

You let out a small puff of air before turning around, you shimmied out of your shorts and pulled the tank top over you head. You unclasped your bra and let out a small sigh at the lack of confinement.

You could practically hear him smirking, "well that's a woman taking of her bra after a long day if I ever heard one"

You looked over your shoulder, "hey, you should not listen to me when I'm naked"

He was just pulling his boxers up, his body looked both soft and hard at the same time. "And you should not turn around."

You moved your head back as Damien started putting on his pyjama pants. "I didn't", you threw the t-shirt on, "are you done?"

"Yup"

He crawled into the bed, holding the covers open for you as you slid in. As soon as your bodies touched, you could once again feel how warm he was compared to you.

Damien must have felt it too since he started to run his hands up and down your arms. " you really are just always cold, huh?"

"Oh that's nothing" you let your foot slide up his pantleg and pressed it against his hot calf.

He squirmed, " ah, that's so fucking cold"

You smiled at him before removing your foot from him, " sorry."

"So" he paused for a moment " what's your love language?"

You looked at him, a bit confused " where did that come from?"

He shrugged, " well you know, Courtney got the question so I just got curious about yours." You don't have to answer if you not comfortable, of course"

You smiled at his hesitation, " I'm always comfortable around you, Damien"

The affirmation seemed to calm him, "so?"

"So" you thought about it for a moment "I don't actually know, I feel like all of them are important. I mean 'acts of service' is just a very nice way to show and receive appreciation"

Damien nodded, "oh, absolutely"

You continued, " and 'gift giving' is all about, at least for me, showing that you think about and also really know the person you're getting a present gor"

He nodded quicker, "yeah exactly, like buying or making something related to an interest or need, or just something that made you think of that person"

You smiled at his contribution, " yeah, that's how I feel too" the moment seemed to linger before you spoke again, " and you know, 'quality time' is obviously super important, like you couldn't even do any of the other stuff if you didn't have 'quality time'"

Damien quickly followed "and 'words of affirmation'?"

"Okay that one is so so important. Like all the other things are just kind of signals whose meaning needs to be interpreted but 'words of affirmation' just is what a person thinks and feels about someone else."

His eyes widened, " right? Like it's just out there in the open and nothing needs to be read, like it's just me telling you that you are beautiful and sweet and amazing and funny and it just means that I really feel that way"

You blushed, as did he when what he just said sunk in. You pressed your lips together, determined not to question it" thank you".

Your acceptance brought with it a sort of stoicness in his voice, "you're very welcome."

You smiled at him, not really sure what to say next.

"So" Damien broke the silence, "what about 'physical touch'?"

You swallowed, "I think it's very important, sometimes you have to be very close to someone if you want to feel very close to someone."

He smiled at you, "so that's why we're so close, huh?"

You smiled back, "maybe."

Damien took a deep breath, "and just to be clear, you feel okay, right? Like you're not uncomfortable? You don't feel wierd about.. this?"

You could practically hear your own heart beating, "I don't feel weird, maybe that's wierd? Maybe we should feel weird about it?"

He looked down for a moment, "I don't know, maybe it's just because we're so close"

You felt very safe here with him like this, "I like that, yeah. Like it would take a lot to make things weird, like we can hug and it's not weird, touch, kiss."

Damien cut you off, "do you think so?"

You felt like you had to answer fast. "We'll never know, right?"

"Right" his eyes were hazy "or you know, we could find out? purely scientific."

You swallowed, "I think we could handle that"

He inched closer, using his hand to push some hair our of you face and tucking it behind your ear. "Are you sure?"

You met his gaze and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. That was all the encouragement he needed. Damien leaned in, closing the distance between you both, his eyes never leaving yours.

His lips brushed against yours softly, testing the waters. The contact was feather-light, almost a whisper. You responded, pressing your lips a little more firmly against his, the kiss still tender and slow. Damien's hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling gently in your hair.

Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. You let yourself be drawn closer, your bodies aligning perfectly.

After a moment, you both pulled back slightly, breathing a little heavier but still smiling.

You rested your forehead against his, feeling the soft exhale of his breath against your skin. "So," you whispered, "still not weird, right?"

Damien chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and something deeper. "No," he murmured, "not weird at all." He rolled over on his back, "so if something happens while we sleep, it won't make things weird."

You rolled over on your back as well, your shoulders touching as you both looked up at the top bunk. "No, it won't."

You both paused, the room feeling charged with unspoken words and hidden feelings.

Damien's voice interrupted the silence, "are you asleep?"

Your eyes were wide open, "yes."

With a mutual understanding, you both leaned in again, this time with more urgency. The kiss deepened, growing more intense and passionate. Your hands moved up to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you lost yourselves in the moment.

Damien's hand traced your spine, sending waves of warmth through you. The intensity of the kiss grew, lips and tongues exploring each other with a newfound fervor.

Your breaths mingled, coming in short, heated gasps between kisses.

He tilted your head back up and looked deeply into your eyes, "I know.. just a minute longer"

You tried to speak, "Damien.. I" his mouth found your neck making you head fall back.

[xylianasblog]

Slumber party

Pairings: Agedup Loak x FemHuman Reader x Agedup Spider

Summary: Movies night has never been quite like this, but who were you to complain?

Warnings: MDNI, under a blanket, handjob, p in v, in public, threesome, blowjob.

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Movie nights with spider and load were sacred, something done since you all were kids and now here you are in your early twenties still hanging out and having fun like normal.

Yet this wasn’t such a normal thing, not even normal in the slightest for you and your two best friends. This was pushing so many boundaries, so many things could go wrong but why did they feel so right? Why did it feel incredibly good to have spider filling your sopping wet cunt as your hand was wrapped tightly around Loaks large cock under the blanket.

Your legs were spread wide enough giving spider enough room to rock ever so slightly in this position, his hands holding onto your hips tightly as he rocked your body in time with his slow hopefully barely noticeable thrust. Your hand squeezing Lo’aks cock tightly as you pumped it up and down in time with spider's small thrust. Each boy battling to hold back their small little groans just as you fought back your whines and whimpers.

The movie wasn’t loud enough to drown the three of you out if noises were to slip it was better safe than sorry, especially if someone was to catch you three doing this sort of thing.

For a moment you lost yourself, letting the pleasure consume you. Your only focus was the way both men’s cocks seemed to throb in synchronicity. The urge to rock your hips wishing to ride spider like your mind had been begging, the way you craved to take Loak into your mouth and such him dry just as your pussy milked every last drop for spider.

Such a needy craving to have to be filled by both of these gorgeous men as they used and abused your body to your hearts content.

“Oh… fuck y/n. Stop you’ll make me cum.” Came Spiders hoarse, grumble of a whisper. Just as Lo’ak bucked his hips up into your hand, your eyes immediately found his. Golden irises staring back into your own orbs, the need to finish ever so present in his gaze.

Every urge in you was screaming to say fuck it and let the feral desires take over, yet you held back for a moment. You whimpered as you adjusted yourself on spider making it easier to bounce up and down along his thick cock. Your soft moans filling both men’s ears, Loaks eyebrows furrowed as he reached over to tangle his fingers into your hair.

Pulling your head down until your lips touched the tip of his cock. “I need your mouth.” He grumbled lowly. “Wanna, feel you wrapped around me too.” Without an ounce of hesitation, you took him into your mouth as far as he could reach. The sound of his growl almost drowned out the movie, spider cast a glance in his direction. “Shut up bro you’ll get us caught.”

You ignored them both as you focused on being used, it was getting harder and harder to stay quiet and your orgasm was approaching quickly, yet you knew you’d definitely be having more movie nights like this.

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[ckret2]

👀 I want to hear more about this Bill AU

You were the very first person to send me an ask about the Bill AU, and it was an open-ended question, so I've been saving your ask special for... a fanfic. IDK how often or how much I'm gonna write actual full fic for this AU but for now, here: the first half of Bill's reunion with the Pines family. (Attempted murder included.)

(Edited 7/28/2024 - now compatible with TBOB!)

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February 25, 2013

The vengeful demon standing in the door of the Mystery Shack possessed only four items in the universe:

Two safety pins.

A time tape tied around his waist like a belt.

And a tunic he'd fashioned himself in the style of an ancient Greek Doric chiton, folded and pinned so perfectly that the wearer must have seen them thousands of years ago when they were at the height of fashion.

Soos couldn't identify an authentic Doric chiton. All he knew was that the tourist who'd just come in looked like a short fat lady with brown skin, curly golden hair, weirdly skinny arms, bulging jaundiced eyes, and a toga made out of a bright purple children's Pony Heist bedsheet.

Soos laughed, flashing the tourist a double thumbs up. "Hey! Awesome toga. That should really be like a thing. Imagine if we all wore togas. We could just wake up, roll our bedsheets around us like a burrito, and go out!"

"Watch out, you can't tell when Big Fashion is listening in." 

"Haha. Who?"

The tourist hadn't looked at Soos once; instead, her gaze was darting around the shop restlessly.

"Are you shopping for something specific?" Soos asked with his best customer service voice. "Post cards? Snow globes? Weird taxidermy thingamajigs? Pants?"

"Where are the Pines?" the tourist asked, casting a sharp look at the "employees only" door, then the vending machine.

"Oh, Mr. Pines! The original Mr. Mystery! Heh—he actually retired a few months ago. The Mystery Shack's under new management!" Soos planted his fists on his hips and puffed up his chest. "It's me, I'm the new management."

"But where are they?" the tourist pressed.

"Uhh, he and his bro are somewhere in South America, I think? Hey, if you wanna meet him in person, his last letter said he might visit for spring break if the family can make it. First week in April."

"First week in April," the tourist muttered. She glanced over her shoulder toward the door, thoughtfully fiddling with the time tape wrapped around her waist.

"Oh, dude! I've tried to use a tape measure as a belt too! Haha! It worked great, until I bumped the button and it retracted. Yeesh. Hey, do you want a fur belt? We sell fur belts now." Soos turned away, rummaging through the new display next to the t-shirts. "They're all sustainably, ethically harvested! I bought a bunch of old rugs from the Northwest Manor to slice up."

Soos grabbed up a fuzzy pink belt. "Check it, I think this is unicorn hide or something. Bet it'd go so good with that Pony Heist toga..."

The tourist had seemingly vanished in thin air. Soos looked around. "Huh." He shrugged and stuck the belt on a shelf beneath the cash register in case she came back and decided she wanted it later.

Once all the other visitors had left for the day, and Soos was left alone to clean up, he thought back to that togaed tourist whose yellowish eyes had never stopped moving—the way she'd looked toward the door as though worried someone was following her. Soos glanced around the shop nervously. "Is anyone there?" He lifted his broom like a samurai sword. "Hello? Big Fashion?"

Nothing answered. He shrugged and kept sweeping.

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April 1, 2013

A vengeful demon who possessed nothing but two safety pins, a time tape belt, and a purple Pony Heist bedsheet chiton stood in the center of the Mystery Shack gift shop.

Which was weird, because Soos didn't hear the door and she totally hadn't been standing there a moment ago.

"Oh hey! Toga Lady!" Soos turned to Wendy, who was picking up a few bucks working spring break while Melody visited her family. "It's Toga Lady. She came in like a month ago. The toga's cool, right? I think it's cool."

Wendy glanced up, choked back a laugh, and scrambled to grab her phone for a picture.

"So, where are the Pines?" Toga Lady asked, with an edge of impatience.

"Oh, dude, did you come all the way back here to meet them? Sorry, the Mr. Pineses couldn't make it. They couldn't get a flight out of Atlanta." Soos stopped, frowned, and pulled a water-stained letter from his pocket to double check. "Sorry, Atlantis. Something about a giant lobster attack?"

"Daryll would pick now to invade," Toga Lady muttered. "I suppose the children aren't here."

How did she know about the children? Maybe she'd visited last summer and remembered them? Like, early summer, before Pony Heist came out. Soos would have remembered the toga. "Naw, heh. They went to Roswell."

"Oh, cool," Wendy said distractedly, busy texting a picture of Toga Lady to everyone she knew. "Checking out the competition."

"Yeah, Dipper's sending me like a billion pictures of the alien museum."

"Well," Toga Lady said impatiently, "when are they showing up?"

Soos was beginning to get the impression that Toga Lady was less an admiring fan, and more one of those customers. The kind that used speaking to the manager as a threat. All the same, he said, "June first, for sure. That's when the kids get here for summer break so the Mr. Pineses are coming too. Definitely. Promise."

She rolled her eyes—one of them twitched, like she'd gotten something in it and was struggling to keep it open—but said, "All right, fine! June. What's the difference? I've waited this long." She leaned next to the door by the snow globe shelves, fiddling with her belt, as if she was settling in to wait right there for the next two months.

Soos frowned—she might drive off tourists, blocking the door like that—but said, "Oh! While you're here, I thought you might be interested in this belt." He reached past Wendy to grab it from beneath the cash register. "I didn't get a chance to show you last time before—"

He looked toward the door. She was gone. "Huh. Did you see Toga Lady leave?"

Wendy shrugged. "Wasn't looking."

"Huh." Soos replaced the belt. At least he knew when he'd see her next.

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June 1, 2013

"What's with the belt?" Stan asked.

"Oh! It's for a regular." Soos pointed with both hands at the fuzzy pink belt peeking beneath his suit jacket. "I think she's comin' today. She wanted to meet the original Mr. Mystery."

"Hey, an admirer." Stan's chest puffed out and his grin widened. "Is she cute?"

"Uh... if you like bedsheet togas?"

"Ooh, a party girl."

"These are new," Ford said, inspecting a jar with an alien fetus floating in green goo.

"Oh, yeah!" Soos said, following as Stan joined Ford at the glass display case. "Dipper sent me like, a billion keychains of these little alien guys from Roswell. So I started filling Abuelita's empty spice jars with aliens and green jello. Cool, huh? It looks like we stole them from a secret government lab or something."

Stan laughed, slinging an arm around Soos. "Listen to this! Brilliant! I knew I put the right guy in charge."

Soos grinned goofily. "Aw, gee, Mr. Pines..."

A flash of purple caught the corner of his eye. Toga Lady was leaning next to the door by the snow globe shelves, fiddling with her belt.

Here was a chance to show off his great business instincts with Stan watching. Time to make a sale. "Oh, hey, Toga Lady! I didn't hear you come in! Still rockin' Pony Heist, huh? Hey, I've been trying to show you this belt I think you'll like..."

But she wasn't listening to him. Her gaze was fixed on the Pines twins' backs. As Soos watched, her expression darkened, and her grin widened.

The vengeful demon reached past the snow globes, seized a heavy "mysterious green crystal cluster ($250)" made of glue and broken glass, and heaved it up over his head. "Hey, Sixer!" Face contorted in a snarl of a smile, he turned the cluster over, sharp shards pointing downward. "Welcome home!"

Bill Cipher swung the glass weight down toward Ford's head.

(If you wanna keep reading, all chapters are on tumblr right here!)

[quichein-me-softly]

reminisce w/ sans and papyrus

(Plot: Each night, Sans tucks Papyrus into bed and tells him a bedtime story. But tonight, Papyrus asks for something different—a story about you, Sans’ late lover and the group’s best friend, who passed away from old age. As Sans recounts heartfelt memories, the brothers reflect on the love and friendship they shared with you, cherishing those moments that still linger. — TW: death from old age)

(author's note: still technically a sans x reader buckle up, it's the bittersweet kind of angst)

Papyrus’ bedroom was as vibrant and full of energy as he was, bright red curtains framing the window and his collection of action figures proudly displayed on shelves. His bedspread, a bold, heroic blue with star patterns, was tucked neatly, and his beloved plushies were arranged at the foot of the bed. Despite the playful atmosphere of the room, tonight felt different—quieter.

Sans stood beside Papyrus’ bed, his hands resting deep in his hoodie pockets, watching as his brother settled in for the night. The routine was familiar: Papyrus would climb under the covers, adjusting his pillow just so, and Sans would sit at the edge of the bed, ready to offer a bedtime story. But tonight, as Papyrus tucked himself in, something lingered in the air between them, a heaviness neither of them could ignore.

Papyrus looked up at Sans, his usually bright eyes a little softer, more contemplative. "SANS..." he began, his voice gentler than usual, a stark contrast to his typical booming enthusiasm. "DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TELL ME A STORY? ABOUT... HER."

Sans froze for a moment, the question hanging in the air. Papyrus reached up, clutching his blanket just a little tighter, as if it could bring comfort. "I MISS MY BEST FRIEND."

The words hit Sans harder than he expected. He glanced down, the edges of his usual grin softening as he exhaled quietly. The small lamp on Papyrus' nightstand cast a warm, dim glow across the room, making it feel almost like a bubble, a space where nothing from the outside world could touch them.

"yeah, bro," Sans said, his voice low but steady, "i miss her too."

Papyrus shifted in the bed, the quiet between them lingering. He always trusted Sans to know what to say, to find the right words even when things felt uncertain. But tonight, it seemed even Sans was grasping for the right way to start. Still, he sat down at the edge of the bed like always.

The springs giving a soft creak under his weight. He leaned back, resting his elbow on his knee, and glanced over at Papyrus. The soft glow of the lamp highlighted the quiet vulnerability in Papyrus' expression. Sans felt a twinge in his chest, but he kept his tone light, like always.

"what kind of story ya want?" he asked, his voice soft, carrying the familiar warmth he used when he was trying to keep things easy, even when they weren't.

Papyrus adjusted his pillow, pulling the blanket up snug around his chest. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, lost in thought, before turning his gaze back to Sans. His voice was quieter than usual, full of that same innocent sincerity he always carried, but tinged with a longing that Sans knew all too well.

"SOMETHING... HAPPY," he said after a moment, his voice carrying a note of hope. "SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE SHE’S STILL HERE... EVEN IF JUST FOR A MOMENT."

Sans felt his chest tighten at that, but he didn’t let it show. He was good at that—keeping things locked away. He gave a slow nod, keeping his gaze steady on Papyrus. "yeah... i can do that." His voice was soft, but there was a promise in it. "got plenty of those."

Papyrus smiled, a small but genuine one, as he settled further into the bed. "GOOD. SHE ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH, SANS. JUST LIKE YOU DO." His eyes closed, his expression peaceful but expectant, waiting for his brother to begin.

Sans looked at him for a long moment, his grin fading slightly as he let the silence linger, gathering his thoughts. He missed you too—more than he let on. But tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight was about remembering you the way you'd want them to: with smiles and laughter.

"alright," he finally said. "i think i got just the one..."

Sans closed his eyes too, letting the memory take shape, the edges of it coming into focus like a picture being pulled from a fog.

“there was this one time,” Sans began, his voice settling into that comfortable rhythm he always used when telling stories, “when she decided she wanted to learn how to bake. she had seen one of those cooking shows—y’know, the ones that make it look way easier than it actually is.”

Papyrus made a quiet sound of recognition, as if he already knew where the story was going. "I REMEMBER THAT!" he murmured softly.

Sans chuckled, a fondness in his tone. “yeah, you were there for part of it, bro. she started out all confident, had a cookbook open and everything. flour everywhere, counters a mess... she insisted it was ‘part of the process,’ even when there were more ingredients on the floor than in the bowl.”

The memory unfolded before him, clear and vivid.

The kitchen had been filled with the smell of butter and sugar. You stood in the middle of the kitchen, the cookbook propped open on the counter, your eyes scanning the recipe like you were deciphering an ancient code. You had this determined look on your face, lips pressed into a firm line as you measured flour and sugar, both already scattered like snow across the counters.

The thought of it made him smile even now.

"this is gonna be amazing," you had declared, giving Sans a quick glance as if you needed to convince yourself as much as him. Sans just leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, watching with that easy smile of his. "sure, looks like you got it all under control." You had nodded, though the kitchen looked like it had been hit by a small hurricane of baking supplies. Measuring cups clattered, and the mixer whirred as you added ingredients with more enthusiasm than precision. There was a streak of flour on your cheek, but you didn’t notice.

“she had flour in places i didn’t even know flour could get,” Sans added, his voice full of amusement.

Papyrus chuckled lightly from under the covers, his eyes still closed. "SHE NEVER WAS VERY GOOD AT COOKING, WAS SHE?"

Sans grinned faintly, shaking his head. "nah, not at all. but she had heart, that’s for sure. kept sayin’ she’d get it right if we gave her some time."

Time. The bitter irony clung to him like a relentless shadow.

“At one point, she handed me this... uh, spoon—i think?" Sans paused, the details blurred as a sense of dread settled deep in his bones. He was forgetting.

He clenched his fists tight, as if somehow that could hold the memories in place, hold you in place. It was all he had left of you—fragile, fleeting, and fading. Still, he continued.

"told me to stir the batter while she cracked the eggs. problem was, she missed the bowl—dropped one right on the counter.”

You handed Sans a wooden spoon and gestured toward the bowl with a flourish. "Okay, stir this while I get the eggs," you said confidently. He took the spoon, giving the batter a half-hearted stir while watching you carefully crack an egg. Well, almost carefully. The egg slipped from your fingers and cracked open on the counter, the yolk oozing across the surface. “you, uh, missed the bowl,” Sans commented with a grin. You had just shrugged, wiping your hands on your already flour-coated apron. "That’s fine. It's part of the process, right?" you said, a smile creeping over your features. Sans didn’t say anything, just watched as you cracked another egg—this time managing to get it in the bowl. You were nothing if not persistent, and he admired that.

“the kitchen was basically a war zone by the time she was done," Sans said, the memory clear in his mind. "but she didn’t care. she just laughed about it."

Papyrus opened his eyes slightly, smiling at the thought. "AND SHE STILL INSISTED THAT IT WOULD TURN OUT GREAT. SHE ALWAYS DID THAT."

The memory played on like a movie in Sans' mind. He could still see you, standing in front of the stove with this fierce determination, your hair slightly messy from concentrating so hard. You looked so beautiful.

Eventually, after much trial and error, the cookies were finally in the oven. You stood in front of the stove, hands on your hips, a look of proud accomplishment on your face, even though the counters were still a disaster and the mixing bowl looked like it had seen better days. "These are going to be amazing," you declared confidently, look like you hadn't a care in the world. Sans had just leaned back, arms crossed, watching you with that same lazy grin. "we’ll see."

“she finally pulled out the tray of cookies, right?” Sans continued, his grin widening a little. “they were... well, let’s just say they weren’t the most edible things in the world. hard as rocks. you probably could’ve used ‘em to build a house.”

Papyrus giggled softly. "I REMEMBER BITING INTO ONE! I THOUGHT I HAD CRACKED A TOOTH!"

When the timer finally dinged, you pulled the tray from the oven with an excited grin. "Behold!" you said, holding it up for Sans and Papyrus to see. Sans had squinted at the cookies. They were not exactly what you’d hoped for. The cookies were solid lumps, misshapen and blackened at the edges, but you still beamed like you’d created a masterpiece. "well," Sans had said, "they sure look... unique." Papyrus, full of his usual optimism, had grabbed one immediately, not one to be deterred by appearances. He took a big bite, his enthusiasm quickly faltering as he chewed—his face scrunching up in a way that even he couldn’t hide.

"SHE NEVER STOPPED SMILING, EVEN AFTER WE TRIED THEM," Papyrus said, giggling softly at the memory.

Sans laughed quietly, the sound more genuine now. “yeah, she just laughed and said they’d make great paperweights.’"

If Sans concentrated, he could hear you—laughing along with the both of them as if the whole thing had been an adventure instead of a culinary disaster. You never let it bother you, the mistakes, the mess. You just rolled with it, making light of everything as you went. That was how you were. Even when things didn’t go the way you planned, you made it fun.

“even though the cookies were rock solid, it didn’t matter,” Sans said softly, his grin softening as the memory settled in. "she had this way of making everythin’ feel easier. like it didn’t matter if you messed up ‘cause it was still fun."

Papyrus shifted under the covers, a quiet smile on his face. "I MISS HER, SANS... SHE REALLY WAS THE BEST."

Sans nodded, his own voice low, filled with warmth and a little sadness. "yeah, bro. she really was."

As Sans sat there, basking in the silence, his mind lingered on more than just the humor of the baking disaster. Beneath the surface of his storytelling, there was a deeper ache he didn’t show. That smile you always wore, the way you found joy in the smallest things—it stuck with him. It haunted him in moments like this, when the night was quiet, and Papyrus was listening intently, hanging on his every word.

Sans had always admired that about you, even though he’d never said it out loud. How you made even the most mundane moments feel meaningful, like the universe wasn’t so heavy after all. It wasn’t just the baking. It was the stargazing, the late-night talks, the way you understood him without asking too many questions. You just got him.

And now, with you gone, he found himself wondering if anyone else would ever understand him like that again.

The memory of your last moments was sharper, harder to shake.

It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where the sun hung low in the sky, casting warm, golden light through the windows of your small home. Sans sat beside your bed, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, shoulders hunched a little more than usual. He'd been there for hours, barely moving, just watching you. He didn’t say much. Didn’t need to. The usual banter, the jokes he was known for, all felt… insignificant. They couldn't reach you now, not where you were heading.

You had grown weak—more delicate, but never losing that spark in your eyes. You kept that warmth, that sense of humor that made the world feel okay, right until the end.

But even that couldn’t stop the inevitable. You were human, after all, and humans didn’t live as long as monsters.

Sans knew that.

You were lying beneath the covers, your breaths coming slower than they had just days before. Your body had grown frail over the years, a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively person he’d known for so long. Yet, despite everything, your eyes still had that twinkle—soft but bright, as if you were still in on a joke no one else knew. You smiled at him, even now, with so little strength left in your body. You were always like that. Unshakable. “hey,” Sans muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "how ya doin’?"

He could recall the way you’d held his hand, squeezing it weakly as your breath grew shallow, your eyes still filled with that same quiet strength you always had. And Sans just sat there, trying to keep it together, trying to make one last joke to ease the tension.

You gave a quiet chuckle, though it was weaker than the laughs he remembered. “I’ve had better days,” you replied softly, squeezing his hand as best you could. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep him anchored in the moment. He chuckled too, though it was more of a breath than anything. “heh… yeah, i bet. guess i’m not exactly helpin’ either. just sittin’ here… not even cracking a good one-liner. shame on me, huh?” You smiled again, that soft, knowing smile that never failed to pull him back from the edge. Even now, when you were slipping away, you were still trying to make him feel better. That’s how you’d always been. Always more worried about others than yourself. “I think… you’ve earned a break from the jokes,” you whispered, your eyes half-lidded but still focused on him. "Besides… I’ve heard all your best ones by now."

But the words stuck in his throat.

Sans gave a small shrug, even as his throat tightened. "yeah, guess that’s fair." He didn’t know what else to say. He’d always been good with words, always knew how to spin a situation into something lighter. But now? Now there was nothing to say. Your breath hitched, and Sans’s grip on your hand tightened instinctively. He didn’t want to admit what was happening, didn’t want to face the reality of the situation. You’d been a part of his life for so long—made it feel less lonely, less pointless. He wasn’t ready to let go, not yet. “you don’t gotta… do this, y’know?” Sans murmured, his voice barely audible. "you could just… hang on a little longer. for me." Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment before slowly reopening, your gaze softening even more. “Sans… it’s okay. I’m tired,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath now. "But I’m glad you’re here." He looked down at his hand gripping yours, feeling the fragility of your bones beneath his fingers. The world around him felt like it was closing in, shrinking until it was just the two of you in that small, sunlit room. You looked beautiful, even then. He could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, each second reminding him that time was running out. You took a slow, shuddering breath, and for a moment, Sans thought about all the times you’d sat with him in silence, watching the stars, or those late nights when you’d laugh at his stupid puns, or that one time you tried baking with him and Papyrus, filling the kitchen with the smell of burnt cookies. It all came flooding back, memories layered on top of each other, but none of them seemed enough to stop what was happening now.

He felt so helpless, watching you slip away, knowing there was nothing he could do. Nothing but sit by your side, holding on, even when you were already gone.

When the last breath left your lips, a silence had settled over him like a heavy blanket. He felt hollow, like part of him had vanished with you. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to keep going.

Your grip on his hand loosened, and he felt the change immediately. “Thank you, Sans,” you whispered, your voice so faint it was almost lost to the air. And just like that, you were gone. He could’ve dusted away right there. The room felt too quiet, too still. The sun still streamed in through the windows, casting that warm light across your face, but you weren’t there to see it. Sans sat there, staring at your hand for what felt like an eternity, his heart pounding in his chest, but his body numb. He wanted to move, to do something—anything—but he couldn’t. All he could do was sit there, trying to process the fact that you were gone. Just like that.

Papyrus had been there, of course. His brother, ever the optimist, had been the one to pull him through, motivating him to smile through the pain. Papyrus was the sole reason Sans was still here, constantly pushing him to become the best version of himself. For you.

Papyrus found him an hour later, still sitting in the same spot, eyes hollow and distant. His brother had gently touched his shoulder, encouraging him to stand, to keep moving, to keep living. But Sans had never really left that room, not fully. A part of him had stayed there with you.

Sans wasn’t the same since. And in the quiet of his own thoughts, he had made a promise: he wasn’t going to let anyone else in like that again. Not after losing you.

He shook the thought away before it could settle too deep. He couldn’t let it get to him, not now. Papyrus needed him, needed these stories to remember you by, and Sans wouldn’t let his own grief show. That was his thing, wasn’t it?

But inside, he missed you more than he could ever say out loud. More than he let anyone know—not even Papyrus.

And even though he hates making them, he kept his promise. He wouldn’t let himself fall in love again. Not after you.

You were everything.

"goodnight, paps."

[naberiuz]

light of his life (fire in his loins) NSFW

Read on: AO3

“Does Light have any experience?” L whispers to his ear.

Light grits his teeth, seething. In another scenario, he would have admitted the truth. But this was L who held everything over his head, who makes Light feel inadequate, like he’s still just a child who needs to be gently guided through every single thing.

“Who do you take me for?” He replies irritably.

(In the most plain sense, Light loses his virginity to his boss.)

Thank you, off to the races by lovely_yellow_strawberry and (Not) According to Plan by FlamesRise for making a home in my brain.

I’m on that age gap, power imbalance, daddy kink lawlight grind bros. This shit is serious.

Massive thank you to Eli (astral_aphelion) for never giving up on me 😭

-

Light’s back slams on expensive oak doors. Had he been in his right mind, he would’ve voiced out a strong complaint at the rough treatment. But the tongue and teeth currently assaulting his neck deprived him from following through that line of thought.

Light Yagami, 22, is on a mission. He had been paid very generously by L’s business rival, Eraldo Coil, to dig up dirt on his boss. Any less than legal transaction, any unpleasant history, any petty mistake he could use to smear L’s pristine reputation. Light sincerely doubted Eraldo Coil would ever have enough to even put a smudge on L's name, but he’s got a bone to pick with his boss. 

His terribly unprofessional, inappropriate boss who never appreciates all the hard work he does. His boss who blatantly disregards etiquette and dress code, always running light ragged with insignificant tasks on top of his already demanding workload.

L, who is currently kissing him with a hunger so ravenous he might as well be devouring him.

If he could ruin the older man in some way, even just the slightest bit… then it’s worth it. He'll be paid as a nice bonus too.

He doesn’t know how it happens, but L manages to open the door behind him. Light tumbles backward, but he’s caught by L’s arm around his waist. It would have been a sweet gesture, had it not for L’s palm sliding over his ass cheek to grope him tightly. 

Light curses himself for his inebriation, having had too much wine to drink during his dinner with L. A date, he insisted. He entertained the older man’s request mostly because he knew something like this would happen.

Unfortunately for L, Light is good at multitasking. He starts making a quick note of his surroundings while L ravishes his throat. Sleek white marble floors, a huge Pollock painting hanging in the living space, towering bookcases. A home office to his right, where he could possibly start his digging while L is asleep.

He’s quickly distracted by L turning him around to hold him from behind, his back to the older man’s chest. And a very prominent bulge poking at his backside. L noses at his neck, pressing soft, little kisses.

“Does Light have any experience?” L whispers to his ear. His hands are already working on unbuttoning light’s shirt. The impatient bastard . “I wonder if Light will even be any good in bed?”

Light grits his teeth, seething. He’s had several casual flings. All of them wrapped around his pinky finger before he eventually cast them aside. He kissed them, touched them, promised them meaningless things, but Light couldn’t ever consider intercourse with any of them. It was something that felt too intimate, too exposing, and Light just wasn’t willing to give anyone that privilege.

In another scenario, he would have admitted his lack of experience. But this was L, who held everything over his head. Who makes Light feel inadequate, like he’s still just a child who needs to be gently guided through every single thing. Like he didn’t graduate top of class and continues to deliver exceptionally as L’s secretary. Light refuses to give him the satisfaction this time.

“Who do you take me for?” He replies irritably, digging his nails over L’s forearms as the older man worked through the last of the buttons.

“As expected of Light. Stellar in everything, even in bed. Surely I won’t be disappointed?” L teases, licking the shell of his ear.

Light couldn’t stop the shudder that wracked him, moaning lowly. “You—if anything, it’s you I’m worried about.” He fires back, fully intending it as an insult. 

L chuckles, turning him around to face him once more. Light should hate how he’s being manhandled like this.

“I do not claim to be experienced. Maybe Light could teach me?”

Light bites his lip. Instead of replying, he closes the gap between them, going for another deep kiss. L returns it just as fiercely, cupping his hands under Light’s butt and lifts. Light lets out a gasp, not expecting the sudden change, wrapping his legs around the other man’s hips.

L’s penthouse is huge and opulent, and Light wishes he had enough time to take all of it in. L tosses him on the bed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before turning around to rummage around his drawers. Light takes that moment to appreciate the king-sized bed and the floor to length windows showcasing a view of Tokyo's nightscape. His disheveled reflection looks back at him, dotted by twinkling neon lights from the city below.

He brings his gaze back to the other man. L lazily pops the buttons of his shirt, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

It infuriates Light. 

L moves so slowly, eyes trained on him, like a predator who had cornered his prey. Just moments away from claiming his prize.

Light sits up to shake off his already unbuttoned shirt, then removes his pants with as much grace as he could muster despite the tremor in his hands. He meets L‘s gaze the entire time, who just watches him appreciatively. His very pale, toned body almost looks glowing under the moonlight.

“Such a beautiful boy.” L murmurs, crawling forward to bracket Light’s body with his arms. “So delightful. Like strawberry shortcake.”

Light rolls his eyes at the corny expression. He runs a hand over the other man’s chest, then tries to push the other to lay down. But L doesn’t budge.

Instead, L pushes his shoulders flush on the bed, and settles himself between Light’s legs.

Light’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This position is—

“I can’t wait to finally have you.” L says softly, almost like prayer. “You have no idea how much I’ve pictured you laying on my sheets.”

Light’s breath hitches. He couldn’t think of a response, pressing his lips together and turning his head to the side. His face burns from the confession. He shouldn’t be surprised, he knows he’s objectively very attractive. Not even L has the immunity to his charm. But for the older man to admit it so easily…

“Shy?” L has that teasing lilt on his voice again. He runs both hands along Light’s thighs, before catching his fingers on the waistband of his underwear. Light tenses, before forcefully willing himself to relax as L rolls it off his ankles.

Light feels self conscious under L’s shameless staring. He resists the urge to curl around himself. Instead, he raises a brow at the other. “What are you waiting for?” He challenges.

L hums appreciatively before smirking at the younger man, eyes glinting.

“Spread your legs for me, Light.”

Light felt the back of his ears run hot at the order. How dare he, demanding him to expose himself like some whore . He bites his lip in humiliation. Slowly, hesitantly, he spreads his legs, while L religiously watches each motion.

“Gorgeous…” L exhales out breathlessly, hands coming up at the back of Light’s knees to push his thighs further apart. He reaches for Light’s hand, trailing kisses to his knuckles, his palm, his wrist. “You’re perfect. But you know that, right?”

Light swallows, looking at his hand over L’s, unable to maintain meeting the older man’s gaze. Something unfamiliar blooms in his chest, spreading to his belly.

L reaches behind him to pick up a bottle of lube. Light waits with bated breath as L slicks two of his fingers, before pressing up one to his hole.

It feels…weird. It didn’t feel too unpleasant, or perhaps he was expecting more pain. Light chews on his lip, while L gazes at him from above, smiling. 

“You are clean, aren’t you?”

Light huffs at the ridiculous question. “Of course.” He’s never had anything down there.

L hums in approval, pressing a second finger, and this time, Light tenses in discomfort. A twinge of pain shoots up his spine, making his eyes scrunch.

“Has it been a while for Light?” The older man asks, pumping his fingers into Light purposefully. The younger man only sniffs and turns his head away, trying to steady his breathing while the older man fucks him open.

Inside L’s brain, a theory starts to form. Something doesn’t feel right…

L is not a nice man, so he pushes a third finger in without warning. The resulting gasp and tightening of Light’s hole was expected and delightful. Light grabs at his wrist, trying to slow his hand. 

“L--wait please—“ Light stutters, eyes pinched and wet with growing tears. L takes pity, slowing down to allow him to adjust. He pushes all three to the knuckle and waits, idly rubbing inside Light’s walls.

The younger man looks so out of breath just from his fingers. L watches him closely, the minute twitches on Light’s eyelids, the tightening of his jaw, the quick rising and falling of his chest.

He presses a feather-light kiss on Light’s cheek, whispering. “You’re doing so good baby, just a bit more”. Light sends him a heated glare before exhaling deeply.

L draws his fingers out and plunges in again, seeking with a purpose. 

Light jolts with a high pitched yelp. 

Right there.

L wastes no time to jab at Light’s prostate, mean fingers bullying past the resistance of the younger man’s hole. Light is wound so tight, fearing for his mind as all thoughts dissolve from his brain, neurons working in overdrive to make sense of the intense pleasure he was feeling.

“I can’t wait to get in you. Stuff you full of my cock. Wouldn’t you like that?” L punctuates his words with his fingers, still hitting that accursed spot inside him. Light keens in reply, back arching off L’s high thread count sheets.

Stupid, stupid old man. How dare he talk to him using such crass words. Once they’re through, he’ll make sure L won’t be able to bear the shame of humiliation once Light exposes whatever dirty secret he has.

Suddenly, L withdraws his fingers out, giving Light a moment of reprieve. He relaxes bonelessly on the bed, groaning in relief. He dimly registers the sound of latex as L puts a condom on. 

But L, the bastard, is not allowing him to rest. He places his hands on the back of Light’s knees, pushing his thighs flush against his shoulders. He lets go of one to position himself against Light.

Light could only watch as the tip of L’s cock kissed his rim, trepidation coursing through his veins. It looked so thick, how was that going to fit inside h—

L’s cock breaches past his rim, and he’s seizing up, tightening involuntarily. There was no way he could have prevented the loud yelp that escaped from his throat. L keeps pushing in, groaning lowly, sinking inch by inch into Light’s warmth. Instinctively, he tries to pull away, trying to move his hips, but L only wraps his arms around his waist to pull him closer, shushing him with an apologetic kiss to his calf.

Light feels so full, like all his breath got punched out of his gut. L is not small by any means, and he’s in so deep and Light couldn’t even form a single thought. Desperately he tries to get used to the older man’s girth, but he has no idea on what he should do. 

“So tight…” L groans out breathlessly. Light thought that was the end of it, until L snapped his hips and truly, bottomed out inside him. Light let out a choked cry, nails digging on L’s back, taking in shallow gulps of air. 

L draws out slowly, noticing how Light breathed much easier as he pulled more of his length out, the younger relaxing considerably once only the tip of his cock is left.

L chuckles lowly.

He thrusts back without warning, roughly shoving his cock back inside Light’s tight little hole. Light shouts in surprise, before biting his lip in embarrassment. It’s a pitiful attempt to silence his whimpers. 

“What’s the matter, darling?” L talks through each brutal thrust he makes. “Your previous partners too small compared to me?” Light shakes his head with a sob, screwing his eyes shut. The tears that have been gathering in his eyes spill over from the action.

L falters in his movements, as if compelled by the image. Right here, on L’s king-sized bed, Light looked like the very definition of an angel.

He makes a point to drive his cock all the way in and pushes Light’s hips down, preventing him from squirming. Making him take all of his cock properly like a good boy.

He leans in to whisper to the younger’s ear. “Or because it’s the first time you’ve had a cock up your little cunt?” 

He watches as Light slowly opens his eyes, anger showing past the tears. Light squirms in discomfort, trying to push at L’s shoulders. Damn it, damn you L. Light wants to spit endless scathing words to his face.

“Answer me, Light.” He asks again, punctuating his words with a roll of his hips. The younger presses his mouth in a thin line, no doubt trying to stop all the vitriol he's been keeping from L. Light glares at him through bleary eyes. Not trusting his own voice, he nods. 

L tuts, like he’s reprimanding a child. “Use your words.” He says, tone firm.

He watches in amusement as Light grits his teeth before answering. “Y-yes.” He confesses, shamed. “I’ve never done this before”.

So fucking perfect . “There we go. Was that so hard?” L chides condescendingly. He withdraws his hips again, intent to resume the rough pace he had set prior. He wraps his arms around Light’s lower back and fucks into Light’s virgin hole.

Light throws his head back, moaning loudly, no longer trying to keep quiet. He sounds so heavenly to L, looking like a dream with his wet lashes and tear tracks on his cheeks. And L can’t, can never get enough. He cups his hands around light’s ass cheeks and lifts, yanking him towards his cock in time with his thrusts, fucking him like he’s a toy to be used.

“You take me so well. You love this, don't you?” L growls at him, but Light couldn’t respond through the thousands of lightning bolts coursing through his body. L is fucking him so deeply and thoroughly, Light swears he’s rearranging his guts, molding his body to fit around him perfectly. He can’t decide if it hurt or felt good, unable to even open his eyes to glare at the other.

L thrusts at a particular angle, and Light seizes up so violently he’s scared something snapped in his brain. He’s unaware of how loud he was being. He’s completely at L’s mercy as the older man keeps thrusting, relentlessly chasing his own release, Light’s melodious wails stirring him on like mersong.

“Light, baby, you feel so good—” L grunts out,  pistoning with wild abandon. He seeks Light’s hand again and presses a searing kiss on his palm, intertwining their hands together.

“L! A-Ahn please! Please I—“

Light cries out in pure ecstasy, coming untouched, brought to his release purely by L’s cock. L’s thrusts lose their rhythm and finally he too comes with a loud groan, seating himself fully inside Light.

They lay unmoving for several moments, catching their breaths. L peppers him sweet kisses, on his temple, his cheek, the corner of his lip. 

“Good boy.” He praises him softly. Light whimpers weakly in response.

Light whines as L pulls out, feeling the cold air on his poor, gaping hole. It takes him a few seconds to notice the slick cum that drips out of him and into the sheets.

Fuck. The condom broke.

But Light is too wrung out to care, flopping his head back on the sheets to try and gather his bearings. Shit, how did all of this happen? What was he even doing here?

L removes the useless latex off his cock and settles behind Light to wrap his arms around his waist. They lay there for a couple of minutes, resting and basking in the aftermath. Light is on the brink of falling asleep when the older man’s next words jolt him back to consciousness.

“How much did he pay you?” L whispers to his ear. He enjoys the feeling of Light tensing in controlled panic. He rubs soothing circles on Light’s stomach with his thumb.

Light bites his lip in contemplation. L didn’t seem to be angry, judging by the gentleness of his touch. And he figures there’s no use trying to get out of this mess. What could he even possibly do?

He breathes a sigh through his nose.

“Fifteen million yen.” 

Behind him, L scoffs in offense. He can feel him shake his head in amusement. 

“Only? That bastard is a cheapskate.” L moves closer to press a kiss to Light’s shoulder. Already, his hands are traveling down Light’s body, caressing the inside of his thighs.

“You will cut contact with him, understand?” L says plainly, mundanely, like he’s stating a well known fact. It’s not an order, because he knows the younger will agree to everything he says.

“I will.” Light mumbles.

L lifts his thigh, and Light groans helplessly as L buries himself to the hilt once more, jostling the leftover cum still inside. He thrusts his hardening cock a few times, the sounds coming out of Light’s hole sounding so obscene as L pushes more of the cum out of his abused hole.

“If it’s extra compensation you want, you need only ask.”

Light moans his assent, letting the older man manhandle him as he pleases. He voices no complaint as the older man takes him again, ass up and cheek pressed on the sheets.

Light never stood a chance, not even once.

-

Please pay respects to Light's poor bum :'(

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[supersmashreaderz]

Pokémon Trainer(Male/Red)x Reader – Playing with His Pokémon

Reader is GN!

It was a peaceful day in the Smash Bros world, and you found yourself spending time with the Pokémon Trainer and his Pokémon team. The trainer had suggested a break from the usual routine, and you couldn’t resist the chance to play with his Pokémon.

As soon as Charizard, Ivysaur, and Squirtle were out of their Poké Balls, they excitedly surrounded you, eager for some fun. The Pokémon Trainer smiled warmly from the side, watching as his Pokémon interacted with you. You could tell he was proud of the bond his Pokémon had formed with you over time.

---

Squirtle

Squirtle was the first to approach, his mischievous grin hinting at his playful nature. He tapped your leg with his tiny blue paw and then dashed off, challenging you to a game of tag. You laughed and chased after him, the two of you zig-zagging around the field. Every time you were about to catch him, Squirtle would use a little blast of water to slip away, splashing you lightly in the process. The trainer chuckled from the sidelines as he watched your playful battle with the Water-type Pokémon.

"You're fast!" you said, breathing hard but grinning as Squirtle hopped onto a rock and struck a victory pose. He may have won this round, but you were determined to get him back later.

---

Ivysaur

Ivysaur was a bit more laid-back compared to Squirtle. He approached you with his vines gently swaying as if inviting you to play catch. He lifted one of his vines and tossed a small ball your way. You caught it with a smile, immediately tossing it back to him. Ivysaur’s vines expertly wrapped around the ball, and he tossed it back with just enough force to make it fun but not too challenging.

As you continued to play catch, the bond between you and Ivysaur grew stronger. You found yourself laughing more and more with each toss, enjoying the peaceful but playful interaction. The Pokémon Trainer smiled, clearly happy to see how well you were getting along with his team.

---

Charizard

Charizard was more of a challenge. He wasn’t the type to play small, so when he saw Squirtle and Ivysaur having fun, he decided to show off a bit. He let out a playful roar, flapping his wings before launching himself into the air. He flew high, casting a shadow over you as he circled above.

You waved up at him, laughing as he dipped low, his massive wings stirring up a gust of wind. Charizard landed in front of you, lowering his head for you to pet him. Despite his intimidating appearance, you knew Charizard had a soft spot for you. You reached up, running your hand over his smooth, warm scales.

“Careful with him,” the Pokémon Trainer said, walking over with a smile. “Charizard can be a bit of a showoff, but he’s a big softie deep down.”

You nodded, smiling up at the massive Pokémon as he playfully nudged your hand with his snout.

---

As the sun began to set, the trainer called his Pokémon over for a break. They gathered around you, each one clearly content after a day of fun. The Pokémon Trainer gave you an appreciative smile as he sat beside you.

“They really like you,” he said, his voice soft. “I haven’t seen them this playful in a while.”

You smiled back at him. “They’re amazing. You’ve done such a great job with them, Red.”

For the rest of the evening, you and the Pokémon Trainer sat together, surrounded by his loyal Pokémon. The connection you shared with him and his team grew stronger with each passing moment, and you couldn’t help but feel that you were right where you belonged.

[the-s1lly-corner]

can you make headcanons for all the tadc cast with a reckless reader?

also, have a good day :)

-daz

TADC cast x reckless! reader!

last post for this batch! ill get right back to answering stuff soon! my cinnamon roll dough is almost done with its first rise and ill have to shape them soon! also gotta make the frosting..! short post since the base of one of my thumbs is getting a lil sore idk if its because ive been typing so much these past few days or if i just slept on my hand wrong; maybe both

CAINE:

youre in luck reader! you cant really get hurt in the digital world...! well, not... traditionally.. you can definitely still feel pain, thats for sure, but i dont think your digital body has any bones to break or skin to scrape..! so hey at least you can kind of be as reckless as you want without consequence...! except, there are consequences. caine is not at all happy at your recklessness.. i mean sure yeah some of his IHAs can be more... intense, i mean zooble almost got turned into a gloink, but..! i think he tones down his adventures just so you wont throw yourself into the danger

POMNI:

tries to stop you but her words fall short as you run in yelling into whatever the threat is without a second thought. "i- wait- er..." and youre gone, leaving pomni to hurry and try to catch up with you. she probably has to drag you to safety, assuming this isnt a case where you got all glitched up by an abstracted circus member.. shes gonna have to work herself up to get you to chill out; perhaps ending in a whole emotional thing where she just. explodes? perhaps

RAGATHA:

just because you cant get hurt doesnt mean shes not going to fuss over you. if there were a need for it i think she would keep a pack of Band-Aids on her. however, because you guys cant get hurt in that way, she tries to keep you in bed when you inevitably get knocked a little too hard and need to rest it off. dont even think about trying to get up out of bed, shes going to give you this stern look that only a few percentage of people can muster.

you know the look

the stern one

scolds you too if you get caught up in something real dangerous

only really softens up if you threw yourself in danger for the sake of another person, because i think ragatha would do the same

JAX:

"bet you cant make that jump"

"bet i <> can!"

que you absolutely eating shit after you fail to make that jump, comically flipping over yourself and face planting. you probably have cartoon birds circling around your head. jax laughs at you before eventually coming over to help you up. he will not let you live this kind of stuff, down

KINGER:

he gets so so scared when youre not in his sight, i think if he knew you were willingly throwing yourself into harms way? this man would have a heart attack! like really, or he would if he still had his organs and stuff...if he could he would keep you in his pillow fort with him forever... but he cant, so he has to settle with following you around with meek attempts to try to stop you

ZOOBLE:

zooble would do similar stuff as jax, but when you actually. go to do the dangerous thing they just pull you back. "dude. i wasnt being serious"

bro has to keep you on one of those kid leashes because your first instinct someone says "bet" or "no balls" or anything in that vein, you need to prove yourself

GANGLE:

her comedy mask probably falls off from the sheer shock from how easily you just. launch yourself into things. on one hand she worries for you, but on the other hand she cant help but feel a little jealous; i mean shes just ribbon and a mask, shes not really... tough... strong.. durable... she wants to be able to run around and do the things you do but theres that fear of being immediately broken down or overpowered, you know? didnt mean to get silly there; anyways i think she would try to keep in you bed to sleep off the soreness, like ragatha

[aventurineswife]

WAIT WE CAN MAKE SUGGESTIVE REQS???? I DIDNT KNOW THAT

ok so like aventurine x reader

and hummmmmmm

bro actually idk

ILL READ ANYTHING WITH AVENTURINE LMAO

“I am yours”

Summary: In the quiet of a shared moment, you and Aventurine find solace in the unspoken connection between you. Though Aventurine’s guarded nature keeps his emotions hidden, his subtle actions speak volumes, conveying a truth he cannot say aloud: even in the waiting, he belongs to you.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Emotional Vulnerability, Subtle Romance, Mutual Understanding, Quiet Intimacy, Found Family Themes.

Warnings: Mentions of Survivor's Guilt, Brief Allusion to Past Trauma, Themes of Emotional Guardedness and Subtle Angst.

A/N: that's what you get for not reading my rules 🧍‍♀️... Also I already wrote a suggestive which was almost discreet smut of Aventurine.. and I had this lying around so have this instead.

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of paper as Aventurine shuffled a deck of cards between his fingers. The precision in his movements was mesmerizing, each card flipping effortlessly into place, as though they were an extension of his will. The air carried the faint scent of his cologne—spiced cedar and a hint of something sweet, like smoke curling from a forgotten ember. He hadn’t spoken in a while, content to let the silence stretch, unbroken but full of meaning.

You watched him from across the room, the dim light casting faint shadows over the sharp lines of his face. His eyes seemed fixed on the cards, but you knew better. Aventurine rarely focused on one thing; his mind was always two steps ahead, weaving possibilities and contingencies, playing a game no one else could see. But tonight, there was no pretense of strategy in the air.

You felt the weight of his attention even when he didn’t look at you, as if his presence reached for you in quiet moments. There was an ease between you, the kind that grew only in the absence of demands. And yet, it wasn’t easy, not really. Being close to Aventurine was always like this—a careful balance, a gamble where the stakes were never entirely clear.

The cards stopped mid-shuffle, and his hands stilled. He leaned back in his chair, his golden rings catching the light as he rubbed the edge of one thumb against the deck. You noticed how his other hand had slipped behind his back, a habit you’d come to recognize in moments of tension.

“Waiting is part of the game,” he once told you. His voice had been light, a teasing lilt that made you smile despite yourself. But it was a truth he lived by—every moment, every pause, calculated with the precision of a master gambler.

Tonight, though, the waiting felt different. Not the cold calculation of a man biding his time but something quieter, softer. His body language betrayed him in small ways—a flex of his fingers, the way his foot tapped once before stilling. You wondered if he was thinking about the words he couldn’t say, the ones he might never find the courage to.

But you didn’t need them.

You shifted closer, your steps slow, deliberate, as though moving too quickly might shatter the fragile stillness. When you stopped beside him, he didn’t look up. Yet, the tilt of his head told you he knew you were there, as he always did. His presence was magnetic, like gravity pulling you into orbit, and you felt that familiar tug deep in your chest.

For a moment, you stood still, unsure of what to say, if anything. The words hung heavy in your throat. He made everything feel like a gamble, even something as simple as reaching out.

Then, as though sensing your hesitation, he shifted slightly, his shoulder brushing against your leg. It was the faintest movement, almost imperceptible, but it carried a weight that words never could. You didn’t need to hear him say it, didn’t need him to look up with that confident smirk that masked so much.

“I am yours,” his actions whispered, even in this silence, even in this waiting.

The weight of it settled over you, not oppressive but grounding. You placed a hand on his shoulder, the fabric of his coat warm beneath your fingers. He didn’t react outwardly, but you felt the tension ease ever so slightly from his frame, like a gamble that had just paid off.

And for a while, neither of you moved. Waiting, perhaps, but no longer alone.

[star-neo-love]

All By Yourself, Sitting Alone [part 1 of 'Not Allowed' series]

☆ Part 2 [I Hope We're Still Friends] ☆ Part 3 [Yeah, I Hope You Don't Mind] coming soon... ☆

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☆ summary: Nick couldn’t remember a time where you weren't a presence in his life. You were a permanent fixture, someone he loved almost as much as his triplet brothers, who had been around since birth. So when you suddenly closed off, drawing into yourself and away from all of them, even him, Nick was hurt. And confused. He couldn’t figure out why you would pull away, the lack of your constant presence beside him eating away at him, plaguing his every thought.

☆ tags: angst (sorry guys), childhood best friends Nick and reader, male reader, hurt/comfort (the comfort comes later, I have more parts planned for this bad boy), Chris and Matt are such good bros, eventual romance between Nick and male!reader, reader distances himself and acts like kind of a jerk but he’s got an excuse guys I promise, nick is hurt, Chris and Matt are just good worried bros ☆ cw: I glossed over a lot of it so it should be fine ns of anxiety, depressive state/mood, bed-rotting (I think??)

☆ word count: 1230 words [short, ik, but this is gonna be a series!!]

☆ hope you guys enjoy!! ☆

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Nick could barely remember a time when you weren't a presence in his life, you were a permanent fixture, someone he loved almost as much as his triplet brothers, who had been around since birth.

You were the next-door-neighbour turned childhood best friend, and you had always stuck around, tagging along and fitting right in with the three identical brothers. Almost like a fourth triplet. You four were a tight-knit group, had been since children, and that never changed.

When Nate joined, your little group of four easily opened to accommodate five. Of course, no bond you or Nate made could quite rival the unparalleled dynamic between the triplets, but that was only natural.

But you had always had the closest bond with Nick, despite being so similar to Chris in temperament, the same hobbies, the same fun humour, the same loud personality, and the same easy charm. Where Nate had gravitated closer to Matt and Chris, you had drifted to Nick from the moment you met, sticking around and clinging to him like a limpet.

The five of you were a group. Everyone knew it.

And so it had always been.

So when you suddenly closed off, drawing into yourself and away from all of them, even himself, Nick was hurt. And confused. He couldn’t figure out why you would pull away, the lack of your constant presence beside him eating away at his heart and mind, plaguing him with thoughts of what he did wrong.

What had he done to push you away?

Countless nights he had tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep and wishing he could just forget about you and move on, but unable to cast you from his thoughts.

You were always on his mind, your laugh, your smile, the way your eyes crinkled and your sharp teeth flashed between perfect lips. How your brows would furrow and your eyes would squint when you were confused, how you would wrinkle your nose and curl your lip when you were disgusted, how your jaw would drop open and your eyes would snap wide when you were offended.

And when he wasn’t busy turning over every detail of you in his memories, he was curled on his side, tears spilling from his eyes as he ran through interactions over and over. Turning them over like a pearl in his head, trying to find the flaw, the reason you left.

He always came up empty, and feeling even worse.

He wished he could just stop thinking of you. After all, you had left him, tossed him aside like you wanted nothing to do with him. Why should he waste his nights on you?

Yet every night he still lay in bed, mind buzzing with overlapping thoughts.

He drew away from his own friends, family, even his two triplet brothers, to the point where he barely even talked to them anymore.

He didn’t even notice, too caught up in his head, his mind whirring at a hundred miles a minute. Thoughts hurtling as he spiralled down, down, down.

He was in bed again, eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling as his thoughts jumbled in his head and sent him tumbling down the by-now-familiar rabbit hole of looming thoughts.

Why did you leave? What did he do? Was he too loud? Did you get into an argument he had forgotten about? Was it because he had come out not too long ago? Did he make you uncomfortable? But you had never shown any discomfort before, in fact, you had been rather overwhelmingly supportive when he had come out, along with Chris, making a huge fanfare that had him rolling his eyes and flushing in embarrassment, turning to hide the massive grin.

But the timing matched up.

“...ck. Nick! NICK!”

Nick jolted, eyes wide and darting about the room in a panicked daze, heart rabbiting and chest heaving as he sat bolt upright in bed. He relaxed as his eyes fell on the concerned and spooked form of his two triplet brothers.

Chris had his arms stretched out as though he had tried to touch him but thought better of it. Matt was sporting an expression that fell between worry and fear, probably shocked at Nick’s extreme reaction.

“...You good?” Chris spoke slowly, tension and hesitance read in every line of both his and Matt’s bodies.

Nick rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose and lying back in bed, turning over to his side.

“What do you think, jackass?” he muttered, voice muffled as he buried his face into his blankets.

“Is this about Y/N?” Chris blurted, a soft thump and a quiet ‘ow’ indicating Matt had probably punched his brother in the arm for the tactless question.

Groaning, Nick turned around again to face the two, who were both staring at him, waiting for his response.

“Yes. Alright? I know it’s stupid and pathetic, now fuck off so I can wallow and mope in peace.” he spat, voice almost a hiss as he shot the two a glare.

There was, truthfully, no reason for him to be bitching at his brothers, they were concerned, and rightfully so. But he was just so frustrated, and confused, and pissed off. It was all boiling over, and he just couldn’t take the disturbance that Matt and Chris were presenting now, even if they were trying to help him.

He just didn’t understand, it was all going so well.

Endless hours tossing and turning, turning that same question over obsessively, like a curse that plagued his every thought, waking or not.

Where did the two of you go wrong?

“Nick...” Matt spoke up, voice hesitant. He understood how Nick was feeling, in part, having some experience in being trapped in his own head, obsessing over memories, tormented by the past. His struggles with anxiety had been bad at its peak, and he could sympathise with his brother, that feeling of being torn up from the inside out with an ever-rising, choking rush of self-blame.

“Nick come on, I know how you’re feeling right now, please... You’ve gotta get up. It’ll get better, I promise Nick, but you have to let go and try. Please.” he pleaded with his brother, voice sounding pained.

Nick huffed. He felt horrible for making his brothers worried, his whole family worried.

But he just couldn’t help it.

He knew Matt was right in his words as well, after all, Nick had said much the same to Matt himself countless times when Matt’s anxiety had been at its worst, and so of course he knew what he should be doing.

He just couldn’t find it in himself to do so. Not when he was so wrapped up in you, drowning in endless questions, and a myriad of regrets and obsessive analysis.

But he couldn’t stay like this forever, and he knew it.

If not for himself, then for his family. For his brothers. For you.

And so he got up.

It was hard, especially the first few weeks, falling back into the spiral of anxious thoughts and overwhelming frustration all too easy. But the staunch support of his brothers held him together when he crumbled apart in his own hands.

He wasn’t better yet, but it was a near thing, and he was making progress every day.

And then you crashed back into his life.

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thanks for reading, hope you guys liked it 🥰!! ooooh, cliffhanger anyone?? ik reader seems like a real jackass in here, BUT I PROMISE HE'LL GET A REDEMPTION ARC I swear🙏🙏🙏😭 I wrote this while listening to watch by billie eilish can you guys tell?

[I'll probably drop a part 2 to this sometime later this week, so hope you guys look forward to that!!😁😁]