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sunnie-angel · 3 months ago

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A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

Part 5: Homecoming

fem!jason todd x fem!reader summary: jay's finally home and she's got some promises to keep tags: somnophilia, oral sex, fingering, biting, strapping, resolved sexual tension rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 2.5k a/n: so this is the last of my pre-written chapters. i'm putting this series on temporary hiatus, but there is an outline for the second half i just have to actually sit down and finish writing it.

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The sound of the key in the front door has you tripping in your haste to get off the couch. You come careening around the corner just in time to watch Jay drop her duffle bag on the welcome mat with a thud before you’re on her. She catches you one handed, arm a crushing bar around your lower back. Jay honest to god dips you, spins you around until you’re on your toes and dips you into a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. Her hair is a wild mess where it drapes around your face. Breathless she spins you upright, pulls back and rests her forehead against yours.

“Miss me?” she teases and it’s all you can do not to burst into tears now that she’s finally home. “Hey, hey, none of that now,” she murmurs pulling you close. “Thought my baby girl’d be happy I’m back.”

“I am! I am, just missed you s’all,” you reassure her, hands tangling in the fabric of her t-shirt. Tentatively you rise back up on your tiptoes to kiss her when the most awful growling noise erupts from her tummy. You giggle until your sides hurt, her face going from embarrassed to sheepish in the span of seconds.

“Was in a rush to get home,” she says, colour dusting her cheeks.

“Go shower Miss Saved the World,” you tell her, then press a quick kiss to her lips. “Got some leftover rice from dinner, pretty sure I can whip you up something quick.”

“Sorry,” Jay says, dropping a grateful kiss to your forehead before dragging her bag with her to the washing up area.

It’s easy to simmer the eggs and chicken together, the sounds of the pipes running hot water coming from the bathroom. With a start you realize you’re humming, mirin and soy sauce getting added to the beat of the song. Warmth bubbles up in your throat as you hear the water turn off, the sounds of Jay puttering around finally filling the apartment again. A waft of steam escapes from the bathroom door just as you turn off the heat on your pan. The barstool’s legs scrape the linoleum as it gets pulled back in tandem with you carefully pouring out the mixture on top of the rice. Proud of your efforts, you place the bowl on the counter in front of her with a flourish. She catches your hand and presses a soft kiss to your warm palm, her gaze a mixture of grateful and tender.

“Wait! Wait!” you interrupt her before she can dig in. You turn around and start rooting through the freezer. “Knew I forgot something– aha!” Triumphant you pull out a baggie of frozen chopped green onion and sprinkle it across her bowl. “Okay now you can eat.”

With a fond huff she tucks in, eyes dropping closed at the first bite. A final weight lifts off of your chest as she suddenly goes ravenous, attacking her makeshift dinner with the feral attitude of someone that hasn’t eaten well in a while. Jay lets you hold her hand as she eats, bears your careful inspection of her knuckles with their fading bruises without a word but tightens her hold on your fingers whenever you try to let go. Sighing heavily, she leans back full and sated.

“You treat me too well,” she says, stomach warm and full.

“Nah, just the way you deserve,” you reply honestly. Still keeping hold of her hand, you hug her from behind, burying your face in her damp hair. It didn’t smell right when you stole some of her shampoo while she was gone, something essentially Jay missing from it. It smells like her now and you breath it in.

“Said a lot of things about how I was gonna treat you,” she murmurs, lax in your arms and eyes still closed.

“Later,” you tell her. “Right now you’re more likely to fall asleep face first in my pussy and I don’t need that blow to my ego.” You card your fingers through her hair and feel her shake with laughter.

“Probably,” she admits.

“Go sleep it off and just let me enjoy having you home for a bit. Go!” you urge her and finally she listens. Plants a kiss to your cheek before stumbling off to the darkened bedroom. It doesn’t take long to clean up, mostly putting things to soak in the sink for you to deal with in the morning. By the time you make it to the bedroom, Jay’s already fast asleep. With a smile, your curl up behind, arm looping around her waist to keep her close. You’re not letting her out of your sight anytime soon.

The dream is warm. A kaleidoscope of memory folding together. Jay holding you close, Jay kissing down your chest, Jay looking up at you from between your thighs like some dangerous creature just breaking the surface of the water. She kisses your inner thighs like she did on that rainy day two months ago. Pets and blows on your mound the same way she did last spring. Parts your folds with eager fingers to nibble at your clit like she did right before the first time she fucked you. You breath out a heavy sigh, plaintive as she starts to build up a rhythm. Dreams of Jay are always welcome – frequent now that she’s not here to help you relive those memories – even if you always wake with a cry and the feeling of clenching down around nothing.

This time, the dream feels even more real than usual. You can practically feel the heat of her breath on your cunt, the blunt shape of her nails as the drag along your skin. You grind your hips down, dig your heels into the mattress and toss your head side to side as you chase your pleasure, desperate to come before the dream ends and you’re left with your empty bed.

Something solid prods at your hole and you wake with a gasp, sleepy confusion making you slow and stupid as Jay curls a finger inside of you. She suckles on your clit and your back arches as the sensation lights you up.

“J-jay?” you call out, hands blindly searching for the back of her head between your legs. “You’re really home?” It comes out more vulnerable than you’d expected, voice hitching into a high pitched whine as she curls a second finger into you.

“Never leaving home again if my baby girl can’t tell the difference between me’n a dream,” she growls into your thigh before biting down, teeth sharp as she litters the skin with blooming marks. Thumb steady on your clit she keeps finger fucking you, slick dripping down her wrist. She finds the gummy part of your cunt she’s been hunting for, hooks her fingers in and pulls just as she latches onto your clit again. You come on her face with a squeal, head falling back as the electricity rips through you. She pats your thigh patronizingly.

“There she is, there’s my good girl.” She kisses her way up your trembling body, the burning warmth of her skin telling you she lost her pyjama shirt a long time ago. “Came for me so quickly, your cunt knows exactly who she belongs to, doesn’t she,” she coos at you, a hand reaching out to tweak at your breast. Reflexively your body arches up into her and she grins. “But I made a promise, didn’t I? Said I was gonna make you scream.” Jay rolls her hips against you and you can feel the hard, cool tip of her strap notch at your entrance. “Scream for me, okay baby girl?”

The strap slides home in one long thrust that has your body pulled tight, head dropped back and slack jawed as she pries open your still sensitive cunt. Jay mouths at your throat, sucks a necklace of pretty marks as she slowly draws back and then slams back in. You keen as the textured length of the cock scrapes your insides, fat girth bigger than anything you’d let yourself take in her absence. All the tiredness has drained out of you, replace by something simmering in your blood. You can hear the wet sloppy sounds your cunt makes as she thrusts into you again, her hips hitting yours. She hooks a hand under your knee and readjusts the position of your hips before drilling back down into you.

You gurgle as she hits something you think might be your cervix, deeper than she’s ever been before. She’s carving a place for herself inside of your cunt, walls stretched thin around her. Your whole body jolts up the bed with every thrust and it’s all you can do hang on.

“Jay, Jay need it. Need more, please,” you beg her, her strap fucking you just right.

You claw at her back when her calloused fingers find your clit again, moaning loud and wanton as she picks up the pace. Pleasure bloating in your gut as sparks start to collect under her fingers, your cunt clenching. She leans down to kiss you and you can taste yourself raw on her tongue, still dripping with the leftovers of your first orgasm. Jay pinches your clit and you come with a scream, whole body spasming under her as she fucks you through it. Your vision goes blurry and your thighs twitch around her hips but she keeps going.

“Don’t I always keep my promises?” she purrs, voice thick. “Keep you well fucked in my bed, my sweet girl?” Jay slows the roll of her hips to slow, filthy grinds. Threads both hands through yours and pins you to the bed with her full body, the vulnerability of the position making you gasp high in your throat. Knuzzles into your cheek with the tip of her nose. “Knew you’d wait for me.”

“Didn’t like you gone,” you whimper. “Missed you too much.”

“Missed you too,” she says, rests her forehead against yours. Lingers just out of reach to kiss you, shares your air, your greedy gasps. “Missed my little love.” Finally she givens and kisses you. “Couldn’t sleep without you.” She grinds her strap into you. “Couldn’t think without wonderin’ about you, ‘bout that picture.” Jay kisses the corner of your mouth as you pant at her hips undulating. “Wanted you chatterin’ in my ear ‘stead of the others. Fillin’ up the room with laugher.” You squeeze her hands, her damp hair tickling the sides of your face.

“Don’t leave again,” you beg her.

“Love you too much to let you outta my sight,” she reassures you.

“You– you love me?” you repeat back in wonder, heat rising in your cheeks. She stops moving and you mewl at the loss.

“I– what? I’m literally balls deep in you at 4 in the morning and you want to know if I love you?” She asks. You try to hide your face in the pillows but she won’t have any of it.

“You’ve never said it before,” you tell her shyly.

“Yes, baby girl, I love you. I’ve loved you since the minute I walked into that bar and saw you sittin’ there all doe eyed. Happy?” she says exasperatedly, punctating her last word with a filthy grind that has your clit throbbing. You grin and bury your face in her shoulder. Her words put to rest an annoying little part of your mind that hadn’t been able to put the what if aside since the moment she left.

“Love you Jay,” you mumble into her skin.

“What’s that?” She says, pretending not to hear you. “Gonna need you to speak up a bit.”

“Love you love youloveyouloveyou,” you slur as she fucks you until you’re keening, words warm and true. Her brows scrunch up the way they do when she’s close, mouth dropping open as she works the both of you closer to the edge. Your third orgasm rolls over you, takes you by surprise and washes you clean as you tremble and shake under the weight of Jay’s solid body. She kisses you, soft nips that have you chasing after the comfort of her mouth.

“Such a good girl for me, my little love,” Jay coos into your hair.

The alarm doesn’t wake you up in the morning. It’s the kettle, the one Jay insists makes the best tea because it boils the water right on the stovetop, the one she always forgets is loud enough to reach the bedroom if the door isn’t shut fully, that wakes you with it’s rattling whistle. There’s a book face down on the pillow besides you, the cracked spine softly touched by sunlight. With a sigh you roll back over and close your eyes, still hopeful the last of your tiredness is still enough to pull you back under for a few more minutes before your alarm goes off and you have to drag yourself out of bed and off to work. Wait.

With a shriek you try and rush out of bed, uncoordinated, sore limbs only tangling you up in the blankets and almost causing you to faceplant onto the carpet. Your elbow stings with the slight friction of the rugburn buts its going to be nothing compared to showing up to work 4 hours late if the wall clock is right. Whatever dignified noise you made must have been louder than the teakettle because suddenly Jay’s there to help you up.

“Hey, hey what’s all this then? Miss me that much?” she jokes and you scowl. You can’t afford to get your asshole of a manager any more on your case than he already is.

“I was supposed to be at work 4 hours ago,” you seethe, still not quite angry enough to pull back from her touch after so long. “Did you turn off my alarm?!”

“Yup,” she says unapologetically. Before you can storm off to the bathroom, she wraps you up in her arms even as you hiss and scowl. “Aaaand I also called in and said you were taking the day off because your fiance was back from deployment.”

“I— bu- what?” you sputter. Jay just presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Real piece of work that manager, said if it was for one of our brave boys then you could take tomorrow off too,” she hums.

“You told my dick of a boss with his Top Gun hard on that my fiance – who does not exist – is back from a deployment – that didn’t happen – and he just gave me two days off without any notice,” you spell out slowly, still trying to figure out at what point you had slipped into a different universe.

“Well there might have been a little—” she pitches up into a tearful voice “—we didn’t know if Richard was going to make it, but he’s alive and asking for her.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you tell her, rolling your eyes affectionately at her.

“Yeah, ridiculously in love with you,” she says semi-seriously. She plants a kiss to the top of your head. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you tell her and savour the warmth of finally having her home.

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prettypinkporkchop · 6 months ago

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Can you do Embry X reader where reader and the other imprints go out for a girls night but forget to tell the shifters about it so they start freaking out and calling/searching for them and everything but then the girls get back to Emily's drunk at five in the morning. You can choose how the boys react when they get back

Embrys POV:

I open our bedroom door, panicking. "Babe?!" I call out again. I can't smell or hear her. She's not here.

Sam comes up behind me and sighs, "she's not here, is she?" He's talking about Emily. But now, I don't know where my love is. "Y/n's not here either. Shit." I leave the room with Sam following behind me. Jared is standing at the door with his phone up to his ear. "Guys, Kim isn't answering me." I turn to Sam, who has a face that I have never seen on him. He's Alpha and always confident and strong. This is new to me.

"She has to be with Emily and Y/n." He pushes past us and starts jogging to the woods. Paul comes out from the bushes tweaking out. "Rachel.." Sam grabs his shoulder, and we all follow him to the woods.

Your POV:

No phones. Just you girls. No vampires. No fighting. Just you girls.

You relax in the chair at the bar. You sigh in content as the buzz hits you. Out of habit, you reach into your purse, searching for your phone. "Oh, yeah." You giggle, rememberingyou girls put them in Emily's kitchen. "Thank you, Emily, for planning this." Kim giggles, her straw making that loud sound as she sucks down the few drops out of her margarita. Emily finishes her beer and places the empty can on the table.

"Cigarette break?" You ask the girls. Rachel stands up quick. "Me." You get up as well and walk outside the glass doors. It is dark outside, and the only light is from the blue/green streetlight and the LED's from the bar. Behind the building is the highway of Forks. The cars are a bit loud. Pedestrians walk all around buildings. You are in awe of this feeling.

Rachel slides down the brick wall onto her bottom. You sit next to her and pull out your cigarettes. "Have you heard from Jake since he got back from his honeymoon?" You light yours up and then hand her the lighter. She takes a second to respond. "Nope! But that's okay. He's always been a damn simp. Of course, he'd shut everyone out, but Renesmee." She giggles. You laugh and puff on your cigarette.

Embry's pov:

The wind is howling through my ears as I quicken my speed. I'm terrified. I am going to go FERAL.

'It's okay. We will find them.' I hear Quil say to us. 'Shut up, Quil. Faster!' Sam urges.

Our eyes scan all around the trees that surround us. There's no sign! 'What if they got kidnapped?' Jared's stupid ass. I get angry and turn around on him, nipping at his ugly ass wolf leg. Paul pushes me off. 'FOCUS!'

Your POV:

"UGH! This is so fun!" Kim gushes. "We should probably head out. It's four in the morning." Emily giggles. Shit! "Yeah, yeah, we should." You slur. The drunkeness has got you.

Emily calls an Uber, and you guys get in.

Embry's pov:

We all sit together in the woods, trying to come up with a plan.

"I mean, do you think it has to do with vampires?" Jared asks. "Not sure. It's a high chance." Sam responds. I keep my eyes on my feet. A million of my thoughts are trampling me.

Your pov:

4:30.

You two stumble out of the Uber and into Emily's house. You girls take your phone off of the kitchen counter and turn them on. "I can't wait to tell Sam about all the fun we had!" Emily slurs and laughs. She falls into you. You laugh and hold her steady. "I'm agreed." You respond. Kim looks at you funny, "bitch, you mean 'I agree'?" Everyone bursts into heavy and loud laughter.

"What. The. Fuck." You all stop and turn to see angry Embry, Paul, Jared, and Quil. "Hey!" Emily waves. "Why so mad?" Kim walks up to Jared and pulls him into a hug.

You walk up to Embry. He grabs your arm and pulls you outside. "Hey! What's going on?" You ask. "Where the hell were you?" He growls. You've never seen him so mad at you. You were super confused. "Babe, it was girls' night. Emily planned it. Remember?" You softly hold his face and look into his eyes with softness to calm him down. "Nobody said a word. We were all looking for you girls. All night!" He pulls your hands off of his face. "But I thought..." He walks back inside, not letting you finish your sentence. You follow him and see Emily crying and Sam holding her. Paul is holding onto Rachel. Kim is crying into Jared. "I'm so sorry! I forgot to tell you guys! It's all my fault." Emily drunkenly cries.

Lunch time:

You woke up late due to being up all freaking night. You make Embry's lunch. You feel so guilty about what happened. He was distant in bed, just stayed on his side and went to sleep.

You set the plate down on the table, and his loud footsteps come up behind you. You turn to see the love of your life. He's shirtless, his hair is a bit messy, and he's Yawning. "Good morning, baby." You wrap your arms around his neck.

His warm arms wrap around you. His face nuzzles into your neck. "I'm so sorry." You whisper. He strokes your hair and shushes you. "It's okay. Just don't do that again, please." He says. You pull away from him and pull his neck down. You kiss him softly. He kisses back and puts his hands on your waist. "Can I make it up to you?" You mumble sensually. Your hand makes its way to the waistband of his underwear. He chuckles and then presses his body against yours. "Only if you want to." He responds.

Yup.

#twilight #embry call #jacob black #jared cameron #paul lahote #sam uley #seth clearwater #twilight wolfpack #leah clearwater #quil ateara #embry call x reader

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danikamariewrites · 2 years ago

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what do you think about batboys/ feysand/ nessian with a mate that used to get bullied before they met, And one day they’re at ritas and she sees her old bullies and she freezes up. They notice and reader explains and they beat the bullies up, UGHH THE ANGSTT AND COMFORT👀🤍

Ex’s Are Assholes

Poly!batboys x reader

A/n: I went with the boys on this one bc they’d go feral if you ran into your old bully (I didn’t proof read this so sorry in advance for typos I didn’t have the energy)

Warnings: over protective bat boys and slight violence

For date night the boys decided to take you drinking and dancing at Rita’s. It wasn’t with the rest of the group, just you and your mates. And they promised you ice cream later so you were happy to go to Rita’s for date night.

You were just happy to have their undivided attention. Currently you were dancing with Rhys. He spun you, pulled you back into him so he could sway with you to the music.

Cassian and Azriel made their way back to you holding drinks for all of you. Cassian handed Rhys his wine and you your cocktail. As you danced around with them more Cass accidentally bumped your arm causing you to spill your drink.

“Oh, honey! I am so sorry. Let me get you another one.” He said in that sweet apologetic tone. You smiled at him kissing his cheeks. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gunna go get another.” You sauntered off to the bar shooting them a wink over your shoulder.

Approaching the bar you spot Marcy, your favorite bartender ever! “Hi y/n! Usual cocktail?” You gave her a big smile. “Yes please. Cass made me spill.” March smiled and shook her head as she made you another drink. “I’m out of your choice of vodka. I’m gunna go grab another bottle.” She said, walking out from behind the bar toward the back room.

As you waited by the bar you felt someone nudge your arm. You moved over a smidge to give the stranger room but you couldn’t shake the familiarity of their presence. Glancing next to you, you stop breathing. Your ex-boyfriend is staring down at you, wearing a smirk that made you squirm.

“Hi y/n.” He drawls clearly drunk. He tries to tilt your head up by your chin but you jerk away. This male was the last person you wanted to see. He treated you like shit throughout your relationship. He was verbally abusive and tried to turn your friends against you. Gaslighting you was his fucking hobby and when you had enough he played the victim.

You firm,y pointed a finger at him, “Don’t ever. Fucking touch me again.” Your voice shook a little, your eyes going wide as tears welled in them. You hated that he had this affect on you. “Come on sweetheart. You know you want me back.”

You were at a loss for words. The only thing on your mind was getting back to the safety of your boys and getting the fuck out of here. You turned on your heel and sped walked through the bar until you saw the back of Cassian’s wings.

You rant the last few steps, grabbing Azriel’s arm to try and stop your hands from shaking. You looked back at the bar and saw your ex walking toward you. “I want to go home. We have to go now.” Azriel put his drink down on the high top table they were standing at, gently holding your arms.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Your whole body was shaking at this point. Cassian and Rhys followed your gaze and saw the male drunkenly stumbling towards you. “Was he bothering you?” Rhys’ voice tense and dark. You nod. “He’s my ex.”

You let your tears flow down your cheeks and that sent Cassian over the edge. He stretched out his neck and cracked his knuckles. Az steered you into Rhys’ arms copying Cassian’s movements. Your ex finally made it to the table and clearly couldn’t read their mood.

He tried to walk toward you but Cassian caught his shoulder in a bone crushing grip. “She doesn’t want to speak to you. I suggest you leave.” He growled out. “Or things won’t work out so well for you.” Az added, his voice deadly.

Your ex tried to push Cassian and that’s all they needed. Azriel’s shadows restrained him and he struggled against the dark chains. “Take her home.” Cassian commanded to Rhys. “We’ll be there in a bit.” The two Illyrians led the male outside. The last thing you saw was the door slamming shut before darkness surrounded you and Rhys.

When light appeared again you were back in the living room of the Town House. You collapsed on the couch and began to sob. Rhys held you against him rubbing soothing circles on your back. “It’s ok. You’re safe now, it’s just us. No one’s going to hurt you y/n.”

Pulling yourself together you sat up and wiped at your eyes. Rhys scooted down the couch an inch to give you some space as you took deep breaths. “I hate that he got this reaction out of me.” You gave him a sad look which he returned. “I know darling. Sometimes we hold on to things without even knowing it. And it’s ok to cry about it, there’s nothing wrong with letting those emotions out.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, slipping your arms around his neck as he pulled you into his lap.

A few moments later Cassian and Azriel came in the front door. Their knuckles bloody and panting. You rose form the couch motioning for the, to follow you. You led them to the upstairs bathroom and pointed at the edge of the massive tub, “Sit.”

They followed your orders and waited with their hands resting on their knees. Rhys came to stand next to you handing you two cloths. You wet both of them and started wiping their hands. “You don’t have to do this y/n.” Azriel said, his voice softer than it was when you left him at Rita’s. You just shook your head and continued cleaning his scarred hands until most of the blood was gone.

You threw the cloth in the laundry bin, picking up the other to clean Cassian’s hands. When you were done you kissed them both on their foreheads, pulling them up and leading them to bed.

That night they squished you extra tight between them. Making you feel safe and secure.

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vintageneptune92 · 9 days ago

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Burn the Shadow- 8

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Fin looked up when he heard the pounding of heels on the squadroom floor. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Gia storming in. "Fucking Amaro" he cursed under his breath. He was so impulsive sometimes. Gia didn't need to be here for when this scum bag was dragged in. She had been through enough. He wished Amanda hadn't had to leave. She could have coaxed her and calmed her down; Fin knew he wasn't the person for that. Gia looked around to see if he had arrived. A few moments later, Barba rushed in.

"What are you doing? You can not be here, please Gianna! At least not like this." He gestured around. Fin could hear the pleading in his voice but he knew it was pointless. "I am begging you to go home." She spun, staring him down. Fin didn't ever want to be on the end of that stare down, she was tiny, but terrifying. The rage behind her eyes was unmatched. He could have sworn she spitefully asked him which one and he looked a little wounded. Fin was fighting the urge between wanting to know what was going on between the two of them, and wanting to mind his own business. He wasn't dumb. Everyone saw it. The two of them either were fighting it or the most oblivious morons on the planet. He had never seen Barba that disheveled. Gia, however, looked like a force of nature. It was the heels and that black leather jacket, at least she didn't bring her gun. Cragen came out of his office when he heard the commotion.

"Absolutely not. Barba, did you really think this was a good idea?!" Barba put his hands up in defense.

"I am not the one who told her. I've been trying to get her to not do this. She hopped in an Uber without me." Fin looked between the two of them. They had been together.

"Detective, you cannot be here. You cannot question him. You are a victim. You have to ID him. If you are standing here when he gets pulled in, it taints the ID."

"For what?!" Gia threw her arms up in incredulity. "We have him on camera. I don't need to do a line up. He killed my best friend. He tried to kill me. We have his DNA. I'm not leaving."

Cragen pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, probably wishing he had put in for retirement. Barba grabbed her by the shoulders and she jerked away slightly, which caused another wounded look on his face. Fin knew when Gia got fired up there was no talking to her. She wasn't as bad as Nick and her rage was absolutely justified. She was furious and it was directed right at Barba, but he wasn't backing down.

"The ID just strengthens the case. Tightens it up. Gia, you know this. Look, I get it, we all get it. You CANNOT be in the middle of this squadroom when he gets here." As Fin got a better look at her, she had a feral look in her eyes. It made Fin stand up and walk over to her.

"Gee, c'mon. You know you have to do the ID." Her eyes softened, slightly, when Fin approached her. "I get it. You want a piece of him. Hell, I want a piece of him. The only way to do that is to put him behind bars."

"Then we do it when he gets here. I am listening to the interrogation." Cragen let out the breath he had been holding.

"Fine. But that's it. You try to step one foot in that room and I will put you in a holding cell." She gave him a curt nod.

"Fin, bring her into the interview room, blinds shut, door closed. She can't see him walk in. Cuff her to the chair if you need to. Barba you may want to, uh, button it up." His tie was hanging around his neck, his hair was a little disheveled and his jacket was thrown over his arm. His appearance made sense if Gia gave him the slip. It made him love her just a little bit more.

"C'mon Gee, let's go. We need to catch up anyway." She turned back to Barba with a look of desperation, most of her anger at him deflated. Fin was pretty sure she wasn't mad at him, she just needed to rage. If Amaro had just waited until they had him for the lineup this would have been a lot easier.

"Go with Fin. I'll see you when you ID this son of a bitch." She swallowed and nodded and followed Fin into the room. He shut the door and closed the blinds.

"So who called you?"

"Who do you think?" There was a bite to her voice.

"Amaro...of course. Barba is smarter than that."

"Nick is loyal."

"And stupid. Cragen is going to kill him. You really gave Barba the slip?" Fin laughed. "Ruffled his feathers. You're good for him." Gia was standing rigidly with her back to Fin. He could tell her arms were crossed. She held an hand up to signal him to stop.

"Don't."

"C'mon Gee. I'm not good with all of this emotional stuff. I'm just trying to distract you. We all know he's the only one you've been talking to until recently. I'm just teasing you. But it's fun to see him so bent out of shape. Sit down, talk to me. Take a breath.She went over and sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry. It's just been hard."

"You don't have to tell me that. You don't have to say sorry. You've been through hell. And I know you had something else going on that I won't ask about, but you can tell me about that too anytime you want. I've been worried but didn't want to impose. We just all know you've been at least talking to Barba. He updated Nick. Nick updated us... we were just happy you were talking to one of us because the radio silence wasn't easy on anyone" Gia immediately felt a pang of regret.

"Rafael...he...Fin he just gets how my mind works. Which makes it easier, you know? It's kind of a mess right now." She rubbed her temples, trying to ward off her impending headache.

"Yeah I get it. You guys have this weird nerdy connection. It's okay to lean on a friend." Fin was pretty sure they were more than just friends, or at least on the way to that. He saw how Barba looked at her and he saw the look on her face when he was in the courtroom. Barba was in trouble because Gia was a handful. She put her face in her hands. She let out a groan of frustration.

"I was finally feeling better, ya know? I felt like myself again. Is it bad that I wish I had a few more days of that?"

"No it's not bad. But think of it this way, think about how much better you'll feel when he's put away. You're almost on the other side. It's just a little more. You've gotten through the worst of it."

"Have I?" Before Fin could answer, Barba opened the door, looking much more put together.

"Gia, we're ready." She stood up and walked towards him. He put his hand on the small of her back to lead her out of the room.

"Get 'em Gee." She turned back and gave him a small smile and then walked out the door.

Rafael was silent as he led her and she suddenly stopped.

"Don't be mad." She said quietly.

"I'm not...mad."

"You are."

"C'mon..." he didn't want to get into it now. He hated to admit he admired her boldness of just storming into the precinct. Her sharp comments and indifference stung a little. He understood, she had so much grief and rage pumping through her veins, she didn't mean to be that way. She was so deeply under his skin, he didn't know how to handle it. She had such a hold over him.

When they approached the window, Nick wasn't there. It was Liv and Cragen.

"He didn't invoke?" She was shocked not to see a lawyer there.

"No." Was all that Liv said. Gia wanted more. She wanted every single detail of the arrest, how they caught him, what he said. "You ready?" Gia nodded. Her stomach was doing flips. She hadn't thought about what it would be like seeing him again. She couldn't speak, all she could do was nod.

As she approached the window, he was there, right in the middle. Her hand floated to her throat. Rafael closed his eyes for a moment before he spoke.

"Detective, do you see the man that attacked you in your apartment?"

"Yes, number 3." She flinched each time Liv knocked on the glass.

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Rafael stood next to Gia outside of the interrogation room. Cragen was going to let Nick and Liv do the interrogation. Gia was happy Nick wasn't in real trouble. Rafael and Gia were waiting for the three of them. Cragen would be joining them to watch. He put his hand on her lower back, instead of jerking away from him, she leaned into him just slightly.

"I'm not mad, I was just frustrated. I...I could have made this easier for you. You got yourself so worked up." It was like there was a different person standing next to him than the one he was dancing with not that long ago.

"I wasn't thinking clearly. I just...I had to be here for this. I know I can't interrogate him. But I have to hear this. I need to listen to what he has to say, how he says it. Maybe I'll get some damn closure."

"I know and I know the closure you're looking for isn't just with Alison. Gianna I know that. I just wish you just trusted me more to help you get it." She turned and gaped at him.

"Raf, I trust you more than anyone. I..." She didn't know what else to say. The disbelief rang in her voice. He turned towards her and they locked eyes for a moment. Before he could say anything Liv walked up to them.

"Gia-" she turned to her and Liv pulled her into a fierce hug. It took Gia a moment to hug ber back. When Liv pulled back she put her hand on Gia's cheek. "I told you I would get him." Gia nodded while her eyes watered, but she refused to cry right now. "You okay?" Liv saw the fear that she was trying to hide. Gia nodded.

"How much trouble is Nick in?"

"He's not. I told Cragen I told him to call you. That we just weren't thinking."

"You're a good partner." Liv held her by her shoulders.

"It wasn't a lie. I'd want to be here too. I'm getting a confession out of him, I can guarantee you that." This was the Olivia Benson that you didn't dare screw with. Nick and Cragen soon followed. Nick squeezed Gia's shoulder and nodded his head to Liv towards the door. She and Nick walked in and sat down.

"You two the A-Team then?" He said with a scoff. Gia stared at him. Reddish brown hair, brown eyes. He rolled his wide set jaw. It looked like his nose had been broken before. Other than that, there wasn't anything remarkable about him.

"Detective, do you recognize him at all from anything else?" Cragen asked, he was watching her closely.

"No." Her voice was quiet. "Other than the day at my apartment, I can't place him." Nick looked tense. Gia knew him. The way his jaw was set, the way he was clutching his fist. Nick wanted to tear him apart, but he was restraining himself so he didn't get pulled out. It was important to both him and Liv to see this up for her.

"You think you deserve the A-Team...uh...Brady Simpson?" Nick asked looking at his file. "Why is that? What makes you so special?"

"I just assumed since I almost choked out your bestie. I know how much she likes it." Rafael watched Gia closely. It would be easy to find out that she and Nick were close, all he would have had to do was watch her for a few weeks. But the choking comment? That was personal, too personal. She placed her hand on her throat again as she looked down. He knew what she was doing, she was searching her brain to see if she could place him. Cragen was still watching her carefully.

"Well, you just admitted to attacking an NYPD Detective. So thanks for that ." Nick shot back, his jaw set. "And that also means you're on the hook for four rapes and four murders."

Brady held up his finger. "You got me for one. You can't place me at any other ones"

"Well Brady, you raped and killed all of the women the same way. You think a Jury can't put that together? What you did to Alison is what you did to the three other women." Liv laid out four pictures infront of them." "You brutalized these women. But Brady, all we need is the one you just admitted to killing to put you away for life without parole." Olivia said.

"It won't be good enough for her. She'll want justice just like her bitch mother." Gia swallowed but didn't look up. Rafael felt his stomach drop. Gia was right, this was personal. He had hoped that comment about the choking had been a coincidence, but Gia was right, there were no coincidences here. He put his hand on her shoulder, but she didn't pick her head up. She continued looking down, fidgeting with her hands.

"Where is Gigi? Let me guess, on the other side of the glass?" Her head shot up. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Are you sure you don't know him?" Cragen asked, looking confused.

"I don't, but he clearly knows me or someone that knows me really well." Rafael thought back to her counting the few people she allowed to call her Gigi. Her finger lingering on his chest.

"Enough about Gianna. Why? Why these women?" Liv demanded pointing to the pictures.

"I don't want to talk about them, I want to talk about Gigi."

"It's Detective Monroe." Nick slammed his hand on the table. "You wanna talk about her? Let's talk about how she dug the skin out of your arm so that if she died we could still find you. Or how she fought back against you and even when you were trying to squeeze the life out of her, she bashed you in your head with a heel, which gave us more blood. Or what about how she had that camera pointing to her door and caught you?"

"Yeah she got me, she's scrappy. But man did I love squeezing that pretty little neck. I marked her, I know I did. Tell me, how long did the bruises last?" Gia pressed her hand back on her throat. Who the hell was he? She closed her eyes.

"And I want to know about Sarah Guzman, Emma Hadley, Alison Bennett and Jessica Reigns." Liv pointed to the pictures. "Why them?

"I'm done talking to you two. Bring in Gigi or get me a lawyer."

"You know full well that she cannot interrogate you. That the confession would be thrown out."

"You bring her in here and I will plead guilty, no deal necessary. I'll even represent myself so no other lawyers have to be involved. Here give me the paper, I'll write out my confession right now." Nick and Liv looked surprised. They all stood there watching them write out the details of his crime. He confessed only to Alison's rape and murder as well as the attempted murder on Gia. Liv read over every detail, she looked over to the glass and nodded.

"No." Rafael said. "We have enough to put him away. There is not a single attorney that can get him out this. We do not need that confession."

"I don't care. He knows me. I need to know how." She turned to him with a desperate look. "I can't just walk away from this. He won't tell them."

"As much as I don't want you in that room, it's up to you. He's already confessed to your attack and Alison. It can't hurt our case against him now. All of this has been recorded so he can't lie about it." Cragen sighed. He didn't know if this was a great idea, but he couldn't let her not try to get some answers.

"I'm going in there." Cragen knocked on the window.

"There's our girl!" Brady was gleeful. Liv and Amaro stood and walked out of the room. When they shut the door, Nick looked at her.

"No, absolutely not. You're not going in there. He is psychotic. Gia, he is playing you. He tried to kill you. You want to sit across from him?!

"Can you two stop infantalizing me? I'm a cop, in case you forgot. I can handle myself when I'm not getting speared across my apartment." She looked between Nick and Barba.

"Gianna he is NOT worth it." Nick threw his arms up.

"It's her choice Nick." Cragen gave the final word and Nick was exasperated.

"You two can stay out here." She pointed to both Amaro and Barba. "Liv?"

"After you." Liv opened the door. She knew there was no talking her out of it. At least she wanted someone in with her. When Liv looked back, Rafael had his head in one hand and the other on his hip.

Gia felt her stomach bottom out and that familiar vice grip on her chest; but she wasn't going to let him see her falter. He had answers that she needed. She was just going to have to steel herself and take it.

"I was expecting you to come in with your fancy, what is it you call him "abogado." She rolled her eyes and sat down across from him.

"Congratulations, you've been following me. He's my friend. He has nothing to do with this."

"I think we both know it's a little more than that." He scoffed. "I've seen you with him. Walking arm in arm. You left Grayson, your favorite brother, to hide away with him. Have you let him touch you? Peel the clothes off your body?" He was taunting her.

"Alright, enough!" Liv finally snapped. "You asked for her to give us information. If you're not going to talk, I'm taking her out of here."

"So. Many. Protectors. Grayson, your two Cubans...who is she? A replacement for your cold and unfeeling Mommy?" Gia put her hand up before Liv Could say anything.

"Are you him?"

"Ummmm....him who?" He looked at her with cold eyes. She studied him, unable to place him anywhere in her mind.

"The one that killed Elizabeth." He sat back and stared her down. She had waited for this moment for her entire adult life. Now? She wasn't sure if she wanted it and she didn't know what to do with that.

"C'mon Gigi, think like a detective. When you dug my skin out of my arm, the DNA would have been a hit in that case. But maybe...maybe there were three of us and I was just smart enough to not leave DNA behind. Especially on a thirteen year old. Maybe I just knew your brother. There is one thing for certain, the monster that haunts you is still out there."

"Well, my brother left me twisting in the wind for years not telling me, after he died, I decided that I was okay not knowing. I accepted that fact. There are some things I can't control." She stood up. "So you...enjoy life in prison."

"I don't buy that for a second. You're a neurotic control freak, no way you let that go. It's why Gabe wouldn't tell you. Anyway, don't you want to know why I raped and killed all of those women?"

"It doesn't matter. That won't bring them back."

"It will keep you up at night for the rest of your life. You always have to know the answer, like a little pit bull."

"And you're a little boy bitch that is still doing my brother's bidding. She clapped slowly. "Congratulations."

"Oh Gigi-"

"Don't call me that." She snapped

"That's right, it's for only the chosen few. I was surprised you allowed Gabe to call you that. Listen, the answer to all of this is in that freak brain of yours. You just haven't shaked the middle puzzle piece free. It might also bring up some other things for you to solve. That's what makes this so fun. It's a never ending game."

"Ok, I'm done. We're done. You are pathetic and not worth my time. You know nothing about me or my life. I barely told Gabe anything. Following me around? Let you know who is in my life, but you know nothing about it beyond surface level information. And Gabriel's death set me free." His eyes widened at her last sentence. She headed towards the door. When he realized she wasn't coming back, he yelled as Gia walked out.

"YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO BE FREE GIGI. YOU'RE ALWAYS GOING TO BE LOOKING OVER YOUR SHOULDER." She slammed the door behind her.

"Are you-" before Cragen could finish his question, Gia ran over to the closest garbage can, squatted down and emptied the minimal contents of her stomach. Rafael was at her side immediately, checking on her. Nick went to get her water. Her entire body was shaking. Rafael had an arm around her waist to keep her from hitting the floor. She had her head in both of her hands.

"Breath." He commanded with rhe palm of his free hand splayed in the middle of her upper back. It took her a moment but she took in a deep breath. "Let it out." She exhaled. "Again." He demanded, and she acquiesced. Over and over until her breathing was normal and her whole body wasn't trembling. As Amaro came back, he watched with curiosity, the way Barba knew exactly what she needed, he knew exactly how to reach her. Barba helped her stand upright. While her body wasn't shaking as much but her hands were trembling. "C'mon, come sit down." He led her to the interview room to a chair. Nick and Cragen came in and shut the door. They didn't want him to see her when he was being taken out. She drank almost the entire bottle of water Nick handed her. He handed her some gum.

"I'm sorry." Her throat was sore. The wine she had drank while cooking burned coming back up.

"Detective, what do you have to apologize for?" Cragen sat across from her.

"Mostly the vomit." She shuddered while Cragen let out a little chuckle.

"Detective Monroe, believe me, I have seen worse. I'm going to check on Liv, you're in good hands here." She met his eyes. Every once in a while he would say something that made her think it was a shame that he didn't have children. She knew he wouldn't ask her about Barba. He would never bring it up to her.

Rafael could still see the slight tremble in her hands. "We should get you out of here."

"No." She shook her head. "I need to look at that board again."

"Gia- you are the bravest person I know to do what you just did. It was so upsetting you threw up. Now you want to torture yourself more? You don't have to do that tonight. You don't have to do it at all. He admitted to all of it." She jumped ups

"Yes I do. You heard everything he said. He knew things that only people that actually know me would be able to say. You want me to just let that go?! I can't! Go do your job Counselor, let me do mine." There was so much fear and anger inside of her she didn't know what to do with it, so she shot it at him again. He visibly flinched just slightly, which made her feel terrible. He stood up silently and walked out. "Raf..." her voice trailed off as the door shut a little harder than it normally would have. She drank the rest of the water.

"You wanna talk?" Nick finally asked after they sat in silence for a while.

"I'm an asshole. He didn't deserve that."

"He knows you didn't mean anything by that." Nick tried to brush it off.

"Nick, you don't understand. It wasn't my brother that put me back together. It was Rafael. He- I don't know. I don't know how to explain it, but he saved me. He didn't pressure me into being okay like Gray does. He gave me the space I needed to not be okay and then start to bounce back." Nick patted her hand.

"I think you're allowed a little grace here." He tried to reassure her, but she didn't look convinced. She wasn't accustomed to giving herself grace.

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Gia was sitting infront of the board, waiting for inspiration to strike. This was all done for her benefit, there was a reason. She knew the key lies with Alison. Whatever was missing from her details would unlock what was missing in the other girls details. She knew so much about Alison. It was hard to figure out what details of her life were pertinent. She still thought another clue was somewhere with her mother.

She had asked everyone to go home. She appreciated their concern, but she needed the quiet. It felt like they were all staring at her waiting for answers to magically appear. She knew that wasn't the case, but the feeling remained. She had been sitting here for three hours. She should have left, it was pointless to continue to sit here, but the sound of his shoes made her realize why she hadn't left.

"Well, I'm done doing my job for now. You done with yours? Should I get two cars in case you abscond into the night again." Rafael's voice made her jump. She hasn't heard him come in. Surprisingly his tone was teasing and not angry.

"Okay, I admit that was dramatic and I'm sorry for the do your job comment."

"Don't apologize to me, please. You're entitled to have a moment. Also, I can appreciate a little drama. It was reckless though. How much worse would that have been if you bumped into him. What if he had gotten lose and gotten to you." She narrowed her eyes and pointed her pen at him.

"The guy who had a sexual sadist wrap a belt around his neck and basically said 'choke me daddy' doesn't get to call me reckless for jumping in an Uber before him." His face was priceless. They both started laughing.

"That's fair. C'mon, let's get out of here. If it hasn't come to you yet, you need a break. Maybe some unmedicated and nightmare free sleep might help?"

"Rafael, I have to go home sometime."

"But you don't have to tonight. C'mon. You need food. And you left my kitchen a mess." Which made her laugh again. He was glad, even if it took her mind off of everything for just a moment. He put his hand out and she placed her hand in his. She laced her fingers with his and let him lead her out of the precinct.

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Gia stood under the almost intolerably hot water pound against her skin. She had been in this shower for 35 minutes and she still didn't feel clean. She flicked the shower off. She opened the shower stall and wrapped herself in a towel. She took a towel to her hair, raked some curl cream through it and twisted it into a bun. She'd regret not doing her normal four step routine, but she was too tired to care.

After drying herself off and moisturizing, she threw on the burgundy tank top she was wearing before but switched her leggings out for her bicycle shorts. She picked up the towels and hung them up and made her way out of the bathroom.

Rafael was finishing up with the kitchen. She had tried to clean it up, but he shooed her out. She had been trying to do something nice for him. Then the evening was ruined by that phone call.

She had been there, in his arms, she was in a good place and it gave him courage to say or do something. He had been so close, he was almost sure that he wasn't imaging what was between them. There was always that little bit of doubt. He thought back to the night she was attacked, how close he had been to really kissing her, but instead kissed her cheek.

His doubts were almost completely removed when he saw the goosebumps explode across her skin when he touched her. The way her hand curled at the nape of his neck. The way she would lean into his touch. Tonight was the first time that she had ever pushed him away. His immediate reaction was to feel hurt, but reason took over. This had sent her spiraling.

That man had known so many intimate details about her. It made him sick to his stomach when he talked about how close Gia and Rafael had gotten. His boldness at calling her Gigi just to prove that he was connected to her and her brother. It was probably better Liv had been in that room and not him. He had thought about recusing himself, but that would have caused more questions than either of them were ready to answer. He didn't hear her walk into the kitchen with her bare feet. When she put her hand on his back he startled. He turned his head to the side to look at her. Her skin was tinged pink.

"Did you shower under lava?" He asked with a small smile.

"Just about. Want help?" He finished wiping down the counter.

"I'm all done. I got Chinese."

"I know. I have eyes and a nose."

"You're hilarious."

"You know I've been told that." He rolled his eyes. He turned around, leaning against the counter. His sleeves rolled up again, no tie, no suspenders. She was in the same opened back tank top and shorts. Her useless dream catcher tattoo on display again, her rose tattoo peeking at him as she walked back into the living room.

"How mad are you going to be when I tell you I can't eat. I still feel sick." He followed her into the living room.

"Not mad, just a little worried."

"You don't need to be worried. I'll be fine tomorrow. I just can't eat right now." She sat down in the middle of the couch, knowing he would sit next to her.

"I don't know how you sat there. You have much more self-control than I do. I wanted to jump through the glass"

"That is courtesy of my mother. Trust me, I wanted to smack that smirk off of his face. He got to me." She leaned forward to grab her water and she felt his fingers ghost over her tattoo again. She felt the same flutter in her stomach as before and she was covered in goosebumps again.

"Did it hurt?" he mused, wanting to give her something else to talk about to have a tiny reprieve.

"On my spine? Like a bitch."

"Why would you?"

"Because I'm clearly a masochist."

"You must be." She glanced over her shoulder at him. "You spend all your time with me." He took a sip of his Scotch, his fingers slowly torturing her. She was fighting the urge to pull away, her spine was over sensitive. He smirked a little when he saw her twitch slightly. He knew he was driving her a little crazy and any other time he'd keep it up. Instead he rubbed her back with his palm. Not massaging, but trying to relax her. Even after a scalding hot shower she was tense. She inched just a little bit closer to him, he didn't even think she realized she had done it.

"Am I going to be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life Raf? Why would this be happening if he didn't have something planned?" She asked the question she had been dying to ask him since they had been alone. Rafael knew exactly who the he she was talking about was.

"No." He was firm.

"How can you be sure?"

"Because you have many people watching your back, including me." He felt her lean into his hand.

"I know but I just feel this impending doom. I can't shake it."

"He wants you to feel that way. Your brother wanted you to feel that way too. So we know he knew your brother." He took another sip of Scotch. "We call his Warden in the morning. See if there were any other visitors. He obviously wasn't an inmate. We will figure it out, but-"

"I know. I can't live my life in worry. I'll feel better when he's behind bars. I'm just unsettled right now. He really plead guilty?" Rafael scoffed.

"He said it was worth it. The metric ton of evidence? No way he was getting acquitted. He had a public defender. I wasn't letting this go through without one, I didn't want to take any chances. He. He will serve 25 years for attempted murder, 25 for Alison's murder. He has the possibility of parole, but he will be an old man if he gets it. The public defender was decent and since he confessed willingly, I didn't want to take the chance of someone side eyeing it. You shouldn't have even been listening to the interrogation. If we didn't have a metric ton of evidence, I would have cuffed you to a chair." He saw a slight smirk start to form, he was waiting for a smart ass comment but then it was consumed by another thought."

"No allocution." She said. "Don't want him talking about what he did to me. I can't take listening to what he did to Alison. I mean, I know. He did the same thing to all of them. I just can't hear him say it out loud."

"You're sure?" He asked. She nodded. He set his glass down. "Okay, no allocution. You look exhausted, head to bed. I'm going to put the food in the fridge, get changed and then I'll be in."

"Yeah." She said and they both stood up. Before he walked into the kitchen she grabbed his hand. He looked back at her. "Raf...thank you, I..." he pulled her into a hug and she wrapped her arms around his torso. He was afraid she was going to cry, but she didn't. She had her ear to where his heart was. He was sure she could hear the pick up in his heart beat. He could stand in this position for the rest of his life. He didn't pull away, he would wait until she let go.

"You don't ever have to thank me. I care about you." She inhaled deeply before stepping back.

"I know Raf." She turned and headed to his room. He knew in that moment he'd wait for her to be ready, no matter how long it took. He also knew he'd do anything to protect her. He felt a fear seize over him for a moment, he had realized that he finally had something to lose.

Once he had changed, he headed into his room. Gia had put a sweatshirt on and was laying curled on her side of the bed all the way to the edge. It wasn't lost on him that she thought of it as her side of the bed. She normally placed herself closer to him. She was staring off at the wall and he watched as she wiped at her eyes. She had left the lamp on his side of the bed on, but had turned her's off. She probably thought that he wouldn't be able to see her. For the first time, in a long time, she was trying to hide what she was feeling. It came back to her not wanting to seem weak. He turned his light off and got into bed. He waited a few moments before he said anything. The lights from the city shined in the window and illuminated her form. He couldn't take the silence any longer.

"Don't push me away now."

"What are you talking about?" She feigned ignorance, which was annoying. He knew her. He didn't have to see her wipe a stray tear to know that this was absolutely wrecking her. She knew that he knew her.

"Are we really going to do this?" She sighed and he wasn't sure if it was in resignation or indignation. After a few moments she spoke.

"I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of me. I'm sick of me crying, so I cannot imagine how sick you are of me. He gaped at her.

"You could not possibly be any more wrong." He couldn't imagine ever getting sick of her. He craved her presence. She was always close, but never close enough. He could never stop himself from reaching out and touching her, but it was never in the way he truly wanted. She rolled over to face him, closer but still not close enough.

She studied his face, he assumed she was trying to decide if she believed him. She had this constant fear of being a burden. He assumed it was another gift bestowed upon her by her mother. He didn't know how he would contain how much he disliked that woman if he ever met her. She must have decided she did because she moved closer to him. He put his hand on the side of her face and as she always did, she leaned into it.

"You can scream, cry, rage, I don't care. Just don't shut down. Holding all of that in is the problem, not letting it out."

"I know. I just feel like I'm just be dramatic- don't, I know. It just feels that way. I don't usually get like this." She could see him roll his eyes.

"Pretty sure this is not a normal situation."

"What?!" She feigned shock. Rafael couldn't help but laugh. He felt her smile against his hand. She scooted closer to him and let him wrap his arms around her. She closed the remaining space and put her chin on his shoulder.

"I feel frozen Raf." She finally admitted.

"I know it feels like that, but you're not. Not even close. You are free Gia. They aren't." He felt her nod. She moved away slightly so she could roll over. She had to sleep facing out, never in. He kept his arms around her even after she fell asleep.

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"How is she?" Liv asked Rafael as soon as he was in her eyeline. Apparently Liv was no longer going to pretend that she didn't know Gia was basically living with him for the time behind. It was kind of a relief.

"Good morning to you too Liv. She's...okay. Better than I thought she would be actually."

"Rafael, I have to ask, what that Brady kid said about the two of you-" He cut her off before she could finish.

"No, Liv. No. I know what he said and nothing like that has happened. Do you really think that little of me? With what she's been through? How she's been, I would never." He was hurt. That Olivia would even entertain the thought for a single moment. She let out the breath he had been holding.

"I'm sorry. I had to ask. Everything that he knew? I wanted to be the one that asked, in case someone looked into exactly what he said. The look on her face, it was like she had seen a ghost." He dropped his defenses.

"That's why I didn't recuse. I would have to tell the DA why and I would like to avoid that for her. And she looked like she had seen a ghost because she had- of her brother, her friends...her own. He knows things about her that no one knows with the exception of a few people. The choking was personal. She's claustrophobic. Her brother Gabe used to torture her by choking her from behind, locking her into tiny spaces, he didn't until Grayson caught him and beat the shit out of him." Liv wasn't surprised at the intimate details Rafael knew. He had been the first person Gia had really told anything real about herself to. To share your deepest fear was just another example of their shared bond.

"Poor Gia. Oh my God...all of this was deliberate. This case started right after her brother died."

"I see her holding her neck and I want to..." his voice trailed off.

"Yeah, you're not the only one. The fact that Nick didn't rip his head right off was actually impressive."

"Is he going to show up here to question me?" Rafael quipped.

"No Barba, no one in that squadroom believed it. I'm just trying to protect her and you."

"Which would infuriate her." Rafael laughed and shook his head.

"Oh I know. Listen I am sorry..."

"It's okay. I get it. I'm just on edge. She's afraid she really is going to be looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life."

"That's not happening. Eventually this kid will want something. Better accommodations, safer prison and I will be there to find out who that third person was and arrest him myself."

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Gia sat across from him at the visitor's room at Rikers. Brady Simpson was definitely looking less smug. Apparently word had gotten around that he tried to kill a cop. It may have had something to do with the phone call she made the night prior. She had connections and she wanted him to be hurting just a little bit.

"Didn't get enough of me yesterday?" He tried to sound arrogant, but he sounded scared. He clearly thought this was going to be easier.

"Oh I wanted to have this conversation without my Captain around. I see you had an enjoyable first evening here. Now, this can go one of two ways. You tell me what I want to know or I will make sure they drop you in the deepest darkest hole that they can find in the place. I have friends too Brady. Mine are much more powerful than yours." He stared at her for a moment, letting the words she spoke settle in. She had outsmarted him.

"What do you want to know?" He slumped in his chair.

"Let's start with something easy. How did you get into my apartment?" There was not a single hole in that building he could have crawled into. She had searched. Security had searched. No one could figure it out.

"The apartment below. They were having work done and I came in with the workers. Rich people are weirdly trusting. I climbed from their terrace onto yours and waited." She would definitely be checking the traffic cams for that. It hadn't occurred to her to check the street cams that would might show the back upper level.

"Who was the target Brady? Me or Alison?" She had a checklist in her mind that was leading up to the biggest one.

"It was always Alison. You were supposed to find her. She put up too much of a fight and I couldn't get out of there in time." She said a silent prayer to her lost friend. She had put up a fight. Like Gia, she was desperate to at least leave something behind for the police to find.

"Why the other 3 victims? How are they connected to Alison? To me?" He laughed.

"They aren't. I just wanted you to think they were, to drive you crazy. It was just about opportunity with the first three. The only thing I made sure of was that there was absolutely no overlap in their lives." It led to what she had been thinking yesterday, but had kept it to herself. This whole thing was meant to psychologically mind fuck her.

"Why? How do you even know me, or my brother? I have never seen you before." He sat quietly. "I meant what I said."

"You're going to get me killed." She raised an eyebrow at him.

"So you're looking towards the future. To your parole in 50 years. You want to make it out alive. A lot of inmates ruin their chances at parole." The implication hit home. She didn't think he could deflate anymore than he already had.

"Why do you think I plead guilty? To save myself." He certainly was a cockroach. "I have a friend who knew your brother. And when I say friend, it's a friend of a friend and I owed that friend a lot of money. Bottom of the Atlantic kind of money. I could be square if I did what they asked. They gave me all of the background info, all of the things they found out about you from your brother before he died. Then I followed you, to get more info to make you think I was connected to the case. You and that lawyer guy? You think you're not being obvious, but you are. It's gross." She knew it. This kid didn't know jack shit about her in all reality. There was no way there was a 3rd person involved. As much as it pained her, she felt the need to defend herself.

"There is nothing going on between us. He's a friend." He exaggerated an eye roll.

"Hey, whatever helps you sleep at night." He held his hands up. "I just said it to mess with you, but it clearly hit a nerve." He was trying to distract her from what she wanted to know.

"So to be clear, you raped and murdered four women because you owned someone money? You were ok with life in prison." It had to be an insane amount of money. She didn't want to know how he got in that deep. She didn't care about him enough.

"There would have been no evidence if you hadn't shown up. Any other questions?" He was right about that. He knew how to wipe a crime scene.

"I want a name Brady." She was firm.

"I can't give you one. There is nothing that anyone in this place that can do to me that is worse than what he would do." That surprised her, she tried to not let it register on her face. He wanted the last years of his life to be outside of this place.

"The friend of the friend?"

"Yeah." She knew she was at the end of the information he could give her.

"Can you give me an educated guess on who his friend is?"

"Someone your brother met when in prison I think. He did it for him." He was done. She could tell that he was done and she didn't want to spend another second across from him.

"If I find out you're lying, you'll wish you were dead. I will make sure you're begging for that friend to get their hands on you." She must have looked serious because fear registered on his face. She stood up and signaled to the guard to let her out.

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"You went to Rikers, by yourself?!" Barba raged. The sheer audacity of this woman was sometimes too much. He never knew what was going to come out of her mouth or what she was going to do.

"Yeah Cragen wasn't too excited about it either. Though marginally more than you." She knew he was going to be mad, but not this mad. It's not like she met him in a back alley.

"This isn't funny Gia. Do you know how dangerous that could have been?" When she rolled her eyes at him he wanted to roll them right back. He had almost forgotten this side of her, so part of him was thrilled to see it again.

"Okay take a breath. First of all, there was an armed guard two feet away and he was handcuffed.'He was bloody a bruised. And by the way, Counselor, the only reasons he took me out before wasbecause he got me by surprise."

"He was beat up?" She scoffed. They all really underestimated her. It was a little frustrating.

"Uh yeah Raf. I don't think you realize the connections I have or the friends that I have. Besides the fact that he raped and killed four women. There are inmates that don't take kindly to violence against women. Also, he attacked and tried to kill a cop. A cop who spent over a decade visiting her death row inmate of a brother and met countless COs. Many connections who know my father or who know my mother. He's lucky he could walk. Believe me, they held back."

"Okay I didn't hear that." She watched his jaw roll. She kind of loved seeing him get worked up but she didn't want to worry him.

"I had to do something." She finally said.

"If you had given it time, we could have gotten it legally. She would have wanted something eventually." He didn't know why he was trying to reason with her at this point. It was already done.

"Did you listen to ANYTHING that I said? He never would have said any of that on the record. He's too scared of someone. I couldn't wait for eventually. I needed to know and I needed to take back control of my life." Rafael deflated and threw his pen down.

"I wish you would have at least told me." He said quietly.

"So you could have called Liv or Cragen? Tried to go with me? No, I couldn't follow the rules this time. I couldn't take that chance. I had to get that information. He also gave me a place to look."

"Look? Look for what? You're not going to find out who it was. You promised me you wouldn't obsess over it."

"I-I won't. I just put some feelers out. If something shakes loose about this friend, I'll pursue it. If not, I'm letting it go." He gave her a sardonic look. "Rafael, I promise you." He nodded, relenting.

"How much trouble are you in with Cragen?" He didn't want her to get suspended over this. He knew she was itching to get back to work. He assumed she got a stern warning, but you never could predict.

"None, actually. I mean he was pissed but I think he was also a little impressed." Rafael rolled his eyes this time.

"Let's not make this a regular thing, okay? The lying and going behind everyone's backs." Gia picked up his pen and threw ir at him. She did seem better. She seemed to believe what the kid had said.

"Gia, it's not that I don't think you can handle yourself. I know you can. I just got a small taste of what life would be like without you around. And it was..." he trailed off. "Maybe just for easy on everyone and me, just for a little while." His confession hit her, hard. She hadn't thought or it that way.

"Rafael...I'm sorry. I didn't even think of that. This didn't register on my radar as dangerous."

"Normally it wouldn't on mine either. I watched a video of him trying to kill you. So did the squad. The idea of that animal within a sniffing distance of you is too much." She nodded.

"Listen, I'm gonna go. I'll let you get back to work. I just didn't want Liv to rat me out before I saw you later." He raised his eyebrows at her. She continued to say she needed to go back home, but he knew she didn't want to. He knew it was more about being alone in that apartment than being with him.

"So I'll be seeing you later?" He saw her face falter slightly.

"Unless you don't-"

"Can we stop pretending like we don't want to see each other later?" She blinked rapidly at him, not expecting him to be so direct.

"Yeah, I think we can." The pink in her cheeks gave him satisfaction.

"What are you going to do for the rest of the day?"

"Well, I have to call Menudo and let him know you didn't murder me. He was surprisingly less mad than I expected. I think Fin was impressed with my prison cred." She grinned at him, wanting to remove the heaviness of the conversation.

"Jesus Christ....you don't need any encouragement." She laughed.

"Then I have to call Grayson and fill him in. Which will be a super fun call. I wanted more information before I called him. He'll yell at me for not calling my mother, I'll then tell him to fuck off. He will then make me feel guilty for not calling my father, which will lead to a little bit of day drinking and some bad TV. Oh! And find a video of that fool scaling my building because I have to see it."

"Maybe skip the day drinking." He suggested.

"I didn't say day drunk. Just believe me, a call like that with my brother requires a little alcohol after. He will never accept that my relationship with my parents is not the same as his." Gia shrugged.

"Well I was thinking we could do something later, so I was hoping you'd be sober." She snickered at the return of his sardonic tone.

"Would you settle for maybe a teeny bit buzzed?" She pinched her two fingers together. At first, he was afraid she was pink clouding, but she was just feeling relieved. She had some sort of closure. She raised her eyebrows waiting for him to answer.

"At least do it with something of quality and not cheap wine coolers." She laughed and stood up.

"Deal Counselor." She walked over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you in a couple of hours." She said in her way out.

"Gigi-" he called to her and she turned, "Good luck with Grayson. Don't let him make you feel guilty. I'll see you soon. She nodded and shut the door behind her as she left.

He felt a little stunned. The day had taken a turn in a direction he wasn't expecting. Chaos. Was all that popped into his mind. Yet he couldn't get over the kiss on the cheek. It was nothing, it was like it was a habit. Something she did every day. She was chaos and he was in trouble.

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lu-lus-dicks · 11 months ago

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@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 4

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do, minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department, jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?

chapter: 4/? / chapter Word count: 2,484 / total word count: 7,426

nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk/huskers. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.

A/N: pure lore this chapter. Almost none of the funny :( sorry. i've decided that as an apology for not being active at all today, the entirety of the next chapter is just going to be nunalastor fucking. I will also stop talking about plot from now on, cuz i'm just bullshitting my way through at this point.

"Hi" Lulu greeted. The room fell into an awkward silence, and the air thickened with palpable tension. Lulu locked his gaze with Alastor's, refusing to look away. The seconds stretched into minutes, elongating the unspoken battle of wills and determination, a staring contest neither wanted to lose, although Lulu was undeniably unaware of the game and was just being a menace.

"how may I assist you today?" Alastor finally spoke, his voice punctuated by a forced smile that failed to reach his eyes. The constant staring wasn't enough to get him to blink even once, but the mundane nature of just staring at Lulu was more than reason enough for Alastor to interject their five extremely long minutes of silence. Plus he didn't need the other members of the hotel to start asking questions. they were too persistent anyway.

Lulu snapped out of his reverie, jolted back to reality by Alastor's question. He rummaged through his bag, shuffling items aside in search of something specific, his actions conveying a sense of excitement. Ugh, he could've been a living vibrator with how jarring the immediate mood shift was. "Ah, right," He mumbled, his attention divided between the bag and Alastor. "I'm here to try and convince you to help me... Again."

Alastor let an exasperated sigh slip, pinching the bridge of his nose. This had been the third time lulu approached him this week alone and this feral... whatever that thing was, wasn't giving up on it "we've already went over this lulu, I am not going to help you steal Lucifers blood"

Lulu pouted, letting out a saddened squeak, his hands immediately stopping their search for the list of reasons Alastor should let Lulu steal Lucifers blood "Not even for 75 souls? Really cute ones?" He bargained, shoulders slumping and posture generally turning a lot more depressed, just like the owner of those shoulders probably was.

"No." Alastor reiterated, "No amount of souls is going to cut it."

The very annoyed and pissed expression on lulus face was honestly disgusting. Lulu leaned in closer, as if the proximity would convince Alastor. oh how wrong he was.

"Dear, why don't you just stop with this nonsense?" Alastor said, the corners of his trademark fake smile twitching in irritation. He put his hands back behind him and stepped away. The more distance between this creature and him the more comfortable he felt.

"what if it was the entire west side of the pentagram?" Lulu offered, sort of as a last ditch attempt... for today at least. Lulu was not exactly sane enough to know when to quit.

"I highly doubt a creature such as yourself is going to be able to achieve such a thing" Alastor answered, mostly as a jab to Lulus pathetic self, but the idea of him gathering so many souls was an amusing one.

However, Lulu didn't think so. Lulus eyes lit up with mischief, immediately switching from that almost-scowl to a smirk even the devil wouldn't be able to mimic. He jumped from the realization, "so that is a maybe! progress"

Alastor shouldn't be surprised but he is. Why is Lulu so obsessed with lucifers blood? sure it tasted good but not that good. Alastor sighed, shaking his head in disbelief and spoke "if that was all you came here for than you're welcome to leave"

"yeah, okay-" Lulu cut himself off as soon as he noticed a sexy four armed hottie walking by the door. "woah! who's that sexy thing over there?"

"excuse me?" Angie turned his head at the directed voice at him. he looked left and right, as if to make sure it was really him that this random imp looking creature was talking to. Once he was sure there was no one else, he put on his trademark seductive smile "oh, are you one of my fans?"

"no, never seen you in my life. what's a beautiful thing like you doing here?" Lulu said casually, running up to Angie and circling around him. The concept of personal space must've been a heaven thing because Lulu was prodding at absolutely every part of Angie.

"oh, that's a first." Angie chuckled nervously as he watched Lulu welcome himself to his body. "well the names angie"

"the names lulu." Lulu answered in a heartbeat. He finally relented the assault and turned to Alastor, waving "Bye Alastor, I'll be stealing your bitches"

"what?"

"he's the most precious thing I have with me here at the hotel!" Angie said petting the pig in question. Little fat nuggets was very comfortably set in his lap and was napping.

"he is a cute pig, i'll admit." Lulu said, laughing along and staring at the adorable little creature. He tapped his fingers against the nearest surface, humming to himself. "hmm... say though, what is it that you actually desire? surely there's more to your existence than just taking care of fat nuggets?"

Angie slumped at that question, he didn't like being reminded of work, especially not when he's supposed to be relaxing. HE looked away, scratching the back of his head "oh, that's complicated"

"how so?" Lulu pried, crossing his legs, picking up his teacup and taking one sip. "It's tea time, and tea needs spillin"

Angie shrugged, reaching out one of his four arms to grab his own cup. he blew on it before taking a sip and sighing. "well, I kinda sold my soul to a blind prick" He began

"ah, gotcha" Lulu nodded, "go on, what's this prick like?" he pried, observing him with a keen eye.

That was all it took for Angie to start going off. "he's a real asshole, and not the sexy kind. he has no sense of personal space and is so insistent on always having me around. it's pathetic really-"

As Angie continued his rambling about how unbearable val was, Lulu listened attentively, observing him with a keen eye. Sensing Angie's frustration and dissatisfaction, Lulu formulated a surprising proposal. "What if I told you," Lulu interjected, his voice filled with intrigue, "that I could help you with that?"

"You're serious?" Angie asked, his voice tinged with both skepticism and caution, but he wasn't too against the idea, who would be?

Lulu nodded, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Absolutely. I have been trying to find a way to gain status you see, and what better way than to steal the porn overlords most prized bitch?"

Angie leaned forward, his attention fully captured by Lulu's proposition. "And what would you want in return? I've learned the hard way that nothing comes without a price. Not making that mistake again"

Lulu's smile widened as he raised his teacup to his lips, savoring another sip before placing it back on the table. "you're absolutely right. The thing is, the plan I have in mind isn't one I can carry out on my own. I need a helping hand. A partner in crime" Lulu said, letting the rest be left unspoken.

"i'm not helping you kill someone" Angie said, crossing his first set of arms over his chest and wrapping the second around fat nuggets almost like a shield.

"kill? nonsense" Lulu said, waving his hand in dismissal, as if even the mere idea of it was ridiculous. |I need you to help me collect souls. souls that will give me a name. nothing more. I can guarantee I will not be harming any soul that I collect"

That sounded very sketchy. On one hand, yes it made sense, collecting souls was how other overlords became overlords, but most overlords were also assholes. Angie couldn't let another one like valentino exist in the world. But the offer was too tempting... "how do I know you ain't lying?"

Lulu got up, extending a hand over to angie, pausing first in confusion. He was having trouble deciding which hand would need shaking "uh..." He shook it off. "I'll make a contract. In exchange for your assistance, I promise to free you from valentino grasp. In addition, I promise that I will not harm a single soul in the process"

Angie was sold. That was enough a reason to think this guy wasn't fucking around. "As you already know, I've already sold a part of my soul. no need for the deal. I'll help you"

"wonderful. I'll be discussing the plan with you two weeks before the next extermination"

Vox stared at Huskers, his crimson eyes narrowing as he processed the situation. Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, had broken another of Vox's employees watches. His anger was palpable and causing static to appear between his antennas. "That fucking bastard?!"

Husk shifted uncomfortably under Vox's gaze. The pitch shift in Vox's voice was stupid but a little intimidating. "I'm sorry. I didn't get to talk to him, I went to this hotel after Angie offered, and I just stumbled upon him there"

Vox looked like he was about to blow a fuse but for a moment Vox's anger got replaced with a smirk. He paced back and forth across his office, his sharp claws clicking against the marble floor. The gears in his mind (literally) spun rapidly, taking into account every single opportunity he had now that husk was attending the hotel.

"Hmm," Vox muttered, his screen displaying a smirk worthy of the sexiest man on twitter. "Maybe this isn't such a bad idea. Someone to gather intel on my dear Alastor-I mean, that asshole!" He turned his attention back to Huskers, his gaze piercing. "It has failed once, but to be fair, that Pentious was a complete idiot." Vox paused, putting a finger up to his face. "Do they trust you?"

Husker hesitated, unsure how to respond. "Uh... not particularly," they admitted. Sure, they were in hell, but they were almost killed on the first day, that can't be a sign of trust.

Vox waved a dismissive hand in the air. "Unimportant. From now on, you are free from all other duties," He declared, his voice full of pure adulterated joy, one only a horny man like vox could make. "Your primary job will be to gather intel on that radio prick. I want to know his every move, his every plan. What he eats. Where he sleeps. What his favorite color is. What time he goes to sleep. What his hooves look like-"

"But sir—" Husker began, his voice tinged with hesitation.

Vox's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Do not even try to negotiate with me on this," he warned, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I own your soul" He reminded.

Husker's shoulders slumped, defeated. "Okay," he muttered, his voice barely audible. It would be fine. He saw Alastor once the entire day anyway and that was when he needed to break his tech. He wouldn't even get the opportunities to gather intel anyway.

"good" Vox turned away, his mind already racing with schemes and plots. He had been blindsided by Alastor once, but this time would be different. He would have his dear Alastor tied up and begging for mercy!

"and that concludes today's exercises! you're free to go about your days as usual now!" Charlie clapped, signaling everyone's dismissal. She turned to huskers and called out before they could leave "Huskers, may I have a moment?"

"yes, your... highness?"

Charlie chuckled, shaking her head. "Just Charlie," she corrected, her warm smile putting Huskers slightly at ease. "You know we have rooms at the hotel for you to stay at, right? I think it would be beneficial for all of us if you were available as soon as we started, and if it's something you'd like?"

Huskers' shoulders slumped and they sighed. "I mean, it's not entirely up to me, Princess. I'd have to consult with my boss first," They explained. It wouldn't be everyday that Vox showed mercy.

Charlie's expression turned thoughtful, and she nodded understandingly. "Alright, we'll let you talk it out with him and hopefully we can get you here!"

Charlie's excitement died down quickly though, realizing that due to short staff (literally), they were out of rooms where people could actually survive. "Unfortunately, we only have one empty and clean room at the hotel right now, and it's up with our marketing staff."

Huskers eyes lit up. The marketing staff? That's Nunalastor!

"And they tend to get messy at nigh-"

"I'll do it!" they far too quickly accepted, not wanting to miss the opportunity. "I don't mind at all. I'd love to take the room! I'm sure nu-the marketing staff are lovely!" they chuckled nervously, making it way too obvious what their intentions were.

Charlie, bless her heart, either didn't notice or didn't mention it. Her eyes sparkled with joy. "Wow, such enthusiasm! See, I knew I was right about you!"

Alastor hummed to himself as he traveled up the stairs. He couldn't help but overhear huskers little interaction with charlie and he just couldn't let the opportunity for some chaos and fun pass. He approached the door to Dickmasters and Nuns room and knocked thrice. Some thumping could be heard on the other side before the door opened in front of him.

Dickmaster answered "yes?"

"greetings, cohorts" Alastor greeted with that charming smile of his. Both Nun and Dickmaster collectively rolled their eyes.

"do you mind? we're in the middle of a fucking..." Dickmaster trailed off.

"we are not fucking, they're just too dumb to finish that sentence" Nun shouted from behind the room. The fact that they were sprawled across the bed in nothing but a shirt on wasn't helping the situation.

Alastor chose to not comment on it. He didn't care. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he began to speak "I have a favor. you see this new resident of ours is here to make my life miserable. I can hear vox's pathetic begging almost from across the pentagram, and they're a spy of his. I'm sure of it, however I don't view them as a threat"

Dickmaster raised a brow, unamused. "uhm, congrats? what's that gotta do with us?"

Alastor chuckled, leaning in font of them, hands resting on his cane. "oh, nothing much. I simply ask that you make their life miserable with your charming little quirks"

Nun and Dickmaster exchanged glances, contemplating Alastor's request. It wouldn't be hard and could prove to be quite entertaining. Plus, Nun wanted to stick it to that guy for some reason. After a brief silence, they smirked and nodded. "oh, will do at some point. What's in it for us though?"

"Entertainment"

"that's hardly a fair deal"

"By the looks of things, that isn't going to stop you." Alastor doesn't wait for a response and starts to melt away into his shadow. "they'll be staying in the room across from you." is the words he left with.

"fuck that guy with his own cane, seriously"

#lulu is delulu #nunwhiskers #lulu is feral #lulu fed you twice this week #don't expect a new one anytime soon #huskers-bar x nunalastor #this is a nunalastor simp blog #now if you'll excuse me I have probably a 100+ nunalastor posts to read through <3

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cowgurrrl · 2 years ago

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Alone and Forsaken

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: “if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.” - s. osborn, from “blasphemies at the 5th street station” aka you and Joel meet for the first time [3.0k]

Author’s note: god he’s so dramatic I love him (gif by @loregifs) also blame @pedges they told me to make this a cliff hanger

Warnings: canonical type violence, reader being a badass because I said so, enemies to ???

It was supposed to be a normal run. Get in. Get out. Try not to die at the hands of raiders or jumpy FEDRA officers or Infected. It seemed simple enough, and you trusted Tess. She would never put you in a difficult position if she could help, and even if she did, she'd be there to bail you out. So, you didn't think twice about climbing the stairs and knocking on her apartment door as FEDRA repeated orders about curfews over and over again.

Things have been getting tense in the QZ. Not that things haven't been tense since the Outbreak, but it feels like even the smallest thing is enough to get you hung these days. Cards are tight, rations are limited, and gunfire fills the days and nights. The Fireflies think they're getting closer to liberation, but liberation seems pretty fucking stupid when there's constantly innocent blood staining the streets. Watching bodies burn in the pit or listening to people screaming certainly doesn't make you feel liberated. You knock on Tess's door again, anxiety digging into your skull at her lack of a response.

When she doesn't answer the door, you pull your gun from its holster and keep it low as you turn the knob and walk into her apartment. The fact that her door was left unlocked does nothing to soothe your fears, but you ignore it. The living room is a mess, with first aid supplies strewn about and a handful of dirty dishes next to the couch. Nothing super out of the ordinary for her, you think as you turn toward the bedroom and come face to face with the barrel of a gun. Okay, so that's not normal.

You raise your own gun to match the looming man in front of you and plant your feet. If he tries to rush you, you could at least try to hold your ground long enough to get the drop on him. He's big, though— all broad shoulders, long legs, and strong hands choking the grip of his gun. His eyes are dangerously dark, almost black, as he stares you down with a brutal snarl on his lips. In another life where he's not holding a gun to your head, you would think he's handsome.

"Who the hell are you?" He asks, a deep southern drawl slurring his words together.

"Where's Tess?"

"'M afraid you're not in a position to be askin' any questions, sweetheart," He says. Your finger twitches on the side of your gun, and you set your jaw before you give him your name. A flicker of recognition sputters behind those deep brown eyes, but he hides it before it can linger. "I've heard a lot of shit about you."

"Yeah, I can tell by the way you're pointing a fucking gun in my face."

"I should shoot you."

"Then, neither of us gets what we want. And where's the fun in that, huh?" You ask. You also want to point out that he's had every opportunity to bury a bullet in your brain, and he's yet to do it, but you know not to push your luck with men like him. "Where is Tess?"

There's movement on the other side of the bedroom door before it flings open and reveals a bruised Tess. She looks terrible, with a rough patch of stitches holding the skin of her forehead together and a limp affecting her gait as she walks into the room. Her hair is wet, and she smells like the soap you trade for. Not the shitty FEDRA lard of soap, the nicely scented lavender bars of soap that come from somewhere way more peaceful than here. "Joel, would you drop the fucking gun? She's with me," she says, more than annoyed with him, before looking at you. "Jesus, it's like having a feral dog."

Nobody moves for a full breath until Tess gives the man, now known as Joel, a nasty look. You catch him grinding his teeth together, his jaw working as he thinks before finally putting his gun down. You follow the unspoken truce and wiggle your toes in your shoes to distract your racing mind. Who the fuck is Joel, and why is he in Tess's apartment? How does he know who you are? Why didn't he kill you the second you stepped foot in her space?

"You look like shit," you say, and she nods. "What happened?"

"Got into it with a group of raiders. Killed 'em all, but they made sure to get a few good hits in."

"Is that why you asked me about making this trade?" You ask. Joel gives Tess a look, and she rolls her eyes. Something unspoken travels between them, and she turns and holds up a finger to tell you to give her a second, and she grabs Joel, turning their backs to you. All of it gives the illusion of privacy when in reality, you catch every other word they say to each other. Something about Joel not trusting you, how he can do this alone and doesn't need "a goddamn babysitter." You think you hear the word "rat," but Tess doesn't care enough about it to change her mind. It's one of the many things you admire about her. That and her ability to be absolutely ruthless when she needs to be. You've seen her in action a handful of times, and every time, it reminds you not to get on her bad side. Tess tells him something you don't quite catch, but Joel's shoulders relax just enough for you to know that she's got him right where he wants him. "Are we gonna do this deal, or are we gonna point guns at each other again? I'm fine with either."

"You two are gonna go," Tess answers, and they both turn to look at you. "You just have to meet Cindy at the old 7/11 outside the walls. She's got bullets, pills, food, and some clothes to trade for what I gave Joel. Make sure it's all there before you let her walk away. She can be sneaky," she walks over to you and puts a gun in your hand. It's an older model but still something with a good amount of power. When you check the magazine, it's full. You look at her, confused by the gift, and she steps closer so only you can hear her. "I stole it from one of the raiders and figured you might need it. That old one's been jamming on you, anyways." She says simply, and you chew the inside of your lip to fight a smile.

"Thanks," you say, tucking the gun into your jacket and peering over her shoulder at Joel. "You trust this guy?"

"I do," she says, and you nod. It seems silly to put all your weight in Tess's opinion, but she hasn't steered you wrong yet. "Be smart about this. I don't need either of you coming back looking like me, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Joel is reluctant to leave with you, but one look from Tess, and he's following you out the door. He doesn't say anything as you wind down the crowded streets, ignoring the stray Fireflies or people you deal to, which you're fine with. You're not exactly excited to do this job with the man who shoved a gun in your face. He remains stony-faced and unreadable even as you approach the section gate.

"Walk in front of me." Joel finally speaks, switching sides with you so he's closer to the guard, and you scoff.

"How chivalrous. Do you make Tess walk in front of you, too?"

"No, she can hold her own."

"'M not dead yet."

"If you were, there'd be a lot less goddammed talking." He says, and you nod, dead set on proving him wrong. As you get closer to the gate, you spot a familiar face and let yourself animatedly light up. It's over the top and stupid, but you know he eats it up like a man starved.

"Sammy, how are we doing today?" You ask in a sickly sweet voice, and the guard gives you a look.

"I thought we talked about not calling me that while I'm on patrol." He says, and you pull a pout. Joel watches with a glint of something in his eyes, but you barely look at him.

"Oh, c'mon. You really gonna make me call you Officer Wilson?" You ask, and Sam shakes his head, a smile pulling on his lips. You pull your papers from your bag for him to look at, and Joel does the same. Sam looks between you and Joel and raises his eyebrows at you. "We're visiting a friend."

"I thought you didn't have any friends."

"You gotta stop believing everything you hear these days, Sammy. You know I'm friendly enough," you smile as he returns your papers. "Can we get through now, or are you gonna interrogate us for the rest of your shift?" You ask, and he mumbles something under his breath before buzzing you through the gate. You squeeze his bicep as you pass him and ignore the incredulous look on Joel's face. Together, you weave through the section until you find your usual opening in the wall and crawl through to the other side.

Boston was a shit hole even before the world ended, but outside the wall is a little more tolerable. There's sprawling greenery and actual animals that come through every now and again. The quiet is what always surprises you. Outside the QZ, you can hear the wind rustling through the trees and distant bird songs, and if you're observant enough, you can hear Infected groaning as they stumble around. You like to take a second to listen every time you're out, basking in the silence of a fallen city. "So, do you just have all the FEDRA officers wrapped around your finger or just that one?" Joel asks, interrupting your thoughts, and you laugh.

"My connections to them have nothing to do with wrapping them around my finger and everything to do with what I know about them and how much they want to keep a secret." You say as you trudge through the overgrowth.

"Like what?"

"Like Wilson failed his weapons test, but he's fucking his boss's secretary, so she forged the documents for him. He can't shoot worth a shit," you say, and he raises his eyebrows. You can tell he doesn't believe you, but you don't really care. "He also owes me cards, so there was no way he was gonna say anything."

"And how did you get that information?"

"Girl's gotta keep her secrets, cowboy," you shrug. "Do I get to ask you something now? It seems fair enough since you practically accused me of sleeping with the enemy."

"I did not," he starts but then stops himself, shaking his head. "Sure."

"What's your whole deal?"

"My deal?"

"Yeah, like the whole grumpy, southern survivalist deal."

"I don't think the apocalypse ever put anyone in a good mood," he says, and you hum. "And 'm from Texas."

"Long way from home." You say, and he nods. You tell him where you're from as payment for the tiny bit of information he's shared with you. These days, opening up is hard even when you trust the other person. It's no small feat that he answered your question.

You fall back into as comfortable a silence as possible with the practical stranger next to you. You don't ask about why he was in Tess's apartment, and he doesn't ask about what information you have about other FEDRA officers or how you got it. He constantly checks over his shoulder, making you nervous, but you don't say anything about it. You think it's probably a tick or those survival instincts of his kicking in as you get closer and closer to the run-down 7/11. He switches sides with you again, wordlessly putting you to his right, and you make a mental note to ask Tess about it. He's not jumpy, but he's protective, you guess, is the right word.

You see it in the way he walks next to you, and the way he adjusts the grip on his gun as Cindy and two young guys with guns come into view. Tess was right, you think. Having Joel around is like having a guard dog. Selfishly, you kinda like it. Cindy does not look happy to see you and crosses her arms over her chest the second she stops twenty feet from you. "Where's Tess?"

"Busy," you say. "I'm doing her a favor."

"Like you did me a favor? Or Robert?" she spits, and you roll your eyes. "How much longer do you think you can live with yourself, huh?"

"Do you want your fucking pills or not because we can call this off and go back to the QZ if you're gonna talk to me like that," you say. Joel clenches his jaw in your peripheral, staring down the two guys she brought as protection. At the same time, they seem to realize she would need way more than the two of them to keep her safe from you and Joel. "Withdrawl is a bad fucking look for you, Cindy. I'd hate for you to get any worse."

She doesn't say anything as she stares at you, the gears turning in her head. You can feel Joel's unease at the situation and the fact that you know something he doesn't. It seems to be a reoccurring theme for him this afternoon, and you're not sure how he feels about it. You shrug when she doesn't move and turn to start walking away. "Wait!" She calls, and you smirk before facing her again.

She makes her guys hand over the supplies Tess promised you, and you look them over. Cindy watches with shaky hands and darting eyes as you produce your end of the trade. The second the younger guard grabs the bag from your hand, a shot fires nearby, and the kid goes down. A hand finds your shoulder and drags you down as gunfire explodes all around you. All at once, Tess's story of her last drop comes flooding back. Raiders. You pull your new gun from your jacket and see Joel next to you, firing shot after shot into the gas station. They're mostly blind shots in the general direction of the firefight, but you spot the sniper on the gas station's roof.

You take a second to breathe as the bullets whistle above your head and fire a shot. The little handgun kicks back harder than your usual sidearm, but it gets the job done. You watch blood spray from the sniper's neck before following Joel's line of fire, firing a shot simultaneously. You don't know whose bullet hit where, but you know that the air around you stills and your ears ring so loud it feels like the sound will pierce your brain. Joel isn't bleeding or acting like he's been shot, so you take that as a good sign and let your body rest against the overturned truck he hid you behind.

Joel is looking into the shattered gas station windows when a pair of solid hands yank you from safety. You scream and thrash, throwing your head back until you make contact with something. Someone yelps, and the grip loosens enough for you to turn and shoot Cindy's second guard. Before his body can even hit the ground, movement sounds from behind you, and you quickly turn. Your heart is beating so fast, and your mind is working in overdrive as you struggle to lock your eyes on the raider trying to get the upper hand on Joel.

It's a mess of bodies, voices, and dust flying as Joel tries to protect himself. The raider has a knife to Joel's throat, and you quickly steady your hands against the gun's grip and fire two succinct shots. Joel jerks in shock as the bullets hit the raider, making him go limp. You let out a shaky breath and turn to scan the area to see if anybody else wants you dead.

"Are you fuckin' crazy? You almost hit me!" He yells as he stands and walks over to you. He's pissed. A pulsing vein pops out of his forehead, and you wonder if his teeth hurt from gritting them like a feral animal.

"Relax, I was not gonna hit you." You say, tucking your gun back in your jacket and moving to retrieve your supplies.

"Are you serious?" He asks, and you groan.

"Jesus Christ, are you always this dramatic? I wasn't even close to hitting you!" You yell, turning to face him again. It's not completely a lie. You were not going to hit him, but you're a little surprised the bullets didn't even graze him. Maybe you're a little better of a shot than you thought you were.

"You're a real piece of work. You know that?"

"Like you're much better. You'd be fucking dead if it weren't for me." You spit. In one movement, he puts his hands on your arms and pushes you against the wall of the gas station. You fight against him but freeze when you feel a knife tip pressing lightly against the bottom of your shirt. His body is flush against your own, his touch sending sparks across your skin. His breath fans across your face and neck, and his pupils widen as he stares at you.

"I've known you for less than a fucking day, and you've already almost gotten me killed. Everyone we've run into has said something about you bein' dangerous," he says, his voice rough as he holds you in place. "Who the fuck are you?"

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anlian-aishang · 2 years ago

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You had dressed yourself up for him more times than you could count, the panties he bought you, the babydoll dresses that wound up in your drawers, and most of all - the skirts he so habitually ironed. Nights you donned them always seemed to be the most fun - making Levi go absolutely feral, making the sex that much more intense. Tonight, liquid confidence enticed you: it was time to see what all the fuss was about, to feel what he felt, and to put him in your place.

tags: [sub]levi x [dom]reader, smut [humiliation, overstimulation, sex toys, handjob, pegging], alcohol mention, fem!reader

word count: 2100

“This is…" Levi squirmed, "fucking stupid.”

A less tired, more sober you may have agreed with him, but after this many wine coolers and in the mental fog of 2 AM, you swore there was no greater sight to be held.

His expression alone was captivating: narrowed brows, slanted lip, but a bright red blush to undermine his ire. An angry little kitty.

The plaid pleated skirt you ordered turned out to be just the right length: a hint of modesty, but even that would disappear as his arousal rose, inadvertently pushing the fabric up higher and higher, tightening around him until there was nothing left to the imagination. A helpless tease.

Levi’s arms were crossed at his chest, and while his forearms flexed muscular, the reserved stance stood him small and shy. Begging to be swept off his feet, thrown on the bed, and allowed to let loose. You curled your toes into the carpet and bunched your fists at your sides, grounding yourself in hopes of having a little more fun before then.

Eyeing him up, your finger wound up hooked to your lower lip. Left hand on your hip. Half-lidded eyes and mischievous smile. At your gaze, he shuddered, and already, the wrinkles of his garment were shifting.

“Stupid, huh?” You sauntered towards him, your stare never once breaking in your approach. Despite the years of experience you had shared together, he still could not bare to meet your eye contact. Shoulders hunched, he threw his face to the side. So… humiliating!

Oh baby, you sighed, the humiliation hadn’t even begun.

You tangled your grasp in his tie, using the thread as an anchor as you spun to his side. Once there, lotioned hand gravitated to his middle. “Seems someone doesn’t think it’s stupid.” Outside the pleated fabric, your palm pressed circles on his twitching tip. Between lace layers, fingers had memorized his shape and took a habitual hold of his shaft. “Seems like someone is having a lot of fun, actually.”

His arms remained crossed, his lips pressed, but you noticed the intricacies of Levi's reaction. Fingers pressed stern into his biceps, restraining. Behind that flat mouth, clenched teeth, trying.

You snickered, don’t be shy. “Admit it, Levi.” From his clavicle to his neck, your tongue slithered its way until landing outside his ear. A single swipe, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

The building pressure within your hand answered for you. The first seep of moisture. The surge in your grasp. At the same time, Levi’s face scrunched, barred teeth exposed now - tiny exhales escaped past them. Adorable. After a series of chatters, Levi managed a stutter, “Y-Yes.”

At his cusp, he could feel your grin, “Yes, what?”

Peeking past squinted eyes, a shred of sass broke through - the hardass version of Levi that others were familiar with. He grit his teeth and snarled, “You… You heard me.”

Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be? Seemed that tonight’s outfit had not yet convinced him of his submissive role. You knew what would. In one swift motion, you threw your left hand between his legs and cupped his exterior in your hand, kneading him in your fingers like a batch of fresh flour.

Levi yelped - a combination of frustration and pleasure. “Fuck…!” Throwing his head back, a scream that could wake the neighbors. “F’Fuck me…!”

Acrylics scathed his sensitive skin. “Try again, Levi.”

“Yes, (Y/N).” Levi swore, back arched against your front, “I… I’m enjoying it!”

“Mmm,” you hummed, delighted, “that’s more like it.”

In your hold, his thoughts were the same. Warm velvet skin encompassed him entirely. Delicate yet deliberate - your oscillations up and down his length. Distanced just enough that he craved more and more. Until, when he got too needy, a punishing pump of his cock morphed his mewls into cries. A pattern you planned, but one he was never able to handle, no matter how many times you put him through it.

Lightheaded now, he stumbled to your vanity. Lipstick tubes and makeup brushes rolled off with clangs as he fought collapse and clutched the rim with clawed hands. Nails scratched the woodgrain, thank god you had moved out by now, for those would have been hard to explain.

Now, it was not just the sensation that kept his eyes squeezed shut, but the mirror and its reflection. Levi cringed at the sight of himself: nipples erect against his shirt, a shirt made see-through with his overstimluated sweat. Ever-combed bangs had flung into disarray, misshapen curtains made fitting frames to his fucked-out face.

Behind him, you beamed with admiration. So perfect, and he wasn’t even trying - how he had accidentally gifted you a full view of his sorry state. He may have hated it, but you adored it, and grew determined to make him see how beautiful he was.

Beneath his skirt, you maneuvered your hands. Left hand shifted upwards, taking over right-handed responsibilities, now freed for new expeditions. You pressed the base of your palm to his V and worked upward, button by button of his blouse undone, calculated scrapes of his abdomen along the way. The last one landed at his adam’s apple, coercing a nervous bob as you freed him finally.

Knuckles curled over his collar and brought his sleeves to his elbows, chest and shoulders delightfully exposed. Flushed pectorals heaved with each inhale and exhale. Relief in his breaths, dark mauve at his patches - both of you were glad to have that shirt off.

Still, your hand continued its climb. After weaving under the loop of his tie, the inside of your hand pressed to his neck, thumb and pinky perched at his jawline. Beneath your hold, you felt his deep swallow. At your fingertips, his jaw tightened.

“Come on, Levi.” A light shake, you squandered his cheeks, “Take a look.”

A reluctant wink, his blush instantly intensified. Faced with his own reflection, Levi was left speechless. On the other hand, you had plenty to say. Almost incoherent, the praise you had for him.

“Adorable, so adorable,” you squealed. Even more so when you stuck your fingers in his mouth, protruding past his lips and scissoring his tongue. Instinctively, he curled around your digits, slick in his saliva. Cheeks hollowed out, sucking his own arousal clean off your fingertips. “So good… taking me in like that.”

Outside his throat, your unrelenting caress. Within his throat, your digits dove deeper, drawing a handful of gags - music to your ears. Past them, he hummed and nodded - wordless agreement.

A reward for his submission, you descended your touch to his chest. Nipples pinched between your nails, rolling and flicking just the way he liked. Levi tilted his neck back and sighed in bliss. His fog clung to your mirror - steam to the scene.

Below, things were ramping up. Concentrated were your movements - pleasure centered at his tip. Precum spilled down his thighs: white threads through black nylons as his cream dripped along his trembling legs. Rocking hips found rhythm with the curls of your wrist, and suddenly, he found himself being brought to his knees - literally. Chiseled thighs had gone slippery with sweat and fervor. Dizzy with sensation, balance was hard to find. His knuckles turned white as he gripped your creaking furniture. At the same time, he threw his arm back: elbow hooked at your nape, he knew you wouldn’t let him fall.

“P’Please, (Y/N)...” Levi moaned, “T-Take me.” He drifted his head back towards you and pressed his lips desperately to yours. Tongue explored your every crevice, thirsty for your taste: an iced swig of highball after a hot summer day. In your arms. Shaking. Writhing. Levi pleaded, “Take me to bed.”

// // //

An entire king bed you had to yourselves, you preferred to use just a fraction of it. Bodies pressed so tightly together, it may as well have been a single.

Levi nestled in the V of your legs spread. His back to your chest. Yours to the headboard. It was a position you had taken many times, given the ease of access provided by the skirt. The only thing was, this was the first time you traded roles: Levi having the garment on, sat in your lap instead. It was new, but required no adjustment. The way he fit so perfectly, this had to be right.

Neck landed beside your lips, his most vulnerable spot in range of your hickeys, bites, and dirty talk. Whimpering mouth aligned with your ear - a front-row concert for an audience of one. Your arms had reach of all that you wanted: his chest, his torso, and the tent beneath his skirt. The curve of his lower back kept him perched on your strap-on and provided him the leverage to bounce as he pleased.

Levi’s voice rattled off the walls, the smacks of your skin constantly revised the list of deadly sins. This position was immaculate.

How else could he have cum this many times?

Your hand was soaked through. Plaid pleats forever stained. That did not stop him, though, from slamming himself up and down your silicone, rutting himself into your tight grip, and quickening his pace all throughout.

In your grasp, you felt his telltale thrusts. Helpless twitches from overdone nerves. Swears spilled continuously past his lips, cursing himself, knowing at this point that his own self was to blame - his own unquenchable thirst. Almost pained, this last climax was, and you thought that symbolized the end - for it was always him who described pain as the best discipline. He ought to learn his lesson sooner or later.

But not yet.

Still whining, nearly crying - off the brink of that one. Nevertheless, his hands perched on your thighs and mounted himself again. Slowly but surely, he began to push and pull himself along your length, even as he underwent the remaining sparks of his completed circuit. All you could do was roll your eyes and laugh at him. Stupid pathetic thing.

“You gonna cum again?” You mocked. “You wanna cum again?”

Obliterated, his composure. His physiology had taken over, mental barriers completely broken. Unabashed was his admission, “Y-es p’please…” Levi whined, “please let me cum again…”

You supposed you could not help yourself, either. So enthralled by his fucked-out state, you snickered aloud. He sure was enjoying himself, even more so than the times that you had worn the garment. Already, his cock had sprung straight up again, despite still being covered in his own cum. Pooling onto the comforter below but paying no attention, your clean freak had gone unrecognizable. He had lost his mind.

No… he was far too comfortable to have lost it. Instead, it was like a euphoria. It was not that he was not himself, it was that he was totally himself. Synapses fired, and for a moment, you were lucky to be sat behind him, for he could not see your perplexion as you realized.

Maybe it wasn’t a thing for you in skirts. Maybe he just had a thing for you… and skirts, too.

You cupped his head in your hand, fingers woven within his locks. “You know what I think, Levi?” Free hand crashed on his hip and helped him in his pursuit of pleasure. Pinching the seam, you ruffled his fabric, exposing his drenched member to the chill of bedroom air. In your arms, Levi shuddered, especially as you edged on, “I’m starting to think you wanted me to buy this for you.”

The position you were in, you could not see his reaction, you felt it. A temporary twitch at his waist. A brief freeze in his arms. Tightness around your toy. Frenzy in his pace. Everything spelled out.

“What was I supposed to do with all that lingerie, huh?” You hissed, your thrusts grew uncontrollable at the thought. “Keep it all to myself? No… that would’ve been selfish, right?” You pushed your hips up again, beckoning a gasp from the man atop you.

“You…” Levi grunted, struggling, defeated in denial, “...think what you want to think.”

Ignoring him. “You always talked about how much you loved them… and all along, you were actually asking for one of your own.” Played such a hardass, and was secretly too shy to ask for this, resorting to laying hints around for god knows how long.

He was so fucking cute.

Your fucks accelerated in build-up to your closing argument, “I’m so sorry, baby.” Fingers curled over his tresses and tucked them haphazardly behind his ear, exposing just enough for you to whisper directly, “We should’ve done this a lot sooner.”

Glancing over his shoulder, you relished in the white flag of surrender: arched brows, reddened face, and eyes that begged: you got me, now - please don't stare! For once, Levi Ackerman failed to summon a comeback. The man brutally honest had the truth of his fetish discovered, but on the brink of his - what number was he up to now, fourth? - orgasm, his mental capacity was long gone. What was he to do?

Except cum again.

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senka-mesecine · 3 months ago

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Could you please write some headcanons for the reader teasing Barnes and trying to rile him up? Maybe with a little brat taming if you so please

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I am actually convinced the man's shockingly difficult to rile up.

Like, Barnes gives me the distinct impression of the frustratingly stoic sort, perhaps on purpose, purely to frustrate you right back, testing the limits of how long it takes for what was initially playful teasing on your part to turn into vexation and agitation or even you flat out giving up --- perhaps getting too intimidated or disheartened to continue. In layman terms, he makes you work for it simply because he can and simply because he doesn't consider himself the sort of boy to fall for the first bit of taunting like most people would. Nah, he's a grown man and him having you holding out and trying could last days. Heck, weeks. However long he decides it should take. This slowburn build up can have an exhaustingly long duration time merely because Barnes decided it that way, being, in a weird way, something of a subdued miscreant to your brat. He might even go ahead and deliberately ignore or smugly play the cluelessness card on what he knows is you undoubtedly flirting with him just because it is amusing to witness your attempts unfold and him being cool and nonchalant about it has the perks of seeing you all wired up. You could trace your hand up and down his chest, touch his face, caress him, come up and stand close to him, give him suggestive glances, the occasionally indecent comment and he'll just flat out take it almost as if to wordlessly say 'Is that all you got?' Basically, his sexual discipline and cold, calculated patience is astounding. I don't think he tames a brat over just anything the same way he doesn't get riled up when he doesn't wanna get riled up.

When he does get riled up, though?

When he deliberately decides enough is enough, more like?

Like, you'll get more than you've ever bargained for because it's almost like everything that's been bottled up for god knows how long alongside your continuous teasing comes flooding out almost out of the blue, without any prior warning and the man's scary to behold in that state because it does seem like he's downright seeing red. You don't just get tamed --- you get decimated. You won't be certain if sex in that state feels like a bar brawl, if you're being tussled, fought, fucked, tortured, frightened like you've never been frightened before, put in your place, thrown into a pit with a feral animal, if you'll be able to walk afterwards, if there's anyone or anything behind his eyes, if your voice will be hoarse and for how long and if you'll need to gently wiggle your fingers, toes and more your limbs around to check if nothing's been cracked. Hilariously enough, you might be wholly demolished but he'll be aloof as ever afterwards. What's to say, riling up Barnes of all people comes with its particular risks and that's no joke. It'll only take one occasion like this for the brat in you to truly start wondering and threading carefully around the notion whether or not it wants to be a brat again and arrogantly enough, Barnes knows as much.

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fumikomiyasaki · 1 year ago

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💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

Pankraz & Carol

Heartkiss (suggestive warning)

At first she felt a bit odd coming here... such crowded parties weren't usually her thing and such night she usually spend resting from everything she did over the day... however Pankraz wanted to get her out a little and enjoy the night more so he took her along to a club in the city... she had one of her loose shoulder free shirts and shorts on, a good choice given the heat in the club but probably one she would regret once they go home... yet even if he invited her he didn't really wait for her... she was worried to search him among the crowd... felt a bit wrong with how everyone is dancing... and even sitting down at the bar she had to deal with some guys leaning at the counter trying to get her attention.

"Hey, a cute girl like you is something I didn't expect to see here, are you alone here?"

"I am waiting for someone." Her answer was snippish and cold, she hoped a glare just would scare the group away but to no avail as one grabbed her wrist and smiled.

"How about a little dance, hm?"

"H-hey... don't just force me into things I don't want-"

As she complained another hand was grabbing his wrist... pushing him away from her.

"Didn't she say she is here with someone, well I am here so, don't you dare lend a hand on her!"

"Tch... you look familar. No nevermind. Fine punk, but watch your back the next time."

The group left for now... Carol sighing in relief as Pankraz quickly dragged her away to the back of the club... an area with not many people... with his hoodie he slightly tried to make a disguise but it was somewhat sloppy given the style of his shirt under it was obviously more his style...

"Thank you really... I must say I was a bit afraid of what would have happened."

"Didn't i tell you to wait outside for me!"

"You did but... you were late by half an hour... of course I get worried and look for you inside."

He put his hands on the wall behind her, leaning closer to her face.

"That doesn't matter anymore... I... had reasons for it... and I do have you to myself now.... I wish I could show them that you are mine alone... claim you infront them like this but... I can still do it now. I waited for this the whole time."

"Pankraz?"

She felt him push her up to the wall, holding one of her legs and slipping his tongue inside her mouth...her hand clinged onto his hoodie a little... the warm feeling making her heart beat faster... even if he seemed a little more feral... he placed his lips again on her neck as her breath grew heavy and she tried to cover her mouth from making noises... Before he held her hands again pressing against her lips... the air was hot...her thoughts were messy...

"P-pankraz please.... its a bit-"

"No its not enough... I want more of it..."

A small bite left her breath hissy... she was worried he might cover up all over her neck...His tongue invaded her mouth again messing her up that drool came from her lips, his fangs slightly teasing her down lip. Before he lingered again close to her lips, catching his own breath seeing her concerned eyes on him.

"Don't look at me like that... I only want-"

He was caught of guard by a sudden kiss from her back again, teasing him with her tongue as well before showing a light smile.

"I like how you treat me don't worry... I just might lose it if we continue like this here... can't we go somewhere more private... even if it honors me you want to show others how much you want me... I feel a little emberassed about it. So-"

His face for once flushed back but quickly turned into a smirk at her, leaving another bite on her neck to tease her.

"Hey!"

"Fine, if my Caramel wishes to be claimed in secret... if I get more out of it how can I complain~"

She took a deep breath as he withdrew from her... holding her hand instead but she quickly hid behind him to not be her neck seen and how he messed it up already... face deepened red as she followed along with his plans for now... he really drove her crazy but in all the good ways.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #carol ann #carol x pankraz

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fishgut · 1 year ago

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He was sitting on his usual spot. An empty chair beside him. A constant reminder of a vacuum that existed inside him.

It was a Saturday, exactly at 3 o’clock, when someone sat in it. A busy day, it was the only unoccupied seat on the bar.

“That spot is taken,” He told them.

“Didn’t look like it,” the stranger responded, waiting for the bartender to head their way.

Michael returned his gaze forward, a burning sensation starting in his fingers before moving up his arms. He flexed them, but the burn made it to his chest. When the bartender finally got to their end of the bar, Michael interjected before the stranger could speak. “Tell him to get out of Scott’s spot.”

The bartender let out a sigh, “He’s retired.”

“That’s Scott’s seat,” Michael forced through his teeth.

“Is there a problem?” The stranger asked, looking between the two of them.

“Yes, sorry— Michael, he’s not coming back if he hasn’t already.” The lights flickered, and the bartender set his mouth. “Don’t be like this.”

Michael stared.

“Fine, I’ll just go,” the stranger stood, moving away.

The bartender shook his head Michael’s direction. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave if you’re going to be like this.” Michael’s mouth twitched. The burning sensation returned to his arms. “I can’t believe you.”

“It’s Scott’s seat,” the angel reiterated, as if the bartender didn’t hear the first time.

“I’m going to be frank with you, Michael. You must be at least an adult, angel or not. You’re not his job anymore. Let him go. You need to stop being a burden.” The reflection in the angel’s sunglasses hid any emotion it might have been showing. “You understand?”

Michael grunted, lifting the bottle in front of him to his lips.

The bartender let out another tired sigh, “I have to get back to work now. Please don’t make another scene.”

It lowered the drink when he was alone again, eyes looking to the door everytime someone walked in.

After closing, the bartender wiped down the counter, stopping at Michael’s end. “Here, for not making trouble.” He set a pack of cigarettes in front of it. Michael nodded in appreciation, and the bartender left.

Really alone now, Michael stood, putting a cigarette in his mouth as he went to the payphone, straining to remember the phone number to Scott’s office.

“Sorry, there’s not an Agent Scott working here.”

“Grant Scott,” Michael repeated.

“I’m looking at our directory, sir.”

“He was my casemanager. The Archangel Michael.”

There was a tension in the air, the secretary slower with her words, “Oh. Um. I’m sorry, do you want me to transfer you to your new-“

“no. Agent Scott. Do you know where he lives?”

She was quiet for a moment, “It’s not in our records, Sir.”

He grit his teeth. “I don’t believe you. You know where I am at all times; how can you not know where he is?”

She was quiet again. He could hear her take a breath. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll go there myself if—”

“He passed away 5 years ago.”

Michael hung up. Stared at the numberpad. The burning feeling returned. The lights above him burned out, the fire sprinklers dowsing the flame of a burning cigarette on the wood floor. He turned and sat back down at his seat, staring at the sign hanging on the wall in front of him. Feral Angel on Premises.

It wasn’t fair.

Why did no one tell him?

The wooden bar counter charred at his touch. The chair beneath him was close behind before he had to stand, the bar decaying and disintegrating around him.

He cursed himself for letting himself get so attached in the first place. He’d blinked and everyone was old or dead. A unique problem with specific symptoms caused by the existence of earth. Of humans.

He walked out of the skeleton of a building left from his wake. It wasn’t enough. Wasn’t—He yelled, kicking dirt. His ‘flesh’ rent, and a walking fire took his place, ready to burn everything it could see, before it froze.

Scott stood in front of it, shaking his head. “Michael, please calm down.”

Hesitantly, it slowly returned to a humanoid flame.

“You’re almost there.”

Michael was himself again, eyes wide at the ghost in front of him.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

#angels who hate god #ill never proofread i think.

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bonkwosher · 2 years ago

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Omggggg I saw you write for Albert wesker and just had to ask, do you take requests???

If you do can you PLEASEEE

do Albert wesker with a reader who is short and does anything and everything to get into trouble?

They are basically a small feral grimlin

A/N: Sounds wonderful lmao, here goes

Pairing(s): Albert Wesker x Short!GN!Reader

Contains: Mentions of Alcohol/Being Drunk

How You First Met Bonus:

You met Wesker at a bar, the only place you could find the man since he spent most of his time at the precinct. He was dragged to a S.T.A.R.S party & was sitting at the bar. You walked up, tired from a long day, & ordered (insert preferred alcoholic drink). He couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

"What?" You asked, a smile slowly growing on your face. "I'm surprised they didn't I.D. you," he joked. "I am not short, I'm taller than you actually!" You retorted, obviously teasing considering the clear height difference. Wesker stood up next to you & your face grew flushed when he towered over you. "You're right, you're clearly taller than me."

Chris stumbled up to the two of you, already a bit drunk. "Heyyyy, Captain. Who's kid is that? How did a child get into a bar???"

"I AM NOT THAT SHORT!" You yelled, causing Wesker to chuckle once more. Chris did a 'dance' of sorts as he made his way to the dance floor. You turned back to Wesker, "Captain?"

"I'm the commander of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team at RPD," he spoke nonchalantly. "Wait, that is so freaking cool!"

Captain Wesker Moment

Later that night you got Wesker's number & you two hung out quite frequently. The team knew it was a big deal when Wesker announced he'd be leaving early one night.

"Who are you & what have you done with our captain?" Chris joked. "Yeah, Wesker, why are you heading out? You never do," Jill continued. Wesker paused for a minute & adjusted his uniform. "I- erm, have a date tonight." He received relentless teasing for weeks.

The teasing finally stopped when you snuck into the precinct to meet up with Wesker & Chris caught you. Being so small he was able to pick you up by the back of your shirt with ease & carry you to Wesker's office.

"Come in," Wesker called out before Chris walked. "I caught this person breaking in, what should I do?" Wesker looked up, ready to arrest someone, then saw you with a shit-eating grin. He let out an exasperated sigh as you yelled, "NO REGRETS!" Wesker let you stay in his office while he worked. Soon after you stepped out to go to the bathroom. Wesker quickly noticed you hadn't returned & walked outside to see you sitting on Chris' desk & talking to him & Jill.

"I know right, Wesker looks so goofy with his sunglasses inside!" You joked while Jill & Chris froze, "He's right behind me, isn't he?" You turned to see Wesker & burst out laughing, "I was so right!"

Later that day Wesker looked at himself in the mirror & slowly took off the sunglasses, "I don't look goofy."

One day he had to head out on a mission while you were hanging out in his office. You insisted that you should go with him. Wesker pulled you close to him by the wrists, gave you a soft kiss, then handcuffed your right arm to his office chair. "I'm sorry, darling, you cannot come on my mission. See you soon!" The look of pure shock on your face was something he relished in, & his reaction to you being a gremlin was your new favorite thing.

You single-handedly started an office prank war. Some of the worthy mentions of your chaos were you, Chris, & Jill wrapping his whole office for the holidays (& you because quote "I'm the best gift"). You put a fake, remote control rat in his office & he screamed so loud, you were sworn to secrecy. One day, after spending the night at his house, you replaced his work pants with custom-made tearaway pants. You pantsed him the second he closed the door to his office so it was just you two that would know & gave him his actual work pants.

What would Wesker do when you pranked him? Initially, just light chuckles or unamused frowns while he rubbed his forehead. Later on, he would "prank" back. He'd grab you & hang you upside down until you apologized. Handcuffing you to his chair is, by far, his favorite. When you would ask for things like massages after pranking him he would definitely give one good press into your back then stop & leave you complaining. If you were anyone else he'd be an absolute asshole about your pranks.

Evil Man Wesker Moment

A lot of your chaos would involve bullying Excella for having a crush on your boyfriend. Wesker would keep a cold stare on his face when Excella was around to see his reaction but in private he would definitely smile to himself. The only time he'd get upset is if Excella threatened to quit, to which he would make a show in front of her, telling you that you should stop messing with her knowing she'd love every second of it. You know he's only doing it because he needs her scientific mind.

If you try to mess with him now he'll make jabs at you teasingly. You prank him one day, the next morning there is a sesame street, kiddie stool in the kitchen with the note "Thought this would help you while I'm away."

He will never get tired of your snarky comments & pranks, you're one of the few people who dares to challenge him in any sense & it keeps him on his toes. Sometimes when you try to tease him he'll just look deep into your eyes, grab your chin, & tell you he loves you more than anything... effectively making you melt.

#wesker #wesker x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #gender neutral reader #short reader #resident evil #dbd wesker #dead by daylight #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #chris redfield #wesker fanart #stars wesker #resident evil wesker #re5 #resident evil 5 #villain x reader

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scaramouche-bully · 4 years ago

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can i req fem!sub / if you want gender neutral is ok, about being brat on the bed? and (seperate) kaeya, diluc ,xiao &childe respond on it?

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons

Includes: Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader

Contains: Bratty sub, riding, dacryphilia, humiliation, rough sex, switching, coming untouched, dirty talk, degradation, choking, slut shaming, stomach bulge, masocism, minor blood, drooling + dumfication.

— ☆ Wrecking headcanons - Childe 🐏 [ Female ]

[ masterlist ]

Apologies for the long delay. It’s been busy.

I’ve updated my rules to limit requests to two or fewer characters as to not overwhelm myself. But since this request was before the change, I will write all four. For future requesters, please stick to two characters.

— ☆ Kaeya

As soon as you talk back to him, he gives you most amused but pitiful look you’ve ever seen. He takes a moment to chuckle under his breath before he’s hoisting you up onto his lap, leaning his cheek on his hand, and gestures for you to continue.

You must think you’re so cute right now. Suddenly thinking that you’re in charge? Alright, if you want to be on top then go. He won’t do anything. Let’s see how long it’ll take for you to start whining.

He loves the flustered look you get when he suddenly gives into your demands. The brave face you try and put on as you slowly ease onto his thick cock and the frustrated whimpers you try and hide.

It’s only when you start apologizing that he disapprovingly sighs as he grips your hips, so hard that bruises will appear the next day, and slams you down on his cock.

“Talking back to me when you can’t even fuck yourself on my cock properly. What am I going to do with you?” he grunts out as your walls tighten around him and you scrabble to hold onto him, “You’re going to take every drop of my cum until your hole is stuffed got it? Aren’t I kind? Go on, thank me.”

“T-Thank..mm! Yo-You -ahh! More, ah! ” you stammer out as you claw at Kaeya’s back as he forcefully lifts you and drops you on his cock. The heavy drag of his dick against your sensitive spots is maddening that muddle your head. Every time Kaeya thrusts in you feel the breath get punched out of your lungs, the skin of your abdomen stretch and burn as you try and make room for his cock. You don’t realize that you’re crying out to him as you sob into his shoulder.

“Look at you, does that hurt? Too bad. Maybe if you didn’t act like such a brat I would be a lot nicer,” he laughs as he viciously grabs your hair and lifts your tear stained face up “Maybe I should take a picture so I can show everyone in Mondstadt what a slut you are?”

He drops your face harshly as he grips your wrists and pulls your hands behind you before he flips you both over so he’s on top of you. Your arms are at an awkward angle that strain them but when he suddenly starts pounding into you with the new leverage, whatever complaints you have are quickly replaced with moans. You mewl at the idea, your friends and family seeing how much of a wreck Kaeya can make you. It makes you burn in humiliation at the idea and you know that Kaeya would do it in a heartbeat. It’s that thought that has you cumming as Kaeya curses and buries himself as deep as he can go, painting your insides with his cum. While you’re catching your breath, Kaeya swipes at the cum that leaked out of your hole as he brings his cum stained fingers to your mouth.

“Open up,” he says, his voice sweet even as he pry’s your mouth open for you. You, naturally, bite his fingers but also lick him clean. It makes his star pupils dilate as he takes in the image before shoving his fingers into the back of your throat so you choke, “You’re so cute. It seems I have a lot to teach you about manners brat.”

— ☆ Diluc

Diluc has to deal with too many problematic issues given to him by incompetent people. It’s weeks like these when his patience runs extremely thin, even when he tries to suppress his temper.

Naturally, these are your favourite weeks to irk the man. To see just how much you can get away with and how far you can push his limits. From walking around with barely any clothes to flirting with the Knights that attend Angel Share.

Diluc is used to your...mannerisms. That is until Kaeya appears and he’s already glaring at you before you can make a move. Don’t you dare even try it unless you don’t want to walk the next day.

It takes one touch on your waist from Kaeya for Diluc to snap. He’s closing the bar early and even the drunkards can tell Diluc is pissed. Kaeya blows you a kiss and a wave over the shoulder to Diluc as he locks the door behind him.

Diluc manhandles you to the bar counter until you’re bent over with your wrists pinned behind your back. You can feel the anger radiate off Diluc as you peer over your shoulder at him. While he has a calm face, his eyes are feral as he adjusts his glove. That’s the only warning you get before he slips his hand to the front of your neck and squeezes with a vice grip.

“D-Dil-” you cough out before you’re cut with a yelp by Diluc forcefully shoving your pants down as he shoves his fingers in, gloves still on, and stretch's your hole out.

“Pathetic, you’re already this wet and I haven’t even done anything. Are you going to make a mess over my floors? You know what’ll happen if you do,” Diluc sneers as he arches your back and brings your face next to his, “Do you like being choked? Is that it? You filthy whore getting off on being used like this.”

“Hah..haha...Ka-Kaeya is nn-- oh is rough-er!” you manage to wheeze out as you stick your tongue out at Diluc. He still wears that same neutral expression but you can see something dark swirl in his eyes. He mumbles out, is that so? Before he slams you back down onto the counter top. You’re a bit dazed from the impact that you don’t hear the rustle of clothes, a belt unbuckling, before you’re being rammed into by Diluc’s cock. Your hands are scrabbling onto the countertop for some type of purchase as Diluc wastes no time and abuses your sensitive walls.

“You’re. Mine.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust into you, “No one can fuck you like I can. Not those useless knights. Not Kaeya. Not anyone. Got it?”

You’re dumb on the pleasure of his cock rearranging your insides that you don’t respond that Diluc clicks his tongue, bends down, and sinks his teeth into your neck. An area he knows you can’t hide with your clothes and it’s too hot to be wearing a scarf without making it obvious to what’s happening now. The burst of pain is enough to send you over the edge and orgasm on his cock. Diluc curses under his breath at your walls tightening around him as he cum inside you as he catches his breath.

“Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Y-Yes sir...you’re the only one. Only you. Always you...”

Your words manage to sooth him a little bit but it irks him that you’re drooling all over his countertop that he just cleaned. It’s fine, he thinks, he can make you lick it up later.

— ☆ Xiao

He's a puppy that wants to impress you, but everyone has a breaking point. The constant taunting of how, despite being a powerful adepti, he can’t even pleasure a mortal in bed sends something feral inside him ablaze.

He doesn’t want to hurt you so he focuses his efforts into fucking you so good that you end up babbling praises instead. It makes him feel so warm inside when he sees your normally smug face turn dumb as you tell him he’s doing so well.

It’s the only time you can ask Xiao to be more rough with you without him worrying about breaking you. It’s so cute to you that he tries so hard that you can’t help but tease him a bit.

“Good boy Xiao. You’re doing so well,” you whisper against Xiao’s lips as you softy kiss him. You’re finally seated on his cock with his fingers are digging into your sides, strong enough to leave marks. It took a bit of coaxing from you to get Xiao to release the death grip he had on the sheets and to move his hands to your waist. If you didn’t see hand prints or bruises the next day, you were going to make this man cry. You slowly rock back and forth as you softly moan at the feeling of his cock inside you as you make small bounces.

“Don’t you feel good?” you ask as you take one of his hands off your waist and lead his fingers to your hole where you’re both connected. Lacing your fingers together as you force him to jerk off the small length of his cock that appears every bonce you make, “Come on. Go faster. Show me what an adeptus can do.”

“A-Are you sure?” Xiao stammers out as he looks up at you worried. His grip on your body slackens considerably as you sigh before cupping his cheeks.

“Xiao. Are you saying you can’t? Is it too much for someone of the adepti? What a let down you are, if you can’t do it then I’ll go find someone that cAN-!” you choke on your words as Xiao suddenly slams you on your back and drives his cock to the hilt. This time he’s taking your hand in his as he places your linked hands onto your stomach so you can feel his cock wrecking your insides through your stomach.

“W-Wait! Xiao! Ah-!”

He pulls out harshly only to slam back in desperately as he rutts against you. His cock is practically gushing pre-come as he slowly loses his sense of rhythm. A deep feral part inside him relishes in the fact that it’s his cock that makes you like this. Pupils blown wide, head thrown back, tongue lolling out. As much as it makes your entire body tremble at the onslaught of pleasure, you can’t help but let a small delirious smile appear on your face. You reach out and cling onto him, digging your nails in so deep that he bleeds, and tell him to fuck you stupid. That he’s doing such a good job and to not stop.

“I love you, I love you, I love you” he chants as he grinds his cock into you as he cums inside and fills you with his cum. The rush of warmth has you orgasming with him. Your linked hands still on your stomach where his cum paints your walls.

— ☆ Childe

He really likes switching half way during your fucking. As soon as you’ve had your fill being on top, he’s switching the roles. He might have been crying and begging you to let him cum a few seconds ago but now it’s his time to payback.

Due to the abrupt switch, you’re still high on your ride and refuse to let his child take control. He loves how feral you both get in your attempts to dominate the other.

When he finally manages to pin you down, the blood of the scratches and bite marks are still stinging but the pain get’s him rock hard. It’s like any other fight and the feeling of victory gives him a rush.

He wastes no time in pounding into you, watching you scream as you curse him out as him laughing, leaning over to kiss you as he proceeds to rail you.

He knows as soon as he kisses you, you’re biting his lips raw. The taste of blood makes him smirk against your own mouth and he feels your exasperated sigh at his kinks. It’s a small moment of respite as you both make out without trying to claw each other’s eyes out. When you finally separate for air, there’s a red line of saliva linking your mouths together that breaks when Childe sits up and wipes his mouth.

“A bit eager are we?” he taunts as his fingers run over your skin, covered in his hand prints as marks, before settling on your hip. He doesn’t need to look to know his body isn’t any different. He better hope that he doesn’t need to change his shirt in front of the anyone or else they’ll suspect he went and fought a bear again. A cruel laugh escapes you as you reach up and drag him back down to your level as you whisper in his ear.

“It’s a pity fuck Tartaglia.”

There’s a pause as Childe registers what you said before a switch flips off in his head. He lets out a low growl as he flips you onto your stomach and rams his cock into you. He relishes in the wail you let out as he grips your neck to pin your head onto the bed as he rails you into the mattress. You’re so tight around him that he has to forcefully drag his cock out just to thrust back in. He doesn’t understand how you can stay so tight even after all the rounds you both had previously.

“You, ngh--ah! b...hah...bastard!” you gasp out and you claw at the sheets as his cock fucks you so well. He slams in so deep that has you spasming with each and every thrust.

“Behave now,” he hisses out as he bites down on the back of neck as he muffles his moans as he cums inside you. Feeling him spill inside you sends a shudder of pleasure through your body that has your withering on his cock as you cum alongside him. When you’ve both caught your breath is when you elbow him in the stomach and knock him backwards so you’re back on top. He can tell you’re pissed and he’s never felt more excited.

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thecyrulik · 3 years ago

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Yet Another Purring Vampire?

Hello friends and foes, recent talks about the concept of some vampires' ability to purr in various situations gave me no choice but to join with this little piece. I am unafraid to admit this is quite self-indulgent and written for a very specific audience of me and about 5 other whump blogs I saw enjoyed the concept.

Tagging at the beginning of the post so you can see what's this about quickly and decide if you care about the piece at all (also tagging some of my vampire squad and the people I know have their own purring vampire OCs - ignore as you wish): @hold-him-down (thank you for helping with this nightmare of a language) @whumpy-writings @whumpsday @deluxewhump @ceph-the-writing-spook @wolfeyedwitch - I apologize for random tags, but consider me a toddler running up to people on the street, showing them a drawing they made and were super proud of while the parent is 2 steps behind and a little embarrassed. LMK if you want off the list if I ever write part 2

MIND THE WARNINGS ON THIS ONE: mouth whump, defanging, dehumanization, restraints, forced drugging, it's not intended as torture but it is, collars, lab and med whump of sorts.

The metal parts of his cage clinking in irregular intervals have brought him onto the edge of madness. He wanted to snarl and hiss and bite at the humans who put him in his cage, who chained him and muzzled him and bound him in silver and brought misery upon him, but he couldn’t do anything.

They dragged him to gods knew where and it took ages and he wanted to snarl and hiss and snap but no one paid him any mind. The cage bumped with every other turn or change of terrain and he was as miserable as could be without being directly tortured, for now at least.

Kosta hissed as the carriage bumped and made him hit his head on the silver cage bars. Hissing didn’t help him at all, and he imagined none of the other protests would work better but he still couldn’t help himself. Maybe that way he would prove to his captors he was a thinking, intelligent being?

Heh. Hunger made him foolish and naïve, it seemed. It was obvious the hunters wouldn’t care about his thinking abilities at all. Kosta knew they all thought vampires were all half-feral beasts that killed every time they fed and left an awful mess behind. They would also do everything they could to keep thinking that way. He had no way of making them see either, especially now when they kept him starving and in pain. He’d love to drain any of them right away. If they really want a beast, he’ll show them a beast, he thought, full of simmering rage.

***

“Goddamit, Jim, pull it down, down!” the wide-shouldered man at his side shouted. Another one, Jim, whose blood smelled like fresh hay, returned to Kosta reluctantly. The vampire snarled again, struggling hopelessly against his restraints. Jim grabbed at the chain attached to a metal collar on his neck and pulled sharply. Kosta let out a strained sound, panic rising in his chest as he was being choked by the thing.

“Okay, good. Hold it down like that. I need it still for a couple of minutes,” the wide man – a doctor? A scientist of sorts? – explained, his annoyance palatable. Jim grunted somewhere under the table Kosta was lying on, and the pressure on his neck eased just a bit.

“Stay down, bloodfuck, and I won’t have to choke you again,” he said, a little out of breath. Kosta hissed, but stayed still – for now, of course.

“I don’t get it. I gave it so many sedatives it should be barely able to breathe on its own, so why is it still fighting?” The doctor seemed like he didn’t really expect an answer as he prepared… something, on a metal table next to the one Kosta was bound to. The vampire felt the slurred way his thoughts moved in his mind, so the drugs definitely worked partially. He kept still, now hoping he could make them believe he was out of it so that they’d get careless, giving him an escape opportunity.

The doctor returned to his side, strange tools in both his hands. Kosta stared with more confusion than fear as the man nodded to someone in front of him. Before the vampire realized there was another hunter at his other side – fucking wonderful, you didn’t notice a human standing next to you, for this kind of sloppiness you deserve everything they do to you – a sharp piercing pain started on the left side of his chest. He gasped, his head lifting against the metal collar, his fangs jumping out without any decision on his side. At the same moment, the doctor was pushing one of his tools inside his mouth. His fangs locked on the metal parts, and he couldn’t move his jaw at all.

“Pull it out. No point in it bleeding out on my table,” the doctor said and Kosta felt as the sharp thing was being pulled out of his chest, metal scratching on his ribs. He could barely breathe, his lung punctured, freeing the air and collapsing when deflated. Even if he didn’t have that strange metal bit in his mouth, he wouldn’t be able to say anything at all, so he just glared and tried to breathe slowly as the wound in his chest healed slowly oh so slowly.

“Ah. Lovely. Perfect access, and on the first try!” the doctor sounded disgustingly pleased with him. He leaned over Kosta’s face as he inspected the inside of his mouth. “Listen to me, vampire. I’m going to collect your venom now.”

When Kosta didn’t answer, the doctor raised his eyebrows in pleased surprise. He seemed to have forgotten the bite guard – because that’s what the metal thing had to be – or maybe he expected the vampire to snarl or hiss anyway.

“There’s two ways it can go. One, you do as I say and let it flow like a good little beastie. Two, you fight me and I drain your venom glands with a syringe.”

The vampire felt a low grumbling rising in his throat. There was some shuffling behind his head and then the young hunter’s face appeared just above him.

“What is this noise? Is it the vampire?” Jim asked with a hint of disbelief.

“What did you expect, son? It’s a beast and it wants to get free. Come on, hold its head down, I can’t see anything like this.”

Kosta felt a warm human hand push one of his shoulders down to the table just as the metal band started pressing on his throat once again. Another one – the stabber – brought a lamp that shone brightly in the vampire’s face, forcing his eyes closed for a moment.

“So how’s it gonna be?”

He growled again, sure that his sentiment was clear without words.

“We’ll see about that. Morgan, push his chin up?”

Another two hands, one on his jaw, the other one on his forehead, pulling his head back, baring his throat to the doctor. Kosta felt dread pooling in his stomach like icy water, burning and paralyzing at the same time. The man’s hands smelt of his blood, sourdough-like and warm. Kosta stopped his growling and braced for whatever was coming.

The stab of pain was white and blinding when it finally came. Kosta’s body tensed, but the drugs in his system and the hands on him kept him down and unable to escape as the doctor searched for his gland with a needle. Quiet hissing and weaker, more bearable stabs told him that the doctor found this task harder than anticipated. Every time the needle got close to his gland, he shivered and whimpered.

“Fucking finally.”

Kosta sighed with relief as he felt the change of pressure in his mouth. The pull of the syringe was uncomfortable and humiliating, but not terribly painful. He closed his eyes again and breathed a little easier. The tears stayed at bay for now.

The discomfort grew slowly but surely. Kosta fought bravely, pulling at his restraints, the voiceless vibrations in his throat rising against his will. He counted the seconds in his mind but kept losing track.

Just after he thought he could not bear it anymore, the pressure stopped.

“Ah. Just look at this. Beautiful.”

He knew it wasn’t addressed to him, but he still looked. The doctor held a vial filled with yellowish liquid towards the light. Kosta didn’t find it beautiful at all, and it seemed the other hunters didn’t either, standing as they were, silent and grim. Well, at least they didn’t enjoy torturing him as much as the doctor.

“One down, one more to go. Come on, work with me, leech.”

He forgot about the pain as he lunged towards the man, screeching as much as he could with the bite guard in. The doctor jumped back nervously and Kosta felt bitter satisfaction that was quickly drowned by the pain of being choked again. Jim must have put all his weight on the chain attached to his collar.

The atmosphere slightly more tense now, the doctor hurried to prod at the other gland with his needle. He cursed and cursed, searching for the right angle, but there didn’t seem to be one at all. Kosta still kept his eyes shut tight, his throat vibrating almost voicelessly being his only comfort, primitive as it may be.

The stabbing stopped.

“Listen to me, vampire. Here’s what we’re gonna do. Either you’ll release venom from your other gland on your own–“

Kosta snarled, putting as much contempt as he could in that sound.

“–Or I will just pull your fang out to get better access.”

Purring and growling switched to almost whining without any conscious choice on Kosta’s side. Still, he opened his eyes, now surely glistening with tears that waited patiently to pour down once he broke down. He sent his most venomous glare towards his torturer.

“Suit yourself.”

Another metal clinking, humans moving around, muffled voices. Kosta realized his hands were shaking against restraints, so he tried to press his palms on the table. The human hand on his forehead moved back, fingers slipping softly into his hair. A second later the grip tightened and his head was tilted back once again.

“You’re sure you don’t wanna do it the easy way?” the man holding his head said. Martin, was it? Something like that, but Kosta’s exhausted mind didn’t feel like making sure it was the right one.

He simply shook his head, as much as he could.

The first pull took him by surprise. His thoughts were floating around, clouded with pain and misery and fear and hatred and the need to keep himself from crying – he didn’t even notice the pliers in his mouth until it was too late.

The pain was excruciating. Kosta felt his whole body was on fire, electricity running from his mouth down his spine and back again. He shrieked. There was no way something this simple could be this painful, right?

The fang didn’t go out with the first pull, so the doctor tried again. Kosta shrieked and wailed and growled, tears pouring freely now down his cheeks, the pain rendering him unable to do anything but fight hopelessly even as it made things worse.

“Sir, how about a break? I can’t keep it down,” Martin– Miller– the one holding his head suggested, his voice a little strained.

“How about you try it? Someone stronger than me could probably do it better. I’m a scientist, not a fighter,” the doctor pointed out. Even in his pained and drugged state, Kosta noticed he said “fighter” as if he meant “cockroach”.

He was allowed a couple of breaths more. The purring in his throat rose again, helping marginally with the pain and the terror as he waited for more torture.

“Okay. Jim, hold it tight.” The hand released his hair, but a different one landed on his forehead again.

The next try, he heard it before actually feeling it. A wet ‘pop’ and a clunk of pliers preceded the worst thing Kosta has ever felt in his life before. His face was wet with tears and blood droplets from the pulled fang. He stopped paying attention to his surroundings, purring so loud it muffled all the other sounds. It did nothing to help with the pain anymore, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing it, hoping to at the very least ease his terror.

The needle entered his venom gland yet again. It felt so bland compared to the paralyzing pain before, that he barely reacted at all. There was some shuffling near his head again and the small hand on his forehead was switched to the bigger one he remembered from earlier, the one smelling of sourdough. Fingers moved through his hair there and forth, the same slow pulsating rhythm as his purring.

By the time the venom gland was empty, Kosta blacked out completely.

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I do have some more ideas how to continue it so just let me know if you liked it at all

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🎀 pink (Din)

🧼 laundry detergent (fake dating)

🍄cottage core (innocent kink)

with some fluff and smut included maybe?? 🥺👉👈💘

Hi @ppslutt I don't think we've interacted so hello! Thank you for this request! Omg i am both soft and amused by this idea. Hope you like this... Din is such a cheeky bb but at the same time a feral fucking machine hehe

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: Asshole ex boyfriend, protective mando, innocent reader, unprotected piv smut, fingering, 18+

source: @reilink

"Can I sit here?"

Din startled. He had been glaring holes into the metal table at the cantina for so long he almost forgot there were other people around. He was in between bounties. Waiting for Karga to come up with something worth his time.

He nodded at the seat across from him which you fell into. He would usually say no, preferring to be left alone, but you were hardly a threat. Young and apparently unarmed. You looked stressed. Eyes darting all over the room. Were you in trouble?

"Thank you." You tapped your fingertips on the table. "My ex is here and I don't want him to see me alone."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." You stare down at your lap. "I just don't want to talk to him."

That made sense, but Din couldn't understand why you were talking to him specifically. Most people feared Mandalorians. He expected you to want to hire him or ask him to kill your ex. You glanced over your shoulder. Din followed your gaze, identifying the man in question, an arrogant looking human with his arm around a girl with her back to you both.

"I'll leave you alone in a minute." You turned your attention back to him. "What's your name, sir?"

"Mando." He grunted. You replied with your name. Din's ears perked up when he heard it. The sound of it echoing in his mind. He had never heard such a name before. "Have you ever seen a Mandalorian before?" Din couldn't help but ask.

"Is that what you are?" You felt embarrassed at his amused tone. "Am I supposed to bow or something?"

Din chuckled, which came out as a crackle through the voice coder. "No. But people tend to stay away from me because- because we're killers."

"Oh." You swallowed a gasp. It never occurred to you to be afraid. "I didn't know. I've never been off world."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You snapped your head up to see your ex standing over you, an angry look on his face. "I thought you didn't like going out."

"I-I can go where I please!" You jut your chin out.

"Fucking bitch. You're just spying on me, aren't you?" Your ex spat. Din clenched his fist, not liking the way this bastard was speaking to you. He could easily break this man's arm and hardly break a sweat.

"I'm not!" You cried shrilly. "I didn't know you'd even be here."

"What are you doing with him?" Your ex turned to Mando with a sneer. "Tryin to make me jealous?"

"Obviously it worked." You glared. "Now go away."

"No hang on- you're gonna come with me and we're gonna talk."

"I think it's time for you to go." Din rested his hand on his holster, his voice impossibly low. You shivered in your seat.

"Whatever." The man gave up, backing up a little. "Good luck with this one, Mando. She's a prude."

You looked down in shame feeling angry tears sting your eyes. It was hard to believe you once loved this asshole. Din felt his temper flare in his chest. Your ex finally left, looking over his shoulder a few times to watch you and Din.

"I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I'll leave you alone now."

"I don't mind." Din said, surprising himself. He hated seeing you so upset. He thought about going up to that bastard and putting a hole in his chest, but that wouldn't make you feel better. "Can I get you something?"

"I don't know." You looked up at the bar trying to read the menu overhead.

"What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?" Din joked, hoping to see you smile. It worked. You let out a small giggle into your hand that made Din's heart constrict strangely. He ordered you a Tatooine Sunset.

"You don't want one?"

"No. Thank you." Din hesitated before adding "I don't remove my helmet."

"Ever?" Your eyes widened.

"Not in front of people."

"Oh." You took a small sip. "It's really yummy. Thank you."

Din noticed the prick from earlier still watching you both. "Come over here, ad'ika." He tapped the seat next to him.

"Why?" You asked, looking up from your cup.

"Because that nurf herder is watching us."

"Oh." You frowned, moving to sit next to Mando.

"Lean into me."

"Like this?" You asked again, tilting your head onto his cold beskar paldron.

"Yes. Good." Din nodded, enjoying the look of anger that passed over that bastard's face. "Sit closer."

"I-I am." You blushed, moving until your legs were pressed against him. He wasn't super comfortable with all the metal.

"On my lap, ad'ika." Din patted his thigh. He was being bold but something about your instant trust in him made him want to hold you closer. Feel your soft body on his. You go bright red as you stand and then perch on his knee. His gloved hand covered your lower back.

"Look at him." Din instructed, smirking behind his helmet.

"Oh he's so mad." You giggled. "This is fun, mando."

"It is, ad'ika." Din couldn't' help but agree.

"Wh-what does adeeka mean?" Your tongue got caught on the syllables.

"It means 'little one'."

"I'm-i'm not a child." You frowned, ducking your head. A weak objection as you were sitting in his lap right now.

"It's not just for children." Din placed another arm around your legs, pulling them more securely onto his lap. He regretted that he was in full armor because he could not feel you but that was also probably a good thing or else he'd be hard. You smelled divine.

"Mando he's still staring." You whispered against his cowl which was surprisingly soft.

"Shall we make him even more uncomfortable?"

"Mhm." You nodded, kissing Mando on his cool beskar helmet, where his cheek would be. "How's that?"

"You can do better than that." Din encouraged, enjoying the little game.

"Oh yeah!" You grinned, feeling your competitive spirit rising. "How about this?" You lowered your head, leaning against his neck, kissing him through the cowl. You could feel his warm neck and strong pulse against your lilps. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening over your thigh.

"We should walk out now. Really make him jealous." Din suggested, mostly to stop you from giving him a full on erection.

"Oh yeah." You hopped off his lap, taking his large leather clad hand in yours. "Come on."

Once outside in the warm sun you laughed at your antics. You had never had so much fun. You used to fear your ex. He was mean and cruel. You felt safe now that you had Mando. You tried not to worry what would happen when Mando was gone. Din watched you hungrily, beaming up at him, your face lit up in the daylight. He subtly turned off his tracking view in his visor so he could just see you without any distractions on his screen.

"Thank you Mando."

"You're welcome." He let go of your hand making your face fall. "What's wrong?"

"I want to keep playing."

"What do you propose?" Din felt his cock twitch behind his flight suit.

"I think he would be really jealous if I had marks on my neck." You suggested boldly. Din shook his head in disbelief.

"You are not a prude, you know that? I'm sorry he said that to you."

"I was only a prude with him. He was ugly." You grimaced but recovered. "You're beautiful, Mando, and I want- I want you. Not just to make him jealous but I want you."

"Oh Ad'ika..." Din chuckled. "We can do both."

This led to Din taking you in the alleyway behind the cantina. First he knelt down between your legs and fingered you until you were dripping into his hand. He wanted to watch your little cunt squeeze and flutter. Your little mewls grew louder and louder until you came with a cry. Din loved how innocent you were. You didn't even know how to be quiet. You didn't hide your pleasure. He hoped your shitty ex was listening. Hearing your sounds that he never got to draw from you.

Next he stood lifting you up with ease onto his hips. You were already delirious from your first orgasm you shot up to the stars when he entered you. You tightened your legs around his waist, holding onto his broad shoulders. All thoughts of being seen or herd left your mind. You were overwhelmed, Mando pushing into every corner of your senses along with your pussy.

"Fuck..." Din grunted, feeling your hot walls suck him to the hilt. It had been so long he realized how sensitive he was. And you were so tight. He held your ass up, pulling it to grind into him with every stroke.

"Oh Mando!" Your head fell back against the wall. "This-it's so good."

"Mmm you feel amazing, ad'ika. So fucking perfect." Din watched your face slacken with the pleasure he was giving you, your plush lips teasing him. He wanted to feel them. He wanted to put his lips over every inch of you. Your eyes were drooping, staring right into his visor.

"Stay with me, little one. Look- look at us." He fucked harder, leaning back slightly despite the ache in his lower back, watching the point where your flesh met. Your little swollen clit was sitting right on top of his dick, smashing against his pelvis with every stroke.

"Oh-Maker-I'm gonna cum again." You cried, scrabbling against his shoulders for better leverage. You wanted to fuck him back. Din readjusted his grip allowing one hand to be free to circle your clit.

"Who's making you cum?"

"You! You, Mando!" You cried feeling your stomach go incredibly tight then spasming with your orgasm.

"You think anyone else could make you feel this?" Din sped up also nearing his own climax. His voice was rough and torn up, cracking and stressing the voicecoder.

"No-no one else!" You answered eagerly, wanting to please him. "I don't want anyone else."

"Good girl. Fuck- you want to be mine?" He felt his cock twitching. He was seconds away from cumming inside of you. This was the last chance to pull out.

"I want to-be yours- please." You nodded vigorously, looking up at him so he could see you meant it. You dug your heels into his lower back. His grunts became short and quick with each thrust then he came abruptly, crashing his forehead against yours. You gasped feeling the spot where you were joined grow incredibly wet.

"Stars..." Din hissed feeling his pleasure prickle down his spine into his cock. "You mean it, ad'ika?"

"Yes. Show me the stars, Mando."

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