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With one day left to go we're just short of 30 podfics!

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[storiesaplenty]

Special time with Santa (18+)

141 X f/Reader

Call of Duty Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: swearing. Smut below the cut. Unprotected sex. Oral (m & f receiving). Pussy fingering. p in v sex. Cum swallowing. Use of nicknames, Santa, little elf. Sex in public. Creampie.

WC: 1297

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Having sex with 141 Task Force as they dress up as mall Santa, and you are dressed up as an Elf.

Captain John Price:

"That's it lovie. Just like that." John groaned from behind the beard. His gloved hands were gripping your waist tight as you rode him.

His cock touching the tip of your cervix as he buried his face between your tits, pulling down the green fabric so he nuzzle the skin.

"Shit, John." He slapped your ass, making you yelping. "Now, now love. What do you call me?" He angled his hips just so, nudging your g-spot.

"Santa." You whined, you back arching as he took a nipple into his mouth. "Mmmm, yes." His mouth popped off your chest.

"Being so naughty aren't you lovie? Making a mess on my pants. Come and give your Santa a kiss."

You whimpered but kissed him through the itchy beard.

The little bells on your shoes made noise as you bounced in his lap, tethering on the edge.

"Santa!" You cried out as you finally came, your pussy gripping his cock so tight, he came.

You could feel him shoot rope after rope of cum in your fluttering pussy, as you collapsed against his chest.

"Mmm, now be a good elf and clean Santa up." He said, as he pulled you off his lap, and onto the ground.

Your mouth wrapped around his softening cock, moaning at the taste of the two of you.

His hands were placed on the back of your head has you leisurely moved your head up and down, cleaning his cock as best as you could.

Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

"Come on baby, take it all." Kyle groaned as he gently thrust his cock down your throat.

You have tears in the corner of your eyes as you look up at him from the floor of the little workshop, the mall put in the Santa Village.

His cock stretching your throat beyond its limits it felt like, but you didn't want to disappoint him, so you breathed through your nose, fighting through the ache as you nuzzled your face into his pubic hair, making him curse under his breath.

"I knew you could do it. I fuckin' knew it." He slapped the armrest of the chair he was sitting in as he raised his hips, making you choke around his cock.

"Fuck, let's do that again." You shook your head no, but he did it again anyways, holding your head in place as you choked around his cock.

Your vision started to become a bit blurry as he fucked your face, you tapping his leg but he was so enthralled with the pleasure your mouth and throat were giving him, he didn't notice, or care to notice.

So you placed your hands on his thighs, which are covered by the red, baggy Santa suit. You looked up at him through the tears, his eyes were closed, the Santa hat barley hanging on, as soft grunts fell from his parted mouth.

You felt the first rope of cum hit the back of your throat before he let out a low groan, his hips bucking against your face as you quickly swallowed.

He pulled his hips back before he was finished coming, some of it landing on your cheek before you wrapped your lips around the tip to finish him off.

"Shit sweetheart. I'm taking you home tonight, and putting you under my tree." Kyle groaned as you continued to suck him off, even as his cock was softening in your mouth.

Sergeant Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

"Keep quiet." Johnny groaned from behind as his hips bounced off your ass. One of his black, gloved hand covering your mouth to keep your moans at bay.

His fake, Santa stomach was sitting on your ass, and pushing into you, making you gasp for air each and every time.

"Santa, Johnny, shit." You whined behind his glove, as you smiled at how well he is fucking you.

Been a while since you have been fucked like this, and it is like he knew, like he is the actual true Santa because all you wanted for Christmas was someone to make you cum and not disappoint you during sex.

"Shit, call me Santa again." He grunted as his pace sped up. His hand leaving your mouth, to wrap around you waist as he the other hand reached around you, gripping your throat and pulling you up and against his body, your own body at an odd angle due to the Santa stomach.

"Let's go you two." Came a knock on the door, the bored voice of the other elf.

"Where?" Johnny groaned in your ear as he nipped the earlobe, making you gasp.

"Inside. Pill, clean." Was all you could get out as he his pace sped up, his hips bouncing off your ass.

The little bells attached at the end of your skirt is making so much noise, but it sounded fuzzy to you.

You gripped his arm that was gripping your throat, as you came, saying Santa over and over again as he let out the loudest moan you have ever heard as he ground against your ass, as his cum filled your pussy, triggering another small orgasm from you.

As Johnny pulled out, you couldn't help but giggle. "So, Santa." You emphasized the word. "Does it for you, huh?"

"Be quiet little elf, or you may get a spankin."

Just the thought of him spanking you, had you clenching your pussy around nothing.

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley:

"Such a good little elf, aren't ya?" Simon grunted into your ear as he fucked you against the wall of the employee bathroom.

You couldn't answer him as he has literally made you stupid because of his cock.

When you first saw his cock, as he pulled it out his Santa costume, he was slowly jerking it off.

The tip shiny with precum and you wanted nothing more than to lick it, but then you noticed how big and long he was.

"It isn't gonna fit." You whimpered. "I'll make it fit." Came his promise and fuck, he made it fit after spending time on his knees, lifting you by your ass to eat and stretch you out on his fingers.

He made you cum so much that you could hardly stand as he stood up, holding you against his body as he lifted you up, all the while thrusting his cock in your still, too tight pussy.

You feel like he is in your stomach every single time he bottoms out inside of you.

"Shit. Made for me, weren't you little elf?"

"Santa Simon." You whined as your head lulled side to side, not even knowing what you were saying as the only thing consuming your thoughts were Simon and his giant cock.

He lifted you up and down his cock, like his own personal flesh light, forcing orgasm after orgasm from your body until you could hardly see straight it seemed.

Simon didn't ask where to cum, he just came inside your shaking, quivering body, your mouth open as he filled you with so much cum, it started to leak around his cock.

"I'll let them know you need a minute." He smirked as he pulled his cock from your body.

The two of you moaning at the feeling of him leaving your body, as his cum slowly dripped down your thighs, and onto your ripped, green elf-tights.

[jedipoodoo]

OMGG I LOVE BABY OMEGA STORIES!! Could it be possible for one with Hunter? Like reader is taking care of bebo Omega snuggling with her, doing her hair, feeding her and stuff. And Hunter is all 😍 about reader and omega together.

I would die because I saw a fan art of Hunter kissing a baby omegas cheek and I’ve fallen in love😭

I KNOW THE FANART YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!! CUTE CHUBBY BEBO OMEGA WHO IS ALWAYS SMILING AND LAUGHING AND GETTING INTO TROUBLE AND STEALING ALL OUR HEARTS AHHH

if anyone is unaware, this is the fanart they're talking about

"The Sweetest Sound" (Sergeant Hunter x Fem!Reader)

Notes: no warnings, just fluff, babies, gendered terms for reader. Divider by @stars-n-spice (click here for more)

Hunter was in the shed, working on a set of shelves one of their neighbors had commissioned. With the door open, he had a perfect view of you and Omega, seated on a blanket on the patio. Omega took one of her wooden blocks from you and started to gnaw on it. You laughed and took it from her, pointing to the letter Hunter had carefully carved in the side.

"This is the letter 'M'," You told her, "It goes mmmmuh. Can you say mmmmuh?"

"Mmm!" Omega nodded, reaching for the block.

"That's right, 'M', as in mmmonky, mmmango, and mmmmilk."

Omega squinted at you, as if that would make the letter on the block more legible. "Muh... muh... muh.... Mama."

Hunter stopped in the middle of sawing. Had he really just heard that? His keen hearing was seldom wrong, and from the way you were looking at Omega with tears beading in your eyes, you'd heard it too.

Omega took the block from your hand, and started smacking it against the block with the letter 'Q'.

"Omega?" you asked, imploring her to repeat herself. Omega carefully balanced the blocks on top of each other, creating a little tower.

Hunter set his tools aside and closed the door to his workshop, just in case Omega got too curious and crawled inside again.

He crouched down next to you and the baby, trying the catch Omega's attention by playing with her bangs.

"Omega, what did you say?"

Her brown eyes twinkled in the sunlight as she beamed up at him, letting out a string of babbling babyspeak.

"No, no, say it again. Mmmm, mmmmama. Can you say Mama?"

"Mmm!" Omega sang, clapping a hand against her block.

"Good job, say it again," Hunter tucked Omega in his arm and turned her to face you, "Who's that, Omega? Is that Mama?"

"Mah!" Omega said, reaching out both arms to you. You let her grasp your fingers and leaned in closer.

"Hi sweet girl," You laughed softly, your eyes shining.

Omega slapped the palms of her hands against your cheeks, "Mama."

Hunter gave a whoop of joy that startled Omega, and she wriggled in his arms, trying to get down and back to her blocks. Hunter set her back on the blanket and turned to you, beaming brighter than you'd ever seen him.

"That was her first word," He told you.

You turned red, "Well, statistically speaking, that's one of the first sounds most babies can make, so it make sense that they'd repeat it and make the word that we associate with 'mother', but-"

"Oh hush, you sound like Tech," Hunter said. He pulled you to your feet so that you could keep a better eye on Omega as she crawled around on the patio. "She called you 'Mama'. That's huge!"

You still couldn't look at him, though the swelling feeling in your chest could only be described as joy. You'd only known the Batch for a short while, but you loved spending time with them, especially with Hunter and Omega.

"I'm sorry she said Mama first. I know you how much you want her to call you Papa."

"Are you kidding? I'm thrilled that she calls you Mama! It's amazing!" Hunter placed both hands on your waist and spun you up in the air. When you came back down, he pulled you close and pressed his forehead to yours. "Do you know how amazing it is that my kid loves you and trusts you enough to call you Mama? I might be the luckiest man in the galaxy."

You giggled softly, "Well, I'm honored."

Hunter kissed your forehead, "You might want to hold off on telling everyone else, though, I think Cross was banking on her first word being a swear word."

"Heaven forbid," You smirked. You rested your head on Hunter's chest as you both turned to look at Omega

Omega had crawled over to the wall of the yard, using the stones to pull herself up with one hand, holding the block with the letter 'P' in the other. When she saw the two of you looking at her, she grinned, and held out the block to Hunter.

"Pah!"

"That's right, kid, Puh, puh, Papa. C'mon, say 'Papa'." Hunter walked over to her and crouched down, pointing at the letter on the block.

"Puh!" Omega said.

"C'mon, I know you can do it," He insisted.

At that moment, Wrecker made it up the hill to the house, his catch of the day slung across his shoulder.

"Hey y'all! How're we doing?" He asked.

Omega squealed in delight, and pointed her block at Wrecker,

"PAPA!"

Hunter's face fell, and Wrecker was caught by surprise for a moment before he dropped his fish on the ground and ran over to Omega, swinging her up into the air.

"That's our girl!" He laughed, swinging her around in the air.

Hunter tried not to be bitter for Wrecker's sake, but as he folded his arms you could see his shoulders tense. You walked over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Don't worry. She'll call you Papa too soon enough."

[fragileizywriting]

so maybe you should send XY a present. a bouquet. a fancy dessert. what are you supposed to get someone as a thank you for being the reason why you're getting piped? chocolates? a dog? a chocolate dog. a chocolate dog with more chocolate inside. a chocolate dog with dog-shaped tinier chocolates inside. you'll workshop this. put a pin in it.

you've had a stressful week— retail hell, oh your favorite, genuinely nothing compares— but somehow it's all turned back around this friday night, because you're biting your lip and you're making a noise that genuinely sounds so pretty, that's you're in shock. luka has a way of making you sound pretty, even when on normal days you find yourself kind of normal. never pretty. never gorgeous.

but these noises are pretty and gorgeous and pretty gorgeous, too.

thank you, XY. seriously. honest-to-god. dealing with old french men at 5 in the morning for five days straight is honestly worth it if it means being pampered like this. gah.

"mmmm," you sigh, genuinely, taking a deep breath in and finding yourself curling your back. you've managed to successfully shut luka up. or maybe he's found a way to shut you up. neither of you are talking; both are way more interested in what he's doing with his tongue— how he licks you, laps at you, starving for your skin. he just can't get enough of you. "luka," you whine, jerking when he sucks at your clit and everything between your legs feels like it's buzzing. "come on," you beg, not really sure for what reason. "please."

those giant hands of his paw at the fats of your thighs, pressing hard until he's making terrible off-colored divots, and you love it, letting out another shout. what you actually say in the shout, you have no idea, but it's so much that at this point it sounds straight up like a genuine exclamation point being announced into the air. "!".

he's face-first in your cunt. which, okay. fine. you'll never say no. contextually it is funny; your shirt is hiked up all the way to your collarbones so he can reach up and pet your skin and mumble about how soft you are, especially in that place where your boobs meet rib area; he likes that spot for hickies, for kisses, for rubbing a thumb there and telling you how you feel like sateen. meanwhile, your alpha is completely clothed— impatient, something out of character for someone normally so patient he's a saint, he hadn't wasted time with undressing himself. you've tried taking off the belt from his hips, at least, you really did, but no dice. you pray you figure out how to pull those skinny jeans off of him without accidentally detaching a kneecap or an ankle. you like those about him. they're handsome. it comes part with the man, really. you'd hate to see him lose one of those.

a completely clothed-man, face first buried between your legs, humming in delight when your thighs shake and you scramble to hold onto his hair when you feel another tightening wave press down on your stomach. it's getting too hard to think. why does luka know exactly how to eat you out in a way that has you begging for more?

you feel like a princess.

up above you where you're looking up to, the nest netting is swirling because your eyes are unfocused and you're too drunk on that just-about-to-come feeling to even care. every suck and every touch of that tongue against your clit is just so close...

he pops his mouth off of you just before you really truly honestly get to the point where you're about to come, and you can barely lift your head up and stare him down. instead, you wheeze a complaint out, trying not to make real eyecontact with the alpha who's giving you such a gorgeous smirk.

"get the pillow behind you, kitty."

"why?"

"cause i want to prop your hips up." he's licking his fingers clean. wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

you know better. because that angle means that he'll have a lot easier time making you squirt. "no way."

"yes way," he laughs. "i'm not joking; i want to."

[ask-joachim-armster]

AoS Joachim, I have 2 questions for you:

1) How is Soma doing?

2) What is your relationship with Genya Arikado (Alucard's alter ego)?

Joachim: The little white mouse is studying hard for his exams.

Joachim chuckles quietly.

Joachim: Perhaps I exaggerated a little about the diligence. After all, he is a young guy with hot blood and an equally hot head. Fortunately, Mina sets the boy on the right path.

And not so long ago, Soma was looking for a part-time job. Oh, as he put it… Mmmm, is it really easier to defeat Chaos than to find a job?

I happily offered him a job in my workshop. It’s strange, but for some reason Soma thought that he would become my student… In fact, he does the cleaning.

Joachim smiles.

Joachim: I’m surprised that the boy wanted to communicate with me after what happened in the castle. I am a vampire, and all vampires are a priori Evil in the flesh.

We got along well with him, perhaps in the future I will take the boy under my wing. In fact, Arikado wants to do this, but the half-breed must be kept away from children, teenagers and rebellious youth.

A holy place is never empty. Dracula is no more, but his son is now much like his father. Oh, I’m not just talking about looks… Arikado, like Mathias in the past, tried to manipulate others to achieve his goal…

The problem with this child is that he simply cannot let go of his past and start living. Arikado has taken a heavy burden onto his shoulders and stubbornly carries it like a donkey. He does not see that in this world there will always be people ready to take up arms and fight a maddened beast.

Alucard and I fought side by side in 1999. But after that, our paths diverged. I was surprised to meet him in Japan…

Arikado and I try to remain neutral. Sometimes the half-breed turns to me for help in his investigations, but in general we have never managed to become friends or comrades.

And after the story with Soma… Ah, it seems that I will have to look after both father and son so that they both do not get involved in another unpleasant story.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

soft dom tony likes to show off his strength and pick up his girl to carry her to bed or some desk in the workshop or just to bounce her on his cock really. and let's not forget fucking her standing up against some wall 😌

Mmmm

Position switch?? Love it.

🤤

[thehistorynut19]

1, 2, & 4 for whichever s/i you wanna talk about !!!

......u

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

good question....

mmmm, Zero-One spoilers

Boa, my Zero-One self insert bc I love myself. She’s an assassin that is currently hired by ZAIA to like act as Gai’s bodyguard. She meets Naki there and they bond. When Naki ends up killed by Gai, Boa makes it her mission to bring Gai down from the inside. While she’s mostly shipped with Naki, I kinda shove her into a general MBJR ship because uh…I’m literally obsessed with these robots. Mostly Naki and Horobi.

 Boa’s real name is Lien (Vietnamese name for lotus), Boa is simply an alias because of her snake-like theme. A snake that slithers in the shadows to snuff out that sun, that’s what her progrise key is: Shadowy Boa Constrictor. She’s simply known as Kamen Rider Typhon, meant to bring down gods…by any means necessary. Her final upgrade is given to her by Naki, a failsafe before the whole uh MBJR movie happens. Jormungandr, as the name can mean ‘wolf serpent’ is the memento in case Kamen Rider MBJR came after her. And…it’s not pretty. Naki did save a bit of their data inside that key, a lasting moment of love for her. 

I do have other final forms in mind for her if she does end up smooching a diff MBJR member but uh, I’m mostly workshopping em but if you wanna hear, lemme know ;))))

Anyway Boa makes me very emo because Naki considers her their first human friend (and eventual romantic partner) and Naki is actually the first person to learn of Boa’s true name. There’s a moment before Naki gets killed where they are talking to one another in the hallway, “...I want to let you know of my true name.” and they want to know, but knowing that they possibly may die because of Gai when they ask him if HumaGears can live happily with humans… “I would be honored to know, not now, I have work to do.” they regret this moment, not learning her name and hearing the faint sounds of her sobs when she cradled their cold body, plucked from the stars…

post a meme that describes your s/i.

4.) what's a song that describes your s/i? even better if you have a playlist!

Other than the Greek influence, Boa’s main theme is the White Snake tale from Chinese folklore. Not only because of her snake theme but there’s a streak of white hair in her normally black locks that looks like a serpent winding it’s way through her hair. Plus the sense of being "trapped" in her obligation to Gai until she can murk him...or like trapped in her past as an assassin idk.

Anyway this is her song and a in depth translation of it. So many lyrics pertain to Boa specifically such as.

which can be seen as a goodbye to Naki

Ya know fighting the Ark and all that shit. How she refuses to fucking die despite how life wants to fucking destroy her. She actually planned to leave Japan after the series is over but Naki convinces her to stay. Death covets her form, her entire livelihood, happiness was never in the cards for her but she’s going to go out on her own terms. Fighting.

[huuuugestmoney]

Now there’s a poor sucker in a bit of a fix. Probably, someone of a more devious nature could sell her a jacket for many times its proper worth and then some. To add insult to injury, not only is she suffering, the miserable little thing, but she looks something of a lost soul, too, while she’s at it.

It's a good thing Sampo here can fix both of those problems! Because he's such a swell guy like that.

“Oh, heyyyy! I was just wondering when you were gonna show, hehe. Welcome, welcome, Miss Lingsha! Belobog is glad to have you.”

He speaks nothing but the honest truth, of course.

Belobog is happy to welcome an envoy from the Xianzhou across its hearth.

Similarly, Sampo is also delighted to have, erm, earned the honour of acting as said envoy's guide. Yeah. Earned. That's what we're calling it. Nothing untoward about the how and why he got to be here, worry not.

“The name's Sampo Koski. At your service!" Punctuated with a flourish, of course. But then, it's a more discerning eye the man makes a show of turning on his guest.

"Mmmm... First things first: we gotta get you some layers, girl. You’re gonna turn into a popsicle before you even have the chance to see anything! And we wouldn't want that.”

Sampo might have a few things that’d fit her (if loosely) in his own wardrobe, but that’s a bit out of the way and not where he’s wont to take perfect strangers, thanks much.

But you know what is kinda nearby?

“Let’s stop by an old friend’s shop.”

If Sampo’s lucky, said friend won’t be in for the day.

And wouldn't you know it? He's one lucky sunuvagun!

No sign of Serval anywhere as the lock clicks and he swings the door to the Neverwinter Workshop open. "It looks like nobody's home, but we shouldn't dwell overlong. Much as I'd like to introduce ya, Serval - she runs this place - is a pretty busy gal at the best of times. Another day, maybe!"

But as for what they came for... Sampo plunks open the closet and starts to sort through the coats, before he thinks better of it. He takes a short step back, turning to smile at Lingsha. Hands clasp together, inviting. "Perhaps you might better find something in here to your taste? And then we can get the show on the road for real."

(Serval won't miss any of it anyway. Have you seen her day-to-day dress? Almost like she doesn't feel the cold, that one!)

c'est frette en esti

Crystallize - @huuuugestmoney

[positivityjediprince]

Luke didn't want to go back to Tatooine. Even if it was just for a few hours. The planet was filled with painful memories, with a past that felt both centuries and minutes ago. But, he knew he had to. He had to do this. He wanted to do this.

"Fucking hell! If you think you can intimidate me into free service with you're spooky hood and silence, let me tell you I've faced far wor-" the sound of fabric pulling away from his hair seemed to fill the entire yard. "WORMIE!?"

Luke somehow cringed and laughed, he had missed Peli. Summers spent tinkering away on every rusty, broken ship and speeder that passed through her workshop seemed like a whole different life time.

"Hi, Ms Motto.."

Peli rushed over, bundling him in a bone crushing hug that put a wampa to shame, before pulling away and fixing him with her famous Peli stare.

"You owe me three weeks of work, Wormie! I don't care about all that galactic nonsense, I had to buy more droids since no one I hired was anywhere close to your level."

Luke laughed, only Peli could make a compliment sound like an insult, "I'm sorry Ms Motto."

"Damn right you should be!"

She paused, unusually silent, before pulling Luke in for another hug, this one far gentler than before. "I'm sorry about Beru and Owen" and whispered as one hand came to stroke his hair, "they loved you very much."

Suddenly he was was 19 again, staring at charred corpses and a blackened home, he cried. Cried like he hadn't allowed himself to cry in all these years. He'd been on the go. Non stop. Running from the memories of lowering his parents into shallow graves, as charcoal stuck to his body.

He wasn't sure how long he cried for. The suns were far lower in the sky.

"Tell me you didn't come here alone? I don't think I can let you leave by yourself."

Luke wiped his nose on the edge of his cape, Leia was gonna not going to be happy about that, and smiled.

"I came here with my...partner... fiancé?"

"Wow, you're getting married!?"

"Why do you sound so shocked?! Beru always said I was a catch!"

"Well Beru also rejected my advances, so we can't trust her judgement." Luke laughed so hard he began to choke on the phlegm left over from crying. "See?This is why I'm shocked youre getting married squirt. Sooooo will I be meeting him? Is he coming to ask for permission? Because I'm a tough sell."

"I think you already know him..."

He could see Peli's mind speed through an index of people she knew, she was never going to gue-"

"Mando?"

Wait..What?

"How?!?!?"

Peli waved dismissevly, "broad shoulders, sexy voice, and a cute kid. I've known you since you were the size of a spanner."

"You really are incredible Ms Motto."

"Oh enough of that, I'm not giving you a pay rise no matter gow cute you are."

Luke grinned, she hadn't changed a bit - it was comforting. He took a deep breath, okay Skywalker here we go.

"Ms Motto-"

Luke's serious tone caught Peli off guard, "yes?"

"Do you-" he closed his eyes, "Do you have any photos of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru?"

His eyes were burning, "I don't have any and-" he could feel his voice catching on his tears, "and- and I want them to be at my wedding."

The admission sent Luke over the edge again as the tears fell in heavy drops on the sand below.

For the third time that day, Peli held Luke close to her, "I do. You sure you want to see them now? Let's get some food in you first?" She gave him a squeeze before pulling back, "And I want to see that tin can and your son before I cry again!"

Luke let out a wet laugh, "I'll comm him."

-----

Turns out Peli did not really want to see Din, she barely acknowledged him as she swooped in to throw Grogu in to the air.

Luke watched her, she tried to hide it but she was such a softie, especially when it came to children. Strong arms circled round his waist, and the beskar of Din's helmet was a pleasantly cool.

"You doing okay, Cyar'ika?"

"More than. Maybe Tatooine isn't the worst place in the world."

"Mmmm, could be Hoth."

"Hey, I had some good times on Hoth!"

"You don't get frosty armour."

Luke giggled, relaxing into his lovers hold.

"Mando, you better be keeping those hands above the waist or I'll cut them off."

Peli pointed a threatening spanner at him, someone looking threatening despite the baby eating her hair.

------

Dinner was great, Luke had missed real Tatooinian food and Peli - the softie -was providing his favourites non stop.

Grogu feel asleep almost instantly after finishing his feast, feast was the only way to describe it as he ate more than the three adults. Din gently lay Grogu in the small nest he made from his and Luke's cloaks, giving him a quick Kedalbe kiss before turning back to Peli and Luke.

"Here's the ones I have" Peli activated her datapad, pulling up the 'Lars' folder, she blushed slightly "look, your family and I were friends this isn't weird, I already had the photos, and yes maybe the folder, well no I made the folder after..but so what, sue me I thought you had all died so of course I made a folder-"

Luke layed a gentle hand on her arm, "I'm glad you did."

The mechanic calmed down, handing Luke the datapad, "I thought you had died too till I heard about the Death Star."

"I'm sorry. I didn't even think tha-"

"Pfsch, it's in the past and you're alive- and getting married to a good man."

Din couldn't help but feel like he was intruding on something private. He knew Peli well of course; but, this was a side she had never willingly shown him. Part of him felt like he should leave the two tatooinians to their grief; but, Luke's grasp on his hand told him he was needed, and wanted.

Luke hesitantly took Peli's datapad. For a while he just stared at the unopened folder. Din held Luke's hand tight, bringing it up to his forehead in a reassuring kiss.

A blue light filled the room as a flickering image came out of the datapad. Luke felt his heart clench as he reached towards the image.

The picture was of him clinging to Owen while Beru laughed. He couldnt have been more than three as Owen was lifting him with ease. It was the first time he'd seen them since their death, he thought he would cry; but instead he felt happy. Their lives together had been good, hard but good.

As Luke cycled through the photos he knew; they were always with him. He had felt their love over the past decade, even without seeing their faces.

"They're going to be at our wedding." He whispered.

"They always were going to be, Cyar'ika, they always are."

[mianavs]

Morbid Masterpiece

♥️pairing: serial killer!Hisoka x f!reader

♥️tags: extremely dark content, blood and gore, depiction of death, non-con, kidnapping, smut, non-con bondage, oral (f!receiving), non-con knifeplay, bad ending

♥️a/n: my piece for @undersero's hall-au-ween collab that's somewhat inspired by the killer clown, john wayne gacy. i recommend listening to Sugarbread by Soap&Skin for mood music. all dark and suggestive content below the cut

♥️wc: 1.4k+

Hisoka can’t pinpoint the moment his love for surprises takes a morbid turn; it just does.

It’s an inexplicable sensation—a sudden urge—that takes over. It starts as a swell in his chest that pulsates while it spreads to the rest of his body. It courses through his veins, becoming one with his blood. It sinks through his skin and muscle until he feels it in his bones. It takes over his mind until it’s all he can think about. The rush of pleasure, exhilaration, and joy of seeing his victims in pain, shock, and fear.

That thrilling sensation is why Hisoka the Magician does what he does. It’s why he lures innocents into his workshop under the guise of magic tricks and wrings them dry of all their delicious horror before discarding the empty shells; a taxing process for Hisoka but one he’s more than willing to undergo if it means another victim to sate his thirst.

So, when you lie curled up on the floor with your hands cuffed behind your back, a busted lip, and tears in your terror-stricken eyes, Hisoka can’t help but expel a soft moan at how beautiful you look bathed in fear and his cock stirs to life. He just knows you’ll become his finest masterpiece yet. One he’ll remember for the rest of his life.

You were his easiest victim by far. A pretty little thing working at the hospital he volunteered at who never missed his shows. While Hisoka hadn’t noticed you at first—as you preferred to linger in the background—but your curious gaze caught his attention and he made sure to send you winks and smiles that made you blush. It took less than a week for Hisoka to ensnare you in his trap, therefore he decided to reward you before stripping you of your life.

“P-Please! Don’t do this Hisoka!” you plead. Tears stream down the side of your face as you lie on your side with your wrists and ankles restrained. “Y-You’re a good person that brings happiness to those who need it the most! This isn’t you!”

Hisoka chuckles at your misconstrued image of him before crouching in front of you and wiping away your tears. You close your eyes tightly and flinch at his touch, but you don’t actively try to fight him. A display of helplessness that sends blood rushing to his cock. His hand caresses your wet cheek and travels further down still, only stopping at the curve of your breasts before kneading the soft supple flesh. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth but whimpers still escape your mouth as Hisoka rolls your erect nipple using his thumb and forefinger.

As Hisoka continues to play with your nipples, his eyes trail down to your hips that shift while your exposed thighs press together. Your whimpers turn into sobs when Hisoka readjusts his position and parts your legs just enough to see a wet patch over your clothed sex.

“No! Please, stop! D-don’t do this!”

Your shrill screams are music to Hisoka’s ears and he reaches for his pocket knife to begin his work that will no doubt make you cry out the sweetest tune he has ever heard. He stops dead in his tracks, however, when the smell of your arousal wafts up to him and fills his nostrils with your heady scent. Ignoring your wails, he moves in closer until the tip of his nose brushes against your quivering clit. He inhales and lets out a moan.

“Mmmm… you smell divine.” He digs his fingers into your thighs until you stop squirming beneath him. “I think it’s time to reward you for being such an easy prey.”

Hisoka rips off your wet flimsy panties while you scream, and he feels his hard cock throb in his pants from the mere sight of your drooling cunt. He wants nothing more than to bury himself inside you and start carving his masterpiece but withholds on his selfish desires to bring you the pleasure you deserve.

Without warning, he buries his face between your legs while he holds you down. When he laps at your cunt, you writhe beneath him. When he wraps his lips around your engorged clit and sucks, your body contorts as loud cries rip from your throat.

Hisoka continues his ministrations until your entire body tenses and your loudest scream yet tears from you. You come gushing into his welcoming mouth before collapsing back onto the floor. Your entire body trembles as hiccups interject your choked-up sniveling and your tears mix with the snot dripping from your nostrils. He wishes his phone was in his hands instead of recording the whole ordeal from afar, so he could capture your beautifully distressed face.

Instead, he chooses to burn your face into his memory as he licks your arousal from his lips, hoping you’re the first of his victims that visits him in his dreams to relive this moment over and over again.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm subside, Hisoka releases his cock that springs out. It slaps his stomach and stains his clothes with the precum that’d already dribbled out. After giving himself a couple of pumps, Hisoka maneuvers himself into the circle your conjoined ankles made. The jostling seems to garner your attention, but before you can resume your struggling, Hisoka lifts you by the hips and settles your bottom half onto his thighs. He sees your head hit the concrete ground and hears the hoarse howl of pain that drives him to let go of any restraint he still had left.

He guides his aching cock into your entrance and rams his entire length in, relishing in the hot tightness of your cunt. Your howls continue as Hisoka pounds into you and one look down at your conjoined bodies proves the conjecture he had of you; you were a virgin.

The blood that forms a ring around his shaft sends Hisoka’s mind into a frenzy, and he pulls out his pink pocket knife, drawing out the long blade with a single press of his thumb. Running his tongue across the cool metal, he turns his focus on you and finds you moving your hips on your own while short whines escape your tightly shut mouth. In your newly found pleasure, your cunt grips Hisoka’s cock tighter than before and he knows it’s time to deliver the surprise of your life.

He starts by carefully cutting open your dress to reveal your stomach and grins when he finds it unblemished by his blade. He then continues with two surface-level cuts on both of your inner thighs. You hiss and shift a little but nothing to how you were before and a glance at your face shows that you’re completely out of it. Your eyes are lidded and glazed over and your movements sluggish making Hisoka wonder if the bump to your head had given you a minor concussion.

Hisoka continues ramming into you, the sounds of slapping skin, whimpers, and moans echoing off the walls of his basement. Greedy for more, he sets his knife to the side and presses his thumbs into the small lacerations. Your sweet vibrant blood runs down your thighs and coats his thumbs until it trickles down to his wrist. Hisoka’s breathing turns shallow as his senses are assaulted by your blood and all he can think about is how he wants to see even more.

With his climax within reach, his hips movements become faster and more erratic and he reaches for his knife with a bloody hand. Just when your eyes focus on the man pounding into your wet cunt, Hisoka beams down at you before pressing the blade firmly over your navel and slicing it horizontally.

It’s a perfectly deep cut; one that Hisoka has perfected over the years. It cuts through your skin, fat, and muscle in one swift motion, revealing your entrails under pooling blood. Hisoka watches the rapid rise and fall of your body that causes blood to overflow and cascade down to your conjoined bodies, painting them with your scarlet blood. It’s the sight that Hisoka lives for. It’s the only thing that brings joy to his life. It’s the only thing that gets him off.

So as your raspy cries turn into muted grunts and your cunt squeezes his cock for all it’s worth, he comes into your barely-conscious body with a guttural moan.

Hisoka keeps his cock buried inside of you as your twitching body relaxes and the life leaves your horrified eyes. Eventually, he trails his hands up your bloody corpse and picks it up. He holds it up against his chest and presses a kiss to its cold forehead.

You were indeed Hisoka’s finest masterpiece.

[cheesus-doodles]

Yoo, winky wink and I am here with a question, it’s not an ask per say…

So we know how baji's journey end and all but I wanna know your head canons in the au where he’s survive. Like, in the future where everyone is happy, will he go to university, or works after graduate from high school, What his job will be, his relationship with other toman founder and probably Takemittchi, etc.

You don’t have to write anything too detail. I am just curious how would you imagine it.

mmmm future baji good thoughts only i like this winky wink have some super quick hcs :)

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Baji's Future HCs: Yandere Platonic Toman AU

in the Yandere Platonic Toman AU, I would say Baji's future would depend very heavily on what you decide to do long term

actually all of the founder's future would take your choice very heavily into consideration, but let's just focus on Baji

University

Baji's dream would be to open a vet clinic or a pet shop and run it with you and Kazutora, but of course where he eventually ends up depends on what he does in university

and university is almost a guarantee - both you and Baji's mum would definitely encourage him to further his education, so that is what he would most likely do

but if you want him to actually study hard and graduate, best if you make sure that you two attend the same university and the same course because he will spend on his time keeping a very close eye on you and whoever interacts with you

if you do attend the same university and course as him, tons and tons of study sessions, project work, and overall time spent together

would love if all the toman founders would choose to go to university together, but that may or may not be possible depending on your intervention and their high school grades

actually you might have to be the one to drag Baji over the graduation line because without you holding him back, he might have already been expelled for dragging one too many potential suitors behind the school's parking lot and beating them into a pulp

needless to say, almost everybody, professors included, give you and him a wide berth in the corridors

Job

in terms of job, would definitely prefer to have you somewhere close, or even better, by his side, so that he can continue to keep an eye on you on behalf of the Toman founders

being your boss had its perks as well - he could kick anyone who was making trouble for you, or at least seemed to be making trouble for you in his eyes

plus, if he does open his whole shop, Kazutora would be able to watch over you as well when he isn't free

two is better than one, and Baji would love to have one of the Toman founders watching his back and yours

if you ended up instead working for one of the other founders, maybe with Draken in his motorcycle workshop, or in Pah-chin's real estate company, Baji would breathe and sleep easier even if he does go through with his plans to open a vet clinic or pet shop

but if you want to try and make it on your own, and apply to various jobs, Baji will make sure that you, or your parents, pass him the list of every company you have applied to, and apply there himself

no way he would allow you to work in a foreign environment with strangers all by yourself

wouldn't hesitate to pull string and call in favors to either get him into the same company as you, or to get your acceptance revoked

you can cry it out on his shoulder for as long as you wanted, he'll be here for you

no problem climbing the corporate ladder quickly - this boy was extremely street smart, and knew how to get things done and people whipped

would use his authority to keep you near him and protected - colleagues beware

Relationship

Baji's relationship with the other Toman founders would be the best out of everyone - he's basically the one holding the gang together besides you

pops in to check up on them from time to time, no matter where they are or what they do for a living

he doesn't judge whatever path they've taken, as long as they still open the door for him when he comes knocking

helps you to deliver messages or even bento boxes if you request, and brings you to meet them whenever you want

make sure to make him a box as well - this poor boy just wants to eat your warm meals and be reminded of better, simpler times

definitely the one to obtain everybody's schedules, and organize get-togethers and dinners with your help

after all these years, none of the Toman founders still can say no to your pouty face or teary-eyed look

hmmm Takemitchi is a tough one actually - because depending on which future Takemitchi we are looking at, Baji may be on different relationship terms with him

will try to maintain a better relationship with him if he is loser-Takemitchi because he wouldn't be scared of losing you to him, plus he is still grateful that time when he intervened and save his life

but if Takemitchi becomes successful, expect a much colder reception, especially when you are around

even if he is already attached, Baji literally doesn't trust any other guy or girl around you

no one but the Toman founders

if you aren't, Baji relaxes a lot more, no issues with inviting Takemitchi in for food and a drink

[readyforthegarden]

2022 Writer’s Tag.

I think it might be fun to look back on what we’ve all achieved this year, let you give yourselves a well deserved pat on the back and also share what you love. When you’re done maybe tag someone else so they can share too?

1. How do you feel 2022 has gone in terms of writing?

On one hand really well!! On the other hand, looking at all my WIPs and drafts.....not as well as I hoped? But I'm so astounded that I haven't been writing a full year on here and it's taken off and so many people like it!

2. What piece are you proudest of this year? It can be a shot/blurb/headcannon, a whole series or even a specific chapter.

AHHHH!! This is so hard...I think I'm really proud of Summer in the City. It was something I'd never really written before, and I stressed about making sure the details for the time period was right. I would love to go back one day and rewrite it and improve it, but it's my baby and I'm really proud!!

3. Is there anything you posted that you wish had reached more people? (No such thing as a flop here!) Shout it out, it might catch a new pair of eyes!

Mmmm, I try not to focus on numbers too much, I don't want to take away from the happiness I find in writing, but most Danny fics don't get the recognition they deserve in general, and a lot of times Sam fics don't. And this Jake fic which I forgot and just realized isn't on my masterlist (18+ ONLY)

4. Can you give us a hint of anything coming before the end of the year? Maybe even a little taster?

Oh, I'll tease the Jake holiday fic coming out this friday, since we don't have much else before the year ends

“I am sleepy.” you replied. “It’s been a long day. Fun, but long.” Jake smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“It’s been a perfect day.” Jake adjusted his position, sliding down so you both were laying down and you snuggled into his chest.

5. Are you setting any writing goals for next year, or just going with the flow? If you are, what are they?

I have my Josh fic, A Novel Idea, coming out, and it's gaining speed in my doc for it, so it should be out fairly early, but honestly I just like going with the flow. If I get an idea, I shove it my drafts and work on it when I feel like it. @lunaindigoraven and I literally talk all the time about ideas and she's truly a great friend and helps me workshop things. Sometimes we're just talking and then it's like OOH that's a fic! and I also really love writing little blurbs from prompt lists, it's really fun and great writing exercise!

6. Do you have any one shots or finished pieces you’re tempted to expand on or revisit next year?

I have a few one shots I have a part two for in the works, no clue if they'll get done next year...again I might play around with Summer in the City and expand it.

7. Is there anything new you’re tempted to try out? A new style/trope/AU/another person in the fandom?

I have a couple AUs in the works, soulmate, supernatural, and i'm trying to work out the kinks in another historically based fic!

8. Now to hype some other writers! What’s a piece you read back in the first half of the year that you can shout out?

Always the first on my mind is A Tattoo Artist Walks into a Flower Shop by @garagebandvanfleet it's my favorite Danny fic EVER.

And then the Indecent Proposal fics by @gretavanfleetposts got me through a rough patch back in the spring and took my mind off a lot and they're AMAZINGLY written (so is the rest of Em's work!!!)

9. And how about something you’ve read more recently?

This isn't news to anyone following me for the past month, but Perfidy by @earthlysorrows is phenomenal!!!! and Valence by @gretavanfleetposts is wonderful and they're both such amazing and immersive stories!! @jake-kiszkas-smirk has quite a few amazing fics (babes, I have so many of your fics in my drafts to save to read/react/reblog if it seems like I'm not in there I AM!!) and honestly, not doing bc they tagged me, The Dead Don't Die, Jake Kiszka by @highdefkiszka Percy writes so descriptively and you can really feel the characters emotions and feelings!!

10. A fun one to finish...If you could insert yourself into any fic in the fandom, which would it be and what do you think would happen?

Oh god...oh...this is so hard omg....you know what, I wanna be in Perfidy. Madi insert this reader. I wanna be the lovable normal neighbor who notices all the magic but is just like eh none of my business and has a big fat crush on the guy who water bends and bakes him cookies and treats "just because" 😌😉 and then I think Madi would kill me off (lovingly and hopefully dramatically) for the angst.

I was tagged by the wonderful and incomparable @highdefkiszka and I am tagging anyone who wants to do this bc I think everyone else has already done it!!!

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A Story Told On Sand

summary: The setting sun gives time for Jungkook to cherish his family.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genres: fluff, like so much fluff, established relationship, slice of life au.

↳ word count: 1.4K

↳ disclaimers: none.

a/n: A completely self indulgent Jungkook fluff drabble written at two at night haha,, I was really going through it. Written for the @bangtanwritingbingo prompt no. 14 - watching sunsets/sunrises, and for @btscreatorscorner June workshop- writing from a member's POV! a massive thank you to @jikookiekosmos for making the banner for me😭 and a massive thank you to @vaekth and @joonscore for bearing with me because I just kept talking on and on about this in your dms lol.

Jungkook leaned back, eyes shutting close as he felt the breeze kiss over every inch of his skin. The warm sunset was only just spreading across the sky, a bright yellow turning to a scarlet - as if the sun was blushing at the idea of leaving the sky, it's lover. 

"It's nice," You sighed, hands resting over his as you looked at the sunset. 

Jungkook looked at you, smiling, and hummed in agreement. "I like this scenario, you know. A sunset, the kids are playing in the sand, and your hand in mine. My day is coming to a good end." 

You turned to face him just as he lifted your joined hands to his mouth to leave a small kiss. You smiled, with your other hand coming up to pull your hair to the side, and Jungkook remembered why he fell in love with you all over again. He looked at you, your eyes sparkling in the deep orange of the sunset, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he pulled you closer. 

Kissing you never got old. 

His lips softly settled on yours, the feeling of them feeling right. Your scent- an unlikely mix of mint, from his perfume, and chocolate, from baking with the kids earlier today- filled his surroundings - and he didn't want anything more. His hand clasped yours, thumb tracing small universes over the back of your hand - universes where it was only you, him and your family. You other hand languidly traced up his arm, curling behind the nape of his neck to pull him closer. He felt you smile, nearly giggle, and it was only seconds before the two of you pulled away and just laughed. It felt good to be here. It felt good to be with you. 

The setting sun cast beautiful spells over the waves that were splashing and playing around in the sea, washing them in shades of burnt red and gentle yellows. The glimmering swell of water that leaped over the sand had your children squealing in delight, running away from the wave. You waved them over, watching as they ran helter skelter to collect their sand toys before running the two of you. 

Jungkook spread his arms out as his daughter ran to her father, not minding the sand that stuck to her body as she leaped on him - squealing in happiness at being reunited with her partner in crime. You reached over to ruffle her hair, eyes crinkling as your son walked over and buried his face in your lap, finally exhausted with the events of the day. 

It was a vacation for you and him - time to spend with family. There were so many highs and so many lows in your daily lives that it was exhausting, even if you loved your work - and you both needed that break, even if it was only for a weekend. Now, as he watched the waves crash into each other and then end in bubbles, he felt that peace he had wanted. 

"Tomorrow, we will go back to the city. Right, dad?" Your daughter sat up and spoke to Jungkook, his hand coming up to caress the hair that flew wildly behind her, settling it behind her ear. "Yes, my bunny. We're going back tomorrow." 

"Good!" She beamed at him, and Jungkook felt his heart swell. She took his palm, and he couldn't help but be amazed at how wonderfully she had grown up - he remembered when he would walk her around with her clinging onto his pinky finger only, and now her hand fit in the palm of his hand, big enough to clutch his hand and swing it while playing games. "I wanted to show you a drawing I had made for you and mommy." 

You turned towards your daughter while petting your son's head, fingertips gently untangling the heap of curls in his hair as he slept soundly. "What drawing, baby?" 

"I made a big girl drawing. Teacher had said it was really good!" Your daughter beamed, missing incisors displayed in a beautiful smile that strangely reminded Jungkook of your own -upper lip quirking in a way that he thought only you could, till his daughter first beamed at him. The thought made him smile.

"Really? I can't wait to see it then, bub. We'll pin it on the fridge too!" You cheered for her, her eyes widening in happiness and surprise at the sudden announcement. She jumped onto both of you, nearly knocking her brother off his mother's lap as she squealed again, screaming to the waves in the distance about how she loved her family. "We will be here forever!" she said, happily clapping.

After a few more moments of excited babbling - including a certain confession she had received from a classmate ("I promised not to tell anyone, but I didn't want to hide it from you! He said he loved me!") Jungkook's shocked exclamation at his baby getting confessions, you laughing, and her defending her 'friend', she was peacefully dosing on Jungkook's lap. His hand went to softly pat her hair, humming a soft lullaby - the same one he had sung to her for years- for all the times she wouldn't sleep at night. 

Eight years, and she still paraded up to him at night to demand the lullaby, and Jungkook would simply cherish that time as he would caress her head, wishing her sweet dreams and tucking the blanket in. "It's to keep the monsters away, " he'd hear her murmur everytime, and he'd smile before returning to his wife and son in the next room, softly patting his son's cheek, kissing his wife good night, and falling asleep. 

Looking at you now - your eyes paying attention to the two year old that had curled up in your lap - he held back the sudden urge to shout in happiness like his daughter had. That's what he felt. Overwhelmed with happiness. He didn't believe that he actually got to live with this euphoria in his life. One look at the three of you made him feel so proud, so responsible, and so loved - he simply couldn't put it all into words. 

Your head came to rest on his shoulder, and Jungkook leaned his head over yours, hands finding each other. You squeezed his hand tightly, and sighed - and he understood you. This silence, this time - it all meant so much for the two of you. 

"Once we go back, we're probably not getting time like this again, are we?" You whispered, letting the words fly away with the breeze. 

"Maybe. Who knows, I'll whisk you away on a getaway next week?" He smiled, and though he couldn't see you, he knew you were smiling, too. 

"Maybe? What about our daughter's annual day, mister? Forgot so soon?" You laughed as you spoke, punching his arm playfully. "I guess my husband is turning old already." 

"Hey!" Jungkook said, trying to fake his anger even if he couldn't take the smile off his face. "I remembered it, of course I remember! I had to learn the ballet routine as well!" You laughed again, the sound familiar and known to him- his heart beating a happy beat. "I twisted round and round, over and over, and nearly ripped my pants."

"Mmmm, and I didn't see you complaining after this baby appreciated you." Jungkook watched you caress your daughter's hair, then her cheek, and settle on the sand. "You went for it all the way." 

"I would always go all the way for her. And for this pumpkin too." He pointed at his son, and you giggled. "And for you too. You're my world, you know that?" 

You raised your head to face him, Jungkook almost complaining at the loss of your body heat right near him. "And you're mine. You, and our kids. You're all my everything." 

Jungkook's eyes softened, pulling you closer for you to rest your head on him again. You leaned against his chest, and Jungkook bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaning back to bade goodbye to the sun. 

"I think sunsets look the prettiest, don't they?" You marvelled at the sky, lush shades of warm orange letting hints of blue peak through as the sky prepared for nightfall. 

I think everything looks prettier when it's with you, Jungkook wanted to say, but he lets the babble of the returning seagulls fill the space. His hands wrap around you, letting his eyes look to the sky once again, awed by everything around him now. This was all he needed. 

"I love you," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his lover as the sun set upon the evening. 

a/n: I'm not really sure if this would be drabble length or fic length, but I'd like to think of it as a drabble. Writing this was really warm and comforting for me, so I hope that it gave you a similar feeling. I'd love to hear any feedback you have either as a comment, reblog, or as an ask! Thank you so much for giving your time to my work 💞 love, hazel 🤗

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In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 25: Odd Ailment

Warning: strong language, sexual themes, fingering, vaginal penetration, cream pie, mentions of death, grave robbing, mild explosions

Summary: Juniper’s sickness doesn’t go away…leaving her wracking her brain for answers.

Feedback appreciated. 18+

In the days following, Juniper’s nausea did not go away. It would lull at times, giving her the confidence to try to help out in the shop again. But, inevitably, when she caught the smell of the rotting blood and old organs, it would hit her like a heavy stone all over again.

She was still hungry and never developed a fever. Heisenberg insisted it was the cadou, that it could do damn near anything to her system, and at first she believed it to be true.

As the days dragged on, that belief waned more and more.

Heisenberg on the other hand was determined to just wait it out, giving her space and refraining from asking for help with Soldats. He was long used to working alone so fell back into the routine easily.

Being able to return to the apartment to see Juniper and sleep beside her at night was more than enough for him, for the time being at least.

He sat before the many monitor screens, waiting and watching. There were multiple cameras in the village itself, set up at key points of interest: the church, town center, the cemetery, the ceremony site, and every way in or out.

His pale eyes scanned over them all, silently hoping for someone, somewhere, to fuck up enough to put them in an early grave.

While he waited, he worked on other things. Today he worked on making improvements to his Panzer designs. Determination fluttered in the pit of his stomach, unwilling to let these new creations turn out like Sturm.

Eventually as the day ticked on there was a commotion in the town center. Heisenberg set his pencil down, glancing up. There was a crowd of people gathering around a cart, one villager trying to calm an obviously spooked horse.

Heisenberg turned a knob to zoom in and get a better look. There was a villager on the ground, unmoving and bleeding. It looked as if the cart or horse had run them over. Heisenberg smiled, a new body he could snap up.

He stood from the desk, gathering up papers and his stray hat as he headed back to the apartment.

“Honey I’m home!” He burst through the door, his voice mimicking an old family sitcom.

Juniper looked up from her reading, face brightening at his chipper tone.

“You seem awfully happy today.” She commented as he strode forward.

“It’s a fine day.” He smiled back, making a show of removing his hat and glasses, “Guess what just happened.”

Closing her book, she gave a guess, “New project idea?”

“No.”

“Soldat?”

“Nope.”

“Sturm finally started working properly?”

Heisenberg snorted, “As if. All wrong, buttercup.”

“Oh just tell me, you silly man.” She exclaimed with a smile.

He leaned on the table, placing his weight on his palms, “Now where’s the fun in that?”

She purses her lips in annoyance earning her a chuckle from him before he finally gave her the answer, “Alright, alright, I’ll go easy on you. Someone just died!”

“And that’s why you’re so happy?” She almost scoffed.

“Well yea.” He shrugged, “I finally caught a young one getting smoked on the cameras.”

“Young one?” Juniper’s eyes were full of concern.

“Not a kid!” Heisenberg corrected quickly, “I’m not that evil of a bastard.”

“I suppose not…” she murmured, her mind clouding with other thoughts.

Juniper went to the counter, leaning against it as she looked out the tiny window over the sink. She gave a heavy sigh, hearing Heisenberg come up behind her. Gloved hands wrapped around her middle, pulling her back against his broad chest.

“Such a big sigh for my little wife.” He murmured into her ear.

“Mmmm.” She hummed, placing her hands over his own.

He rocked her a bit, asking, “How are you feeling today?”

“Better.” She nodded then more quietly admitted, “But still not good. It comes and goes.”

“How are you right now?” He asked before he dipped his head in to give her a rough kiss on her neck. She keened softly when his teeth nipped the sensitive skin.

“It’s mostly gone now.” She spoke breathily as he moved to the crook of her neck.

“Then how about,” he trailed his lips back up until he whispered the question into her ear, “We waste some time before I have to go, hm? Right here in the kitchen, even.”

“You’re terrible.” She gave out a little giggle.

“Hm?”

“That’s why you are being so sweet?”

“Sweet?” He echoed, “Would you rather me be rough with you? One comes much easier, buttercup, so be careful.”

She pressed her ass into his groin, giving a cheeky reply, “I’ll take my chances.”

Heisenberg gave a growl, moving forward to trap her body between himself and the counter.

He ground his hips into her own, cursing the fabric between them. Usually he would give her a chance to remove her dresses, to avoid getting chastised, but today he gave her no such mercy. After her playful provocation he ripped through the material of her skirt. Before she could curse him he forced her face into the counter.

She mewled when he shoved two fingers into her already moistening hole.

“Look at you, already a mess.” He jeered, finger fucking her and making her thighs shiver. He did this for a short time until he was satisfied she was prepared enough. Heisenberg undid the zipper of his pants, pulling out his hard cock. He coated his member with her slick, lining himself up to her core.

Without warning he pushed forcefully into her. Juniper’s cry caught into her throat as she held onto the counter.

She heard him groan over her as he pulled back slightly just to rock forward again.

He set a brutal pace, leaving Juniper crying out in pleasure. He forced her head down, the counter cool against her burning cheek.

“Like being fucked rough do you?” Heisenberg bared his teeth, not letting up, “Tell me whore.”

Juniper made a warbling gurgle, earning her a quick smack to the ass with his free hand.

“Y-yes master!” She managed, cunt clenching his cock.

Heisenberg’s lips twitched into an ever bigger smirk, his hips fucking into her own hard enough to bruise. The sound of their skin accompanied by the clinking of his metal charms filled the kitchen.

His thighs shook as he emptied in her, nostrils flaring like an angry horse. He took a few more heavy, ragged breaths before he pulled free from her heat. He looked proudly down at the thick string of come that connected their sexes, straightening his hat.

“I have to head out, Buttercup.” He patted her sore ass.

She gave out a weak reply, still trying to recover.

~

The nights were much warmer, mud soaking into Heisenberg’s boots. It made the digging fly by. The glow of the cigar’s hot cherry illuminated his dark shades as he watched the haulers get closer and closer to breaking the bottom.

“Keep going you stupid bastards!” Heisenberg growled, walking in a circle around the grave. The sickening feeling of grave robbing someone’s loved ones long since jaded from his mind, replaced with excitement over the prospect of new materials.

‘Materials’…Fuck he really was a monster.

He thought darkly. It didn’t have long to ruminate in his mind, a hollow thud sounded. Heisenberg ordered the haulers to pause, they made little screeches as they backed away from the hole.

Heisenberg took a shovel from one of the closer ones, jumping down into the hole. His boots made an echoy thud, as he took the shovel and scraped away the last layer of sediment. Using the blade he jimmied the coffin open. The smell of dried flowers hit his nose when it opened. The body was already starting to bloat slightly, unprotected by winter’s grasp.

He brushed away the flowers and coins on the man’s eyes, turning the body’s face in his hands.

Not big enough for his Panzer design but he would definitely make a good Soldat.

His lips twitched into a smile as he straightened, gesturing with a finger for the haulers to start the retrieval.

As they neared the factory, passing the scrapyard, something caught Heisenberg’s pale eyes in the moonlight.

He paused, the haulers deftly pushing the cart past him. The shape of a jet stuck out of the nearest pile, rusted and bent.

“Hmm.” He pursed his lips, an idea flashing in his mind. A glorious idea, a flying soldat!

“Get him inside!” Heisenberg yelled, turning fully towards the old jet. He raised his muddy, gloved hands. The object of his desire began to rattle and rise free. His lips split with the exhilaration of the new prospect.

~

The pale dawn filtered through the small windows when a Juniper awoke, Heisenberg had long since returned and went again. She looked at the muddy boot prints tracked across the apartment with a grimace.

Juniper started to stretch, stopping short when a light stinging pain tugged at her chest.

She sucked in a breath, cupping her breasts. They felt swollen and tender, more so than she could remember.

Worry pooled in her gut as she kneaded the flesh. Everything was adding up in a way she didn’t like, but she couldn’t be certain….

She finally broke down and asked the Duke for a special item. She made sure no prying ears were close, and Heisenberg had indeed trusted her to pick up the current shipment. This request was for the Duke’s ears only, he had an air of trustworthiness about him that Juniper felt she could ask him anything without fear of judgement.

When she made her request the Duke simply nodded, warning her such an item would take time to acquire.

Juniper nodded, no other choice but to wait.

So she waited, as patiently as one could with so much worry in her guts.

The weeks while she waited Heisenberg had started a new project. He had the terrifyingly brilliant idea to make flying Soldats. It ate up most of his time, trying to formulate the right type of core to allow flight.

The morning of the next shipment Juniper headed down to the workshop. The heat still affected her but since he wasn’t currently working with bodies it made it more tolerable to her recent tender stomach.

But today the smell of smoke and sulfur came from the shop. Her footsteps quickened, bursting through the door to see Heisenberg cleaning up after another small explosion.

He looked up at her sourly as he swept.

“What happened?” Juniper bent to pick up the nearest chunk of charred core.

Heisenberg’s lips were tight, “It blew up in my fucking face.”

“Honey…” Juniper came closer.

“Don’t start.” He huffed, turning towards her. Now that she could fully see his face she made a little sound of surprise. He looked up curiously.

“Oh Heis…your eyebrows had just grown back.” Juniper frowned.

Heisenberg threw the broom down, “Well they’re fucking gone again!”

He was simmering and fuming as she tried to help him clean. He finally cooled a bit to speak to her more calmly, “It’s almost time for the Duke’s shipment. Let’s go meet him.”

A thin sliver of alarm shot through her as she quickly spoke, “You have a lot going on down here, let me go get the shipment.”

He gave her a long look, but the morning had dulled his desire to argue.

“Fine…fine.” He waved her off.

Relief washed over her as she ascended the stairs back towards the elevator.

~

Blinking into the spring sun, she was surprised to see the Duke’s cart already waiting in the factory yard.

She quickly made her way over to him, hopeful.

“Hello Duke.” Juniper looked at her boots, worry heavy in her green eyes.

“Good day my dear.” He spoke, “I have the Lord’s shipment all prepared.”

“And the-?” She began to ask but the Duke cut her off.

“Of course.” The man picked up a small package from beside him, placing it in her hands, “Not the easiest thing to find all the way out here, but I have my ways.”

Juniper nodded, shoving it into her pocket, “T-Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He smiled, “And Lady Juniper?”

“Hm?”

“Good luck.” His voice was genuine.

They said their goodbyes. Juniper quickly brought in the delivery, not taking the time to go through it. She rushed onto the elevator, not wanting Heisenberg to question her absences.

~

She paced in the bathroom, anxiety eating up her core. She kept looking down at the small plastic stick on the sink. It felt like the longest two minutes of her life.

Her heart dropped, seeing a second little pink line staring back at her. She picked it up with a shaking hand, tears pricking her eyes.

Heisenberg said it wasn’t possible. She wasn’t human anymore, neither of them were.

The room span, she held her stomach.

She was a monster, full of infected parasites.

Juniper felt bile rise in her throat. Running from the bathroom onto the balcony.

Death was all around them. Mother Miranda twisting all those around her into nightmares.

She looked down at the stick one last time.

Maybe it was a mistake?

She knew it wasn’t.

Would Heisenberg tell her to leave? Would he hate her?

Tears ran down her cheeks as she threw the test off the balcony, it becoming lost in the piles of scrap far below.

Why them? Why were they so stupid? Why hadn’t they been so careful?

Questions thudded in her brain.

It wasn’t possible.

But it happened.

She was pregnant.

[killervibe]

5 + 1 fic where Frost keeps walking in on Caitlin and Cisco doing things? Bonus if you mention THE broom closet and if the +1 is them walking in on Frost instead :P

5 Times Frost Walks in on Cisco and Caitlin + 1 Time Cisco and Caitlin Walk in on Frost

Killervibe Fic - (NSFW)

Killervibe Month Gift for @ava-has-a-closet-murderboard (who had requested this) and @ilikethequiet who had requested sexual tension.

“You really mean that?”

Though he didn’t have to say it again. Caitlin grabbed the lapels of his suit, surging in to kiss the soft look from his face. It was inevitable, she realized. Belonging with Cisco. And he kissed her so perfectly, she was all at once overjoyed and overwhelmed. The steps of the West house patio creaked beneath the shifting of their feet. It was cold on the dark street, Iris and Barry still slow dancing together in the living room after their vows. But it wasn’t the all-consuming, world-saving romance between the West-Allens and their children that left Caitlin feeling so nostalgic for love. It was seeing Cisco again, even in the Star Labs stole. Then hearing him say he was single again, not being able to believe the calmness he had about it. Then touching him again, now, in a way in which she’d never had the chance.

Cisco cupped her cheek and brought her closer. She’d never been so lost in a kiss.

The front door opened, and Frost tugged at her peach dress. When she looked up and saw Cisco and Caitlin in front of her, she stood shocked. Though the shock passed quickly when she realized they had yet to even notice she’d caught them. “Um?” Frost waved Caitlin’s clutch in front of them in the air. “Hello??”

They stopped, blinking away the haze from their quiet intimacy. Cisco’s arm immediately went around her, his chin over her shoulder too. “Frost, couldn’t you have just walked away or something? You’re interrupting.”

“I thought priests were supposed to be abstinent!”

“He’s not a real priest!” Caitlin snapped irritatedly. “He’s my boyfriend!”

Cisco grinned. “Really? I mean, yes. Absolutely yes. But, really? I thought you’d need at least a day or two before needing to settle on labels, which you could still have, by the way.” Caitlin shushed him, planting another kiss against his lips. “I don’t think we need to be wasting anymore time, Cisco.”

Frost flipped her silver hair over her shoulder and called into the house, glaring at Nora and Bart West-Allen. “Now look at what you’ve done!”

Nora West-Allen peered out, sporting a confused frown. “What’s the problem? They’re supposed to be together.”

“Yes!” Cisco said. “Thank you.”

“The problem,” Frost ground out as she marched down the steps, “Is that I live with her and Cisco sold his place so now I’m gonna have to live with them.” A red car drove up to the driveway. Frost got into the Uber and slammed the door. Two seconds later, the window rolled down, Frost’s eyes glinted that icy blue from the old days as she shouted, “I. Hate. Weddings!”

2.

Caitlin unpeeled her medical gloves, rolling down Cisco’s pant leg. “It’s not broken or sprained.”

“Oh good.” Cisco’s arm went over his eyes. Caitlin stood up from the black stool to wash her hands at the sink. “I didn’t think it was.”

Caitlin didn’t think so either, but watching him fall from the Star Labs Van had still rattled her. She returned with two pain killers and a plastic cup. Cisco sat up and swished the water and pills down. Caitlin watched anxiously. She quirked an eyebrow when a funny look passed his face.

“Cisco?”

“You know what would make me feel even better, Dr. Snow?”

A startled laugh pushed out of her throat. Of course Cisco would want to play Doctor. She played along, fighting the flush that greeted her. “What?”

Cisco patted on the wax paper on her bed, letting her know there was a lot of room. She sat beside him to humour him, though their sides squished. There was no room at all. “We’re not having sex in my Med Bay,” she warned.

“No, no,” Cisco said, all wide-eyed and innocent. “Doctor, I’d never!”

“Have you ever thought of going for a pHD?” she asked, teasing him. “You’d get a title of your own…”

The question gave Cisco whiplash. He pouted at her. “Caitlin. C’mon.”

She smirked, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Okay fine, maybe one kiss.”

“Mmmm.”

Somehow, despite her firm insistence on no sex, Caitlin soon found herself lying down on the medical cot anyway, Cisco climbing over her, fiddling with the buttons of her white lab coat. Her hair spilled over the edge of the thin pillow, and she couldn’t seem to stop where this was ultimately going. Her hips raised when Cisco grinded against her a bit.

“How long have you wanted to do this?” she asked.

Cisco laughed. “Oh, you don’t want to know that answer.” He stopped though, pulling back a bit. “Okay, I know you don’t wanna fool around here. My place?”

“What! No!” Caitlin grabbed his wrist. “You’re teasing me, I’m changing my mind.”

“Babe, you said…” Cisco narrowed his eyes, watching the slow smile spread across her face.

The door slid open. Frost gawked. “Why are you just dangled over her like that?”

“Frost.” Caitlin let out a very deep sigh. “....I was checking to make sure he was okay.”

“Well clearly, he is!” Frost exclaimed. “I needed to get Cecile a band-aid.”

“Just use your powers,” Caitlin told her. “It’ll close the wound.”

“Yeah, no thanks.”

Cisco shooed her out.

Frost grabbed the box of band-aids and walked away.

Caitlin leaned up on her elbows. “Did that kill the mood for you too?”

“Yep.”

“YOU’RE WELCOME!” Frost called from down the hall.

3.

“Are we alone?”

“I locked the door.”

That was good enough.

Cisco’s hands went to her hips, then up and underneath the blouse Caitlin had tucked into her shirt. She’s laughing a little into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and stumbling as she tries to kick off her heels at the same time. “This is getting ridiculous.” Not sneaking off with Cisco in the middle of the day at Star Labs -- Barry and Iris do that too often to not be embarrassed about that -- but the sheer insatiability that instilled in the both of them since they got together. It was all the time. Nearly, every day, and it got set off by the slightest, silliest thing. If Cisco’s eyes glimmered when they shared a look at lunch, Caitlin wanted him. If she hopped onto Cisco’s desk at the workshop while he was working and crossed her legs, Cisco wanted her.

“Forget the shoes. You’re going to twist your ankle.”

“They’re uncomfortable, I want them off.” She takes a step back and loses her balance. Cisco pulls her just before she falls, arm slipping against her arched back, bringing her against his chest. Her eyes were wide and she caught her breath. Then smiled in a way she seldom did in public. A come hither, sexy mouth move that Cisco will have seared into his brain and committed until death. Cisco groaned and slipped his hand into her skirt just as the door handle rattles then falls to the ground and shatters. “Why are we even locking anything in this damn place anymore other than the pipeline-”

They jumped as Frost entered the room, stopping mid-mutter to stare at them. “Oh for fucking out loud.” She looked as though she wanted to hurl. “Chester sent me in here to get his printer blueprint stuff!”

“For crying out loud,” Caitlin corrected with just barely a whisper, still straightening her skirt as she blushed. She couldn’t decide if she was embarrassed or mad.

“Who even uses the printer anymore?” Cisco grumbled. “Those displays are HD and on Gideon’s cloud. Tell him it should be on his tablet.”

Frost rolled her eyes. “I’m not telling him that.” She marched forward and grabbed the stacks of papers from the silent printer off the side desk neither Caitlin nor Cisco were paying attention to. She threw a hand up at them, gesturing with her face screwed up in disgust, as though she couldn’t even stand to look at them in their dishevelled state. “If you wanted to get all frisky you should’ve used the archives. Everyone knows that’s where you screw around here, not the damn copy room, god. You two are such nerds.”

“You’re paying for the doorknob!” Cisco called after her. He went over to the shattered mess that had started to melt on the floor. Caitlin bit her lip, getting back into her heels. Cisco turned around. “Help me pick this up?”

“Of course.” Caitlin twitched her nose at the mess. “You know the Starchives will never work.”

“Obviously not.”

“...Maybe we should look into abandoned broom closets.”

4.

“Cisco-”

“Caitlin, god-”

Caitlin’s apartment door opened.

“Really?” Frost deadpanned. “On the couch?”

Caitlin covered her chest with the throw blanket. Cisco tucked himself back into his pants.

"We're sorry, Frost--"

"Save it."

5.

“OW!?” Cisco howled at the cold snow ball that had hit his head. Caitlin covered her eyes. “We were just kissing!”

“It always starts like that.” Frost lowered her icy hand. “Get. A. Room.”

+ 1

Cisco spun Caitlin around one last time in front of the door to the apartment after their six month anniversary date. He kissed her, slowly, sweetly. Then not so sweet. Caitlin loved it all. He backed her up against the door and deepened the kiss, but eventually pulled away and murmured, “Caitlin, I think we need to get our own place.”

Considering the fact all Caitlin wanted to do was drag Cisco to her bedroom while she knew Frost was inside told her he was exactly right.

She let out a small breath and bit her lip. “I want to. I just worry about…”

Cisco pinched his nose and sighed. Caitlin glanced up and down as he pushed back his hair. “I know that Frost loves you and all, but…”

“I know. I know.” Caitlin twists her clutch in her hands. “I’ll talk to her.” She gave him a look. “We’ll both talk to her.”

She opened the clutch for her keys and opened the door.

“--WHAT?”

Frost wiped at her mouth, standing up from her kneeled position on the floor. Cisco closed his eyes with a horrified yelp. “My eyes!”

Caitlin averted her own gaze at the strange man and his junk hanging out like that in the middle of her living room. “Who the hell are you?”

“Chill out Cisco, like I haven’t seen worse.” Frost licked her lips and grinned at Caitlin’s appalled yet cohesive grilling of the naked man in her house. “Caity, you’ll never believe it. Mark has a brother, and he’s also into art!”

Caitlin turned to Cisco. “Honey, we’re moving out.”

“Oh yeah.”

[paigiepixels]

I Bet on Losing Dogs - Lip Gallagher x Reader

You + Me - The Prince of the South Side, Lip Gallagher, falls in love with his best friend. This is their happy ever after. Chapter title is based on Mitski’s I Bet on Losing Dogs.

previous chapter ● also on wattpad

++++++++++

“I feel really shitty about earlier,” Lip mumbled into my hair as we walked to his dorm.

“Don’t worry,” I shook my head, “I’ve all but forgotten about it, honestly. Watching someone get interrogated on drug charges will do that to you, I guess.”

“Please, stay tonight?” he asked as we reached his building.

A tiny chuckle left my lips, “Why the hell did you think I left the car? Your campus isn’t in the safest neighborhood but I know you can defend yourself, you don’t need me and my pepper spray walking you to your door like it’s the 1950’s and we just shared a milkshake at the diner.”

He opened the door for me as he shook his head. “Okay, okay.”

“What’s next, are you gonna wear my letterman jacket? Want me to take you to the point overlooking a small suburban town to make out in my dad’s car? Can I grope your A-cups over your cheerleading uniform while we kiss with no tongue? What’s that sound outside? Could it be an escapee from the local prison that lost his hand in that accident where they replaced it with a hook?”

“Alright, you got that out of your system yet or are you still workshopping your tight five?” Lip threw an arm around me in as the elevator doors closed.

“I could go a little longer.” I shrugged. “Baby boomers paid twelve dollars for their houses then ruined the economy for the rest of us, they deserve to be made fun of.” Lip just shook his head as he unlocked his dorm door.

I shrugged out of the large shirt I slipped on earlier that evening and shimmied out of my leggings.

“You know,” Lip eyed me up and down like I was a bottle of water in the middle of the desert, “it’s been well over twenty-four hours since we last had sex.” He quickly undressed.

Placing my hands on my hips, I played along, “Hm, I guess it has been.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and made his way over, placing his hands over mine. “Maybe we should, I don’t know, have some sex?”

“The beast with two backs?” I countered.

“Take a trip to pound town?”

“Butter my biscuit.”

“Mmmm, exactly,” he mumbled with a lick to his lips as he leaned into towards me.

I gripped my fingers into his curls and let his tongue explore the confines of my mouth while I leaned back onto the bed. One of Lip’s arms groped my ass while the other steadied him on the mattress. I pretzeled my legs around his waist, his mouth wandered from my own, to my neck, down to my décolletage and breasts, placing kisses along every inch he could. I mumbled some profanities as he slipped a hand under me to unhook my bra, I toed at his boxers, giving him the hint to even the playfield. Rapidly, he took off whatever remainders of clothes we both had on and reached into the nightstand for a condom. Before I knew it I was practically impaled by him, a gasp getting stuck in the very back of my throat. My eyes squeezed shut and my hands grasped at the skin on his back, surely leaving marks and scratches from my nails. The pace was steady tonight, not too fast nor too slow. He rocked back and forth into me in long, firm thrusts, satisfying his need to just be close to me.

I could tell by his mood tonight that this wasn’t just to get off, this was emotional, it was coming from somewhere deep down within him. Not like I could blame him, it’s been a rough few weeks. The way he buried his head into the crook of my neck, nuzzling into my hair and taking a long whiff. Sex was always personal for us, even a quickie with little to no eye contact was filled with emotion, but times like this were different, like everyone else on the planet had disappeared and the only reason we were still breathing was to have another second to be together.

Lip was hastily becoming undone, his breaths becoming sharper. He rubbed my clit with gentle force as I squeezed my eyes shut, he was trying to get us off at the same time. I bit my lower lip with a sharp canine and curled my toes as the dopamine exploded in my brain. He groaned and shuddered before collapsing onto me, placing kisses on my exposed neck.

“Fuck,” he mumbled while rolling over and removing the condom with a snap.

“When was the last time we went that long without fucking?” I wondered out loud.

“Can’t remember, my brain is goo,” he chuckled.

++++++++++

I saw a half-naked Lip, town slung around his hips, walking down the hallway from the opposite end as I reached his door. A tall man in a hoodie was behind him, it took me a few seconds to realize it was Kevin.

“Hey, you two,” I shifted onto the balls of my feet as Lip unlocked his room.

“Uh, hi,” Lip said, tugging the towel around his waist a little tighter. Kev followed him inside, I blinked twice, wondering why he was here. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’m here to take you to Carl’s court thing, what is he doing here? Kev?”

“Uh, just crashing in an empty dorm while V stays at the house with the girls.”

“Huh,” I nodded. “No comment, I guess.”

“What about V?” Lip asked as he walked around the room getting ready.

“What about V?” Kev repeated. “I can’t think about that right now. She’s doing her thing, I’m doing my thing, it was her decision.”

I dropped my bag onto Lip’s unmade bed and sat next to it. “Don’t you think it’s worth it to give it another shot? You have kids, you’ve gotta at least try to work it out.”

Kev sighed and leaned his head against the wall, “I don’t know anymore, V was the one who started this whole mess and now she’s stopped talking to me about anything that isn’t baby.” His sentence stopped when he answered his ringing phone. “Well, duty calls. Rape Walker, at your service.”

I pursed my lips and widened my eyes at Lip, who mouthed Long story.

“I was gonna just take the L, you know,” Lip said as we walked hand-in-hand to the parking lot.

My shoulders shrugged, “I don’t mind taking you, I want to be there for Carl and Fiona. Mostly Fiona,” I chucked. “She’s gonna need it.”

“Can you actually imagine Carl getting in front of a judge and not incriminating himself for like, fourteen things he did this morning alone?”

“Your Honor,” I imitated the young teenager by putting on a lazy voice, “I swear the bailiff stuck that joint in my mouth before I got in here. That’s not mine-” I was stopped in my tracks by getting walked into by what felt like a brick wall wrapped in wool.

“I’m sorry-” Her face changed from an indifferent position when she looked up from the Blackberry in her hands. “Phillip, I’m sorry, I wasn’t quite looking where I was going,” she tucked her cellphone into the pocket of her expensive-looking jacket. “Have you spoken with Mr. Lorenzo from Financial Aid yet?”

“Uh, no, not yet,” Lip replied before gesturing at me with his free hand. “Professor Runyon, this is my girlfriend y/n. Professor Runyon teaches Critical Theory.”

“Nice to meet you,” I reached out and was met by a cashmere-covered hand to shake while staring at her striking face.

“Likewise,” her hand lingered after the shake, I pulled away. “Well, I have a class to get to, very nice to meet you, y/n. Phillip,” she nodded and continued to walk in the direction we were coming from.

“She seems nice, if not overly-perfumed,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, she hit on me yesterday,” Lip sighed as he grasped a hand firmly around my waist and ushered me to my car as quickly as possible.

“What?!”

“So, you’re dropping that class, right?” I all-but stated as we got in the car.

Lip shook his head, “I can’t. It’s the only one left and I need a full load.”

I squinted at him, “I don’t know, I’d say you were already full of something if you asked me.”

He blinked before replying, “I can’t compete with that, it’s a good one.”

Resting my forehead on the steering wheel, “I don’t want to be this demanding, controlling girlfriend. You know I hate that. I trust you, but,” I picked my head up and took a breath, Lip pushed a strewn hair off of my face, “I don’t trust other people. It’s a lot for me.”

“Hey, look at me…” he grasped my face between his hands as much as he could with the console between us. “Trust me, only me. That’s all there is to it. Believe me, I won’t do anything for you to worry about, ever. Alright?” I nodded. “Nope, not good enough for me. Gotta hear you say it.”

“Alright.”

“Okay, good.” He pulled my face closer with his hands still holding on and kissed the top of my head for at least a three-count. “Now, let’s get going to this damn hearing already.”

++++++++++

We shuffled into the small courtroom and into stiff chairs with itchy upholstery. I settled in with Lip on my left, he leaned in towards V and muttered, “V, this thing with you and Kev, is it temporary?”

“What did he say when you asked him?”

“Uh, nothing,” Lip broke eye contact and looked towards the ground, feigning innocence and ending the conversation.

“All rise,” the bailiff announced. “The Circuit Court of Cook County is now in session. The honorable Judge Rita Gaither is presiding.”

Chuckie was up first, Sammi was sitting in the front row with bruises littering her face. His lawyer’s defense was that Chuckie is of barely functioning intellect, it was a miracle he could wipe his ass, et cetera. Of course, Sammi stood up and testified towards her son, calling Lip’s family “a den of wolves.”

I hardly recognized Carl when he came in after Chuckie’s sentencing. Fiona had dressed him to play the part - an old button-up of Lip’s, hand-me-down khakis, all topped off with a neatly combed head of hair and glasses from Patsy’s lost and found.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s an upstanding young man,” Lip whispered.

V leaned in, resting her chin on a well-manicured hand, “Just like Ted Bundy.”

“Do you regret what you’ve done, Carl?”

“I did something really dumb that I shouldn’t have.” Fiona nodded along with his answer. “I trusted a fucking retard with a man’s job.” Uh oh. “Next time I move a bunch of drugs, I’ll be smarter.”

“If you want to go into my chambers and speak to me off the record, now is the time. Otherwise, you will end up in juvenile prison. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.” I could practically see the explosion going on inside Fiona’s head.

The judge sighed, “That’s not what I was hoping to hear.”

“I know what you were hoping to hear. If Your Honor would lose 20 pounds, I would consider tapping that.” Lip laughed into his shoulder, trying to hide his amusement.

“I think I've heard enough. I sentence you to the maximum of one year at the Illinois Department of Corrections Juvenile Justice Division. You're remanded to the custody of the Sheriff. This court is in recess.”

Fiona grabbed Carl by the arm and asked him what he was thinking, he was excited to go. It didn’t surprise me.

Once we left the building Ian and Lip separated from the group to go smoke, I caught up with them after a quick chat with V about her twins.

“How’s it hanging, boys?” I asked while stuffing my hands into my coat pockets to warm them up.

“Nothing, just bullshitting,” Lip grunted as he stood up from his crouching position next to Ian. He handed me the cigarette he was smoking to share. As I was mumbling a thanks Ian got off the bench and walked away without as much as a goodbye.

“The fuck’s his problem?” I asked, handing the cigarette back.

“He went to the clinic, he’s upset about the medication.”

“Of course he is,” I spat and Lip replied with a confused look. “You think I like taking birth control every day? No! But like clockwork, every morning, I open that little plastic round thingy and pop one, just so you can jizz inside of me.” I patted him on the shoulder for comfort. “Plus I got my anti-depressants and anti-anxieties, but those aren’t as annoying as taking a pill every day purely for sex purposes.”

“Wow, thank you for your sacrifice,” his voice was dripping in sarcasm.

I stole the cigarette back from him and replied after a puff, “You’re damn welcome.”

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I was reading on the small bed in Lip’s dorm when he came back from class, resting in just a large t-shirt and my underpants.

“Hey,” he flung his backpack onto the floor. I didn’t bother looking up from my book while I mumbled a greeting back. “You want a beer?”

“Nah, I’m good,” I replied.

Lip made his way over to the mini-fridge and opened it. “Uh, you stock my fridge?”

“Yeah, I got a couple of things while you were in class. Folded your clean laundry, too.”

After grabbing a beer Lip closed the fridge and sat down on the side of the bed. “Hey,” he placed a hand on my bare leg, I almost recoiled, his hand was freezing from being outside. “You don’t have to keep taking me places and getting me stuff.”

I placed my open book down on my chest, “What?”

“I know you’re going through stuff, you don’t have to be spending so much time doin’ shit for me.”

“Well, I like doing stuff for you, okay? It makes me feel like I’m doing something good.”

“Like we’re charity?”

I groaned and sat up onto my knees, “No, like, I love you, and I love your family, and helping you guys, like, makes me feel like I have a purpose. Like I’m part of the big family I always wanted.”

“…You’ve always been part of our family.”

“Do you not like it anymore when I do things for you?” I asked with a raised brow.

“No, no,” he shook his head, “I love that you love my family, but I’m just saying, even if you didn’t do these things, everyone would still love you. You don’t have to buy your way in.”

“Oh, I never bought my way in,” I chuckled, “I sucked my way in, s’more like it.”

Lip rolled his eyes at my corny joke, “You’re so dumb sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, pulling on the hem of his shirt. “Now get into bed and show me just how much you appreciate me buying you groceries and changing your sheets.”

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