#not that it would stop me in the end but it sure would cause me greater levels of pain lmao

[ihaznoclue]

hello! Can we have movie shadow x a seriously hurt reader prehaps? The reader is now close to death after them getting the second cannon key and shadow finds them close to deaths door and saves them after growing close to them as the mission for revenge has gone on?

Pairings -> Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

Warnings -> Injuries, near death experiences, getting shot

Note -> Reader gets seriously injured when getting the second key luckily shadow finds them and saves them

Genre -> Angst

Shadow The Hedgehog

This was your mission, a mission that you couldn't mess up or there will be consequences for you You were willing to help for shadow, his revenge for his friends death. You wanted to help shadow, after all his pain and suffering you wanted to help him get his revenge towards G.U.N.

You didn't like G.U.N either, many things you hated about them and you wanted to change everything that they did.

Now your mission was to get the second key from the G.U.N base that was in London. You never been to London before but here you were now in the G.U.N base, quietly getting through security.

Luckily you went through the vents to get to the place you needed to be, crawling the tight space as you looked to the side to see so many G.U.N members walking around keeping guard.

You were nervous yes but you were willing to do this, because you agreed that instead of the Robotniks to get the key you would do it instead.

Shadow didn't like the idea of you going alone but you reassured him that you will be fine as you would go in and out quickly.

Shadow stayed with Stone in the crab underground in the sewers, watching a film movie while you and the Robotniks went inside. Shadow was staying put until he was told to help just in case.

You were crawling a little bit more in the vents trying to keep quiet, hearing voices here and there as you finally reached where the key would be.

You needed to kick down the vent in order to get out, which was a bad idea as it made so much noise so you waited for a couple of seconds to here if anyone was coming.

No-one

You sighed in relief as you got out of the vents as you stood up stretching form being in that tight ass vents for so long.

The place was empty and quiet which was a bit eerie for you but you spotted the key, you were going to reach it but..

"Hold it right there!"

well shit.. you were caught

You knew that would happen for kicking the vents so God damn loud so you froze putting on a act to help save you from getting shot or something like that.

"Turn around and put your hand where I can see them"

You obeyed as you turned around and put your hands up, you need to think of something to get out of this situation

All that you could do was

Run?

Hide?

Get shot?

Run it is...

"Come back here!"

You ran and ran where your feet could go, that was until shot were fire towards you

"Are you kidding me?!" You shouted as you ran passed more guys as they put up there Guns

You didn't know where the exit was and if you did go to the exit you were sure there would be more people there to stop you from leaving

You were scared that you were going to die, as you turned a corner a shot hit your shoulder which caused you to scream

Blood staining your clothes as you ran more, a another shot hit the side of your hip only slightly as more blood came out

You were sure going to lose a lot of blood for this, you turned around as you saw no-one following you anymore as you lost them

You then hit your head on the wall as you came to a dead end, your head was throbbing as you slouched down of the wall into sitting

You needed to get someone to come and get you

Whispering Shadow's name as then everything went black as you passed out

With Shadow, he was with the second key as he took it from Tom who he thought was the commander

Now all he needed is to find you, hoping you were okay as he used chaos control to teleport everywhere in the base to find you

Eventually he did as he spotted you in a terrible state he didn't want to see you in, blood spilling on the floor, who ever did this to you would pay but he needed to get you out of here

He never used chaos control with a human before but he was willing to try to get you to safety and to get you healed

He needed to save you or else he would lose both of the people he loved and cared for the most

He wanted to you alive and he was willing to fight for it

-A<3

[cheyisagirlkisser]

need ellie who can’t stop whining while fucking you with the strap because it feels so good against her clit :(

warnings: 18+ content, sub!top ellie (though its implied she usually isn’t a sub), strap-on sex (r! receiving), strap is referred to as Ellie’s dick

Ellie usually prides herself on her strap game. On a bad day, she can have you still satisfied underneath her and cuddle with you, even if she doesn’t have the energy to pull a second orgasm from you. On a good day, she could be on a late night Mcdonald’s run after fucking you for hours on end.

Currently, Ellie feels almost embarrassed by the way she is sloppily grinding into you. She swears to herself that she just needs a few more seconds of this absolute heavenly feeling, but it’s hard when she can almost feel your silky walls grip her, making it extremely difficult for her to pull away and slam back into you just to hit your g-spot.

If she was honest though, Ellie would admit that what really caused this was the base of the strap hitting right onto her clit, which didn’t help at all because the nub was already swollen with neglected need. She lost herself in that one brush, and soon found herself just..grinding against your pussy, using it shamelessly.

You are really confused. Ellie usually doesn’t fuck you like this, but it still kinda does the job and helps the tip of her dick brush all over your insides. It’s just not like Ellie’s usual methods of movement, but when she starts whining, you catch on.

Her moans have always been glorious, but this is another level. You have this usually composed girl grinding into your cunt so she can get off, and she whines while she does it. You pray to whatever higher being that she does this again.

“Feels good?”

“Yes baby, your pussy feels so good..” She plants a messy, wet smooch on your cheek and buries her face into the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Gonna cum in me? Make a mess?” You know she can’t actually do that, but your head is fuzzy from your girlfriend literally humping you, so all you can really think about is how good her juices would feel on your pussy.

“Fuck!!” She grabs your thighs, hands spreading over the soft skin, and spreads you wider so that she can at least attempt to bury herself further into you. “I’m gonna cum, can I please cum on your pussy?”

You moan something almost incoherent, but it’s surely permission. Ellie’s movements grow frantic until you feel her tense up above you, letting little breathy pants out that heat up your skin. All of it gets you hot—her sweaty skin against yours, the scent of her shampoo that fills your nostrils, those soft whines and blissful cries, and the movements that somehow have you cumming with her.

Her body is soon limp on yours, clinging to you like a vice. You feel wetness between both of your bodies, and you can’t tell whose is whose. Juices all inbetween your thighs and probably coating her harness and the dildo attached, but you find it almost intimate. Both of you are sharing the same bliss.

“Love you. Sorry for getting carried away,” she mumbled both lazily and apologetically in your ear, making you squeeze her tightly.

“I love you too, Els. And I think I like when you get all whiney on me,” you say with a giggle.

Now, that is something Ellie will keep in mind.

umm so i went overboard with this one thank you for this request though bc it’s a little old but delicious

[wonderjanga]

Ms. Kent and Billy

it’s 1959 and it’s been a year ever since Billy got his powers. Life is good and he found out about a pie eating contest happening in some little town in Kansas called Smallville. If you were to win, you’d get a whole $100.

Billy: “A hundred whole dollars… I could get food for weeks- no, months with that!”

Martha(Ma Kent): *appeared behind him* “Are you gonna participate in the contest?”

Billy: *startles* “Uh… Yes?”

Martha: “Aren’t you a little skinny for that?”

Billy: “Wha- I’m not skinny! I don’t think I’m too skinny at least.”

Martha: *looks him up and down wondering if he’d let her cook a bunch of food for him* “Sure. Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. Are you new to Smallville?”

Billy: “Yes. This is my first time here actually.”

Martha: “Oh? So you’re just here for the pie contest?”

Billy: “Yup. I’m gonna eat as much pie as I can, and then I’m gonna get the money.”

Martha: “Will you tell me if they’re good?”

Billy: “Sure? Why?”

Martha: “Cause me and my mom made all the pies for the competition!”

Billy: “Oh, that’s amazing!” *looks starstruck*

Martha: *sounds proud* “I know.”

Billy didn’t end up winning the competition. He actually ended up vomiting after his first pie because his little malnourished self couldn’t handle all of that. Martha was there though to clean him up with a rag. They got to know each other better after that and soon enough, Billy would transform into Marvel, fly over to Smallville, and hang out with her. Martha even got to know Freddy because he would sometimes fly over with Billy too. Then the time bubble happened and fast forward 50 years. Billy, after panicking about his entire life and everything he knows it being over, went to go see Martha, who was conveniently still near Smallville.

Billy: *knocks on the door*

Martha: “Coming!” *opens the door and looks around seeing no one*

Billy: “Down here.”

Martha: *looks down to Billy and pauses to stare*

Billy: “Heeeeeeeey Martha.” *awkward wave*

Martha continued to stare at him for a solid minute before she rubbed her eyes, and then rubbed them again for good measure.

Martha: “Billy…?”

Billy: “Martha…?”

Martha: “Oh- my… Oh my Gosh!” *kneels down so she can look him over even going as far as to pinch his little cheeks to make sure he’s real*

Billy: “Ow! Martha, stop!” *bats away her hands*

Martha: *keeps trying to pinch him aways* “Are you real?”

Billy: “Yes?”

Martha: *has seen too much nonsense due to Clark* “Well, if you’re the real Billy uhm… Where did we first meet?”

Billy: “A pie eating contest here?”

Martha: “Hmm… That might be too easy… What pies did I make for the contest?”

Billy: “Wha- I don’t know!? How am I supposed to remember that??”

Martha: “Okay… Too hard. How about you tell me something only you would’ve known about a fourteen year old me.”

Billy: “Like what?”

Martha: “Like something secret I told you.”

Billy: “Uhm… You had a crush on Elvis and said you wanted your future husband to be just like him?”

Martha: *stares before feeling herself cringe at her teenage self* “Okay, I’ll assume you’re the real Billy. Come in, bud.”

They caught up after that. They even decided to make pies together again. It was fun. You would just see them in the kitchen together talking about whatever, normally old lady stuff, and baking. Then, when Grandpa Kent came home…

Jonathan(Pa Kent): “Martha, I’m home!” *walks to the kitchen and pauses when he sees Billy and Martha*

Martha and Billy: *stare back at him*

Jonathan: “Martha is that an another grandbaby, clone, or cousin of Clark’s?”

Martha: “None of those. This is Billy. He’s a friend of mine.”

Jonathan: “Martha, you’re just befriending eight-year-olds now? Where are his parents?”

Billy: “They’re dead, mister! But don’t worry, me and Martha met back in ‘59. We go way back.”

Jonathan: *stares for a solid minute* “Wait a darn moment… were you caught up in all that Fawcett business?” *heard about it on the news*

Billy: “Yup!”

Martha: “What Fawcett business?”

That’s how Billy was led to explain the entirety of the time bubble and suspendium and all that. The Kents thankfully welcomed him with open arms. After this entire incident, Billy showing up to the farm was a regular occurrence. He could bake with Martha and help Mr. Jonathan out as much as he could on the farm. Then, one of the Kents other grandchildren showed up. (Billy was basically their grandbaby too, not that the Batson knew)

Jonathan: *trying to fix their tractor because it broke down for whatever reason*

Billy: *standing to the side, holding a toolbox and giving him tools whenever he asks*

Jon: *flies over from Metropolis* “Grandpa! Grandpa-” *does a double take when he sees Billy* “Wait, who’re you?”

Billy: “I’m Billy!”

Jonathan: “You heard him Jon. He’s Billy.”

Jon: *suddenly self-conscious of the fact that he’s flying in front of this kid and kinda just revealed his identity* “I’m uh… Jon.” *slowly floats down to land on the ground*

Billy and Jon: *stare at each other*

Jonathan: “Billy, can you pass me the diamond tip screwdriver?”

Billy: “Sure!” *passes it to him*

Yeah… Jon was a little confused as to who this random kid was. He was also a little confused as to why he refers to Jon’s grandpa has Mr. Jonathan but refers to Jon’s grandma as Martha. Did he live with grandma and grandpa? Is he another one of his dad’s cousins? Jon doesn’t think the boy’s a kryptonian but he might be wrong. Anyways, he’s making everything weird! Though it’s a sort of good kind of weird? His grandma is acting… younger? They also keep referencing things Jon has no idea about. (Late 50s pop culture) The kid- Billy, seems nice enough though. He has no problems playing with Jon so that’s awesome! Jon is so happy to have a friend away from home, but he’s still confused as to why Billy is at the farm.

Jon: “Dad, why do some people live on farms?”

Supes: “Because they’re farmers…?”

Jon: “No, but like what if they aren’t farmers, and they just help the farmers that are already there? Like one day they just showed up and decided to help around.”

Supes: “Well, I guess the closest thing you’re looking for would be a farmhand. Why are you asking?”

Jon: “Well, there’s this kid that lives with grandma and grandpa now-”

Supes: “WHAT?!”

Yeah, neither Ma Kent or Pa Kent have told Clark about this. It kind of slipped their minds.

Bonus interactions:

Before Pa Kent Came Home…

Billy: “Who’s that?” *looking at a photo of Pa and Ma Kent together*

Martha: “My husband.”

Billy: “Husband…?” *suddenly sad he missed a bunch of stuff from Martha’s life* “Oh…”

Martha: You sound upset. What’s wrong?

Billy: “Nothing.”

Twenty Years Ago When Clark Was Still a Kid…

Supes: Ma, who’s that? *looking at a photo of a nine year old Billy and a fourteen year old Martha*

Martha: “Oh, that’s Billy and I.”

Supes: “Who’s Billy?”

Martha: “An old friend of mine. He uhm… disappeared one day. I don’t know what happened to him.”

[two-birds-and-a-bush]

you smile as you watch him from your vantage point on the couch. the bulge of his diaper is visible under the size-larger-than-usual jeans he's wearing, and it's shifting quite a bit under his pants as he steps from foot to foot while he searches for something on the bookshelf. you're sure he's trying to be subtle, but you know exactly what's going on, and it's turning you on like nothing else.

finally he selects a book and settles down on the couch next to you, a pained expression twisting his face. you smile and put your hand on his knee, casually pulling his legs open, which of course causes him to whine and slam them shut again. you smile. "something wrong, baby? you look a little tense."

"it's nothing," he mutters, jiggling his leg.

you decide to drop the matter, knowing that the longer you can spin this out, the more delicious the end results will be. he opens his book and you go back to scrolling on your phone, watching him out of the corner of your eye the whole time. he's squirming more and more; he must know he's being wildly obvious about the problem at this point, but he's still too shy to say anything directly. you can't help but notice that he's barely turned a page in the time since he's sat down, and he's bouncing his leg constantly, occasionally letting out a whimper and pressing his legs even tighter together as an especially strong urge seems to hit him. you're rubbing your legs together too, barely resisting the urge to slip your own hand into your pants at the sight of his desperation.

it's more this than anything that leads you to push the game further. "hey babe, could you get me a glass of water?"

he gives you a desperate look, but he can't deny the request without giving up his secret. slowly, as if every move pains him, he puts down the book and stands up, wincing as the inevitable surge of desperation hits him. with small steps, he shuffles to the kitchen, occasionally pausing to bounce in place a little, and you watch gleefully as he takes a glass out of the cupboard and reluctantly makes his way to the sink. as he turns his back to you to turn on the tap, you slip a hand between your own legs and start teasing yourself over your pants, biting your lip to mute your own moan when he starts frantically dancing from foot to foot as the sound of the running water hits his ears. he hurries back to you and hands you the glass, then jams both hands between his legs with a whine.

you take only a sip before pretending to finally notice his distress. "are you sure you're okay, honey? it really seems like something's wrong. you can tell me, you know."

he shakes his head, stubbornly pressing his knees together. "I'm fine!"

"well, alright," you say. "you know, I'm not actually that thirsty after all. do you want the rest of this water?"

his eyes flare with panic. "no, I'm okay--"

"you need to make sure you're hydrated, baby. when's the last time you drank something?"

"I-- I don't know--"

"see, that just means you need to drink more. come on, drink up." you press the glass into his hand, and he takes one reluctant sip before he stops to bend forward and squeeze his legs together, pushing the glass back at you so he can use both his hands to hold himself again. "I-I'm sorry, I can't!"

you prop your chin on your hand and smile sweetly at him. "and why would that be, baby?"

"because-- because I need to pee!" he cries, and the words are music to your ears (and your lower regions too). with this admission he doubles down on the potty dance, hopping frantically from foot to foot, alternately crossing one leg over the other as he whines in pure desperation.

"oh, baby," you croon in mock sympathy. "it's okay, you've got your diaper on. come and sit in my lap, and just try to relax. you can pee in your diaper, it's okay."

he shuffles over and positions himself in your lap, whining as he bucks his hips against yours to help him hold. the friction is too much for you to keep your composure anymore; you groan into his shoulder as you grab his hips, pulling him closer to you and grinding against him. he moans, though you can't tell if it's due to desperation or arousal.

"let go, baby," you murmur, as he pulls back to grab the front of his pants and whimpers. "just let go. it's okay."

"I--I can't--"

"you can, baby. you're wearing a diaper, it will hold all your pee. just relax, let it alllll flow out, soak that nice thick diaper--"

he gasps, and you hear a spurt of pee shoot out before he frantically presses into you to stop the flow, holding himself even tighter, and god, you thought you were turned on before. "no, I mean, I really can't-- I--"

you raise an eyebrow. this sounds new, not a part of play you were expecting. is something genuinely wrong?

"I-I-I," he blushes, and uses his free hand to cover his eyes, "I, I already used my diaper earlier, and I was too embarrassed to tell you, so now it's already full and I... I need a new one right now!"

"oh g-god," you manage as the full scope of the situation hits you and you thrust your hips into his, swept off your feet with lust by the knowledge that he might actually be about to wet through his pants if you don't do something quickly. "oh, baby, I," you grit your teeth and force yourself to go back into your role, "I've gotta get you changed right now then. come on, come with me."

he hops off your lap, dancing, both hands jammed between his legs, and runs in front of you to the bedroom where you keep your supplies, whimpering as the first spurts start to leak out of his diaper and wet the thighs of his pants. "I can't, I can't, it's coming out, I can't..."

"you can, baby, you can," you gasp as you dig through the drawers for a fresh diaper and whip his changing pad onto the ground. he steps onto it, dancing desperately. "just lie down for me and I'll get you a fresh diaper to pee in. you're so close, baby, just lie down."

he whines and clutches himself, thighs clamped together, eyes screwed shut with effort as he lowers himself down onto the mat. you kneel down next to him and start undoing the buttons of his jeans, but his hands are in the way, and he whimpers when you try to move them away. "baby, I'm going to need you to move your hands if you want me to change you."

"I can't, I can't, I need to pee so bad--"

"hold it," you say, as you grab his wrists and move his hands away, going back to undoing his jeans as fast as you can. he shoves his hands into the front of his diaper to hold himself anew, but despite his best efforts the leak on his pants is getting bigger, and just as you get his pants open and start undoing a tab on his diaper he gasps. "it's coming out, it's coming out, it's-- it's--"

"hold it, baby--"

"I can't," and that's when you hear hissing as his poor overstretched bladder empties into his soaked diaper, which of course starts leaking into his pants almost immediately. you groan at the sight of his pee overflowing the diaper, and pull the sodden diaper off as you lay yourself next to him, pulling his body over yours so his pee streams onto your pants, soaking you as well as him. "just pee on me, baby, let it all out. good boy. good boy, good baby, you did so good trying to hold it for me. just go ahead and pee."

his lips find yours, and he's still peeing as your hands roam freely over one another's bodies, humping and grinding against each other among the puddles and soaked clothing and diapers.

diapered bf who is new to using them in front of you getting increasingly squirmy and obviously potty dancing, but when you try to get him to relax he just gets more and more upset until he finally has to admit that he used his diaper earlier and was too embarrassed to tell you, so he needs a new one right now

[linlinmoon]

hi bub! i'm not sure if you're taking requests rn, but if you are, i'd like to request a fluffy leona kingscholar x reader fic where reader can't stop playing with leona's tail 🤭🦁

Soft Spot

🖋️: thank u for this request! reading and writing leona fics are my guilty pleasure, fun fact! riddle, leona, and malleus caught my eye the first ever time i got into twst yrs ago hihi :)) i hope u enjoy this one! i really enjoyed writing it within the day 🤍

🍰: word count: 994 words. gn! reader, fluff! leona kingscholar x reader (likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated !!)

Leona wouldn't have ever put his guard down around anyone, it's the one other important thing he learned being in the savannah. That you are vulnerable when you turn your back on someone, it's always been that way, survival of the fittest they say.

 So when you came into his life, well, it was a big change to say the least. Whenever you were around, he always had unexplainable emotions that was bubbling up inside of him. Urges that he wouldn't usually have, he knew it wasn't normal.

The feeling of wanting to know how you're hand felt in his, the way he yearned for the sensation of your hands going over his calloused ones, wanting to entangle his fingers into yours. How you would glance at him every now and then while you braid his hair for him on a lazy morning, the way your eyes moved when your gaze shifted elsewhere or how they would turn into crescents when you smiled. 

This was far from normal. Though he couldn't help but enjoy it and want more. He was wrapped around your finger. 

Lounging in the dimly lit space of his dorm where the sunlight would only seep through his room's opened blinds, he had you over to "keep him company" and didn't elaborate further. Not like he wanted or needed to anyway, unless it's just the fact that he didn't want to admit that he feels safer and comfortable when you're around. Or that he does like being around you, it wasn't lonely like it always was. You were "tolerated by him" (but of course, it's not just that.) 

You had lounged on a different seat near his bed while you spoke to him about the upcoming spelldrive tournament, asking him about how it was for the team when in preparation. 

“Just don't pull a stunt like the one you did last time. Competitiveness has it's limits too.”

“Not for me there isn't, it's just a matter of not wanting to lose, beasty. And our dorm is set on winning whether they like it or not.” He spoke, his lazy tone lingering in the air before it comes to a comfortable silence. 

Minutes would pass, the housewarden's eyes would droop a little to rest them. Ears twitching and his tail swishing around, it was a sign that he was still up and hadn't already fallen asleep on you.

Naturally due to you and Leona's difference in species, you had noticed the way his tail would swish around as he kept himself awake while doing so. It was the only other time you would see it up close, knowing him, he didn't let anyone touch or even come close to his tail. But supposedly, it was yet again different with you.

Unable to help yourself, you reach out to tamper with his tail a little. Feeling the hairs of the ends of his tail as you did so, causing him to open his eyes in curiosity of what you were doing. Your laughter rung in his ears, making his ears twitch and an amused smile tugging on the corners of his lips. As he watched you aimlessly play around, the same unexplainable feeling warms his heart again whenever he's around you. 

Following the movement of his tail aimlessly, you hadn't noticed him watching in amusement. He had kept quiet as he moved his tail around for you to follow it like you were some type of cat he was trying to lure in with a toy. It was amusing in his eyes, a soft snort escaped him as he tried to contain his laughter.

The housewarden begun to intentionally move his tail around in directions to watch your hands follow it suit. After a little while, he deliberately stops and lets you finally take his tail into your gentle grasp, not wanting to hurt him or anything. Leona's tail begins to wrap around your wrist and the entire length of your forearm before finally letting out a chuckle.

“Enjoyed yourself?”

“Well, it was fun while it lasted.”

“You're rather easy to please. You know, not everyone gets to do that with my tail.”

“Exactly, that's what makes it even more enjoyable.”

Leona glances up at you and barks out a gentle laugh before shaking his head, his eyes lingering again on your figure. Whatever this feeling was, and whatever it does to him, he does not want it to stop. He gestures a little as his grip on you by his tail ushers you forwards.

“Come here, lay with me, beasty.”

As you do so, his tail uncoils itself from your arms. His head had readjusted so it would lay on your chest with your body underneath him. 

You began to scratch his ears and card your fingers through his smooth thick locks of hair. Leona almost purred due to the sensation if he let himself give into it, maybe he would if it was any other day.

“I didn't think you were the type to like this. Though again, maybe I don't know you well enough then.”

“Maybe so.. You know, this is all new to me.. but I don't hate it.”

Sure, maybe it was because it was something other than the usual feelings of annoyance, bitterness, and hatred when it came to different aspects of his life as the second born prince or being the current housewarden of savanaclaw. But maybe, just maybe, it was simply because it was you. You and your whole being. The way you see him as not only a prince but just him, as a beastman and like any other his kind, just Leona. 

 “So.. you do like it?”

“Don't push your luck, beasty.”

His gaze adores you in so many absolute ways as he spoke. Resting his head on your chest, leaning into your touch with a hidden smile on his lips as he buries his face into you. Maybe just maybe, he'll let you make him vulnerable, just this once. 

“.. I just like having you around. i like it way more than I should.”

[the-teufort-nine]

The BLU Chemist Reader returns for their final fic! 11k words and about a week of work and beta reading by @pinkypiechar have led to this! I hope it lives up to expectations!

If you like the idea of a Chemist Reader, please consider checking out my longer, RED Chemist Fem!Reader fic, whenever I actually get around to writing it.

Mercs x GN!Reader | Respawn Malfunction PART 3: Chem and RED's Excellent Adventure

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Hurt/Comfort, Discussion of Poly Relationship, Crossfaction Flirting | NSFW, because while technically no sex happens, its definitely discussed/implied| Cw: starvation, mentions of graphic death/description of a corpse, mentions of pet death (non graphic), possesive behaviours ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Featuring:

Everyone! Even Miss Pauling is here, as well as a particularly charming duo from the enemy team.

Scenario: Having been stranded at the new base with no hope of making it back to their team alone, the BLU Chemist must ask their mortal enemy for help. Thankfully, even a RED Engineer has some good ole' southern hospitality, and the Texan offers to get the BLU back to their team. (Un)fortunately, someone else has joined in on their little quest...

The RED team's Engineer had seen many things during his time working for Mann Co., but the sight before him now may have been the strangest yet.

The BLU Chemist, whom everyone knew had died during that horrible Respawn failure, was standing on the other end of his trusty shotgun.

Well, standing might have been too generous a word. The Merc was swaying like a sapling in a storm, trembling from the effort of staying upright. Their usually vibrant eyes were dull behind their safety goggles, which didn't hug their face like usual. Everything they wore looked baggy and ill-fitting, barely hanging onto their gaunt, thin form. They looked dead, as though their soul had been dragged back from the afterlife and shoved into their corpse.

“How the hell…” he lowered his gun, blue eyes narrowing in disbelief, “Ain't you supposed to be dead?” 

“I was.” They shrugged weakly, stumbling slightly, “Now I'm not. I actually just died again a few hours ago, and I'm pretty sure my team might think I'm actually dead. Again.”

“Jesus Mary and Joseph.” The Engineer cursed, before opening the door wider. “Well, I reckon since it's a ceasefire, ah ain't bein’ paid t’ kill ‘ya, so y’ may as well come in. Just try ‘n keep the noise down, otherwise you're gonna have 9 curious bastards pokin’ atcha.”

“I'll be as quiet as a church mouse.” The BLU replied, wincing as they stepped into the illuminated interior. “Jesus, that's bright.”

“It really ain't.” The Southerner arched a concerned brow, “You’re just sick as a dog.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Came the Chemist’s grumbled response.

“Where’d you come from? Ain’t much ‘round here that could get ‘ya killed, aside from us.” He asked, extending a hand to steady his unexpected guest as they tilted towards the wall.

“Uhhhh,” The Chemist scrubbed at their eyes, letting their hand drag down their face. Their E/C eyes stared blankly at the wall as they tried to call forth an answer. “Colorado. Yeah, we were in Colorado. We had to stop at this little town called Limon ‘cause there was a tornado.”

“A tornado?”

“Yeah. It knocked down a utility pole. That’s how I died again, actually! Biggggg ole electric shock.”

Engineer let out a low whistle. “Nasty way to go. You are one unlucky sumbitch, huh?”

The Chemist inclined their head. “Or, I’m a lucky ‘sumbitch’, depending on how you look at it. I’ve cheated Death twice now, after all.”

Engineer snorted at their attempt to mimic his accent. It reminded him of his own team’s Chemist, who was tucked away upstairs, sleeping peacefully. She often copied his countryisms, and he would sometimes catch her unconsciously copying the accent or speech mannerisms of whomever she was speaking to.

“Maybe.” he acquiesced, “Yer a right tough bastard, ah’ll give ‘ya that. No wonder yer such a pain in the ass when we’re scrappin’.”

The other Merc grinned a bit. “Being a pain in the ass is my specialty.”

Before he knew it, Engineer found himself standing in the Intel room, where the base’s phone was located. Thankfully, their Intel was still packed away in a secure safe, but even if it wasn’t, the man was fairly sure that this BLU wouldn’t try and snag it.

“Here ‘ya are! Hope ‘ya get through to someone.” He said, offering the phone to the exhausted Chemist.

“‘Preciate it.” They said, taking the phone and punching in a few numbers. They leaned against the wall, head resting on the wood as they listened to the phone ring. After a minute, they frowned, letting out a soft curse.

“Pauling’s not picking up. The storm must have knocked out her signal.” They sighed, “Great. Guess I'm waiting back at our base for them to show up. Whenever that is.”

“Are you gonna be able to hang on that long?” The Texan questioned, “No offense, partner, but you look like yer gonna drop.”

The Chemist sighed again, in a long, drawn out way, the way someone did when bone deep exhaustion finally caught up to them. The way animals do when they've given all they can, and now simply must lie down and wait for the inevitable.

“It's not like I have much of a choice. I mean, what else am I supposed to do?” They asked.

“Well,” The RED Merc scratched at his chin, contemplating if what he was about to do was a good idea, “Ah don't know if you know this, but we're in good ‘ole Texas, and Colorado really ain't too far from where we're stationed. If ‘ya want, ah could drive ‘ya on over there.”

The BLU raised their head off the wall, eyes widening in surprise.

“You- you'd do that? For me? Why?” 

Engineer shrugged. “Ah feel bad fer ‘ya. ‘Sides, if you die, then they're gonna replace you with someone new, and ah rather prefer the enemy ah know to the enemy ah don't.”

The two mercenaries stared at one another for a long moment, the only sound being the cricket song coming from outside. Finally, the Chemist let out a dry, wheezing laugh, their teeth bared in a vicious grin.

“Good God I must be insane, trusting a RED.” They chuckled, “You know what? Sure, I'll take you up on that offer, cowboy.”

They reached forward and playfully tugged down the brim of Engineer's hat, causing him to lightly bat their hand away.

“Cream gravy! Alright, let's mosey on out then. Ah wanna be back before mah team starts wonderin’ where ah went.” He said, starting off in the direction of his truck, which was parked faithfully outside.

The Chemist plodded along behind him, and there were a few times where he had to glance back to make sure that they hadn't fallen behind too much. When they finally did make it to the truck, Engineer let them climb into the passenger seat while he nipped over to the trunk. Flipping it open, he pulled out an old, well loved blanket. It was black and white and gray striped, something he'd gotten for his childhood dog, Bucket. Bucket had been a fat, lazy beagle who did nothing but lounge around and bark at guests, but the man had loved him more than anything.

Bucket had passed away some time ago, but he'd never stopped taking the blanket along with him. Now, it would finally get to see some use again.

“Here,” he passed the blanket to the shivering Merc, “It ain't much, but it should help keep ‘ya from freezin’ over ‘till the heat kicks on.”

“T- Thanks.” The Chemist replied, gingerly taking the offered fabric. They thumbed the worn fabric, setting it across their lap.

“No problem.” Engineer replied, shutting the door to his side. 

For a moment, it almost sounded like one of the back doors had shut as well, and he looked back over his shoulder, eyes squinting in the low light. His gaze lingered for a moment, but when nothing revealed itself, he slowly turned back around and started up the truck.

“Ah’ve got a map in ‘m glove box. Pull it out and let's find that little town of yers.”

The Chemist nodded, and Engineer put the truck into drive.

It was going to be a long drive.

A couple of hours into their trek, the RED Engineer noticed that his passenger was starting to droop more than usual. Worse than that, he could hear their stomach growling like an ornery gator every few minutes.

Wordlessly, he eyed up the nearby fast food places before pulling off the road they'd been driving on. The Chemist didn't even seem to notice, too preoccupied with just staying somewhat awake.

“You up for a snack, Darl’?” He asked, gently nudging the BLU.

“Mnhm.” They mumbled back, “C’n I have m’ cheeseburger yet?”

“Sure, we can do a McDonald's run.” Engineer replied, turning into the nearest drive through.

He quickly placed an order for both his guest and himself, paying and grabbing the food before finding a spot to park.

“Here ‘ya go. One genuine American cheeseburger.” The Texan said, handing the Chemist their food.

The Chemist stared at the offered meal, gently cradling the wrapped burger in their hands, as though it were some sort of priceless treasure.

“Engie, I could genuinely suck your dick right now.” They said softly, before sinking their teeth into the cheeseburger, not even bothering to take off the wrapper.

The RED Merc’s face turned the same shade as his uniform, and he pulled down his hat to hide his rosey cheeks.

“Don't- y’ cant just-” he stumbled, trying to make words come out of his mouth properly, “Jesus, don't eat the wrapper!”

“Sorieh, ah can't heawr you.” The Chemist replied through a mouthful of cheeseburger and cheeseburger wrapper, “Ahm too buwsy eaghting.”

“At least slow down.” He muttered, tucking into his own food.

And yes, he did take the wrapper off, thank you very much.

“Yes, please do. I have no desire to see you hork down that disgusting slop like a wild beast.”

Both BLU and RED mercenaries choked as a third voice piped up from the back, scaring them out of their wits. 

“SPY!” Engineer whirled around as the Chemist hacked up their mouthful of food, the BLU thankfully having the wherewithal to stick their head out of the window, “What the hell do you think you're doing here?! How did you even get in mah truck?!”

“I followed you and slipped into the back when you were rooting around for that rag.” Spy replied, indicating to the blanket, which had halfway slipped down onto the floor. “What are you doing here, labourer? Having some sort of illicit affair with zhe enemy?”

“If- If you actually thought that,” the Chemist coughed, pounding on their chest, “then you hiding out in the back is super creepy, dude.”

“Yeah, well bein’ a creep is about all this one knows.” Engineer grit out, nostrils flaring like an enraged bull, “But usually, he knows better than to try that with me.”

“I was simply curious as to why you were sneaking off with someone who is supposed to be dead.” The masked man said, producing a cigarette from one of his pockets, “Zhe Administrator is not going to be pleased when she finds out you have been acting rather… friendly with each other.”

“Yeah, well, what is she gonna do, kill me?” The Chemist snarked. “If she wanted me dead, she wouldn't have let Pauling go ‘n get me. I must be worth more to her alive than dead.”

“She ain't got no eyes here anyway.” Engineer added, “Trust me. Ah personally go over every inch of mah equipment and vehicles at least once a week, t’ check for any bugs or cameras. Mah Betsy is as clean as a whistle.”

Engineer moved like a striking cobra, his prosthetic hand closing around Spy's suit jacket. The Frenchman dropped his cigarette as he was jerked forward, a flicker of fear coming over his face.

“And you, spook, ain't gonna breathe a damn word to Her ‘bout anything that happens on this trip, ‘cause if you do,” he tightened his grip, the metal components straining slightly under the pressure, “ah’ll know, and you won't like what happens next.”

Spy rolled his eyes, but both the Chemist and the Engineer could see that the man was sufficiently intimidated.

“Very well, I shall be silent about your little ‘road trip.’” he sneered, “And zhe Chemist's generous offer.”

“Great.” Engineer said cheerily through gritted teeth, “Ah can tell this is gonna be real fun.”

“Yippee.” The Chemist added dully, before taking another bite of their burger.

“Wh- TAKE OFF THE DAMN WRAPPER!”

Travelling with the RED Engineer had been surprisingly nice. It was almost like being back with your own Engineer, what with the southern man being so kind and polite to you, despite you both being on opposing sides.

Travelling with the RED Spy was not nearly as pleasant.

Him and the Engineer bickered almost constantly, and when they weren't bickering, Spy started semi-flirting, semi-picking on you, which usually led to yet another round of bickering.

Truly, it was almost like being stuck in a car with two overgrown toddlers.

“Is he always this insufferable?” You hissed to Engineer after Spy started listing off all the ways your outfit was offending the very concept of clothing.

“No.” Engineer sighed, looking very much like he'd like to drive all three of you into a ditch, “He's purposefully bein’ more of an ass than usual ‘cause you're here. Usually, he's a lot more quiet.”

“I'd like to see that.” You groused, before refocusing on the map in your lap. Your previous consumed cheeseburger and fries felt uncomfortably heavy in your weakened stomach, but they did help to restore some of your lost energy.

“Okay, it looks like we need to take a left in about 6 miles. We'll be turning onto Canyon Rd.” You read aloud, “We'll be on that one for a while.”

“It's real nice to have someone along who can actually read a map.” Engineer chuckled, “Usually, it's either Scout, Solly, or Pyro who rides with me into town every time we need t’ get supplies, and none ‘a them are any help when it comes to navigatin.’”

“Heh, yeah, mine aren't real great at that either.” You smiled, thinking of all the times you'd heard the three of them bickering on missions.

“Are zhose three good for anything besides destroying zhings?” Spy asked, lounging in the back like a smug cat.

“Sure.” You replied, not looking up from the map, “My Scout's actually really good at impersonating other people, Soldier is a baking whiz when it comes to bread, and Pyro can sniff out backstabbing French bastards like nobody else.”

Spy definitely didn't start pouting as Engineer started cackling like a madman, his shoulders shaking with mirth. You grinned at the sound, your own quiet chuckles joining in.

“Hooo-wee! They gotcha there, slim!” he laughed, wiping at his eye.

Spy glared. “I'm glad you find zhe idea of me dying so amusing, toymaker.” 

“Oh, lighten up, would you.” You glanced back over your shoulder to look at the masked man, “Are you seriously going to tell me you guys don't joke about killing us?”

“I don't joke about killing,” Spy sniffed, “I just kill.”

Engineer snorted as you rolled your eyes, turning back to your map. “Uh huh. Sure. Whatever you say, frog legs. Turn left up here, Engie.”

“No insulting names for zhe cowpoke?” Spy arched his brow.

“Considering he's been nothing but nice to me? No. Maybe if you turn your attitude around, I'll think of something nicer to call you, too.”

“I have no desire to be as, ah, close as you two seem to be.”

You gripped the seat as you whipped around again, eyes widened in anger-tinged disbelief. “Holy shit are you still fixated on that? What, do you want me to offer to suck you off too?!”

Spy recoiled back a bit, stiffening up as the exposed skin of his upper cheeks turned a shade of pink usually reserved for flowers. However,

He didn’t say no.

“Oh, my God.” You said, raising your brows as a smirk pulled the corner of your mouth upwards, “Oh, my God.”

“Merde, no, zhat’s not what I-”

“Well,” You relaxed your grip on the seat and folded your arms, tilting your head slightly as you watched Spy squirm, looking every bit like the cat that got the cream, “you’d have to be very nice to me to get that sort of offer.”

“Je vais t'éviscérer comme un poisson si tu continues à parler!”

“Now, see, I don’t know what you just said, but it didn’t sound very nice.” You turned back around, barely holding in your laughter, “No blowjob offer for you. I guess you won’t have to share, Engie.”

“Well don’t that beat all?” Engineer replied playfully, “You sure yer team won’t mind, though?”

“The way I see it,” You said, readjusting the blanket the man had given you, “you have gone out of your way to bring me back to them, and you let me actually eat the cheeseburger you bought me. They can suck it up.”

“Sounds like you’ll be the one suckin’.” The Texan murmured under his breath, too quiet for you to hear.

“What was that?”

“Nothin!” Engineer replied, “Just talkin’ t’ m’self.”

“Is that a thing all engineers do?” You asked, “My Engie does that too, usually when he’s working on something.”

“Maybe. Mah Pa used to do it fer sure.” The RED Merc shrugged, “Wait, does yer Engineer let y’all into his workshop?”

“Well, he let’s me and Pyro in.” You said, recalling all the times you and the firebug had hung out in the space, “Sometimes Medic is allowed in, but everyone else gets the boot, unless he calls them in to help him with something.”

“Interesting.” Spy said, apparently having recovered from his embarrassment enough to speak, “Zhis one has barred us all from entering his sacred domain. Not even our Chemist get’s zhat privilege. You must mean quite a bit to him.”

“If y’all didn’t go ‘round putin’ yer grubby mitts all over everything, maybe I would let y’ in.” Engineer smacked the steering wheel, frustration in his tone, “Honestly, it’s like herdin’ cats when I let y’all anywhere near mah stuff! ‘Sides, don’tcha remember what happened the last time I let someone play around with mah equipment, Spy?”

“Oui.” Spy shuddered, “I don’t zhink we will ever fully get zhe smell of bread yeast out of zhat base.”

“I’m sorry- bread yeast?” You shot the two RED members a confused look, “What does bread have to do with you not letting anyone near your stuff?”

“It’s a long story, but I suppose we got the time.” Engineer cleared his throat, “It all started one afternoon. We’d just got done killin’ yer team and makin’ off with yer Intelligence…”

Engineer and Spy’s wild tale of love, RED victory, and bread monsters kept you entertained for the next few hours or so, the three of you eventually getting sidetracked by various other topics. By the time the sun started to rise over the Colorado horizon, the conversation had switched to being about everyone’s favourite foods.

“Look, there ain’t nothin’ better fer breakfast than a nice cup’ a coffee, bacon ‘n eggs with a side of buttered toast, biscuits, and sausage gravy ‘n grits.” Engineer said, voice full of confidence.

“I think I would actually explode if I ate all of that.” You stuck out your tongue, feeling ill at just the thought of eating so much food. If this man ate like that every morning, then it was no wonder that he sported such a plump figure in comparison to most of his other teammates.

Not that you were complaining.

“I agree, mon petit saphir.” Spy said, curling his lip. “Zhat is a disgusting amount of food for zhe very first meal of zhe day.”

“Ooh, whatever that name was, it sounded a lot nicer.” You said teasingly. “See? I knew you could do it!”

“Well would ‘ya look at that? You actually got him to simmer down.” Engineer grinned, ducking when Spy swiped irritably at his head, “Maybe you should come join up with RED. We could probably stash you away somewhere, hand y’ over to Spy when we need him to settle.”

You laughed, imagining yourself with a little service animal harness. “Tell you what, If my team decides to murder me for dying again right in front of ‘em, I’ll switch sides.” 

“Heh, partner, you’ve got yerself a deal.” Engineer stuck out his hand, and you gripped it, giving it the best shake your weak arms could manage. 

“It seems as zhough you’ll be making your decision sooner rather zhan later.” Spy leaned forward and pointed at an upcoming road sign, which read “Limon Welcomes You!”

“Oh SHIT we’re here!” You sat forward quickly, before wincing and holding your head, “Oh, woof, headrush. That was a bad idea.”

“Good Lord, this place has seen better days.” Engineer said, gazing at the many fallen tree branches and damaged buildings, “Where did you say y’all were stayin’ again?”

“We sheltered in an old garage near the outskirts of town.” You replied, wincing at the amount of damage you saw, “I hope they haven’t gone too far, but I wouldn’t blame them for wanting to get away as soon as possible.”

“I doubt zhey wanted to linger around your charred corpse.” You nodded grimly at Spy’s comment, not particularly looking forward to seeing it yourself, but needing to check if your team was still around.

Soon enough, the three of you pulled up to the abandoned mechanic shop. The building looked even worse than when you had last seen it, and the lack of nearby vehicles did not make you feel particularly hopeful that you would find your team here. Still, your temporary RED companion pulled over and hopped out of his truck, putting a steadying hand on your shoulder when he saw you struggling to maintain your balance. Spending so many hours sitting down did not help your already weak legs to support your weight. Stepping inside the building proper, you were careful to avoid the downed utility pole and various cables. Only a few feet away from the door lay an unmoving mass with a familiar colour scheme.

Seeing your own dead body never got any less unsettling. Usually, it was blown into unrecognizable pieces, or shot so full of bullet holes that it resembled red and blue swiss cheese, but this time it was wholly intact, save for the skin that had burned and blackened from the intense heat of the electricity that had rocketed through your body. The stench of burnt clothes, hair, skin, and the early stages of rot permeated the still air, and you quickly tugged your respirator on in disgust. 

“Eugh, thank God I ate earlier, because I think I just lost my appetite.” You scrunched your nose, pulled down your goggles over your eyes, and began gathering chemicals from the various pockets and vials on your person. “Step outside, gentlemen, I’ll have this gone in a moment.”

The two RED’s quickly nodded and left, eager to get away from the smell and knowing exactly how dangerous your materials could be.

After a few minutes and a decent amount of hydrogen fluoride and antimony pentafluoride later, you emerged from the workshop’s interior to see Engineer kneeling on the ground, looking at some tire tracks that you hadn’t noticed before.

“Looks like they turned themselves ‘round and went back the way they came. They’re probably takin’ one’a the nearby backroads.”

“Think you can catch up to them?” You asked, praying that you wouldn’t have to return to your new base without your team. You wouldn’t be able to make it by yourself, and you doubted that the rest of the RED team would be as kind and hospitable as their Engineer had been.

The Texan gave you a sharp grin as he pushed himself up, dusting off his overalls.

“Do sheep wear sweaters? Hop in, and ah’ll show ‘ya just how fast ol’ Betsy can be.”

If you asked Florence if she knew her mercenaries well, you’d probably end up with a bullet in your skull, because you were not supposed to know about her mercenaries. Well, technically, they were Reliable Excavation & Demolition and Builders League United’s mercenaries, and, really, the Administrator’s above even them, but she was the one who scouted them out, checked in on them, interacted with them, gave them their assignments, and helped cover up their fuck ups. 

So, yeah, they were her mercenaries. And you weren’t supposed to know about them, so now you’re lying in a shallow grave after getting very well acquainted with her hacksaw.

But if she pondered your question after the fact, then she’d say that, yeah, she did. She’d spent almost all of her very limited free time around them for the last few years, after all, and she kept an eye on them through the various hidden cameras almost as much as her boss did. She knew both teams equally well, easily picking out each of their many similarities, as well as all their little quirks and differences. For example, she knew that the RED Scout had far more freckles than the BLU one. She knew that the BLU Soldier was actually slightly more tame than his counterpart, and that he wore earplugs more often than not, though he is dedicated to never ever letting anyone find out. She knew that both Pyro’s were afraid of the dark, and she knew the exact brand of cigarettes the Spies liked to order.

She knew that both teams were full of loud, borderline rabid, bat-shit insane lunatics that enjoyed the thrill of killing almost as much as she did, maybe even more. She knew, from experience, just how difficult it was to get most of them to quiet down.

Which is what made the situation she was in so damn eerie.

She was back in Spy’s car, having taken the now available passenger seat. Her eyes kept flicking to the neatly folded blanket in Spy’s lap, its minky blue fabric still damp from the rain. The car was silent, save for the occasional muffled wheeze from Pyro, who had just about cried themself hoarse. Medic was sitting next to the arsonist, hands folded as he stared out the window. To a regular onlooker, he likely would have appeared chillingly nonchalant or uncaring. However, as has been established, Florence Pauling personally knew the men she hired to kill each other, and so she was able to see the little cracks in the man’s facade; the way his lips twitched occasionally, like they almost started to wobble before he caught himself, the slow, controlled breaths he was taking, the way his eyes were wet behind his glasses.

Spy was much the same; a perfect picture of poise and aloofness, unless you knew where to look. His suit had been left lightly rumpled, his expensive leather gloves creaked when his hands shifted, showing just how hard he was gripping the wheel, and his mouth was set in an unnaturally tense line. Occasionally, one of his hands would release their death grip on the steering wheel and slip down to feel the blanket in his lap, gently rolling the fabric between his thumb and forefinger.

None of them spoke. 

What was there to say? What could any of them possibly say to make this situation better? 

What could she say? ‘Sorry for your loss, let me fax you those application forms Medic shredded?’ ‘I know you’re mourning, but we need to hurry up and get back so you can all go back to killing the RED team, which still has their Chemist?’ 

No, silence was the better option here by far.

The purple-clad woman leaned back in her seat, head resting against the window as she committed to memory the sound of a tired yet happy voice saying her name, and the feeling of gloved hands pushing her back towards safety. It was better to think of that, rather than the sight of the BLU Chemist’s body spasming wildly before collapsing to the ground, their smoking body giving a few last jerking, dying nerve reactions. 

As she stared out into the vast, dusty nothingness of the New Mexico landscape, something odd began to appear in the corner of her vision. At first, she thought it was a mirage, a strange flash of red in an otherwise sky blue and sand yellow landscape. 

But then it didn’t go away. 

In fact, it actually began to get bigger, becoming clearer and more defined as whatever it was drew closer. On instinct, she reached for the radio and tuned it to a specific frequency, drawing confused looks from her fellow passengers.

“Guys, I don’t want to alarm you, but something’s coming at us. Fast.” she said, leaning in close to the speaker.

“What zhe hell?” Spy said from her left, taking his eyes off the road to squint towards the horizon.

Pyro and Medic peered outside as well, squeezing in close so they could both get a look at the strange thing that was approaching.

“Sniper, can you get eyes on that thing?” Engineer asked over the radio.

Yeah mate. Just gimme a sec.” came the marksman’s reply.

Turning around in her seat, the raven could see Sniper’s van through the rear window. The man was in the passenger seat now, holding up his rifle and peering through the scope. After a moment, he jerked back, a look of shock on his face. He ducked his head back down to look again, as though he wasn’t sure he’d seen something right. In the driver’s seat, Heavy, who had taken the wheel, gave his teammate a confused and slightly concerned look.

Sniper lowered his rifle after another few moments passed, sliding back into his seat as he shouted something to Heavy, who’s confusion visibly deepened. The Russian did a double take when the marksman said something else, and he quickly said something back to the Australian, who shook his head and pointed out towards the still encroaching… whatever it was.

“Sniper wants team to slow down.” Heavy relayed, his tone making it clear that he wasn’t onboard with the idea. “Says that he… believes he saw leetle Chemist.”

“Oh joy,” Spy snarled, baring his teeth in clear disdain as he spoke into the radio, “our Sniper has finally lost it. I knew too much time spent in zhat deathtrap of his would eventually get to him.”

“Ah hate ‘t say it, but ah agree with Spy. We all- we all saw what happened to ‘em. Even if they survived comin’ back again, they'd have died of exposure, thirst, or starvation by now.” Engineer added glumly, “‘Sides, how in the Sam Hill would they get all the way out here? Snipes, ah think you should maybe go lie down for a bit while we deal with whatever's chasin’ us.”

“What is that?” Pauling asked in a low whisper, rolling down her window to get a better view.

Tuning out the sound of fully grown men bickering behind her, she focused on the anomaly. It was a bright, almost familiar shade of red, and it was kicking up quite a bit of dust as it moved across the desert. Pushing herself slightly out of the window, she picked up on the faint sound of… an engine?

Wait a damn minute.

Wait a Goddamn fucking minute.

Faster than a striking rattlesnake on cocaine, Pauling whipped her phone out and began dialing, holding it up to her ear. After a few rings, a man answered in a thick, smug-sounding Southern drawl.

“Why hello Miss Pauling! To what do ah owe the pleasure?”

“Engie, you fucking asshole!” Florence screeched, getting a confused, offended yell from the BLU Engineer, who could still hear what was being said over their shared transmission, “Did you seriously find the BLU Chemist and not tell me?! Do you know how mad the Administrator was going to be at me?!”

She could hear the RED Spy's telltale snorting cackles in the background of the call, while his BLU counterpart looked the farthest thing from amused.

“Qu'est-ce que c'est? Il vaut mieux que ce ne soit pas une mauvaise blague, sinon je jure devant Dieu que je tâcherai de rouge le sable autour de moi.” he growled as he began to slow down, shooting a deadly glare at what was now obviously a RED vehicle, likely their Engineer's truck.

“Woah now lil’ missy, we didn't mean any harm by it. You were outta range back at the base, and ah just figured it'd be easier to just deliver ‘em right to ‘ya.” The RED chuckled, “Iffen y'all are lookin’ t’ shoot us as soon as we come near, though, then we can always keep ‘em. They make pretty good company, and ‘ah know Spy likes ‘em well enough to help vouch for ‘em to the rest of the team.”

“Shoot you, what are you-” the young woman turned around, spotting several members of BLU pointing their weapons at the approaching REDs, “Scout, Soldier, Sniper! Put your guns away- Engie DROP IT!” 

The other Texan had been gearing up to toss down a mini sentry, but paused at his boss’s shout. Disgruntled, he acquiesced, dropping the beeping little robot back down onto the seat.

“Now that's a might bit better. Chem, you wanna take over communications?” The RED Engineer said, before sounds of rustling fabric and a quiet ‘Thank you!’ came over the line.

“Hey, P.” Pauling could almost hear the smile in the other's voice, something that was rather impressive, given the explosion of noise that came over the radio at the sound, “Guess who's two for two on kicking Death's ass?”

“Hello, Chemist.” She replied softly, smiling back, “Are you alright?”

“Oh yeah, I'm fine!” The mercenary replied quickly, sounding tired, but cheerful, “These two have been great company. Well, Engie has, at least- Spy I'm kidding- and guess what? I finally got my cheeseburger!”

“Zhose are not vhat you should be eating!” Medic chastised from the back, “Zhey are nothing but empty calories! 

“Shut up! I was hungry, and Sniper didn’t let me have mine!”

“Chem,” Pauling interrupted, not wanting to be caught in the middle of another argument, “I’m happy you’re alive, really, I am, but how did you get here?”

“Oh, I Respawned at the new base. I guess the system kicked on because the other team was already there.” the Chemist explained, “I tried calling you, but it didn’t go through, so Engie offered to take me so I didn’t, you know, curl up and die.”

“I… wow, that was really nice of him.”

“Yeah, it was. I seriously owe him for this. I’ll have to buy him a nice dinner some time, or, uh,” they snickered, clearly trying to muffle their laughter, “do something for him.”

Florence got the feeling that she was missing something here.

Judging by the intense glares and scowls Medic, Spy, and likely Pyro were directing towards the truck, which was now close enough for her to pick out details, she knew she wasn’t the only one who picked up on the Chemist’s friendly tone.

“Whatever it is you two end up doing, just remember that, if you want me to not have to rat you out, the Administrator cannot know about it, which means I can’t know about it.” the purple-clad woman stressed.

“I would certainly like to know what zhat cow-boy analphabète believes our Chemist shall be doing for him.” Spy muttered lowly, finally bringing the car to a stop as the RED Engineer’s truck parked on the dusty scrubland a few feet away from them.

“No fighting guys. We don’t need anyone else having to risk not coming back.” Florence warned.

Like a pack of stalking wolves, the nine BLU mercenaries leapt out of their respective vehicles and formed an almost defensive group, most of them having only heard bits and pieces of the phone call, but understanding that they were not here to fight. They walked with an air of tenseness, hands flexing as they resisted the urge to reach for their weapons, clearly feeling uneasy in this unprecedented situation.

Still, there was a clear feeling of nervous excitement. The emotional whiplash of the past few hours had left their emotions raw and more sensitive than usual. All of them stopped when the passenger door of the dusty red truck opened with a soft ‘click!’, the wearily smiling face of their teammate popping up over the metal as they shuffled carefully towards the road.

“CHEM!” Scout yelled, unable to hold himself back anymore. A fond smile made its way onto Pauling’s face as she watched the young Bostonian dash over and scoop the other mercenary up, spinning them around for a moment before gently setting them back down on their feet.

Like deadly, man-slaughtering ducklings, the rest of BLU followed after, warmly welcoming their missing friend back into the fold. Medic was on the Chemist in an instant, examining them while asking more questions than was probably necessary. Soldier gave them what was likely meant to be a gentle pat on the back, but which ended up nearly sending poor Y/N to the ground. 

Meanwhile, Pauling, Spy, and Engineer moved to greet the RED team members, who were stepping out of the vehicle themselves. The two men at Pauling’s side kept their professional appearances well, but she knew they’d like nothing more than to give into their instincts and go for their counterparts’ throats.

“Hey guys,” Florence started, hoping to make this conversation as smooth and bloodshed-free as possible, “thank you so much for bringing the Chemist back. I’ll arrange for your team to get a bonus or something for this, I promise.”

“Aw shucks,” the RED Engineer replied, tipping his hat, “it weren’t no trouble. Ahm sure y’all woulda done the same if y’ were in our shoes.”

“But of course.” the BLU Spy responded, “We’re mercenaries, not monsters.”

“What you are is lucky. Your Chemist should have never survived zhe first time, let alone a second.” the opposite colour Frenchman said, producing a cigarette to light, “Tell me, has your team figured out why Respawn went down?”

The BLU Engineer frowned. “Can’t say we have. I reckon y’all haven’t either, then?”

“Unfortunately not. It's got our team all twisted up with worry, ‘specially our Chemist. The stress has been makin’ her feel just plum awful these past few days.” the crimson-clad Texan sighed, pushing up his goggles to pinch the area between his eyes, “To be honest wit ‘ya, ah’d somewhat hoped that travelin’ with yer one might’a given me some answers, or at least an idea of what went wrong, but ah couldn’t find one single tell. If yer feelin’ amicable enough, ah’d like to work with ya t’ find the problem, so we can all stop bein’ so damn nervous.”

“Hmm.” the BLU Engineer hummed, resting a hand on his chin before glancing over at his boss, “Would that be alright, Miss Pauling?”

Florence adjusted her glasses and nodded. “Usually it wouldn’t, but under these circumstances, I’m sure the Administrator will understand.”

Suddenly, she jumped, remembering something.

“Oh, shit! Guys, we actually need to get going! I need to give the RED Chemist a contract and, like, a thousand other things that have been piling up since I’ve been gone.” She said apologetically, before turning to the RED team members, “Do you two mind if I ride back with you?”

“‘Course not.”

“It’s always a pleasure to have you around, mademoiselle.”

“Okay, great!” the raven said, smoothing down her skirt. She looked over at her companions, tilting her head slightly, “You’ll be fine getting back, right?”

They nodded, and started walking back over to rejoin their teammates. They explained that their employer wouldn’t be coming back with them, and, to her surprise, Chemist pulled away from the rest of the BLUs, walking as fast as they could over to her.

“Hey, I just wanted to ask if you were alright before you left.” The goggle-wearing chemist said, their worry clear in their voice as they laid a hand on her shoulder, “You were pretty close to that powerline too, and I wasn’t sure if you’d gotten injured or not.”

“I’m fine, Chem.” Florence reassured, giving her friend a smile, “My clothes are going to smell like burned cloth and skin for a bit, but that’s it. You got me out of the way in time. Thank you, for that, by the way.”

The Chemist inclined their head, smiling back before turning their attention to the two RED Mercs. “You two get her back safe, understand? I’d hate to have to kill you permanently after all this.” they joked, pointing a ‘stern’ finger at them.

The RED Engineer raised his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t worry, Darl’, she’ll get there right as rain.”

He stepped forward, took the white cowboy hat off his head, and plopped it down onto the Chemist’s, tugging it down gently to secure it.

A few feet away, the other Engineer’s mechanical hand nearly crushed his gun as he shot daggers at his counterpart. 

“Y’ can give me that back when y’all finally show up at the base.” he smirked, “And, iffen yer still up for it, ah think I’ll take ‘ya up on that offer of yours from earlier.”

The Chemist turned a very interesting shade of pink as they tipped the brim of the hat up slightly, revealing that their pupils were blown wide.

“Mnhm, sounds good.” they replied softly, before spinning on their heels and making a beeline for their teammates. 

“I-” Florence started, before cutting herself off, 

“You know what? It’s better if I don’t know what that’s all about.”

You watched as the RED Engineer, Spy, and Miss Pauling drove off, waving to them as best you could.

“Well, ain’t you ‘n them real close.” Engineer said in a tight voice. While it was quite hard to tell where the man was looking most of the time, you got the distinct feeling that he was staring at your new accessory.

“I had to listen to them argue for, like, half the trip.” You replied, “If you come out of that having not murdered them or killed yourself, then it's because you learned to like them.”

“Kinda sounded like you didn’t just like ‘em.” Scout pouted, crossing his arms, “What the hell did youse three get up to?”

“Well let’s see.” You raised your hand, ticking off your fingers as you recounted your joyous road trip shenanigans, “I got the ever loving shit scared out of me by the RED Spy, melted my own corpse, got a cheeseburger so absolutely scrumptious I offered to suck off the RED Engineer,”

“You did what now?!” your Engineer yelped.

“I listened to two fully grown men bicker like toddlers, got regaled with a tale of bread monsters, got my outfit called every French insult under the sun, and passed out from, like, severe malnutrition, probably.” You finished.

“Uh, can we walk that back a couple’a steps, mate?” Sniper asked, flushing pink.

“What, you mean the bread monster? Yeah, no, I didn’t believe it at first either, but Spy swears-”

“Not the bloody bread monster, ya daft tit!” Demo groaned, slapping a hand onto his face, “Why the bleedin’ hell are ya offerin’ t’ give our enemy a gobble?!

“Dear GOD, have they brainwashed you?!” Soldier gasped suddenly, “I swear, I will hunt down each and every one of those communist RED bastards if they so much as touched-”

“Woah, woah, woah!” You rushed to clear up the misconception, “Easy, Sol! No one did anything to me, I promise. I’m still one hundred percent me.”

“Zhen vhy…?” Medic questioned, coughing into his gloves as he trailed off.

“It started as just a joke, honestly. I wasn’t seriously thinking about acting on it at first, but when their Spy accidentally revealed that he was jealous, I started thinking about it a little bit more.” You shrugged, “Plus, well… he’s hot! And he’s nice! And he’s clearly into the idea, so… why not?”

“Why not? Why not?” Spy growled, “Because you are ours! You wear zhe same uniform and kill zhe same men as us! You are a member of BLU, and your standards should be higher zhan zhe first, non, not even zhe first, man who shows even zhe slightest interest in you! Il n’y a aucune raison de se prostituer à ce gros, analphabète Texan!”

You threw your hands up into the air, letting out your own growl of annoyance.

“Look, unless one of you is going to help me take care of my needs when I’m better, I’m walking my ass over to that pretty little base they have!” You stated firmly, crossing your arms and tilting your chin up in a petty, almost defiant way. “Maybe I’ll even proposition the rest of ‘em, I don’t know!”

“Oh my freakin’ GOD!” Scout yelled, “We are literally right here! I don’t know a guy on this team that wouldn’t fuck you if you just asked!”

There was a moment of silence after that sentence, the Bostonian’s words echoing slightly in the empty desert scrubland. The ten of you all stood there, turning red from something that wasn’t the harsh New Mexico sun.

Heavy made a sound first, awkwardly clearing his throat. 

“Scout is- what is word- tactless, but he is also… not wrong.”

“Er, yeah,” Sniper scratched at the back of his neck, “the big guy's got it right. It's just we, uh…”

“Mh muph mmnmnh mhmh.” Pyro finished, talking animatedly with their hands.

“The arsonist is correct.” Spy agreed, still looking a bit flustered under his mask, “This is far from something that is easily brought up.” 

You blinked slowly at your team, absorbing the information. Now, technically, you'd heard this all before, right before you'd died, but hearing it again solidified it in your mind as being real. 

“Well shit.” You swore, planting your hands on your hips, “We all could have been a lot happier ages ago, huh?”

The gathered mercenaries made various sounds of awkward agreement.

“Okay, we definitely need to talk about this, and I mean a real conversation, not all of us standing around like idiots, cooking our brains in the sun while we all blush over the fact that you'd all like a piece of me.” You said, “But I think I'd rather talk in the comfort of our base, wouldn't you all agree?”

Your teammates nodded in agreement, dispersing into their chosen groups as they started back towards your vehicles.

“Yo, Chem, you ridin’ with us?” Scout asked hopefully, hooking his arm beneath yours instinctively as you wobbled slightly. He looked as though he was still feeling a bit hot under the collar, but was doing his very best to keep your conversation casual. 

“Sorry, Scout, but I think I’m gonna pass out soon if I don’t lay down.” you admitted. “I promise I’ll spend some time with you when we get back. Maybe I could help you pack when I’m feeling a bit better?”

“Don’t even worry ‘bout it. You should focus on gettin’ bettah first.” Scout replied, leading you towards Sniper’s campervan, “‘Sides, I already packed up most of my crap, and I think Pyro handled your stuff, so you can just take it easy. Pretty sure the Doc is gonna make you stay in the Medbay, anyway.”

“Scout is correct, mein Chemiker.” Medic piped up, matching your slow, careful stride as he came up beside you, “Now don’t give me zhat face; it vill only be for a few days. I just want to ensure that jou are okay after going through Respawn again in jour state.”

Your expression, which had been one of pouty, light annoyance at being forced into mandatory bedrest in the Medbay, softened a bit. You could hear the genuine concern in the German’s voice, and you knew he had good reason to be. You yourself were worried that something might have gotten messed up, and you knew you were due for another round of supplement shots.

Still, it was going to suck to not be in your own room, surrounded by your familiar comforts. You knew that you’d have a lot of pent up energy by the time you got out.

Huh, actually… you could think of a few fun ways to burn off any excess energy.

“Okay, Doc, I’ll come to my appointment, I promise.” you said, smiling, “But this time, I get to choose the operating room music. You’re not cutting me open to Lili Marlén again.”

“But jou said zhat jou enjoyed it last time! Lale Andersen has zhe voice of ein Engel.” Medic pouted.

“Yeah, but if you keep playing it while you're dissecting my spleen, I’m always going to associate it with getting picked apart like a biology student’s frog.” you explained, “I won’t pick anything too bad, swear on my good beakers!”

“Hmph, I vill hold you to zhat.” the doctor warned teasingly, “Zhere vill be no more ‘Sugar Pie Honey Bunch’ in my operating room.”

“Ugh, you’re so boring.” you teased right back, sticking your tongue out at the man as Scout handed you off to Sniper, who had a fond, lopsided smile on his face. “Hey there, Stretch. Mind helping me to the bed?”

“Not at all, mate.” Sniper replied, laying a warm, sturdy arm across your shoulders, “Not at all.”

Sure enough, after around two weeks of being kept in the Medbay upon your return, your prediction of being just about ready to explode with unreleased energy had proven to be true. Your organs had actually suffered a bit of damage this time around, which had necessitated a longer stay. On top of that, you had needed to move to the new base midway through your treatment, which hadn’t helped things. However, this also meant that Medic could focus on accelerating your healing, and by the time you pranced out of those swinging double doors, you were feeling like your old self again.

Scout and Soldier were waiting there for you, just as they had been on the day you’d failed to come back.

“Heyyyyy, there you are! Freakin’ finally.” Scout whooped, bringing you into a tight hug. You returned it, squeezing back with all your regained strength, “Oof! Yup, you’re bettah alright!”

“Sure am.” you grinned, before releasing the Bostonian to tackle Soldier, who grinned and crushed you to his chest.

“It’s good to have you back in fighting shape, private! Your presence has been missed on the battlefield.” he said, patting you in between your shoulder blades, “Also, I just missed you.”

“I missed you too, Solly.” you replied, knocking your forehead against his helmet gently, “Show me around the base? I saw a bit of it when I Respawned here, but I wasn’t exactly taking in all the finer details.”

“Of course!” Soldier set you down, taking the lead as you, him, and Scout headed off down the hall.

He gave you a tour of the base and the battleground, loudly and excitedly chattering about all the great places to set up ambushes and assaults that this new location provided. You nodded along, adding your own ideas occasionally as you took in your surroundings, inhaling a lungful of warm, apple-scented air for the first time without pain. In a few days, the RED Chemist would be returning from her contract, and you would be returning to the fray, but for now you got to revel in the relative peace of the time between battles.

Eventually, Soldier led you to the barracks, showing you to your room. It had been partially set up; your bed was made and your uniforms had been hung up in your closet, but your casual clothes and personal belongings had been left in their moving boxes. You smiled softly when you flipped open the first box and spotted Pyro’s drawings sitting on top. The firebug had added a few new ones, depicting a healthy you and them frolicking through a shimmering candyland, or petting beautiful unicorns. You snorted with laughter at one of the last ones, which showed you and Pyro sitting aside a golden, fire-breathing dragon, flying high above the base, the arsonist flipping off the RED Spy and Engineer, who were being roasted by the beast.

Speaking of…

“Hey, has anyone seen my hat?” you asked Soldier and Scout, who were peering into one of your, currently empty, terrariums. The two mercenaries glanced at each other.

“Uh, I think Engie took it.” Scout rubbed his chin, “Kept mutterin’ something about the ‘cowboy hat rule.’ He sounded real pissed about it too.”

You tilted your head and frowned. “Cowboy hat rule? What the hell is that?”

“Dunno.” Scout shrugged, “You’d have to ask Hardhat.”

“Maybe I will.” you said, putting the drawings down, “Where is he?”

“The grease monkey is in his workshop!” Soldier said helpfully, “I saw him go in there before I went to wait for you.”

“Perfect,” you smiled, “I’ll be back soon, fellas. Oh, actually, could you two do me a favour?”

The men nodded.

“Tell the others I’d finally like to have that conversation we talked about.” you winked, stepping out the door, “We’ll talk at dinner, yeah?”

Slipping out into the hallway proper, you left two very warm-cheeked mercenaries behind.

“What are the chances we actually score tonight, you think?” Scout asked, biting his lip slightly.

“If Engie doesn’t make ‘em mad?” Soldier grinned, tipping up his helmet slightly, “I’d say I like our odds.”

“God, he bettah not screw dis up.” Scout huffed, folding his arms, “I hope he’s smart enough to just give Chem that hat.”

“Ah ain’t givin’ you that hat.”

The Texan and the Chemist stood almost chest-to-chest, locked in a standoff. Engineer folded his arms and fixed his colleague with the firmest look he could muster, standing absolutely resolute in his decision.

Chemist set their jaw, squinting in annoyance.

“Engie,” they started, voice firm and tone indicating that they were done with this argument, “that hat was a temporary gift. I need to give it back. I don’t know why you’re being such an ass over this, but-”

“Because it ain’t a gift!” the man finally shouted, gritting his teeth.

Chemist reeled back as if they’d been struck, shocked at the man’s outburst. They blinked, then slowly shifted to a more passive stance.

“Okay, clearly I’m missing something here, and it’s making you upset.” they said, backing up a step to give Engineer some much needed space, “Mind filling me in? Does it have something to do with that ‘cowboy hat rule’ Scout mentioned?”

“It has everything to do with that.” Engineer sighed, deflating slightly as his anger returned to a very low simmer, “A cowboy’s hat is considered an extension of his body, a real special article of clothin’. If he puts it on someone’s head, or if someone takes it and puts it on, then that’s basically the same as sayin’ yer real interested in ‘em. The ‘rule’ is basically that if you wear the hat, y’gotta ride the cowboy.”

He folded his arms again, looking into Chemist’s wide eyes. “Him puttin’ that hat on ‘ya like he did and bein’ all flirtatious was almost like him brandin’ you; a real bold move to pull right in front of all of us. You bein’ so friendly ‘n receptive ‘bout it all was just salt in the wound, and now he’s been down right gloatin’ about it ever since we got here!”

Chemist winced, rubbing at the back of their neck. “Aw, jeeze, I’m- I’m sorry, Engie. I didn’t realize how much that might bother you. This has really been eating at you, huh?”

“It has.” he confessed, feeling slightly ashamed by just how much it bothered him, “Ah know yer a grown adult, and ah obviously can’t control what ‘ya do in yer free time, but as ahm sure you’ve figured out, we’re all rather fond of ‘ya, and I ain’t no exception. Seein’ you with him? And then having to work with ‘im these past few days?”

The man shook himself, scowling. “It’s like swallowin’ glass.”

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up outside of battle.” the other mercenary said, before reaching out and taking Engineer’s hands into their own, causing the Texan to jolt slightly in surprise, “Look, I might joke around sometimes, but I am one hundred percent loyal to BLU and everyone who’s a part of it. That other Engineer might get me once, but you can have me as many times as you like.” 

Chemist winked, and Engineer’s eyes widened like saucers, his mouth turning dry as cotton as any words he might have intended to say died in his throat. The other BLU leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, and Engineer closed his eyes, burning the sensation into his mind as he swallowed.

“And if you’re still worried,” they whispered into his ear, “you can always leave your mark on me.”

“Careful, Darl’,” he growled lowly, wrapping a hand around their waist, enjoying the feeling of muscle and fat, “you don’t know what yer askin’ for.”

“Oh, I think I do.” they grinned ferally, nipping at the Southerner’s neck. Engineer inhaled sharply and let out a curse, tightening his hold when he felt a warm tongue lave the area lovingly.

Suddenly, the contact was gone, Chemist pulling away with a satisfied grin and leaving the poor Texan stunned.

“You can hang onto the hat for now, but I really do need it back.” they tapped his nose, causing him to blink, “Now, we’re all gonna have that little chat at dinner tonight, so don’t be late.”

And with that, they sauntered right back out the door they'd come through earlier, leaving Engie to try and collect himself. Eventually, he managed to shake himself out of his stupor, a grin coming across his face.

“Well, this ought to be mighty interestin’.”

The conversation at dinner had been, to absolutely no one’s shock, awkward as all hell to begin with.

Once everyone had gotten a plate of food in front of them to stare at when things got too uncomfortable, you started laying out basic ground rules. You stressed, through your many stutters, the importance of boundaries, consent and communication, and you made it very clear that if anyone was at all uncomfortable with what you were proposing, then they were more than welcome to voice that without judgement. You were firm as you warned that if you caught wind of anyone teasing or pressuring another teammate about this was going to lose any and all privileges, as well as getting a face full of acid at any given time. 

“Any objections or questions so far?” you asked, taking a bite of your dinner, which was macaroni and cheese.

“If ve’re really going to to zhis, I vould like to propose regular STD tests und use of condoms.” Medic said after a few moments of silence passed in the room, folding his hands in front of him, “Zhis isn’t exactly a closed relationship ve’re talking about here, und I for one vould feel a lot better vith zhat reassurance, zhough I know jou’re all clean as of right now.”

Everyone made noises of agreement. No one wanted to take that risk.

“Do we have to do stuff with everyone? ‘Cause, uh, I definitely ain’t cool with that.” Scout asked, rubbing his arm in discomfort.

“No, of course not.” you reassured, laying a comforting hand over his. “You’re free to be with whoever you want, and you certainly aren’t going to be forced into a relationship.”

Scout relaxed, some of the tension leaving his body. Around the table, a few others seemed to relax as well.

“We will have to keep zhis a well-kept secret. If zhe Administrator finds out, zhen I suspect we will be punished in some cruel and unusual manner.” Spy added, resting his chin on one hand.

“Yeah, she’s real good at that.” Soldier mumbled, still sore over the fact that he’d be tricked and threatened into breaking off the best friendship he’d ever had, one that still hadn’t recovered.

“So no flirting, or anything else, on the battlefield or during work hours.” you nodded, “We’ll save it for contracts, ceasefires, and late night meet ups, I suppose.”

Sniper raised his hand slightly, swallowing his mouthful of food. “And how exactly are we plannin’ on deciding who gets to do what, and when?”

“Scheduling.” you replied, having pondered that very same question, “We’ll come up with a schedule. You guys can draw straws or wrestle or something. I’ll leave how the order gets decided up to you.”

“Battle’s comin’ up in a few days.” Demo said, taking a sip of his Scrumpy, “How’s about we use our performances to decide?”

“Heavy likes that idea,” the large Russian man nodded, “it means I will be first.”

“Hey, woah, back it up, tons ‘a fun!” Scout protested, jabbing his fork in the other’s direction, “You musta hit yer head or somethin, cause everyone knows I’m gonna be the one comin’ out on top, as usual.”

“You? Do something aside from running your mouth and getting shot full of bullets? Please, don’t make me laugh.” Spy snarked, picking at his dinner while side-eying the Bostonian.

“Don’t get too cocky, Spook. God knows yer gonna end up on the hot end of the enemy Pyro’s flamethrower more often than not.” Sniper teased, “Meanwhile, I’ll be rackin’ up kills left ‘n right.”

“Hey Py, ah’ll share mah time if y’ team up with me.” Engineer offered, smirking when the arsonist mumbled in cheerful agreement, giving the Southerner a fistbump.

“Ooh, ve’re making alliances?” Medic perked up, “Heavy, team up with me, ja?”

“конечно, доктор.” 

“Oye, that ain’t fair!” Demo shouted, banging his fist down on the table, “Soldier, yer with me!”

“Affirmative!” the American saluted, “We are going to crush each and every one of your pansy asses!”

“This is bullshit!” Scout yipped, realizing that his teammates were absolutely willing to partner up if it meant having a better shot at first pick, “Yo, Snipes, we teamin’ up?”

“Bettah you then Spy.” the marksman leaned over the table and shook hands with the runner. “Alright, jackrabbit, let’s do this.”

“Feelin’ left out, Spy?” Engineer asked, reaching for his cup of sweet tea.

“Not at all.” came the Frenchman’s smooth reply, “I am confident enough in my abilities to not feel zhe need to rely on zhe help of another to win. Unlike you, toymaker, I am not willing to share my lovers.”

“Keep a good hold on that confidence ‘a yers.” the Texan chuckled, “You’ll need somethin’ t’ help repair yer shattered pride once you come dead last.”

You took another bite of your macaroni, enjoying the growing sense of… friendly competition. The next battle was going to be a bloodbath, and you absolutely could not wait to see it.

And, of course, you were very excited to see who came out as the victor.

The sound of gunfire and dying men was like music to your ears as you finally returned to the battlefield. Your limbs ached from the lack of use, and you could certainly feel the strain now, but you welcomed the pain, grinning into your mask as you lobbed another vial at a passing Scout, your smile widening as you snickered at his howls of pain.

Your team was dominating the battlefield today, each member striving to get the most amount of kills. The energy of the battle was even a little bit lighter than usual today, likely due to the fact that the mystery of the Respawn malfunction had finally been solved on the Sunday before the battle.

Apparently, according to Engineer, the issue had been caused by too many units being active at once, which all but confirmed your theory of other teams existing out in the world. It had nothing to do with you specifically, you’d simply been the unlucky bastard who had come through at the boiling point. The information had come as a huge relief, even if the answer had left you with quite a few questions. You would have to ask Miss Pauling about it the next time she came around the base, though you doubted you’d get any real answers. Something told you that, if the other teams had never been mentioned to any of you before, then you weren’t supposed to know about them.

Actually, maybe you should just keep your mouth shut this time. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction wouldn’t be enough to bring you back, if the Administrator decided to disable your Respawn capability.

Shaking your head, you dashed forward, side-stepping the sizzling corpse at your feet. Running across the dry Texas grass, you threw yourself against the side of the nearest building, a smaller, ramshackle barn at the edge of the treeline. From where you stood, you managed to catch a glimpse of Pyro, Soldier, and Engineer taking a new vantage point to set up a sentry, before the arsonist suddenly spun around, blasting a plume of flame at your helmeted friend. You winced, watching as the RED Spy’s illusion melted away, along with his skin.

Well, you supposed you wouldn’t be seeing too much of him today. That was a shame; the Frenchman could be surprisingly funny, when he wanted to be. You’d hoped to get a chance to tease him and see if you could make him blush again, or perhaps some part of you wanted to provide your own Spy with an easy kill.

Just as you started off towards your teammates, ready to help them secure the nearest point, you saw something whip over your head. Before you knew it, your arms were suddenly pinned at your sides, and you’d been tugged backwards, landing on your rump with a sharp yelp of pain. The white cowboy hat that you’d managed to get back from Engineer, which had been sitting snugly on your head, slipped down over your eyes as you were dragged back towards the trees, leaving you blind.

You panicked for a moment, struggling against the tight rope. However, you paused upon hearing a familiar voice, chills running up your spine, both from fear and from pleasure. A gloved hand plucked the hat off your head, the mechanical movement clicking softly in your ear. You tilted your head back, looking up at the man who was holding the lasso that had left you so defenseless.

“Hello there, Darl’.” The RED Engineer purred, leaning against the trunk of one of the apple trees, “Ready to make good on that offer?”

Annnnd that wraps up Respawn Malfunction! Again, big thanks to @pinkypiechar for reading along with me in the wee hours of the morning, keeping me motivated and catching any mistakes I made. You a real one pookie. <3

[gothamite-rambler]

Superman: You still have contingency plans for all of us?

Batman: Yep.

Superman: And all your kids have them too? What did you say to make them do that to their friends?

Batman: Wait, does Jason have plans too?

Superman: Yes.

Batman (smirking): I needed to know that.

Batman resumed typing on his laptop.

Superman: Bruce!

Batman: When I'm in my suit, you call me by my hero name. We’ve already been over this.

Superman: Batman, we need to talk about this.

Batman: Oh my God, why wouldn’t I have contingency plans? You think I’d let you morons coast by? One of you is basically a god. One of you is related to a god. One of you can run so fast that he turns back time. And one of you has a ring that can materialize anything. I could go on and on about the potential screw-ups you’ve caused. So I ask again—why the flying hell would I not have plans?

Superman: …

Flash: …

Wonder Woman: … Okay, but—

Batman: Who didn’t get possessed by Trigon?

Superman: You.

Batman: And whose son was able to break the control over one of you?

Wonder Woman: Yours.

Batman: And this conversation is?

Flash: Ended.

Batman: Was that so hard? I have real work to do, and stop calling me when I'm busy.

Flash: Work as Bruce Wayne or Batman?

Batman: Yes. I'm not sure- Correction, you all see these plans as me not trusting you. I don't. I have plans for when I turn evil which... has happened. Why would I not have these planned? I care about this world. As closed off as I am, that won't stop me from protecting citizens and that includes you.

Batman closed his laptop and left without further discussion.

Wonder Woman: You admitted you cared about us!

Batman: Okay sure.

[kurishiri]

Epilogue ┊ Wrapped in a Wicked Romance —Darius Vogel—

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to narrative flow or characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: this one’s for all you yandere girlies out there 👀

—— Sewer ——

The sunlight from above penetrated through the waterway’s narrow gap, with nothing but Darius’ silhouette clearly reflected.

Darius: Stay as my lover until the day ends.

At the end of this day I spent with Darius ‘as a lover,’ I was trapped in his arms.

Darius: I was thinking of having you show me around the city before calling it a day, but nope, I’ll have you stay with me ‘as a lover’ until the next day comes around.

D: As punishment for getting my clothes dirtied.

Then, the sun hidden by something, the vicinity suddenly became dark.

In turn, a shadow fell upon Darius’ face before me, and the last thing reflected in my eyes were his which sweetly wavered, approaching me——

(Ah... is he going to kiss me...?)

I thought of avoiding it, and as though being deceived by an evil spell, I closed my eyes on a reflex.

Darius: A fool you are.

Kate: Huh? Ah——

His voice brushing against me in passing, I slowly opened my eyes...

Darius: You believe others waaay too easily. In fact, so much so, no other human I’ve seen could hold a torch to you.

His face, which had been right before my eyes, withdrew then and there, and Darius went back the way he came.

Darius: Why oh why are you in Crown indeed...

That said, I couldn’t pick up the words he murmured very well.

And so that I wouldn’t be left behind, I chased after his back.

—— Bridge (evening) ——

Returning to the heart of the city, the shadow of the evening moon emerged in the reddish-brown sky.

The evening sunlight reflected the surface of the River Thames, causing it to sparkle.

Kate: Such a pretty view...

Darius: And that very water flowing here is the same dirty water from before.

Kate: Sure, but that doesn’t change the fact the scenery here is quite pretty.

Darius: Well, I guess so. If you look from afar, there really isn’t much difference between what’s pretty and what’s dirty.

I leaned against the bridge, and Darius followed after.

And then, I suddenly looked down at that hand.

At some point, he had put on the gloves, still dirtied.

(Just by touching others, he can see a person’s biggest misfortune.)

(Being able to see others’ most unfortunate future... that’s...)

All of a sudden, I couldn’t help but think about how he lived with that all this time.

(Darius’ heart...)

As I looked on at him, Darius’ hands came toward me, pinching my cheeks.

Kate: Uh?

Darius: You looked like you wanted to be touched. ...Ah, and don’t worry, I’m using the clean part of my gloves.

Kate: That’s... uu...

I couldn’t form more words, as a faint warmth grazed my lips.

I couldn’t stop my face from burning up at the sensation of his fingers touching the soft part.

Darius: You’re so red... humans really are foolish, aren’t they.

D: Or wait. I think it’s just you are the one who’s foolish in this case.

D: You’re simple, driven by emotions, make merry at the drop of a hat, and love things that feel good...

I knew that I was being made fun of.

Kate: I’m aware of that myself...

K: But touching me just to find those ‘foolish’ traits of mine wasn’t exactly in the best of taste from you, either, Darius.

Darius: Really? And here I was thinking since we were ‘lovers’ that I’d do something a lover would do and whatnot.

D: That’s all there is to it on my end.

The evening in the foreground, a beautiful smile formed on Darius’ face.

(Not that I know Darius that well,)

(but I think, probably, he is lacking something as a person.)

That said, I couldn’t say for sure whether that was a byproduct of him being Cursed or not.

Kate: If you constantly do things to test others, nobody will stay by your side, you know.

Darius: That’s fine by me.

Kate: And what if said person comes to like you?

Darius: I don’t really mind. It’s not like I ever wanted to be loved before anyhow,

D: seeing as I don’t believe in love and whatnot.

Those words that came out so naturally didn’t hold a drop of warmth.

Kate: I don’t think there exists anyone who doesn’t want to be loved.

K: Humans can’t live out their lives alone.

Darius: If you’re going that far, then you go and prove it. That is, if that thing called ‘love’ and whatever is really in this world.

(‘Prove it’...)

I thought about how to prove it, but nothing came to mind at the moment.

Darius: Oops, cat’s got your tongue? You can take your time to think, as I’ll give you until the time we return back.

Kate: Alright then. But, um, would you mind if I asked one thing?

Darius: Yes?

Kate: If I am able to prove it, what would you do then?

Darius: Were you hoping for some reward for proving it?

Kate: No, it’s not that. It’s just a simple curiosity of mine,

K: what you would do were you to know of ‘love.’

Darius: Were I to know of love... and if I——want to be loved, huh. I sure wonder.

D: I’ve never thought of myself that way before. Hehe, now that’s an interesting thought experiment for sure.

Darius lowered his plume-like eyelashes before once again opening his eyes and said...

Darius: First, I’d have you take responsibility for it.

D: You see, the responsibility of making me think ‘I want to be loved’ is a far cry from a light one.

D: Having you by my side forever is a given, of course, and I’d make it so you wouldn’t dream of being able to live, body and heart, without me. And finally——

We were so close I could feel his breath, and the beautiful smile he wore came closer.

Darius: I would want to make you into a Cursed one.

(Wha——)

That sweet, bewitching voice that snuck its way into my ear, at that moment, went through my body like a poison.

Darius: ——Well, that’s all if such a day ever came.

(I’m sure...)

This poison was lethal.

It was one that encroached upon the depths of my heart, and listening to that sweet voice that seemed to paint over me, such was my premonition.

← prev fin bitter

masterlist 🪽 ┊ ko-fi ☕️ ┊ comms 🤍

[hypernova-writes]

What does she see? [Scout x Reader]

Synopsis: Once this beautiful lady graced their presence, all of the mercs were confused, especially Spy, at why the hell she went for a guy like Scout—

Pairing: Scout x 10 Class! Reader

Pairing name: Speedy Recovery (Scout/TheNurse)

A/n: I HAD THIS IDEA OF A JESSICA RABBIT LIKE ROMANCE BETWEEN SCOUT AND THE NURSE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! NEXT SHOULD BE MEDIC!!!

"You did such a good job out there Darling.."

"Couldn't have been without your healing Dollface..you treat me right everytime.."

Some of the others didn't understand what Y/N saw in Scout. The two ended up attached at the hip from when she first started here.

Scout was...Scout, brash, vulgar, doesn't know how to talk to women (in Spy's opinion.)

So how could he end up with this beautiful belle wrapped around his finger. All he had to do was call out her name and no matter where she was in the field, it was like she would magically appear next to him.

She was taller than him, more..mature than him, yet all she could is swoon over him when he would make some corny joke, or flex his barely there muscles.

Sniper called Spy jealous (to which he was NOT). While yes, she was a fine young woman, it was obvious she was...interested in the buffoon.

So one day, Spy decided to ask her himself.

Y/n was cleaning her syringe after a day of battle, She had asked Scout to get his room ready since she was sleeping in his room tonight so he was free to question the belle.

"Y/n. Do you have a minute? I would..just like to ask you something."

Y/n looked up with a small smile, setting her weapon to the side. "Hmm? Lay it on me, then Spy, you know I love questions~" she said in a teasing tone.

Spy sighed as he leaned against the table. "What do you see in zhat...Man Child? You're such a woman of class, two medical degrees..and you choose...zhat?"

Y/n paused for a bit before she broke into a giggle, she turned to Spy fully and crossed her legs.

"Well for starters he makes me laugh..He's such a funny guy, and I love a guy who can make me break out into a fit of giggles, keeps the romance alive..you would know that..right Spy?" Y/n says as she moves to stand up.

"But besides that, My darling Scoutie means the world to me, so what if he's a little stupid..all of us are. We don't know everything, well unless your name is Dell Conagher–" She joked before she continued.

"But..he's the first to ever, ya know..look past the persona I put up. And I love him for that..He's such a sweetheart to me." She finishes with a small sigh. Spy stares at her with a tilt of his head. He'd never heard another woman speak so...highly of Scout.

Usually they called him every word in the book for annoying..but never Sweet or thoughtful.

"Oi! Ya Shape Shifting Spook! Are ya borin' ma girl to death ova there?"

Right on cue, Scout walks back from the task that Y/n asked him to do. He wraps his arm around her waist before pulling her close, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Rooms all straighten' for ya..just fa me to mess it right up when I get ahold to ya.." He whispers in her ear making her giggle and a blush comes across her face.

She then waves to Spy, as Scout easily picks her up, his hands on both of her thighs, making her wrap her legs around him. "Have a goodnight Spy!"

"Yea..cause I know we sure are~, God you are so sexy~! Im such a lucky guy."

Spy watched as they walked down the hall before shaking his head, before turning to see Engineer standing there.

"What do you want, Hardhat."

"Nothin', just admirin' the young love." He comes up and stands next to Spy, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Stop bein' such a worry wart. She's gonna treat him fine." Engineer says before guiding Spy to the rec room.

"Now c'mon, the rest of us are playin' cards."

Spy sighs, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms as he follows Engineer.

"I hope she does treat him right...He deserves zhat.."

He says to himself before finally leaving the hallway to join the others.

BOOM SUPRISSSEEEEEE another fic in this little series I decided to do with the Mercs x The Nurse! I'm coming up with cute little names, like how the rest of the mercs pairings are. Feel free to drop some below!! Next is medic i promise!!

[little-miss-fandom-freak]

This isn't a request or anything I just had a funny thought but like, imagine if the Justice League finally got evidence that Y/N is innocent, and they tried to visit but Phosphorus is just. Booing and throwing trash at the League members. Y/N may join in also. Bonding time 🩷

Okay I know I need to be working on my other asks but I LOVE THIS

Dr. Phosphorus X Former Hero!Reader Pt 2.

Little note: I did want this to end on a happier note and I found it hard to be mad at Superman lol

○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○

You didn't understand why Superman and Batman were here in Belle Reve. You had assumed it was for some meeting with Waller until one of the guards approached you and your team.

"C'mon," She said as she lifted your shoulder, "you got visitors."

You looked around, completely confused. "Visitors? Who would be visiting me?" The guard didn't respond as she pulled you away from the table and put your hands in cuffs. He tried to shrug them off, determined to stay with you. You gave him a stern look, one that said 'don't do anything that will get you in trouble'. He sighed as he took a step back, letting the guards take you out to the courtyard.

You were shocked to find out that your former teammates were the visitors. You tried to dig your heels into the concrete, causing the gurads to struggle as they dragged you to them. "I have nothing to say to you two!" You yelled from across the courtyard.

They gave each other a look before Superman took a step forward. "Lose the cuffs, guys. She's won't do anything."

The guards looked to Waller for confirmation. She nodded, giving them permission to take the tight handcuffs off. You rubbed your wrist as the two approached you. "Leave me alone, Superman." You said with spite

"Look..." He started, clearly trying to find the right words to say. "I know there's no taking back everything that's happened these past few years, but I hope you understand why we did it."

"You mean how the whole team left me to rot in a cell, not even showing up for my trials!" You yelled.

"We wanted to, but it wasn't a good time. For any of it. You have to believe us." He pleaded.

"Why should I? It's not like you believed a word I said!" You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to calm yourself. "I hope you two didn't come all the way out here just to apologize and think I'll forgive you, cause there's no way in hell-"

"The court has decided to give you bail." Batman said, stopping you mid rant.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing right now. "Give me bail? Why?"

"While you were locked up, things changed. New laws were made, old ones were fixed, and your lawyer found new evidence to support your case. If you choose to go to trail and plead not guilty, there's a chance you'll make bail. And I would be happy to pay it, if you promise to return to the Justice League."

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Back in the rec room, Phosphorus was standing on top of one of the tables that he had pushed against the wall, trying to get a view of what was going on outside. Nina and Bride had joined him; for Nina it was out of concern, for Bride it was simply because she was bored.

"What are they saying?" He mumbled, his grip on the bars tightening as he tried to listen.

"It has to be something about her case." Said Bride. "With how long she's been in here, and not a single visit before, there must've been a change."

Phosphorus didn't know how to take that. Was there more that you didn't tell him? Were more years added to your sentence? Are you getting transferred? Or worse, did they find you innocent?

The Bride side glanced at Phosphorus, a knowing smirk graced her lips. "You know, you're really bad at pretending you're not the "jealous boyfriend" type."

His head whipped around in her direction, his flames rose but she couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment.

"I-I just- you- just-just shut up!"

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You thought for a moment, you weren't quite sure how to respond. "If I come back, I want a few things."

Batman scoffed. "Do you really think you're in the position to be negotiating?"

"I'll have you know, prison life hasn't been all that bad for me." You said with sass as your crossed your arms. "Once I got over the feeling of betrayal, I actually formed relationships with the inmates."

"Really?" Superman cringed at the thought. "But they're murderers-"

"At least they know loyalty."

"Barely." Batman shot back.

You gritted your teeth. "Task Force M has showed more loyalty to me than any if the Justuce League. I'm am perfectly fine with staying in here, you're the ones who want me back. So, do we have a deal?"

Batman glared at you before he made up his mind. "What do you want?"

You tense shoulders relaxed slightly. "My team, I want to be able to see them while I'm out. Not just visitation hours, I want them out of Belle Reve when I see them."

Superman and Batman looked at each other, before Batman looked to Waller. She shrugged. "Task Force M has been more well behaved than usual. If they can keep it up, I'm sure I can arrange something."

You nodded to Waller, silently thanking her for her cooperation. You turned back to the men in front of you. "Looks like I'm back."

A wide smile filled Suoerman's face. He rushed to you a scooped you up into a hug. "You have no idea how hard it was not to visut you, but we were under so much fire at the time. The governmentthought it would be safer if we temporarilydropped connections. "

You embraced the hug, realizing how much you actually missed your old team. Suddenly, you heard muffled yelling coming from across the courtyard. Looking to your left, you saw Phosphorus yelling something you couldn't hear but Superman could.

"Um, why is the glowing skeleton yelling at me to get my hands off of you?" He asked, clearly concerned.

You chuckled. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

Suddenly, several peices of trash came flying your way. Well, not exactly flying. They hit the ground several feet away from the three of you, but the action was enough to make the guards inside tackle your partner.

With a sigh, you removed yourself from the hug. "We should head back in."

As Waller and the guards led you all back inside, Batman came up beside you.

"Phosphorus? Really?"

You smiled slightly as you shrugged. "What can I say, he's got charm."

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Yeah, it's called radiation. I don't think he's good for you-"

"Don't go all dad-mode on me Bats, we're still the same age remember?"

He scoffed. "And yet you're the one making juvenile dating choices."

"Uh huh, and how's it going with Selena?" You said with a shit-eating grin. He was quiet for a few moments.

"Fair point." He said, causing you to let out a laugh. As much as you hated them, and how long it will be before eyour relationships are repaired, you couldn't deny that you missed moments like this.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

I hope you enjoyed this and if you have anything you would like me to personally respond to, message me or put it in my ask box because as of right now, Tumblr won't let me respond to comments :)

[becauseimswagman1]

Jealous, much?

Trick Williams x Reader

A/N: This some smutty ass shit y'all. MDNI! Y'all are responside for your own reading exposure.

Warnings: sexy ass Trick Williams, minor coochie touching, unprotected p in v (no glove no love y'all! Come on!), choking, good communication, and dirty talking

-------------------------------------------

You scoffed looking at Lash and Trick in the ring together after his match. He was just reprimanding you about your onscreen relationship with Melo. You’re gonna ask him about this when he gets back, too, cause there’s no way he’s tryna play this game. 

—------------------------------------------

Trick came to the back on cloud nine! He and Lash had finished cutting that promo and everybody was feeling it! They truly had good chemistry, but not better than him and you. His girl, you, Trick loved so much. One day, it’ll be you and him cutting promos and working onscreen together, creating real magic, just like how y’all do outside of the ring.

After getting congratulations from the staff, Trick went to find you. You were the person he wanted to see the most after every show, win or lose. But, you found him before he found you. 

You had this look on your face that meant nothing but trouble, he could tell you were annoyed about something. 

“Heyy~, baby.” Trick wrapped his arms around you, but when you pushed him away, he knew something was seriously wrong, “Yo, which one of these girls done pissed you off? Cause Trick Willy gone handle that on behalf of you baby.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you said, “Can we talk somewhere privately? Too many listening ears around.”

Trick furrowed his brows concerned, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go back to my locker room.”

On the way there, you thought of how you could phrase what you wanted to say, so you didn’t come off angry. Though, you were angry, coming off that way through tone would just upset Trick and the conversation would be done through screaming instead of understanding. 

“Aight, baby, what’s wrong?” Trick asked when y’all finally got into the room.

“What happened to loyalty?” 

“Bae, what you talking bout? Loyalty? What?” Trick tried to wrap his arms around you, but you pushed him away.

He was confused, you were fine all night. What changed your mood so quickly?

“You and Lash out there… together like that…” you trailed off. 

“Oooh okay, this what you upset about. Bae, that’s just work, it’s nothing else going on.” 

Crossing your arms over your chest once again, you huffed, “That’s exactly what I said about Carmelo and I, but you nearly lost your job tryna stop something that wasn’t anything to begin with. It’s my JOB to have chemistry with him.”

Trick scoffed, “I know Carmelo. That’s not professional what he’s doing. He’s making actual passes at you 'cause you my girl and you know it.”

You cocked your head a little, “I know it? Okay,” you took a deep breath to calm yourself, “Trick, all I wanted was for you to get a taste of your own medicine. To see how you are through someone else’s eyes. Sure, I’ve noticed that some of Melo’s actions are inappropriate and I will talk to him about that. But, you also need to see that Lash’s actions are more than just work-related too and I know you see that. So, you need to get on her before I do.”

Trick nodded his head, “Okay, maybe there were some-” 

You cut him off, “Maybe? Trick, come on.”

Trick sighed, “Fine. There have been some things I picked up on. I just ignored it cause I knew I had someone better than Lash. I knew I had you waiting for me with open arms after every show. You my beginning and end, baby. You the woman I wanna walk down the aisle to see waiting for me. I love you.”

You smiled and sniffed a little, “Baby, don’t make me cry! I love you too.”

Trick wrapped his arms around, successfully this time, sighing with contentment at finally embracing you, “Don’t cry. We got some celebrating to do.”

Pulling away from the hug, “Oh we definitely do. Now, gimme that Trick Willy loving.”

Trick smirked, “Oh? In the locker room? Where everybody can hear you be loud?”

You smirked this time, “It’s not like we haven’t done it in here before, and,” you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I won’t be the only loud one.”

Trick kept his smirk at your statement. He was excited to see this side of you. 

Lifting the bottom of your dress to slip his hands under it, caressing your ass, “Showtime baby.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips with yours, teasing you just a bit, and then he kissed you with such passion and force, that you almost stumbled backward. Kissing you always gets Trick harder than ever. Even the slightest of pecks causes him to chub a bit sometimes.

He rubbed your ass more, switching between cupping it in his hands and jiggling it. Then, he moved one of his hands to the front of your underwear, rubbing you.

You were borderline soaking through your underwear. You shared the intimate sentiment with Trick with kissing. 

“Wet already baby? Hm? You wet for me?” he rubbed your clit, putting a little pressure on it. 

You were ready to collapse in his arms. You didn’t know how badly his admittance of wanting to marry you had affected you. 

“Please…” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Please, what? Huh, baby? Please, what?” Trick kissed your neck and pressed down a little harder, continuing to rub agonizingly slow. 

“I wanna cum on your dick, baby,” you said, lifting your head.

“Is that right? On my dick?” he pulled his hand from your heat, “Whatever you want baby?”

You looked into Trick’s eyes while tugging down his shorts, “Whatever I want?”

“Already know it.” 

“Good.” you stopped pulling at his shorts, “Take it out.”

The difference in your voice had Trick taken aback. Who did he just awaken?

He listened and whipped it out, stroking it a bit, 

“Now, sit down.”

“Shit….” he mumbled.

When he didn’t move fast enough for your liking, you pushed his shoulders a little, “Sit down, baby.”

Trick quickly went to sit down in a chair like you demanded.

You slid your underwear off and then climbed onto his lap. You grabbed his dick and rubbed it against your wetness, “I love you, Trick.” you said as you lifted yourself up and put the tip in. 

Trick grabbed your hips, attempting to help you slide down all the way, but you weren’t having it. 

“Move your hands, baby.” You were going to teach him a lesson. Coming at you sideways about another man while another woman was pushing up on him and he had the nerve to act clueless. You’ll slide down when you feel like it.

Grinding on his tip had Trick curling his toes, “Fuu…”

You stopped grinding, “What was that?” 

“Fuck me.” Trick said in the most whiny voice. You’ve never heard him like this. That shit had you dripping more than you already were. You knew you couldn’t deny yourself pleasure any longer, so you slid down. 

Trick finally felt like he could breathe. The teasing was finally over, “Shiit, please move.”

You smirked, now he was the one saying please. Moving your hips was a Godsend on Trick’s end. Your teasing on his tip and your controlling demeanor had him on the edge. 

“Shit… tell me how you feel baby. Tell me how it feels being in a pussy this good.” You bounced on his dick, making a point to come down hard, slamming your ass down on his lap. 

“Feels so good inside you, baby,” Trick wrapped his arms around your back, “Love being inside you, fuck.”

You bounced harder, a slapping noise mixed with yours and Trick’s moans can only be heard. You held your breasts as you rode him, “You wanna cum? I wanna cum. You gonna make me cum?” you asked him.

Trick nodded rapidly, “Yeah, baby. Want you to get yours.” his arms around you tightened, making you go faster. 

“Ooh fuck, fuck, fuck. Keep going, baby. I’m so close.” you moved one of your hands to rub your clit in fast circles, “SHIT! I’m coming, I’m coming!”

“Mhm, mhm. Let go for me. That’s right.” 

You twitched in his arms, a creamy ring forming around his dick. You flooding his lap. 

Trick slowed your bouncing down and looked at your fucked out expression. 

“You always look so fucking sexy after a good nut.”

Outta breath, you said, “Time to get yours.” then pushed his back flush to the chair y’all were sitting in together and rested your hands on his shoulders, “Take it.”

Trick planted his feet and started bouncing you again, thrusting up in time to meet your ass against his thighs, “Oh shit, baby.”

“Yeah? You getting close baby?” you slide your right hand up to his neck, applying a little pressure.

Trick felt a new pleasure, he had never been choked before, and the sensation was going straight to his dick. Trick had to slow down to prevent himself from coming too quickly.

“What you doing to me, baby? Fuck, you feel so good!”

You tightened your grip on his neck, “Come on, Trick. Get yours, baby.”

Trick unwrapped his arms and grabbed your ass, spreading your ass cheeks, and truly started fucking up into you. Lifting you, slamming you down, and thrusting up to meet that shit in the middle. 

“Shit, I’m almost there.” Trick’s eyes rolled back and stayed there, pleasure almost becoming too much. “Baby, baby, baby, fuuckkkk I’m finna bust.”

“Me too, baby, me too.” Seeing Trick in this state did more to and for you than you thought it ever could. Seeing him losing his mind like you normally would has you close. 

He moved you even faster on his dick, his moans getting lost in his throat, “Yeah, baby... wanna nut in that pussy.”

“Yeah? You wanna nut in me, baby? Ask for permission!” you knew you were done for if he did this. One hand is still on his neck and the other arm is thrown completely around his neck. You were holding on for dear life.

“Please! Lemme bust in you! Fuuu… please I can’t hold it!” his toes were curled impossibly tight.

“Cum with me Trick! Ohmy-fuck baby Yes!!” you came with a scream, wetting up his thighs and his lower stomach.

Rapidly nodding his head, he came with a long groan. Slowing down, but continuing to bounce you to ride out the high for as long as he could. 

“Oh shit,” Trick rested for forehead against yours, “Felt so good, baby.”

You kissed him as a response. Needing to feel his lips on yours to ground you a bit more from the earth-shattering orgasm you just had. 

And when Trick started to suck your tongue into his mouth, you took that as a sign to go another round, so you ground your hips. 

Trick grabbed your hips tight and stopped you, “Nah, I need a minute. You really wore me out.”

You giggled, “I guess I did, huh?”

He chuckled, “Maybe I should get you jealous more often, huh? Especially if you get like this.”

You smacked his chest, “Boy, hush up. Ain’t nobody jealous… but we both gone get our acts together about this, though.”

Trick nodded, “For sure.”

Getting close to his lips, brushing yours over his just like he did you, “You tell that girl what’s up and I’ll do you like this and more.”

He groaned at the thought, “I’ll make sure she knows her place.” 

You pecked his lips, “Good. Now let’s get cleaned up so we can go home and go a couple more rounds.”

“Yes ma’am.”

---------------------

Taglist that I'm rebuilding: @itsbackwoodsbby @ayeeeitsmiracle @sharmelasworld @megamindsecretlair @femdisa @harmshake @mzv11

(Sorry if I tagged some of y'all without permission. Y'all my favorite writers on this app)

(Let ya girl know if you wanna be added or otherwise)

[callme-holly]

something about ponyboy x f reader meeting again in the hospital after he came from the church and he thinking that she doesn’t like him anymore after he bleached his hair

𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 [ponyboy curtis x reader]

𝐚/𝐧: i feel like i never write enough ponyboy stuff y'all sorry

The sterile smell of the hospital was a somewhat working distraction from the panic coursing through your body, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as you trailed after Darry and Soda, both of whom were miles ahead of you, their faces contorted with worry as they raced down the hall.

It felt like you'd been walking forever, and you were so caught up in your own head that you didn't even notice when they'd stopped short, both fussing over the boy who had caused you so much stress the past week. You hang back, letting the brothers have their moment, observing silently as they hug each other tightly.

Pony looks different, incredibly so. He's covered head to toe in what looks like ash, his clothes hanging off of his frame, which looks thinner than usual, and his hair... despite the strands being blackened with the remnants of the fire, anyone can see his hair is no longer that reddish-brown you'd grown so used to. No... it's blonde. Blonde and free of grease and a hell of a lot shorter than it was when he'd left.

You're still staring when he pulls away from his brothers, turning to face you with tears in his eyes. He looks so vulnerable, standing there before you, and you swallow heavily as you rush over to him, wrapping him up in your arms and burying your face in his chest. His arms snake around your waist instantly, clinging to you as if afraid you would disappear in front of him. 

"You're okay..." you whisper against his chest, and you're not sure whether it's a statement or a reassurance as you hold onto him. 

Pony doesn’t reply, just hugs you tighter. "We thought... we thought you might've died or something. I heard what happened. It's all over the papers, Pony."

He shakes his head at that, pulling back. His eyes are wide and glazed, and you want nothing more than to pull him back into your embrace and never let go. "Johnny... Johnny might die." He gasps, and despite the shock of the words, you can only manage a brief nod in response. You can tell he's shaken up, and the last thing he needs right now is you breaking down too. 

Instead, you reach up, running your fingers through his new hair. It's cut in a way that's far from professional, as if done with a blunt knife, and the bleached strands are patchy in places. He looks a lot like Dallas like this: blonde, messy, broken, and it sends a chill through you. 

"Real tuff" You chuckle, brushing a curl out of his face, and he averts his gaze, eyes flitting around the room, lingering on Darry and Soda fighting off reporters and then landing back on you.

"Do you hate it?" His voice is barely above a whisper, cracking slightly at the end, and you feel your heart sink slightly.

"What?" you ask softly, reaching forward to cup his face, forcing his attention on you again. "Hate it? Pony, no-"

"Do you hate me?" There's fear in his eyes, and it makes your heart hurt to look at him. His hands grasp yours, squeezing them gently as his voice grows stronger and steadier, "For what happened with that soc? For running away and not saying anything and for scaring y'all?" 

Your breath catches in your throat. He thinks you hate him...? Your hand slips out of his, and your eyes meet his. His gaze is pleading with you. "No," you say simply, trying to keep your voice steady as you take a step closer. "I could never hate you. Never, Pony. Don't ever think that."

He looks unsure for a moment before nodding slowly, letting the tension ease out of his shoulders. "Really? You promise?" 

"Yeah, really." And it's the truth. You love him. Even if he did leave without a word, leaving you behind and worrying everyone else with his absence, you still love him. How could you not?

His cheeks flush as he ducks his head in an attempt to hide it, a small smile pulling at his lips. You know there's a lot he wants to say, but you also know he'll tell you in his own time, and right now, he just needs to be around the people who love him. And you're happy to be one of them. 

[plaidos]

I roll my eyes whenever anyone implies that there's some sort of divine soul that separates art from not-art.

"It's taking jobs" so does every machine. Should we be raging against self checkouts cause stores start reducing front end associates once they have them? Crossing and traffic lights for taking away the jobs of cross guards? Machines in factories?

"Art isn't like that, art is actually supposed to be fun and enjoyable" There are people who enjoy being housekeeping or a cashier or doing factory work

"Think of all the great artists we're losing" It's not like it's preventing anyone from being an artist in their free time anyway, most (unfortunately) don't make money for their art already.

"They're stealing art" do we need to disable right click save like the NFT guys said, after all I can already steal the art and draw dicks or slurs on it. It'd be a dick move, sure, but I don't see anyone arguing there needs to be laws to prevent it (save me papa Warner Brothers!) You still have your original copy, nothing is stolen any more than downloading ROMs of 90s Japan only RPGs is stealing

"It takes up so much electricity" About as much as, like, 15 minutes of playing a video game, yet you're still posting about having 1000+ hours in just Final Fantasy or Guild Wars or Team Fortress or Warframe or whatever, hell unless you're banging out pieces in less than an hour any digital art probably takes a comparable amount anyway depending on what you got.

"It just looks bad" I agree. Wasn't aware that would stop something from being art.

totally, 100% agreed

[weepylucifer]

oh hell yeah jedi enjoyers

thanks for the tag @darth-kote!!

okay so i'll say some stuff abt the jedi, even tho it'll probably be kinda basic!!

first, i love them all living in their temple - it may look weirdly ugly from outside, but all the rooms inside have always been rendered so beautifully in the prequel movies. i like that it's so huge and old most jedi don't know what all is in there, bc it's so rich in history and the force. i'd watch a whole miniseries about a group of jedi just exploring the temple, plunging deeper and deeper into forgotten levels filled with ancient wonders... i like that they're all living there in this sort of loosely familial way that's not clearly defined as "jedi mommy, jedi dad, padawan siblings" they're all just vibing and communally raising the younglings

i like that they practice mindfulness, actually. it's a nice take on "how would these people with powerful cosmic powers keep themselves from flipping out and destroying the world". is it always perfect as a technique? no. can it lead to some jedi getting in their head about if they're doing mindfulness correctly? sure. there can be some fun conflict in that. on the whole tho yeah, being careful about what you do with your emotions is actually a good thing!

controversial but, i like non-attachment. us normal people constantly have to accept that our loved ones will die someday and we can't magically stop that from happening. this is close to my heart bc, not to overshare too much, but several people i love are in very bad health and will never get better. instead of constantly already grieving people who are still here with me, i've been trying to be more jedi about it and just enjoy the moments i do have with them right now, knowing this will all go away someday, and probably a lot sooner than i'd like. it may sound corny but learning about jedi philosophy is fr helping me with something that's been causing me a lot of anguish in my real life. and accepting that relationships end someday (in death or heartbreak) doesn't mean i don't love my loved ones while they're here!! so yeah!! i love the way the jedi love

idk who to tag, so just. if you (whoever you may be) see this and want to add something, tell em i sent ya

Tag Game for Jedi Enjoyers

Me scrolling my dash and finding like thirty well structured arguments detailing why the Jedi are good and complaining about people not getting it: …maybe I just need to follow more people but I think maybe we, the people who love the Jedi, have forgotten we’re allowed to actually be joyous about this thing we love, rather than just placing ourselves in constant opposition to people who do not love it. I love a well structured argument probably more than the next guy, but I’ve seen more than one person, myself included, feeling super discouraged and burnt out by it all.

Here’s the rules:

Say one thing—lore, character, headcanon, oc, book recommendations, fics, anything—you love about or involving the Jedi. Explain it in as much or as little detail as you want.

No arguments, no “I hate when people—,” no telling me which Disney show sucks the most.

Tag two or more people you think will enjoy this activity.

[comphy-and-cozy]

Homecoming: Crush

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f) x Mikko Rantanen

Summary: JT’s first time back in Denver after signing in Detroit was always going to be memorable, but with the help of a friend, you make it a night he'll never forget. @senditcolton's sister fic coming soon.

Word Count: 8.6K

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Light alcohol use/mention, swearing. Threesome (MFM - no MxM), fingering (vaginal + anal - f receiving), oral sex (m + f receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, mild degradation, dirty talk. You know, the usual.

Masterlist

Leaving Colorado was bittersweet. Denver had been home for years; it was the city you first lived on your own, made new friends, and started your career. It was also where you met JT, fell in love with him, and watched him achieve his dreams of playing in the NHL and, ultimately, winning a Stanley Cup. But when his time wearing an Avalanche jersey came to an end, you were equally excited and hopeful for your future in Detroit. 

The part that was entirely bitter was saying goodbye to your friends that would no longer be just down the road, but instead halfway across the country. Your memories of your last few weeks in Denver were happy, but lined with tears as you bid a see you later to them all.

Meanwhile, your first few weeks in Detroit were layered with excitement of exploring a new city, meeting some of JT’s new (and old) teammates, and getting settled into your new apartment. It was fun to do it with him, turning a new city into a home, and as you grew more comfortable with the change, the people, your new life, you found yourself even more certain that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him by your side.

The date of his return to Colorado has been circled on your calendar since the season started. JT was grateful to have ample time to adjust to life in a new city, on a new team, being the ‘new guy’ for the first time in a long time, before going back to his former home and being exposed to all of the memories and feelings that Denver dredged up. But now that the date looms nearer, there’s a slight flutter of nerves and anticipation that hangs in the air. JT seems to be ignoring it, so you do, too.

So, needless to say, the last thing you expect to come out of his mouth is a proposal gauging your interest in having a threesome with one of his former teammates.

‘Surprise’ is putting it lightly, and you don’t even know where to begin with the millions of questions running through your head, so you start simple. “You’d… you’d like that?”

Heat flares in his eyes and his jaw ticks. “I can’t even begin to describe what watching you get fucked would do to me.”

The bluntness of his words causes warmth to flood through your body in an instant, a low pulse beginning to throb between your legs. You clear your throat. “Did you… have someone in mind?”

A glimmer of amusement shines in his eyes, his lips curling up ever so slightly. “Did you?”

You swallow thickly, heart ticking wildly in your throat under his knowing gaze. The weight of it makes you look away, suddenly very interested in the grain of the hardwood floor beneath your feet. You couldn’t deny the flash of blue eyes, the sound of a deep laugh that echoed through your mind when he’d posed the question…

Chewing on your lip, you try to build up the courage to speak, but the nerves stop your voice from coming out. JT steps closer to you, tilting your chin up with his finger so he can look you in the eye. 

“I’m not going to be mad,” he says softly, and the sincerity in his voice makes you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. His eyes are gentle and warm. “I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t okay with it. I want to know. Want this, if you do.”

You fidget on your feet. Something about it feels so… wrong. Taboo. But you can’t ignore the flash of excitement, the flutter of anticipation at the prospect. Sometimes it’s fun to be wrong. “Are you sure?”

A small smile plays at his mouth, and he moves his hand to interlace his fingers with yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of your hand. You smile back, heart warm at the tender action. But then he brings your joined hands down, pressing your palm against the very hard appendage beneath his zipper. “What do you think?”

Oh.

The twitch beneath your touch is all you need to convince you to share the name that’s resting on your tongue.

“...Mikko?” It slips out, quiet, lilted at the end as if it’s a question.

His smile is slow, flickering at the corner of his mouth before it grows into something more broad. “Should’ve known.”

Three weeks later, you find yourself standing in the middle of an ornate hotel room, with a luxurious-looking sofa, floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the mountains, and sleek, modern furniture. In the center of the large bedroom is a king-sized bed with crisp white linens, so pristine you’re almost afraid to sit on it. 

JT had insisted on splurging for a room at the Four Seasons as a way to show appreciation for you flying all the way to Denver to support him; he said if he got the red carpet rolled out for him, then you deserved it, too. You suspect that your extra guest was also a factor in the room selection, like you’re a piece of high, fine art that ought to be enjoyed in a beautiful setting.

You’ve got an Avalanche jersey on, the white #37 proud on your back underneath his nameplate, an obvious claim to who you belong to. Underneath is the lingerie JT bought you special for the occasion—pretty lace encasing your body like a beautifully wrapped present. High, fine art.

Nerves course through you, the cocktail you had at the game not quite enough to protect you from the rapid pulse fluttering in your throat when a knock sounds at the door. Your boyfriend looks at you, silently gauging, confirming you’re still comfortable with the plan. Steeling yourself, you suck in a deep breath and nod.

JT smiles, pressing a kiss against your lips and offering an encouraging squeeze of your hand before moving to answer the door. As it swings open, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of Mikko standing in the hallway, hair damp from his shower. He either ditched his suit or stopped at home to change, now sporting expensive-looking black sweatpants and a hoodie. Even before he steps in the room, his figure is looming; large, broad, towering over your boyfriend, who is already significantly taller than you.

The Finn greets JT first, a grin blooming on his face as he claps his hand and leans in for a hug. “Sorry about the game, brother.”

With a wave of his hand, JT brushes it off. The Red Wings had lost 7-2, and although you know it’d have been much sweeter to win, he says, “Just glad to be back. Feels weird being here.”

“Feels weird that you’re here as a visitor,” Mikko comments, wrinkling his nose at the sentiment. JT nods in agreement, no further statement needed. 

Russet eyes flick to yours, and you watch the smile curl up on his face. “Since you’re hosting, I brought you a gift this time.”

You feel Mikko’s gaze shift to you, and you’re patient in the way your eyes blink over to him, offering a small smile. “Hi, Mikko. It’s good to see you.”

A glimmer of heat flares in his eyes. “It’s good to see you too.”

JT stifles a chuckle. Crossing the room, you go to hug Mikko, warmth coursing through your body when his arms wrap around you. All at once, the sheer size of him hits you, and you feel the way your pussy practically purrs for it.

You pull away, and the tension in the room turns thick, almost tangible, when you look into his eyes. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you pray that he can’t hear the thud of it the way you can. 

“You sure you want this?” Mikko murmurs, hand raising like he wants to caress your face, but he stops himself to make sure you’re really good.

“Always had a crush on you,” you whisper with a smile. You’re not confident in the strength of your voice. 

The corner of his mouth quirks up, and the glitter returns to his eyes as he steps in closer to you. His lips are inches away from yours, your breath frozen in your lungs. “Oh yeah?”

JT’s amused huff behind you offers a gentle encouragement and a surge of confidence washes over you as you let your eyes trail over Mikko’s large frame, over his broad shoulders, his defined chest, the thick thighs that you know could easily crush you. For a moment, you let yourself think all of the filthy, carnal thoughts that have flashed through your mind every time you see him. “Couldn’t help it. You’re so… big.”

His smirk widens, smug and dripping with an air of cocky confidence. It’s always been just a part of life, his intimidating size, but the way you’re devouring him with your heated gaze has him appreciating it in an entirely different light. 

“Baby, you’re drooling and no one’s even taken their clothes off yet,” JT says with a chuckle, and his words have you imagining exactly what Mikko might look like when he does, in fact, remove his clothes. Or maybe he’ll let you do that for him.

“Can you blame me?” you ask.

Mikko’s eyes roam too, lingering over the logo on your chest, though you have a feeling he’s imagining what it’ll look like without the jersey covering your body. 

“I always had a thing for you, too,” he confesses at last. “Always told Comph he had the hottest girl.”

Your heart flutters at the compliment, and your eyes flick to JT’s in surprise. How come he’d never told you? 

“Couldn’t have you running off to be with Mikko. Wanted to have you all to myself,” your boyfriend admits with a smile. “He’s less of a threat now that we’re in different cities.”

At his words, Mikko grins before leaning in to kiss you, almost like he was waiting for a silent permission from JT to touch you; he hovers mere inches away from your face, giving you the choice to change your mind or close the gap. 

It’s a no brainer to meet his mouth with yours. His lips are warm, soft, his fingers sliding into your hair, and you can’t help but sink into him. Your own find purchase on his biceps, strong and huge beneath your fingertips, your knees wobbling slightly when his tongue slips into your mouth.

Kissing Mikko is easy. It’s no wonder JT was cautious. 

Mikko’s hands begin an adventure roaming your back, warming you up to his touch, before he’s reaching behind you to cup your ass with a firm grip. JT’s breathing is ragged, but you can’t tear yourself away from Mikko’s lips to glance at him. It’s only when he pulls away for air that you look at your boyfriend, wings beating in your belly when you see his flushed cheeks and dark eyes. There’s an obvious tent in his pants; you resist the urge to tease him. 

“Comph told me about how good you are with your mouth,” Mikko says, voice husky, like he feels exactly how JT looks. He drags a thumb along your bottom lip, and you let the tip of it dip just past the seam of your mouth. Beside you, JT groans, and the sound encourages you as you slowly slink to your knees in front of Mikko.

“Do you want to see for yourself?”

He sucks in a breath, watching when you reach up to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. Already, he’s hard, and you can’t help but wrap your hand around him—or, try to—over his boxer briefs. He’s firm and warm beneath your hand, and your pussy throbs when you imagine what he’ll feel like inside of you.

You help Mikko divest himself of his pants, kicked to the side while JT takes a seat in the armchair beside you. A glance at him, melting under his smoldering gaze before you’re leaning forward to press your lips against the firm muscle of his quad. He hums, then stifles a chuckle when your teeth bite into his skin gently. 

If you could, you’d spend an hour marking up his thighs, but your attention is drawn back to the erection bobbing above you. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you see the smirk grow on Mikko’s face before you take his tip into your mouth. He curses when your tongue laps at the beaded liquid at the tip, slowly allowing more of his length to slip into your mouth. 

“Fuck, JT wasn’t lying about your mouth, sweetheart,” he groans. JT hums, pleased at the assessment. Part of you wonders exactly what he’d shared with Mikko—and if he’d ever shared with anyone else.

You work Mikko’s cock between your lips, bobbing your head over him with wet, sloppy movements. His hands clench at his sides, an effort to keep from burying them in your hair and fucking your face. Not that you’d mind.

“C’mon, baby, show him how good your throat is,” comes JT’s low murmur of encouragement. “Y’look so pretty when your face is stuffed with cock.”

Inching forward, you take more of him, bit by bit, until he’s brushing at the back of your throat. His hips strain with the effort of resisting bucking into your mouth, mumbling what you presume to be curses in Finnish.

Obediently, you blink up at Mikko to let him know you approve of the way his hips slowly press forward, the head of his dick slipping further down your throat. Your eyes water, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks as he pulses ever so slightly in and out of your mouth.

Quiet curses sound from both men, eyes glued to the way your lips look wrapped around Mikko’s considerable length. You feel another flutter between your thighs, the feeling encouraging the slow stroke of your tongue on the underside of his length. Thick fingers caress your hairline, tucking a handful of it behind your shoulders and out of the way.

“That’s it,” Mikko groans, the low rumble of approval deep in his chest before his head tilts back. “Her mouth—so fucking good, Comph.”

Though he’s talking to your boyfriend, your heart flutters with the praise, and you become determined to hear more of it, to pull more of it from his throat alongside the guttural groans. A deep breath precedes the slackening of your jaw, opening wider to accept him until your lips nestle in the trimmed curls at the base of Mikko’s pelvis. Distantly, you wonder if he landscaped just for you.

“Vitun iso,” Mikko exclaims, pulling himself out of your mouth quickly. The action earns a splutter from you, a gush of saliva and precum spilling out of your mouth at the sudden absence. “You’re gonna make me come and I haven’t even gotten to fuck you yet.”

Coyly, you look up at him, as if you hadn’t been sucking his lights out moments prior. “I like it when you speak Finnish.”

Flames lick in his eyes and he smiles down at you. You lick your lips, a weak attempt at tidying up what you know is a disheveled appearance. But instead of stopping, you lean forward and let your lips press against Mikko’s balls, letting your tongue flatten as it glides along them. He stutters, and so does JT, Mikko’s hands flying back into your hair. 

“Perkele—no, no, baby, y’gotta stop ‘cause I really wanna fuck you.”

Though it takes everything in you to stop, you do, tearing yourself away from his length. Your gaze trails over it, hard and wet and huge, and you lick your lips when you once again envision what it’ll feel like pressing into your wanton, waiting core. Mikko notices, observes the hungry way you watch him, a devilish smirk forming on his face.

“C’mere,” JT murmurs, hand gently nudging at your shoulder as he offers a hand to help you stand. His expression is warm as he looks at you, admiring the sheen on your swollen lips, the watery line of your eyes, gently wiping away a stray tear with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you softly. A tender, sweet moment, a brief check-in without words, silently confirming that you’re good to keep going. 

You’re more than good.

Toying with the hem of your jersey, knuckles caressing the skin of your thigh, JT holds your gaze before he pulls the fabric over your head. Beside you, Mikko groans in approval at the ensemble you’ve hidden beneath the jersey; ivory lace, wrapped around your hips, encasing your breasts, satin straps over your shoulders. Wrapped up like a pretty package.

JT takes a moment to admire you, gaze trailing over the lace and your curves. He casts a glance at Mikko and offers a wink. Like what I’ve done with her?

With an outstretched hand, he guides you to the bed, seating himself against the pillows and motioning for you to sit between his legs. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of him brushing your hair back, scratching lightly against your scalp as you settle in against his solid frame.

JT’s hands wrap around your body, moving over your breasts, kneading them until your mouth falls open in a sigh. They tickle you slightly as they caress down your sides, firm and steady, tracing over your waist and the lace adorning your hip bones. When they reach the apex of your thighs, you feel a flutter where his fingers ghost over your pelvis, teasing you. A glance at Mikko shows that his attention is focused solely on your center, following JT’s movements the way he’d track a puck.

The breath that Mikko sucks in is audible when your boyfriend parts your thighs, spreading you open like your legs are curtains at an upscale Broadway theater. You watch the way his eyes darken, drinking in the sight of you on display for him. Act I, Scene I.

“Gorgeous, isn’t she?” your boyfriend’s low voice asks, amused by the trance that his friend seems to be under. 

All Mikko does is nod, unwilling to take his eyes off of your body for a single second. “Beautiful.”

“You want to taste?”

At the question, Mikko’s blues shoot up to meet JT’s. Can I? Next, they flick to yours, seeking permission. He doesn’t speak, and neither do you; instead, you let your hand draw between your legs, finger tucking into the fabric before you tug it to the side. It’s consent, permission, and a silent request all at once.

The weight of Mikko’s large body dips into the mattress when he crawls his way toward you. Your heart thuds in your chest as he nears, and you swear you can feel JT’s heart beating just as rapidly against your back. When the Finn reaches you, he wastes no time being shy as his hand reaches for the back of your neck, pulling you toward him to press a heated, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. He devours you, groaning into your mouth while JT’s hands drag along the back straps of your bra, unhooking it. 

Slowly, the straps slide down your arms, and as if he can sense more of your bare skin revealed, Mikko pulls away to admire the sight of your bare shoulders and collarbones. His eyes glitter, though you notice the way his eyes linger on the lace that still covers your breasts, like he’s willing the material to disappear. 

JT anticipates Mikko’s next move and his hands slip around to your front, letting his finger hook into one of the cups before dragging it down. Your breasts fall free, and Mikko stifles a groan, his lip disappearing between his teeth as he takes in the sight of you topless.

“Been thinking ‘bout these tits for a long time,” he murmurs, and you shiver at the statement. Your nipples peak under his gaze. “Ever since I accidentally saw that picture on Comph’s phone.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Pardon me?”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t send a warning before you sent a nude,” JT says in self defense, fighting a chuckle. He falters when he sees Mikko’s large hand cupping your breast—and you’d be lying if you heard a single word that came out of his mouth once Mikko’s warm palm pressed against your skin. His fingers knead the soft tissue, acclimating himself with the feel and size of your breasts; a moan slips out when he lightly pinches your nipple.

“Maybe it was on purpose,” Mikko muses, the glint in his eye passing so quickly you think you must have imagined it. “Maybe she wanted someone to see it.”

JT hums. You glance over your shoulder to ensure that his low groan is one of pleasure and not jealousy or unease, worried the sentiment will upset him. But your eyes catch his, and you see the lust that’s grown in them. At the thought of you seducing his teammate. At the thought of Mikko craving you. His girl. 

The knowledge that you are something that others covet, someone that his friends desire, and yet you crawl into his bed every night is… priceless. He doesn’t try to fight his smile. “That true, sweetheart?” 

“Why else would she send it with no warning?” Head cocked, and a smirk plastered on his face, Mikko adds, “You wanted to show off this gorgeous body, hm? Make everybody jealous of Comphy?”

Your cheeks heat. You had no way of knowing that JT was anywhere near his teammates when you’d sent photos, but you find that you really like the thought of wandering eyes, of someone—Mikko—seeing something private, meant for JT. A shiver runs down your spine. 

Mikko’s heated gaze floats down your frame, to the lace that’s still wrapped around your hips. Watching his eyes trail lower, you wonder if the dampness you feel there is visible. His hand tickles your stomach on its route down to your panties, where the tip of his middle finger runs along the hem, still pulled to the side exposing you. JT’s breathing is practically ragged beside you, both of you watching the way Mikko toys with your entrance. You can’t help but notice how huge his hand looks between your thighs. His fingers are so thick, one or two of them have got to be equivalent to his—

“Who’d you want to see it, baby?” JT probes with his words the same way Mikko’s fingers press gently against your slit. Just teasing, not giving you any relief. 

Your boyfriend’s thumb caresses against the underside of your breast, a breath of a touch that’s just enough to drive you crazy. And with a request like that, you have no choice but to obey. “Him.”

“Tell him, darling.”

“Y-you, Mikko,” your voice falters, cheeks warm as Mikko allows the very tip of his finger to dip inside of you. You’re not sure if the heat is from your confession or from arousal; you’re pretty sure it’s both. 

“Me?” he asks with a low chuckle, as if he’s even trying to pretend he didn’t already know the answer. “Comph, your girl’s a little minx.”

JT’s fingers slither across your skin, slowly kneading and massaging your breast beneath a strong hand, sending a wave of goosebumps down your arms. Lips brush against the tender spot of your shoulder blade, grazing along your skin before pressing a kiss against the crook of your neck and shoulder. His voice is low, so sensual it makes you shiver. “He’s right, sweetheart. You are the most lovely, tempting mistress.”

The butterflies that flutter in your chest threaten to erupt, and Mikko presses his thumb against your throbbing clit as if in agreement. A zing of pleasure shoots through your system and your head falls back against JT’s shoulder, who nuzzles with the side of your face. His thick beard scratches against your jaw. “You gonna let him taste you now?”

A nod is all you can muster, followed by a whine that you hope Mikko accepts as a plea. Luck is on your side, it seems, when he doesn’t drag out your torment any longer, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the lace around your hips and tugging the fabric down your legs. Pulling your thighs apart with painstaking slowness, you watch him make eye contact with JT. An evil smirk curls up on his face before he focuses his gaze back on your center.

He murmurs something in Finnish, tongue darting out to wet his lips. They press gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, soft and slow, relishing the delicious tension. When he finally reaches your center, his tongue takes a long swipe up, collecting your arousal. The heat of his mouth makes you sigh dreamily.

“Fuck,” Mikko groans, “you taste even better than I imagined.”

“Told you,” JT says, then turns his attention to you. His lips brush against the shell of your ear, thick beard tickling the skin while his nose nudges against your hair. “You have the sweetest, tightest, most delicious pussy, baby. I know it, and so does he. Can’t believe it’s all mine to taste and touch and fuck whenever I want.”

Heat blooms in your stomach, blossoming through your veins. The praise, dripping like honey from your boyfriend’s pretty mouth, makes your head spin with desire. Mikko hums from between your legs, enjoying your dripping honey, while JT takes one of your pert nipples between his fingers, rolling gently. He groans behind you, adding on to his commentary, “Pretty, perfect tits, too.”

You preen under his compliment, but your attention snaps back to Mikko when his tongue begins to move, swirling around your lips and slipping inside of you. He explores, familiarizing himself with your pussy, testing out different moves to see how you respond. He licks, sucks, kisses you, tasting your nectar and before long, he’s devouring your forbidden fruit like a starved man. 

Mikko’s curls bob above your pelvis, his blue eyes locked on yours while his tongue wraps around your clit. You cry out, head tossed back against JT’s shoulder, one of his hands sliding up your stomach to knead at your breast. The feeling, paired with Mikko’s mouth on your pussy, licking and delving inside your folds, sends heat coursing through your body.

When your spine curves, your lower back presses against something firm, and your boyfriend hums in your ear. “Feel that? That’s what all your pretty little sounds do to me.”

The gentle pulse of him against your tailbone has a moan slipping from your mouth, encouraging Mikko to keep the rhythmic flicks of his tongue against your entrance. Your hand slides into his curls as his own dig tightly into the sides of your hips, holding you in place. 

“C’mon, baby,” JT whispers, so low that even Mikko probably can’t hear him. “You gonna come for me? Wanna watch you gush all over that handsome face.”

“Mikko,” you sigh, the plea clear in the way you say his name, because you want that, too. Desperately. Your partner takes it as a command, accepting it as an oath, trying his hardest to completely bury his tongue inside of you.

“That’s it,” JT murmurs when your hips rise to meet Mikko’s mouth, rolling against his face and seeking your high. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, keeping his face pressed tightly against you, committed to his silent promise. You’re not positive, but you’re pretty sure that the muffled hum against your pussy is his encouragement too.

Not only is the climax one of the most anticipated orgasms of all time, but it’s also one of the best you’ve ever experienced. White hot heat blazes through your system, pleasure radiating to each cell as Mikko’s lips coax out every last bit of ecstasy from your body. Vision fuzzy, you register the gentle roll of your hips while the remaining waves of your orgasm subside. 

“I like the way you hump his face when you come.” Your boyfriend’s voice is the beacon that pulls you back to reality, oozing with arousal and amusement. 

Mikko pulls away to nod in agreement. The scruff littering his jaw is coated in your slick, and he grins at you, the sheen on his lips beautiful enough to have you pulling him toward you to kiss him, tasting yourself. His voice is low, molten, and it makes you throb despite just having an orgasm on his face. “Your pussy is so perfect, murunen.”

“You wanna fuck it now?” you ask, looking up at him with a smug smile.

“Do you want me to fuck it now?” he poses back, an eyebrow raised.

You nod so earnestly that JT chuckles beside you, and Mikko leans forward to capture your lips once again, his kiss scorching. The slow moan that slips out is a surprise to you, all control over it lost as heat winds back through your body. A wanton whine follows when he tears his lips from yours, crying out at the loss of him against your skin.

“M’not sure you’re ready for me to fuck you, baby,” he says with a smirk. 

“Trust me,” you purr, catching his hand in yours and drawing it to your center. He growls when you plunge the tip of his middle finger inside of yourself, the sound nearly covering your gasp. “I’m ready.”

JT groans loudly watching you grip Mikko’s wrist, guiding his hand to dip in and out of your pussy. “Fuuuuck. That’s it, baby, fuck yourself with his fingers.”

The Finn chuckles deeply. “She liked that, Comph. She just squeezed me so fuckin’ tight.”

“Yeah?” JT says with a smirk. His voice is a low whisper in your ear. “Why don’t you get yourself ready to take his cock?”

At his command, you slide Mikko’s finger in and out of you, urging him to add a second, a gasp rumbling out when he curls the digits inside of your heat. You’re in awe that just two of his fingers stretch you out so deliciously, slipping in and out of you with wet, squelching sounds. His eyes hold firm with yours, letting your hand guide his wrist, head leaning back at the pleasure his fingers shoot through your body. Your hand moves his wrist faster, your moans lilting higher.

The feeling is heavenly, but it’s not enough. You need more. 

Mikko is on the same page when he takes control of his hand back, ceasing his movements. Pressing his fingers past your lips, he earns your complete attention even as JT shifts out from behind you to kneel beside you on the bed. Your essence is tangy on your tongue, the pad of Mikko’s middle and index finger gently massaging it; your lips wrap around his digits and suck obediently, mimicking the exact way you sucked his dick earlier. With a smirk, Mikko pulls his hand away and you swallow thickly before turning your attention to the redhead next to you.

“J,” you whisper, glancing at the bulge that was just throbbing against your back. “Let me take care of that.”

Your boyfriend smiles, a glimmer of affection in his brown eyes before he reaches down to palm himself. But to your surprise, he shakes his head. “Nah, baby, I’m okay. Jus’ wanna watch for now.”

“Are… you sure?” you ask, another glance at his erection. Mikko’s still there, his own erection standing proudly, silently tempting you with a primal promise of ecstasy, but for the moment, you’re more concerned about ensuring your partner is as satisfied and willing as you are for this to continue.

JT tips your chin up with the crook of his finger, closing the gap between your lips. It’s soft and sweet, and maybe a tiny bit of a pageant display for his friend, who stands watching the two of you closely. “Remember how badly I want to watch you get fucked?”

Heat blooms in your cheeks—and between your legs—when you see the fire in his eyes, pupils blown. Your teeth dig into your lip, taking a shaky breath before you glance back at Mikko, a silent nod to let him know you’re good to continue. He returns the action, tugging off his shirt until he stands before you, a fucking Greek god statue—only instead of carefully sculpted marble, he’s lithe limbs, rippling muscles, warm flesh that you can feel, taste, touch. 

You can’t help but gape at him. You’ve been treated like the piece of art tonight, but he is the true masterpiece. 

Large hands grasp at your hips, tugging you toward the edge of the bed, until your core is mere inches from his own pelvis. Your eyes are locked on his hand: wrapped tightly around his length, stroking himself smoothly, the muscle of his bicep jumping deliciously at the movement. Your mouth waters. So does your pussy.

“You want it?” he asks, dimple peeking out beside his smirk. His eyes stay on yours even while he continues rubbing the tip of his dick against your entrance, bumping steadily into your clit. It sends a jolt of pleasure through your veins, and your hips buck toward him. “Aw, come on, tell me.”

“Mikko,” you whine, “please.”

“Tell him what you want, honey.” JT’s command is gentle, but firm. 

Your eyes trail up the cut lines of Mikko’s wide frame, admiring the sheer size of him—ignoring the wanton throb of your pussy at the size of his cock, positioned right at your entrance—and look into his baby blues. With your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you let your legs fall open a little more, spreading yourself wide. You don’t miss the way his eyes flick to the center of your thighs, feasting on the view of you, open and wet and waiting. It earns another pulse deep in your core.

“Fuck me, please, Mikko. Been wanting this for so long. Need you so bad.”

A dimpled smirk meets your desperate gaze, and JT looses out a heavy sigh as he watches your pussy greedily swallow Mikko’s dick inch by inch. He’s impossibly huge, stretching you so wide you can’t help the way your eyes roll back at the sensation. 

“Shit,” he barks out, accent strong. “Your cunt is pretty and tight, baby.”

With a moan, you let your heels dig into the flesh of his ass, encouraging him to move further—though you’re not sure there’s any room left with how much of him there is. He chuckles low, a rumble deep in his broad chest, leaning forward to bracket his arms around your head as he starts a slow, steady pace. Mikko’s lips press against yours, drinking in your soft whimpers while your arms wrap around his shoulders, clutching onto him.

Exploring lips make their way down your jaw and to your neck, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. Lowly, he murmurs strings of Finnish in your ear, the sound stoking the flame inside of you. Each press of his hips drives more and more pleasure through your veins, already laughably close to your peak. Your heart thuds in your throat, your breasts pressed against his chest while he sucks a mark into your skin. A mark, like so many left before in its wake, but a first in the shape of Mikko’s teeth.

The sound of JT groaning has your eyes fluttering open, glancing over at him beside you on the bed; you’d almost forgotten he was there, the feeling of Mikko inside you pulling all thought from your mind. JT’s shed his shirt, his pants unzipped and hand fisting at his length. His eyes are on your body, on the mark on your neck, but then they flick to yours and he winks.

You’ve seen it before, your boyfriend stroking himself before he slides into you, but you’ve never seen him like this—wanton, desperate, jerking himself off to the sight of you. It sends heat coursing through your body, an adrenaline that you didn’t expect. To know that he’s turned on, fueled by the sight of you with another man. 

And not just any man—his teammate. His friend. His brother.

Jealous, Mikko nips at your neck to bring your focus back to him. He pulls away, holding you with nothing but his steady gaze, the blues of his eyes locked with yours, his hips moving steadily to continue driving his length into you. It’s intense, intimate, unwavering. Each thrust forward sends you further into blissful oblivion. 

When Mikko rises to his full height, he tugs your hips harder so he can continue pounding into you at his relentless pace. Your body slides against the formerly pristine sheets, now wrinkled underneath your romp with a large Finn. His hands slide up your arms, interlacing your fingers together before pinning them above your head. A smirk rises on his face when your back arches into him, the only way you can press more of your skin against his, desperate for his heat.

JT’s voice is a gentle purr. “You like that, sweetheart? Can hear how fucking wet you are. Makin’ a mess all over his cock, aren’t you?” His attention turns to the Finn. “Aren’t I the luckiest man in the world, Rants? Coming home to that pussy every night?”

Mikko nods in agreement, eyes glued to the way you’re wrapped around his length, snug and wet and warm. “Dunno how you get anything done with her in your bed. Tightest cunt.”

JT’s smile is greedy, like a cheshire cat, and he brushes the hair out of your face with an affectionate hand. “She’s definitely a tempting little vixen.”

His thumb strokes a soothing caress on your jawline, and you can’t help it when you twist your head just slightly to take it between your lips, looking up at him with wide, unfocused eyes. Mikko curses, his thrusts faltering as he watches you suck on your boyfriend’s digit obediently. “Fuck. Such a good girl.”

“You are,” JT murmurs, admiring the way your tongue flicks at the pad of his finger. You release it, beaming proudly. “My beautiful, perfect, good girl. Takin’ his big dick like that.”

Mikko’s hands grip tighter on your waist, his thumbs nearly touching with how large they are wrapped around your sides, like he’s silently commanding you to pay attention to him. His eyes connect with yours, the soft blues a deeper shade as he drives home. The only sounds in the room are that of your moans and hips slapping against the underside of your thighs. He’s impossibly deep, stroking inside your guts, touching places that no one has ever reached before. It’s sinful and wicked and you want more. 

“Mikko,” you sigh, fingers slipping into his disheveled curls, “d-don’t stop.”

JT takes your lilted whine as a call to action, nudging at your chin gently to tilt your face toward him. He doesn’t have to say anything, just dances his marriage and middle fingers across your lips before you take them obediently in your mouth.

He hums, pressing his fingers farther in, feeling the way your tongue lolls against them. “Nice and wet, darlin’. That’s it.”

You gasp when he pulls them out, a gossamer strand of saliva connecting your wet lips with his fingers. He doesn’t waste any time before he reaches between yours and Mikko’s bodies, pressing both fingers against your clit. JT’s rhythm is slow, intentional, patient, pulsing at half the tempo of Mikko’s hips; he listens to the sounds of skin on skin, the slick of your pretty pussy getting fucked, and your gorgeous pornstar moans—and, more importantly, the silence when your breath catches in your throat.

You’re close.

JT presses harder, rubbing with more speed, Mikko’s hips following suit like following a leader. Your mouth falls open, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as you stutter a cry and your orgasm rips through you. Mikko’s thrusts remain constant, milking out the waves of your climax until your legs are trembling around his waist. Weakly, your arm raises to knock JT’s hand away, the pressure from his fingers overstimulating.

Your second orgasm, it seems, is enough to have JT shucking off the remainder of his disheveled clothes, laying on his back on the mattress and beckoning for you with a finger. It’s on shaky legs that you approach him, savoring the feel of his fingertips brushing against your thigh. “Come sit on my face, sweetheart. Wanna taste what he did to you.”

Not five seconds after you’ve agreed with a nod, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to haul you over his head, and you shriek with delighted surprise. Mikko chuckles beside you, the sound quickly turning into more of a growl when he watches you settle onto your boyfriend’s face. Auburn hair and a small peek of his forehead are the only things that reveal his identity, his nose wedged up against your clit.

JT hums, tongue lapping up cautiously at your entrance, testing if the action overstimulates you. It doesn’t, instead earning an indulgent sigh from you, and he wastes no time in diving between your folds with his tongue. The feeling is different, more familiar than Mikko, who’s taken a seat at the edge of the mattress, content to watch for now.

“You taste so good after you’ve been fucked,” comes JT’s muffled voice from between your thighs. The gentle vibration against your core sends a shiver down your spine, his words earning a fresh ooze onto his lips. “So fucking wet, baby. So hot.”

JT’s hands grip at the globes of your ass, keeping you pressed against him as his tongue delves into your folds, feasting on exactly what Mikko did to you. What he finds, he must like, for his pleasured groan is both audible and felt vibrating between your legs. He’s diligent in the way he flicks at your clit, lapping up your arousal. 

You lose track of time as your boyfriend eats his way to your heart, relishing in the way his tongue works magic on your pussy. Over the years, he’s dedicated hours of his time to learning what makes you sigh, studying what gets your hips to move against him, memorizing what makes you drip nectar onto his tongue. Beside you, Mikko strokes himself leisurely, watching intently, like he’s studying tape of an upcoming opponent. 

JT nudges you with his hands, coming up for air. His thick, russet beard is drenched in you; the sight makes your walls clench. “Think m’gonna take you up on your offer,” he says, gently encouraging you to slide off of his face. “Wanna be inside this delicious little cunt.”

The body part in question flutters with anticipation, greedy for more despite having been filled to the brim not long ago. You follow the motion of JT’s hand to sling a leg over his hips. His erection, bobbing patiently above his stomach, leaks into a small pool of precum in the dark auburn hair above his belly button. 

JT shifts, sitting up to meet your lips. The world around you floats away underneath the spell of his kiss; for a moment, you’re all alone. His caress brings you back to reality, one hand on your waist, the other on your neck, holding your jaw.

“Ride me,” he whispers against your mouth, helping you to shift your hips upward so that he can line his tip up with your entrance. With an open-mouthed sigh against his lips, you sink down onto him.

Swallowing his groan, the two of you move in sync to find a rhythm that’s slow and steady; it’s intimate, your thighs wrapped around his waist and your bodies pressed against one another. Nearly every inch of your body is touching him, connected to him—and your new partner loves it.

“You look good riding his dick like that, murunen,” Mikko says, watching the way your hips roll leisurely circles atop his friend’s lap. “Can’t believe he kept you to himself all this time.”

“Can you blame me?” your redhead asks, tearing his lips away from yours to look at his friend. You follow suit, surprised at the hunger in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you, hips circling in hypnotizing motions. You quell the urge to shiver under his watchful gaze. “You’d do the same damn thing, if you were me.”

“Can’t deny that,” Mikko agrees with a grin, then cocks his head toward you. “Probably wouldn’t ever let you leave my bed.”

“Who says I’m going to let you leave mine?” 

Mikko’s brows raise in surprise, then a smile cracks over his face as he laughs. His smile falters when JT’s lips dutifully return to your neck, tongue soothing the sensitive skin. Your redhead’s skin is hot against yours, creating a twin mark beside the one that Mikko left.

“Darlin’,” JT husks against your collarbone. “You ready for Mikko to fuck you again?”

Your heart skips a beat at the question, and simultaneously, a disappointed whimper leaves your throat. “Was gonna come on your dick. Want to.”

The soft exhale of JT’s laugh caresses your skin. You can feel the curve of his smile against your neck as his hand stills the movement of your hips. His voice is sympathetic as he purrs, “I know, baby. But I get to feel this tight pussy grippin’ me every night; Mikko doesn’t. Wanna be a good host, don’t you?”

His words, his confidence make your heart swell—and your pussy clench. Talk about big dick energy. Another chuckle breathes against your collarbone, and you know he felt it. He knows how much it turns you on, how much you love being Mikko’s party favor. The sensation is nearly overwhelming.

“How generous of you,” Mikko says. “I would’ve kept that orgasm all to myself.”

Your body is weak, mind a little hazy as four hands help to maneuver you off of JT’s body and onto your hands and knees. Resting your head against your forearms, you smile up to your boyfriend while Mikko’s tip teases your center.

“Mikko, please,” you whine. Your voice is wanton, pussy humming with the ache of an almost-release. “Fuck me. Need it.”

“She gets a little cockdrunk at this point,” JT explains, a loving sort of pride etched onto his face, “after a few orgasms. So pretty and obedient.”

You let your waist sway, hoping to goad Mikko into plunging his length into you. He tsks, sliding his shaft against your clit as if to reprimand you, instead eliciting a moan from you. The sensation isn’t nearly enough; you need to feel him buried inside of you.

JT hums, his voice dripping with amusement and approval. “I love when you’re desperate. You get so slutty.”

“Please,” you whine again, sighing when your greedy pussy gives another heavy throb, desperate for another orgasm. You can’t find the energy in you to plead, wouldn’t be able to find the words for how bad you want him even if you tried, so it’ll have to do. 

Mikko’s merciful, granting you a sinful relief when he slips back inside of you. Your fingers grasp at the sheets, trying your best to stay upright despite how heavenly he feels, filling you up to the hilt. He finds his rhythm, rougher than before, his hips slapping against your ass. Distantly, you wonder if his resolve is slipping.

“Fuck, dude, how do you handle all this ass?”

A smile drifts its way onto your face, feeling the heat from Mikko’s gaze. His hands roam freely over the curve of your ass, over your hips, up your spine, all while he rearranges your guts. The tip of his finger trails over the ridges of your spine until it finally lands between the globes of your ass. He muses, “Now what’s this?”

JT’s chuckle is low. Evil, even.

“May I?” Mikko’s question makes your skin thrum with heat. His finger drags along your backside, the touch featherlight. It’s teasing, torturous, sinful, contrasting with the rough, deep thrusts of his cock into you.

The pad of his finger rests against your puckered hole, applying just enough pressure for you to feel it and moan. Only two words exist in your mind, void of all other thought.

“Mikko, please.”

“Filthy girl,” JT chimes in. The designation makes you shiver.

Mikko’s hips maintain their relentless rhythm, his tip striking at the most delicious angle to have you seeing stars. Your third orgasm lingers, body aching for one more release, greedily accepting his assault on your pussy. When the tip of his finger presses past the resistance of your hole, a guttural moan slips out of your throat. The sensation earns a deep throb of your clit, swollen and needy; one hand leaves its post on the bed to frantically paw at it. 

A low exhale sounds from Mikko behind you, and you can tell by his ragged breath that he’s approaching his climax as well. His finger presses deeper inside of you and on his next thrust, your world shatters. Weakly, your walls convulse around his length, the force of your release sucking the air out of your lungs. 

Through the haze, you hear JT’s voice followed by a deeper one—Mikko’s—before gentle hands stroke the hair out of your face. You’re aware of a feeling of emptiness, soon registering that Mikko is no longer sheathed inside you, but kneeling beside you. 

When your eyes open, it’s his blue ones that you see first. Smiling down at you, he says, “Hi, kultsi. How you doing?”

“Good,” you manage to say. After sitting up, your eyes are drawn to his erection, glistening with you. Next to him, JT’s length also bobs between his legs, and your mouth waters at the prospect.

Your gaze floats between both of them as you move off the bed and sink to your knees. They follow in unison, in sync with you and one another, coming to stand side by side before you. The sight is intimidating, truly: gazing up at two very strong, very muscular men, their erections hovering above you. 

Licking your lips, you press forward to lick at Mikko’s length, eager to taste yourself on him. JT waits patiently, watching the way your lips work down Mikko’s shaft. Your cheeks hollow, tongue swirling on the underside of him. 

A hand gently threads its way into your hair, gently guiding you off of Mikko’s cock and toward JT’s. You blink up at him, his brown eyes warm as they watch you. Etched on his face is an expression of pride, and you respond to it by dragging your tongue up his length. He groans, stroking your cheek with his thumb while you press kisses up to his tip, lapping at it before taking it between your lips. 

It’s not long before Mikko’s hand comes to the other side of your head, drawing you back toward him. Their pace quickens as they chauffeur you from cock to cock, cheeks growing more flushed as they work themselves up to their climax. Mikko’s loud groan fills the room first, warm splatters landing on your face with his climax. Salty droplets dribble toward your lips and you can’t help but lick them off before turning to smile at JT. 

The sight of you covered in his friend’s cum, marked by it, must be what spurs his own release, contributing to Mikko’s original artwork. Your tongue sticks out to catch him, earning a low groan from both of them as you swallow it. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” JT says with a bemused smile. “You know that?”

“Welcome back to Denver, baby.”

Author's Note: Happy New Year! Here at comphy-and-cozy, we're kicking 2025 off with a bang. It's been a long time coming (no, literally, this fic is a year late, but what's new?). Y'all know this is basically my dream threesome with a very C-esque angle. I had a blast working on this project with my friend and one of my favorite writers, Nicole! I hope you all enjoy the dual perspective of this series. 😜

Finnish translations (from Reddit and Google): vitun iso = fucking good perkele = shit murunen = little crumb (affectionate pet name, akin to 'sweet little thing') kultsi = honey or babe

SIMILAR CONTENT

The After Party* The After Party II* A Night in Paris*

[vandal-flower]

Saying Something Stupid, like I Love You

Poseidon x Amphitrite!Reader

Requested. @amphitriteswife

Plot: Poseidon faces a dilemma concerning his love life. Reluctantly accepting their help, he plans to make things right with (Name). Thankfully she is lonely on New Year's and needs all the company she can get.

Warnings: Poseidon is bad at feelings but it works out, angst but a happy end.

Notes: Happy new year. Here is my gift. 🐚

"You've been an awful mood lately.", Zeus teased, raking his beard as he chuckled.

His brother, Poseidon didn't dare to say anything, but instead glared at him. Not that it would do much anyways.

"Look I was right Hades! Doesn't he look like a pouting child!", at this point Poseidon nearly summoned his trident just to skewer his brother, not caring for the consequences at hand.

But before he could, Hades smacked Zeus's head, "Quit your teasing Zeus, but you do have a point. Brother what is going on with you, did something happen?", Hades glanced over at the ruler of the seas with a look of concern.

In all his years, not once did Hades ever see Poseidon be so...off. Sure he is arrogant, but he has the power to back it up. But now, he looks as if he is distressed. This whole week he has been.

From what he heard, he has been ignoring meetings with his fellow godlike beings, causing unnecessary problems, ignoring his duties on Olympus, and at one point nearly flooded the whole of Olympus when asked about it.

Since that incident, no one has been able to tell him to stop, out of fear of being killed.

"It's nothing you should concern yourself. I'm perfectly fine."

If there was anything that Hades knew better than anyone else, it was that Poseidon was a terrible liar.

Zeus sneaked behind Poseidon's chair, "Let me take a guess."

"You need my help but you don't want to admit it."

"I would never require the assistance of someone like you."

"You accidentally broke your trident and now you're throwing a fit."

"Should I smite you with said 'broken trident' Zeus?"

"Is it concerning Amphitrite?", Hades asked, breaking the dispute between his younger brothers.

Poseidon was silent. Bingo.

Zeus's laugh filled the room as Hades chuckled at the sudden realization. Poseidon has been having love problems. Should news of Poseidon's love life ever go out, the Heavens would fall apart. Maidens and potential suitors would have their dreams shattered.

Realizing he could not get out of this mess, Poseidon, reluctantly, have a brief summary of his situation.

Amphitrite or (Name), has been distancing herself from him as of late. Everytime he approached her, she would throw some reason to excuse herself. No longer could he see her glowing dark skin under the sun, or the moonlight. Stare into her eyes that put the beauty of various beings to shame. He could no longer be held by her, or even listen to her enchanting voice.

In short, he could no longer be with her.

"I never thought you would be a lovesick fool Poseidon. Never thought they day would come.", Zeus joked earning another glare from Poseidon.

"It makes sense, you have been a temper tantrum. I should've stopped your habit if I knew it was going to be this bad.", Hades said, a smile growing on his face as he too teased the King of the Seas.

Poseidon hated the reaction he received from his brothers. They were making fun of him, and had it not been for the fact that they're his most trusted pupils, he would of ended their lives swiftly long time ago.

Soon, Hades collected himself, and Zeus followed suit. "So do you want our help or not, lover boy Poseidon?", Zeus nudged Poseidon, further agitating him.

With no other option, Poseidon answered a begrudgingly "yes".

The aftermath of Christmas lingers as festive lights and decorations all around the Heavens. With the new year, brought new beginnings and although it was meant to bring joy, it had only brought more sadness to (Name).

Seeing all the couples walking around with each other in arms, or buying more fireworks to celebrate the new years at their parties. Not to mention, a sculpture of Zeus dressed up in a tuxedo with Hera beside him with a glamorous dress to showcase her beauty. How great...

As much as she wished to climb into the arms of her friends to get rid of her feelings, she couldn't. With the following reasons...

Her nymph friends were trying to get a chance to be with gods like Apollo.

Persephone was visiting Hades in the Underworld or her mother on the Overworld.

Other friends of hers were visiting family or too busy.

Nonetheless, she was alone. She sighed to herself, the cold wind gently blowing against her face."For a bright and lively season like this, you don't like you're having much fun."

(Name) perplexed at the sudden voice, turned around to see Hermes. "Happy New Year to you Hermes. Any deliveries you should be attending to?", she looked at him with suspicion. Hermes smiled wider than usual.

"No reason.", he spoke. "However if I were you, I would go to the beach to calm all my worries." He pointed towards the beach, his smile not faltering not once. (Name) frowned at his words.

Sure, the beach would be great. Sand under her feet, and a chance to relax in the cool waters. However it reminded her of Poseidon.

Something told her that he doesn't like her presence as he hardly ever responded to what she says, only answering with a nod or a hum. And with his cold attitude, it only made sense he didn't think much of her or at all. The guilt of wasting his and her time ate her inside.

So to avoid making the situation worse, she distanced herself. Sure it hurts, but it's the thought that counts.

"Any reason for you to say that? In fact, why don't you mind your business, go run errands somewhere. I'm busy.", she waved off his suggestion and continued walking.

"Oh, but you have to. Poseidon ordered for your presence. And if word got out that you rejected the Poseidon himself, what would the Heavens make of you?"

Damn. He made a good point.

With no other choice, (Name) changed course and walked towards the beach. Not without cursing Hermes.

"So...you wanted my presence, Lord Poseidon?", (Name) asked. Before her was a dinner table and multiple decorations: seashells, corals, and lights. Donned in a fine suit with a small flower in the chest pocket, was the King of the Seas with his signature cold gaze. In his hands held a bouquet.

"I would like to take you to dinner.", he answered as she still tried to process the situation. This was all too much! The dinner table, decorations, and the flowers?

It would have been anyone's dream to experience was the scene right in front of her eyes, but not her. She avoided Poseidon like the plague only for him to ask for her and present her with dinner? Romantic as it is, it seemed suspicious...

"But, why? You clearly don't like my presence, so why the sudden change, AND why did you feel the need to plan a romantic dinner?!"

His eyes glanced at a rock that hid both Hades and Zeus, the duo gave him a thumbs up. He glared at them before turning his attention back to (Name). "I wanted to make you feel special, and...to apologize for my behaviour towards you."

If there was one thing the King of the Seas was not good at doing was apologies, however it was always genuine whenever he was backed into a corner to apologize.

"Apologize?"

"Yes."

Internally, (Name) clutched her pearls. Poseidon the King of the Seas, most feared Olympian, apologizing?! "It must be a dream", she thought.

Poseidon took a deep breath, silently cursing his brothers, " (Name), for the past weeks that I was away from your presence, I had the opportunity to contemplate my actions towards you."

"Every time you make some pathetic excuse to avoid me, it...breaks my heart to see you go. Your presence makes living more tolerable, since I'm surrounded by a circus.", Zeus gasped is shock at his comment, had it not been for Hades stopping him, he would have ruined the moment.

"You are more enchanting than the stars themselves, your voice eases my heart, and even if I were to give you a thousand compliments today and ten thousand tomorrow, it would still not be enough to describe how I truly feel about you."

Despite the cold look on his face, his cheeks and ears were dusted with pink. His eyes held a hidden warmth only meant for her. He walked towards (Name), holding the bouquet of forget-me-nots to her. It looked like he wanted to propose to her.

"But why, do this all for me, why do you want me?", (Name) asked, tears about to spill from her eyes. Poseidon sighed, "Because I love you."

Zeus and Hades popped their heads from behind the rock, eyes wide open. To hear their Poseidon actually say he loves someone was a miracle of itself.

Time had stood still for a moment between (Name) and Poseidon. Without realizing, tears had already started streaming down her face. Closing the distance from the two, Poseidon wiped her tears away with his thumbs. (Name) pressed her forehead against his, her eyes looking into his own.

"I appreciate the view, allowing me to see your eyes closely once more.", he whispered causing a smile to form on her face. She wrapped her arms around his waist, before giving him a kiss on the lips. As she pulled away, she rested her hands on his cheeks.

"Come back to my palace, there's a new collection of pearls and other accessories that I believe would suit you."

"I would love to, my dearest."

The two entered the ocean together, Poseidon in the arms of (Name), and (Name) telling him of her latest adventures. Once the two were gone, Zeus and Hades left their hiding spot.

"Well that turned out better than I anticipated.", the King of the Heavens smiled. "But what to do about the dinner setup?", Hades questioned.

The two stopped and thought about, "I'll just use it as an apology to Hera, after we had our argument the other day.", Zeus said.

"You are really shameless."

Happy new years!!

Sorry if Poseidon is ooc, but we deserve a soft Poseidon at least once in a while...