#stripped tags off this one because i'm no longer looking!!

[uceyliyahh]

NOVACANE

Summary: After dealing with a traumatic event in Desiree's past life she decided to keep her heart closed off and didn't have any desire to love again until she met him.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE, PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

word count: 4392

Jey Uso x Desiree

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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"I will love you forever mama,"

"You have to trust me I'm not going anywhere,"

"I don't want her only you okay? Only you,"

"I'm not going to leave you baby,"

DESIREE Jey's weekend visit came to an end all too quickly as he had to catch a flight back for Monday Night Raw. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me; I wished he could have stayed just a bit longer. Time flew by, and I couldn't shake the feeling of wanting more moments together. However, I didn't want to come off as clingy, so I decided to keep my feelings to myself and let him go.

I truly cherished our weekend together. Jey treated me like a princess, showering me with affection and attention, much like a little girl receiving her very first doll. I felt the urge to argue that he didn’t have to pamper me so, but he was determined to do it anyway, believing wholeheartedly that I deserve nothing less than the best.

Jey mentioned that he would message me as he approaches his hotel room, and I sincerely hope that no one else will be there by that time. In the meantime, I enjoyed a day off from work today, using my iPad to craft fresh designs for my clients. My boss was really impressed with my tattoo concepts and has asked me to showcase them.

I was thrilled because I have a genuine passion for drawing, especially on people. I eagerly anticipated my first day at the new job, as the strip club had become overwhelming for me ever since Jayden showed up and put me in a chokehold.

I received intimidating messages from him, and to make matters worse, the girls at my workplace were starting to learn about Jey. It really upset me, but I felt reluctant to discuss it.

 As I was using my iPad, a message from Bianca popped up, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia for my best friend. I really miss her at this moment.

IMESSAGE 💬 Binky💗: Heyyy Desiii Desi🫶🏽: Heyyy girly I miss you Binky💗: I miss you too, how are things going right now? Desi🫶🏽: it's going fine Binky💗: how are you and Jey? Desi🫶🏽: girl, please don't start Binky💗: Desiree don't act like I didn't see you all posted up with him on your close friends 😭 Desi🫶🏽: ugh fine 🙄 we are doing good but he left for Monday Night Raw im worried B Binky💗: why? Desi🫶🏽: because anything could happen while we are away from each other Binky💗: oh? You're attached to him aren't you? Desi🫶🏽: no? I'm not Binky💗: Desi? I know you Desi🫶🏽: I'm not attached to him Bianca Binky💗: you're beautiful your denying it just admit that you're in love with him Desi🫶🏽: I'm not!🥲🥲 Binky💗: so this wasn't yall on your close friends? Binky💗:

Desi🫶🏽: I hate you so much yk? But yes I love the man he's so caring and genuine Binky💗: then what's the issue? Desi🫶🏽: we are away from each other and idk what he'll do while we are away ik how busy yall get Binky💗: see what did I say? Jey loves you so much Desi🫶🏽: I doubt that honestly who knows who he's talkin too rn B Binky💗: Desi you gotta stop being In your head about this he loves you Desi🫶🏽: idkkk honestly Binky💗: you need some dick atp girl Desi🫶🏽: 🙄🙄 dick won't help at all Bianca Binky💗: it will Desiree look don't get inside your head that much that will drain you okay? I gotta go I'll check up on you later Desi🫶🏽: kk

 Reflecting on my conversation with Bianca, I realize she might have a point. Perhaps I shouldn't overthink this situation. This man has consistently shown me that his intentions are genuine and that I am his sole focus. Yet, my past experiences with Jayden have made it difficult for me to fully accept that reality.

Sometimes my heart whispers that I love him, but my mind counters with doubts, insisting he doesn't feel the same. This overthinking is exhausting, so I immerse myself in creating designs on my iPad, trying to distract myself from the turmoil within.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

JEY I was in a hotel room with my twin brother and Trinity when I came across a story posted by Desiree on my social media feed. To my surprise, it appeared she was creating something on her iPad. I was truly amazed; I had no idea she had such impressive design skills!

I truly felt her absence after our wonderful weekend together; it flew by in the blink of an eye. Returning to work was tough, and I can't help but wish she could join me on all my adventures. However, I completely understand that she needs to focus on her job to earn her keep, and I respect that immensely.

I received numerous messages from Ke'liyah on Instagram asking when I would return to Tennessee to visit her, but I chose to ignore them, focusing solely on Desiree. As I was scrolling through my social media, I suddenly heard Jon calling my name, which made me stop and pay attention.

"What's up Uce?" I asked placing my phone down on my chest.

"When are we going to meet Desiree? Trin told me she already met her the other day when Desiree came to visit," he said

I chuckle at him, "y'all will see her soon with all of this traveling and her working its goin to be a minute," Jonathan nodded his head.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and as I glanced at the screen, I noticed it was another message from Ke'Liyah. A deep sigh escaped me, drawing Trinity's gaze.

"You good Jey?"

"Yeah, I'm good it's just this girl I met before Desiree at the strip club is blowing my phone up," I replied.

"What she saying?"

I shared the messages from Ke'Liyah with her, and I could see her expression change as she read them. "That girl is really acting out; it honestly looks like she's jealous of Desiree," she remarked, and I nodded in agreement.

IG MESSAGES 💬 ke'liyah: Jeyyy I miss you uceyjucey: I don't? I have a girlfriend ke'liyah: Desiree? she's not even all of that why would deal with someone like her? uceyjucey: because I can? stop blowing up my phone why don't you start talking to my cousin he single 😒 ke'liyah: but I want you Jey uceyjucey: well I don't again I have a girl at home waiting for me to come home so you can stop messing with me respectfully ke'liyah: mmcht the dick wasn't even that good anyways little dick nigga uceyjucey: 😭😭

This girl really had the audacity to say something like that about me, but honestly, I wasn't bothered—I never liked her much anyway. I had promised Desiree that I would text her as soon as I got to the hotel room, and that's exactly what I did.

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua💵: mamas? I made it Desiree🦋: hey that's good Joshua💵: you okay? Desiree🦋: yeah, I'm fine just watching a movie on Netflix hbu? Joshua💵: I'm just chilling right now you should watch Monday night Raw tonight Desiree🦋: just to see you? Joshua💵: exactly mama Desiree🦋: you're funny but I'll make sure to watch it tonight Joshua💵: aight, I miss yo' little cute ass already Desiree🦋: I miss you too big papa Joshua💵: big papa? 🫣 that's new baby Desiree🦋: please 😭 Joshua💵: send me a picture of yo' cute ass need something in my gallery Desiree🦋: we literally took pictures together all weekend Joshua Joshua💵: so? Send me some pictures Desiree🦋: aight hollon boy 🙄 Joshua💵: it's daddy baby doll Desiree🦋: yeah yeah whatever Desiree🦋:

Joshua💵: damn mama you making me want to come right the fuck back home looking like that 😩 Desiree🦋: boy please stop it Joshua💵: I'm fr baby them cheeks hanging out for me 🙂‍↕️ Desiree🦋: then come home Joshua💵: being bold I see? I wish I could mama but I have to be at work you'll see me again love Desiree🦋: ughhh fine 😖 Joshua💵: don't be whining or imma give you something to whine about when I come back home Desiree🦋: what the fuck ever nigga, tell Trin I said Hey Joshua💵: aight then mama I'll check up on you later I love you Desiree🦋: I-I love you too... Joshua💵: don't hesitate to say it mama you know I love you

She is aware of her feelings for me, yet her thoughts are clouding her judgment, making it hard for her to accept that my love for her is genuine. Desiree understands the situation, but I couldn't help but notice Jonathan's constant presence on my phone, which caught me off guard.

"Damn! Fool can't be sneaking up on folks like that," I said while pushing him while he chuckled at me.

"My fault Uce, my fault," Jonathan said.

"Need to get a damn private screen on my phone, yo' ass like to be nosy Trin come get yo' husband," Trinity grabbed Jon by the hair dragging him towards the other bed causing him to whine like a baby.

I chuckled at them two while continuing to scroll through my social media after texting Desiree.

OMNISCIENT Desiree was at work, gracefully dancing on the pole, her focus consumed by the rhythm and the cash being tossed her way. While the money brought her a sense of satisfaction, her thoughts drifted anxiously, wishing to avoid the sight of Jayden and his friends arriving that night. Without Jey by her side, she felt vulnerable and unprotected.

As she gracefully spun around the pole, she effortlessly transitioned into a split, showcasing her remarkable talent. The men watched in awe, clearly impressed by her skills. In admiration, they began to place money into her attire while she playfully blew kisses in their direction.

Desiree did manage to form a few friendships in this environment, yet she consistently maintained a certain distance. She was determined to avoid any potential drama with the other girls, who seemed primarily focused on their own interests, seeking both financial gain and the spotlight from the men around them.

She suddenly noticed a crowd entering, and to her astonishment, it was Jayden. Overwhelmed with uncertainty, she felt his gaze lock onto her as he made his way through the throng, pushing the men aside to reach her directly.

He stepped onto the stage and seized her by the throat, leaving her shocked and taken aback by his sudden aggression.

"Where's that nigga at Desiree?" Jayden questioned her.

"H-he's not here...let me go..." she said holding onto his wrist.

Jayden scoffed while rolling his eyes at her, "that's bullshit Desiree and you know it where is he?!" He shouted.

Desiree felt a surge of fear for her life, haunted by vivid memories from three years prior.

MINI FLASHBACK (domestic violence) Desiree and Jayden found themselves in a heated argument in the car, sparked by a betrayal that Jayden had committed without her knowledge. In a moment of anger, he struck her in the face, warning her that he would flip the car if she didn’t stop talking. Terrified for her life, she fell silent, realizing the danger of being with someone capable of such violence.

"I told yo' delusional ass that me and her didn't fuck around Desiree!" Jayden shouted.

"You're so fucking stupid,"

Desiree remained quiet, her thoughts swirling as she gazed out the window at the setting sun. She longed for an end to the tension that hung between them, hoping that soon, this chapter of their lives would close.

He was infuriated when she remained silent, seizing her chin with a firm grip and locking his gaze onto hers without hesitation. "bitch you better speak or imma fuck yo' ass up when we get home," his threats were scaring her to the bone having tears forming up in her eyes.

"I don't have nothing to say Jayden..." Desiree said.

"Oh? So now you don't have anything to say but a few hours go your ass was yapping up a fucking storm about me messing with ol' girl,"

She remained silent because the truth of her earlier words was undeniable. She had gone through his phone and discovered numerous messages exchanged with various women, yet now she was sitting there, trying to deny everything.

Desiree turned her face from his grasp, her gaze drifting back to the window as a tear rolled down her cheek, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.

 "There are moments when I just can't take it anymore, Desiree. Your constant overthinking and assumptions drive me to this point. It's not my fault that I'm currently unfaithful; I've found myself with multiple women, and it's all because of how overwhelming you can be."

Tears streamed down her face as she listened to him confess his infidelity. She knew she needed to walk away, but the thought of leaving him felt impossible; she simply lacked the strength to do so.

The entire car journey was filled with silence; neither of them uttered a word after he admitted to his infidelity. His confession shattered Desiree's heart, yet she allowed her thoughts to overwhelm her.

'See you're not enough for him or nobody,'

'You will never find someone different due to how you think,'

'You will never be enough,'

"No nigga will be able to deal with you, they'll just cheat on you like I did," Jayden said while chuckling.

FLASHBACK OVER

"I literally just told y-you...he's not here!" she managed to gasp out.

Jayden was on the verge of hitting her when suddenly someone yanked him away, leaving Desiree gasping for breath as she sank to her knees. She watched in disbelief as the security guard escorted him and his friends out of the building once more.

"THIS AINT OVER WITH DESIREE! IMMA KILL HIM!" he shouted while the security guards were escorting him out the building.

Desiree had never experienced embarrassment until that moment. As she sprinted toward the locker room, seeking refuge from the world outside, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Memories of the turmoil Jayden had caused her over their three years together flooded her mind, intensifying her feelings of distress.

Desiree reached a breaking point after enduring countless threats of violence—beatings, shootings, stabbings—each one weighing heavily on her mind. The fear and anxiety became unbearable, compelling her to seek a restraining order against him. With Jey often away for work, she felt isolated and without support, leaving her to confront this terrifying situation on her own. It was time to take a stand and reclaim her safety.

Amidst her tears, she resolved to pull herself together and focus on her work, driven by the desire to cap off the evening by watching her man wrestle tonight.

Desiree freshened up her face, carefully fixing her makeup that had smudged, and confidently returned to the pole, acting as if nothing had occurred.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Desiree arrived home just in time to catch Jey on Monday Night Raw. She kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag onto the couch as she made her way to the kitchen to prepare a quick meal.

She whipped up a quick mini Chicken Caesar Salad and grabbed a bottle of water as she made her way to the living room to catch Monday Night Raw. Settling into the couch, she tuned in to Michael Cole and Pat discussing the latest happenings on the show.

Recently, there was a recap of the latest events on Raw, highlighting the intriguing love story unfolding between Jey and Liv, which also involves Dom. This unexpected twist took Desiree by surprise for a moment.

Following the recap, Liv and Jey engaged in a conversation backstage about Dom. Desiree observed Jey's familiar gestures as he interacted with Liv, his hands exploring her in a way that mirrored their own moments together. This sight ignited a whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, leaving her feeling both intrigued and unsettled.

'You see that Desiree?'

'Remember what Jayden told you in the past,'

'And look it's happening,'

Desiree found herself trapped in her thoughts, a place she wished to avoid. The idea of her man being with another woman filled her with a deep sense of trauma. She couldn't tell if it was just a plot twist or something more personal, but the discomfort was overwhelming. It reached a point where she simply didn't want to continue watching.

She dismissed it as usual, her attention fixed on the unfolding match. As the game progressed, her thoughts began to drift in every direction.

Overthinking

Overthinking

Constantly Overthinking

She couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy after witnessing his chemistry with Liv Morgan. The way he gazed at her, his lips glistening as he licked them while she spoke, made her question her own worth. Liv's beauty seemed to overshadow her, leaving her lost in a spiral of self-doubt.

MINI FLASHBACK 2 (domestic violence)

"Am I not enough for you Jayden? I have given you everything," Desiree said while folding her arms over her chest.

Jayden shrugged his shoulders at her before speaking, "I don't know Desiree, you tell me honestly," he said while smoking a blunt.

 His casual attitude towards everything was completely unsettling for her. She realized that discussing it with him would be pointless. Frustrated, Desiree raised her hands in exasperation and made her way upstairs to their bedroom to pack some clothes.

Desiree reached her breaking point after three years of feeling undervalued in their relationship. It was exhausting to watch him act as if she were insignificant, all while he was sneaking around, taking advantage of her tendency to overthink. She deserved so much more than this lack of respect and consideration.

Three years wasted down the fucking drain.

She packed a few essentials and made the decision to call an Uber to a hotel located far from his place, eager to escape his presence for good. As she descended the stairs with her bag slung over her shoulder, she caught his eye while slipping on her shoes, signaling her determination to leave.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Jayden questioned her.

"I need a break from all of this Jayden,  to think things over," she said while waiting on her Uber driver to come.

He rose from his chair with a heavy stomp, making his way toward her. In a swift motion, he yanked her hair, causing her to yelp in surprise. As Desiree met his gaze, she could see the intense fire burning in his eyes, drawing her closer to his face.

"If you thinking about leaving me I'll kill yo' ass you hear me?" His threats were sending shivers down her spine while she nodded her head.

"I'll let you have yo' alone time but you better be back," Jayden pulls away making Desiree stumble a bit while she rubbed her hair while looking at him with fear in her eyes.

'I need to fucking leave before he tries to kill me, why god did I have to go through this?' Thats all she could think about at the moment seeing her Uber driver pulling up to the place.

She cast one final glance at him before stepping out, only to find him engrossed in his phone, smiling at something that had never brought a smile to his face for her. With a heavy sigh, she walked out and firmly closed the door behind her.

Desiree stepped into the Uber, exchanging a friendly greeting with the driver. Her gaze then locked onto Jayden, who stood by the window in their house, observing her intently as if she were a captivating target.

'She fucking hated his guts,'

FLASHBACK OVER

Desiree jolted back to reality, realizing she had been lost in her thoughts for too long. She quickly checked her social media to catch up on the latest happenings. Her heart raced when she spotted a story from Liv Morgan, showcasing a picture of her getting cozy with Jey. The sight sent a rush of emotions through her.

She attempted to convince herself that it might all be a performance, merely a part of the spectacle, yet deep down, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that relocating to Atlanta with him was a mistake.

Desiree made the choice to switch off the TV, no longer interested in watching Monday Night Raw. As she tossed her food in the trash, she headed upstairs to her room.

She collapsed onto the bed, tears welling up in her eyes. How could she have been so naive to believe that someone like Jey could ever love someone like her? This thought consumed her as she cried, her breath growing increasingly shallow.

She was mentally fucked up

Hurt

Damaged

She could sense that Jey was growing weary of her constant overthinking and assumptions, just as Jayden had before. It felt like a painful cycle repeating itself. Perhaps she wasn't the right match for Jey after all—feeling shattered and mentally exhausted.

Desiree chose to take a brief shower, hoping that the refreshing water would wash away her worries and bring her some much-needed tranquility.

Desiree enjoyed a refreshing, lengthy shower and chose to activate the do not disturb mode on her phone. She wanted to immerse herself in her own world without interruptions. With her wireless headphones in hand, she placed them comfortably on her head and started playing her favorite music.

As she scrolled through her playlist, she hit play on Drake's "Find Your Love." The heartfelt lyrics filled the room, and as she absorbed the music, she glanced at her notifications. To her surprise, Jey had sent her a message, likely puzzled by her Do Not Disturb status.

Joshua💵 sent a message

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua💵: mamas? you good? why is your phone on DND?

Desiree was uncertain about discussing the issue with him, fearing it might upset him. To avoid confrontation, she chose to fabricate a story, hoping he wouldn't catch on to her deception.

Desiree🦋: I'm okay Joshua just had a long day today that's all Joshua💵: you sure? Desiree🦋: positive Joshua💵: un-un I'm not buying it what's wrong? Desiree🦋: Joshua.... Joshua💵: nah I'm not listening to that whining what's wrong Desiree? Desiree🦋: you'll just leave me and get tired eventually...😔 Joshua💵: huh? where is this all coming from? Desiree🦋: I seen you with her Joshua💵: Liv? Baby that's just for the show it's not real Desiree🦋: then what about what she had posted on her social media? Joshua💵: I didn't know that she was going to post that I promise you it's not real mama Desiree🦋: your positive u didn't know? Joshua💵: yes mama why would I lie? Desiree🦋: men lie all the time Josh Joshua💵: like I told you I'm not him or any other man who does stupid shit like that Joshua💵: I want you to believe me baby Desiree🦋: I'm sorry a lot has been happening today...had a horrible day at work tonight and then I saw the interaction between you and her and the way you was looking at her licking your lips staring into her eyes made me feel like you wanted her instead of me...😔 Joshua💵: I don't want her baby girl, I want you and only you you have been on my mind all day today Desiree🦋: really? Joshua💵: yes, what happened at work? Desiree🦋: Jayden came back looking for you and he was being aggressive with me Joshua💵: that bitch ass boy? bet its on sight when I come back home but mama you have to trust me okay? I told you I'm serious about you and us Desiree🦋: and I told you in the beginning that you'll get tired of me with me being in my head a lot Joshua💵: and I told you that I didn't care about none of that Desiree imma love tf outta you the way you needed to be

The message he sent resonated deeply; he was genuinely serious about everything. Why did she constantly overthink when a man like him was openly expressing his love for her?

Joshua💵: I'm yours Desiree nobody isn't goin to take me away from you Desiree🦋: okay I'm sorry... Joshua💵: it's okay mamas you don't need to apologize you know I love you Desiree🦋: I do too...really do... Joshua💵: yeah? You'll see me when I come back home baby doll aight? Desiree🦋: aight Joshua💵: imma let you get some rest baby I'll text you in the morning Desiree🦋: kk Joshua💵: I love you Desiree🦋: I love you too

Desiree, after an insightful discussion with Jey, realized it was time to retire for the night. She couldn't help but wish that Jey were there beside her, wrapped in a warm embrace, providing her with the comfort and security she craved.

She quickly entered his bedroom, which appeared far cozier than her own. As she stepped into his spacious closet, she grabbed one of his hoodies and slipped it on. Then, she settled into his bed, feeling completely at ease.

She started sharing posts exclusively with her close friends on Instagram because she had a small circle and wanted to keep her personal life private from prying eyes.

uceyjucey replied to your story: I miss you too baby I'll see if I can make time to come home to see you my people wanna meet you

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: GIRL YALL LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER OVER HERE SAYING U DONT LOVE THAT MAN WHEN YOU DO 😭😭

y2kjayden replied to your story: Your man? I don't know how he could deal with a person like you so insecure and in your head a lot

MontezFordWWE replied to your story: Don't worry sis you'll see him fasho

ke'liyah replied to your story: you mean my man?

Desiree chose to overlook the remarks from Jayden and Ke'Liyah about her story, instead focusing on Jey's response. She held onto the hope that he would find the time to visit her once more. 

She set her phone on the charger atop the dresser beside her, then nestled under the blankets. The familiar scent of him lingered in the hoodie she wore and the sheets enveloping her, providing a deep sense of comfort.

As her eyelids grew heavy, she felt herself slipping into slumber, yearning for the moment when she would finally see him again.

NOVACANE

A/n: I was expecting you all to like this story honestly I was kinda of nervous fr but honestly I think Desiree really does love Jey fr and he wants to give her the world despite all the bullshit she has been through.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

[faeriejars]

ROLEPLAY AD — looking to write zaundads from arcane! i'd like to write silco for a vander. 💖

i'm pixel, 21+, she/they, and i've been writing for more than ten years by now! i'm looking for another adult to write some Gay Silco/Vander bc "brothers" my ass. my timezone is PST -8!

i'd like to focus mainly on their interactions in the past before felicia's death? under the assumption that they had something fruity going on. i've got some headcanons already for what a younger silco was like, but i'd also like to explore the timebomb universe/how they ended up raising powder together, OR potentially a fix-it of the main universe if that's your slice of pie.

smut enjoyed greatly but not required if that's not where your comfort lies. i typically write around 400 words unless i'm really on fumes when i'm writing, but i don't place a strict emphasis on word count or paragraphs. in terms of activity i'd like at least one reply per week? obviously real life takes priority and there's no real pressure there.

my preferred platform is discord, i like to make a server so there's channels just for general ooc chatting, sharing fan art and stuff, and then however many threads/roleplays we have! i can use tupper if you want, i just find it a pain to edit lol. i'm a habitual shitposter so my ooc grammar and language will be pretty lax but trust me i will Lock In.

shoot me a message here or on my main blog @faeriejar if you're interested!

[kenzie-floops]

Visions of You: A Lilia Calderu x femaledivination!reader

Heyyyy this is my return to fanfic, but it's been a while so I'm a bit rusty. Constructive criticism not insults please! If you don't like it.. don't read it, it's that's simple.

This will be the first part of a new series I'm working on called Visions of You. Reader is a female divinations witch, around the same age as Lilia, but physical appearance is up to you. More will be revealed later, but a happy ending is in store!

If you'd like to be added to the tag list, or taken off, let me know!

Warnings: cussing

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

I roll over and peep open my eyes to look at my alarm clock. 12:42. What the hell is someone banging on my door this time of day for? 

I push myself up out of bed, and wrap my robe around myself as I make my way to the door. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! 

“I’m coming, i’m coming!” I shouted. Could they bang any harder on my door?!?

I quickly grab the front door and thrust it open, blinking quickly at the sunlight. 

“Yes? What do you need so urgently you almost banged my door down?” I grumpily ask the two strangers standing at my door as I attempt to wipe away some of the groggy sleep from my eyes. 

“Oh!” A shrill voice pipes up. “Sorry about that, we’re just in a bit of a rush. Didn’t mean to give you such a harsh wake-up. Although it is past noon on a weekday…” The voice trails off and I snap my head up.

I had to pick up an extra shift last night at the club because one of the other bottle girls had gotten sick. That meant working on my feet for longer than usual, and I was definitely tired from the extra hours.

“Listen kiddo, i work the night shift down at the club and i’ve only been asleep for a couple hours, so excuse me if i’m a little grumpy at the fact some kid was banging on my door while i'm trying to rest” i huff out with impatience. “Now will you kindly get off my doorstep? I don’t want your cookies, or t-shirts or whatever the hell it is you’re selling”. 

I turned to close the door when the woman I hadn't noticed standing next to the teenager spoke. 

“Seriously, Y/N? Working at the local club? I didn’t think you had the guts for stripping” she says while snickering. 

I bristle at the insult. “Now just wait a minute here. I’m not a stripper, I'm a bottle girl! And who are you to throw around judgment, showing up on my front door when I don't even know…” I trail off as i get a good look at her face and recognize just who’s come to bother me. No way…

“Well holy shit!” I exclaim, throwing my hands up in the air. I lean against the door frame and look her up and down slowly.  “Now that’s a face I haven't seen in a few centuries. Agatha fucking Harkness! Can’t say I've missed your presence. What brings you to my doorstep?” 

“I’ve got a proposition for you. Mind if we come in?” she questions as she gestures inside.

I throw my head back in laughter before turning around to go inside, leaving the door ajar. 

“Sure!” I yell over my shoulder. “Come on in. I’m gonna make some tea.” 

Both Agatha and the boy trail after me into the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the boy following my movements as he takes in my kitchen. It’s full of dried herbs and flowers hanging from faded yellow walls. I fling open my aged brown cabinets and rifle around for a mason jar of tea leaves. 

As I prepare my water to boil and place the tea leaves in a sachet I ask “So, what brings you by Agatha? Looking for me to join you on one of your latest murder sprees in the search for some powerful totem?” 

I turn from the counter to face them, seeing that Agatha has already made herself comfortable at my small dining table. The boy was standing awkwardly behind her. 

I look the boy up and down and raise my eyebrows at Agatha. “What’s with the boy?” i question, “Finally taken on an apprentice to teach your dark and evil ways to? He seems quite young to be following in your trail of corrupted darkness.” 

The boy goes to respond, but Agatha cuts him off. “No, no, no, this is Teen and he’s…” She trails off a bit and I go to finish pouring my tea. Teen? That’s a strange name. Whatever. He got himself involved with Harkness, not my problem to deal with. 

“ A pet. Yes!” she exclaims, clapping her hands. “He’s my pet. Now listen Y/N i have a proposition for you.” 

I roll my eyes at her. “Agatha, I really don’t know what’s got you at my house stirring shit up, but I can assure you I'm not interested. If your undoubtedly dangerous proposal was all you came for, you best be going now.” 

I move to usher her out the door before ‘Teen’ shouts out. “We’re going on the Witches Road and we want you to join us!” 

He looks down a bit sheepishly as I give a bug eyed stare. 

“Please?” he hesitantly asks. “We need a divination witch and the road will give you what you want most if you join us.” He’s gotta be kidding. The Road is a death wish. 

I swiftly turn to Agatha, who shakes her head in exasperation at Teen. 

“Really, Agatha?!” I exclaim, throwing my hand up in the air and moving wildly around the room. “The Road is a death wish. No one makes it through. What have you deluded this poor boy into thinking?” 

“She hasn’t deluded me!”, Teen replies. “It was my idea actually.” 

I bury my head in my hands. No way am I joining Agatha Harknesse’s coven to journey down the Witches Road. I am not that crazy, despite what some may think and say.

“Oh hell no. Thank you but no thank you for the offer. I plan on staying alive for the foreseeable future. Harkness, take the boy and leave,” I whip around to face her, “ and please don’t come back. I don’t need whatever's got you spooked enough to go on the witches road coming after me”. 

“Oh come on!” she exasperatedly yells. “We both know you’ve been searching for something you’re never gonna find Y/N.” How the hell does she know about that? I’ve never told her of my visions of her. But then again, I asked around for decades. Maybe she caught wind of it through the grapevine of the witch community. 

“Travel the Witches Road with me” she offers. “The Road will give you what you want most when we reach the end”. 

“If we reach the end” I interject. “If.”

She’s right though. If i join them, and can successfully make it to the end of the road it will tell me how to find her. All those visions of her for all those years… Her beautiful brown eyes, her soft curly hair. What I wouldn't give to see her smile for real, and not just in a vision. 

I sigh heavily as I bring my eyes to Agatha’s. I’m seriously considering it, and for a moment I almost say yes… but I know Agatha’s reputation. Even though at one point I would have liked us to be friends, I know I can't trust her. Going on the Road with her would be certain death, and then i’d never find her.

“Agatha…” I start. “I can’t. I just can’t. Now if that's all, get out of my house. I’m tired.” 

“Ok, ok” she says, lifting her hands in mock surrender as she turns to leave. 

Unexpectedly, Teen makes his way towards me. “Here” he says as he places a card in my hand. “This is Agatha’s address. Be here tonight at 6:30 if you change your mind, and I hope you will” he says as smiles. 

“Teen!” Agatha barks from the doorway. “Come on! We don’t have all day” 

Teen runs after her, and as suddenly as they had woken me, they left, and I was there to sit with my own thoughts. 

At least my tea has cooled off enough to drink. 

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SOOOOOOOOOOOO I HAD A WEE LITTLE VISION. ENJOY!

Warnings: very steamy smut intro and outro (although the edning aint that spicy), vulgar language (your baby(teenager-) lmao and you and price but shhhh mostly the kid), and tooth rotting fluff. That's it.

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"John-fuck the kids are home..." you murmured as your husband kept slowly and softly kissing your neck. He hummed, "Then i guess you'll have to keep it down f'me..." Oh the fucker. You huffed. "Fine-but you better go slow." John looked up at you and pressed a soft little kiss to your pulse. "Deal." and next thing you knew, his cargos, vest. sweater, tee shirt, and boxers were off and he had you stripped of your own clothing. God, you loved it when he came back from deployment.

You closed your eyes, trusting him to do whatever he felt like doing, because to be honest your own job had been draining today. The kids were so loud, and you burnt three batched of cookies trying to prevent your boys from eating the crafting glue your girls had forgotten to put away...but now the little angles were in bed-and you were being ate out by your husband. You hadn't even noticed the small little whines exiting your mouth, the soft "John"s you were saying.

"Fuck, love-sllrrp!-taste s'good," John mumbled into your cunt, swirling his tongue all around your clit which caused you to whine softly and bite down on your lower lip. He looked up at you and chuckled, "C'mon, Love. You know what you want-Say it." You looked down at him and huffed, "John. I'm not taking that risk-"

"MOMMMM JAKE WON'T STOP PUSHING ME-Mom? What's under the sheets?" you froze and looked at your husband with the most god awful look you could manage and he gulped quietly. "Nothing, Lena. What's that about Jake?" "Ugh-the fucker won't stop biting me!"

and up came Price from the sheets. "Watch that mouth!" "Says the one who was prolly just eatin' mum ou'-" "Elena Susan Price!" "...I'll just go..." and out your eldest walked. Fifteen was a a scary number for sure. John groaned. "And there goes our fun night." you slapped his arm. "I told you-" "Ah shut it, yeah? It's just as much your fault!" "Johnathan!" "Y/n!" "Ooouughh you have no Idea how much i wanna strangle you right now!" and John laughed. "Darlin'-I have a choking kink that goes both ways." and you groaned. "And how did i fall in love with you again?" "Mhh, no idea. Called you a pretty dove one day and you followed me around like a lost puppy for awhile." you flipped him off before getting up, putting your shorts back on and walking out of the room.

he followed, naturally. "Where ya goin', Lovie?" "Bathroom-" "I'll guard." "This issn't-....Fine. Make sure Jake dosen't barge in without knocking." "Yes, Mummy." "Fuck off, John!" and Price gently pushed you into the restroom, laughing softly. "Love you too, Babe," he murmured, eyeing the hallway. he narrowed his eyes before- "...Jesus, Mary, and Joeseph, Lance! You scared me. What are you doing up?" "Lenny was screaming sum and I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep and now i have to pee." John nodded. Good reason. Elena was Loud. Like her mom-

"Your talking out loud, Price!" "Oh mind your fuckin' business!" and the toilet flushed and he heard the tap running, he stared at the door so hard that his son sworn he would see smoke coming from it any second-that was before you swung it open and caught Price's stare, and he narrowed his eyes. "Your short, Corp-" "Say that infernal ranking again, Lt, and I Swear to God himself, I'll punch you in the gut!" and John laughed, unable to keep his stupid act up any longer. You did too. The way you too acted with each other was so dumb, so stupid...and yet so perfectly in love.

Your son gagged and ran into the bathroom and said, "If i puke, it's your fault, mum an' dad!" John rolled his eyes, "Sure, Son. Sure." he started walking back to his room and you followed, just how you used to back in the day. John looked over his shoulder and turned around, picking you up with ease and carrying you the rest of the way to the bedroom. You let out a yelp and clung onto him. "I did tell you to warn me before just-picking me up, right?" "Ye did...but i don't listen."

"So I see...We best get some shut eye. Girls'll be up in no time screaming about their presents." John laughed. "Yeah? Let's go then, Darl."

Seems you were right, John thought as he felt his youngest daughter softly punching him on his chest, "Daddy! Wake up! Its-" "Christmas? Yeah...I know, Lovie." and your youngest giggled happily as she then moved onto wake you up. "Mummy! Mummy!" You could never tire of hearing her little accent. Even having been living in the UK ever since you got married you still didnt have an accent-not a full one at least. "Yes, Dear?" "It's time for presents from Santa!"

Your don't think a rabid animal could've made such a damn mess in your living room as you watched your kids tear open their presents. Elena got a new pair of gaming headphones (due to her begging John behind your back), some new socks, a few new hoodies she found rather comfy and nice, lots of art supplies, and..."Mom. What the fuck?"

"You need some new ones, Elena." "Mom-these bra's dont even look like they'd fit me!" and John sighed, "I didnt even know that you got those for her, Y/n." "She needed them." Elena rolled her eyes and opened her next one and nearly choking on her own spit. "WHO THE HELL GOT ME THIS-!?" and she held up a pack maxi-pads. Lance rose his hand and laughed his ass off.

Elena threw them at his face, smiling. "Bastard!" "Hey hey hey! Watch it, both of ye!" John shouted, and you rolled your eyes. "Let them be kids, John." He groaned and said, "Why don't you tell them off?" "Cause I'm the nice parent and everyone's favorite. I like to keep it that way...Now, what did you get, Ellie?" and your youngest daughter giggled happily. "I got some new dresses and a lot of new markers!" you smiled, teeth and all, but then slowly turned your head to look at your husband. "Lovely...now she can draw on my walls even more, " You whispered to him.

He just laughed loving. "What about Lance?" "I...Got some new boxers, a new pair of shoes and-OH HELL YEAH! RED DEAD REDEMPTION TWO!" and John coughed. "Who the hell-....Y/n..?" "What? He sold it pretty well." "....Damn it." and your youngest son, Jake said, "I got a new toy car! and a few more dinosours and more crayons and uhm...A new cup! It has dinos on it! And words-but I can't read them too well. I know one says...R-Rrawr? Rour? I dunno."

You laughed, "I can help you read it later on after we wash it, Kiddo." "Thanks, Mama!" and after the kids finished naming all their presents, they got one more-and so did you. The whole 141.

"AYE, IIIIIT'S UNCLE JOHNNYYYYY!" Soap shouted, running into the house, from the kitchen. How did they...You looked at John and he smirked. "Im a damn good actor, huh?" "You shit." "Ye love me."

"Uncle Simon!" Your daughters shouted as they both ran for the man, he smiled under the mask-which Elena tore off. "Told ye once an; I'll tell ye again, Uncle, Dont wear this around family!" Ghost laughed-harshly wheezing sounds, "Alright, Alright, I get it ye lil' Demon." And Elena laughed.

Lance did a fist bumb, hand slap and something else looking sort of hand shake with Gaz, and Kyle, being the sweet boy he was said, "Looks like yer gonna help yer mum out cleaning, aye?" "Uhmm..." Lance blushed. "I dunno..." "That better be a yes, young man." "Yes, Lieuntant Gaz!" "Good...."

And finally Nikolai was knocked down by all of your kids jumping onto him-literally. "VWHOA! And Hello to you keeds, Too!" John sighed and, after bushing his kids off playfully, helped his old friend up. "Merry Christmas, Nik." "Very happy holidays here indeed."

You watched your eldest daughter started to slowly back out of the room, but you caught her gaze and she glared at you.

'Mom. Please-'

'Their family. get back over here now.'

'....Yes, Ma'am.' and so your daughter walked back over, your glare overpowering her own. Ghost had watched the whole thing and tried to cheer her up by handing her a tenner. Your daughter took it and grinned. "Buy yerself sum'in nice, yeah? Since i didn't have tme to get ye a gift an' allat..." "Naw, it's okay Uncle Ghost! Thanks though!" John gave his old LT the worse side eye you've ever seen him give and Ghost, even though he was already very pale, seemed to pale even more at that.

After everyone left, you sighed heavily. Never were one for long staying guests. John placed a hand on your lower back and you smiled. "I still have one gift left to give you, John..." and Your husband Grinned. "Oh really, Darling?" "Yeah...meet me upstairs in ten," you murmured, walking away. John watched you and nearly started after you right away. You knew he would so you let him but then, in the hall way-"Bathroom-Go."

You nodded and changed course, walking into the bathroom, letting John pick you up and place you on the counter. You smiled before he kissed you, nice and hard. All teeth and tongue. "John-Slow down! I'm not gonna run away, and besides the kids are in bed, we have all night, Babe." He groaned. "Sure dont feel that way t'me, Darl." and he squeezed your thighs, spreading them open and telling you, "Undo my jeans." and boy did you. Unbuttoning them, and undoing the fly and watching them fall off his hips.

"You gonna be good?" "Yeah." "Atta Girl...Merry Fucking Christmas." and his cock slid inside of you, making you whine in response, "M-Merry Christmas, John..."

[tiredmamaissy]

Forgive Me

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Part II

Characters: jake sully x na’vi reader x neteyam sully

Warnings: pure filth, dark/mean dom jake, hurt/soft dom nete, public sex, rough sex, profanity, squirting

Word Count: 3k [i swore to myself that i was gonna make this short smh]

Author's Note: this is fucked up but writing this had my heart racing, so it is what it is. i love you nete, i'm sorry.

Tags: @b-ritney , you better stop what you're doing because it's out loool (ty for the reblog btw) @jakexneytiri baby hope you enjoy plus everyone who wanted it to be a lil longer

based on this and this

"Take me here." you blurt out, frustration so pent up you couldn’t help it.

"What?" Neteyam breathes, wide eyes watching you back up against the tree.

"Just take me right here. I - I can’t wait any longer" you huff quietly, eagerly untying the knot on your loincloth.

Neteyam looks around, scanning the forest to see if anyone is nearby to witness you stripping. He catches sight of his father, far in the distance sharpening his hunting knife.

"Are you fucking crazy?" he whispers harshly, grabbing your hand that’s so desperately trying to rip your soaked loincloth off you. “My father is right there!”

"So? I need you now." you pant, pulling him in by the arm.

"So? So? So I can’t fuck you here” he leans in to rasp the words, pulling you away from the tree into his chest.

"Fuck. Neteyam. Maybe I should go and ask your father to fuck me since you’re so concerned about him." you hiss, peering up into his eyes.

Neteyam grabs your other wrist, binding them both together in one hand, hard enough to bruise your silken skin. He pushes you back against the scaly tree, pinning your hands above your head. He’s inches away from your face, panting hot air into your face.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he mutters, shoving his knee in between your legs, applying pressure to your needy little cunt.

You can’t help but giggle, pleased with yourself that you know exactly how to get what you want, when you want.

"Haah... I said" you pant, "I said, maybe I should get your dad to fuc-"

Neteyam yanks you towards him once more, spinning you around to shove your face against the tree. He tugs down his loincloth just enough for his painfully rock hard cock to slap right between your wet pussy lips.

"This is what you want?" he thrusts between your folds a few times before lining his cockhead up with your dripping entrance. "Hm? Then take it." he pants into the shell of your ear, slamming his cock inside you. "Take every fucking inch of it." he groans lowly, staying deep inside your cunt - jabbing his swollen cockhead into your cervix.

"F-fuck!" You cry out, walls of your heat clamping around him, trying so desperately to stretch out enough for his fat cock.

A hand flies up to cup your mouth. "Shush, you desperate little thing. Wanting me to fuck you in broad daylight, right in front of my fucking father. Yeah?" he grunts quietly, setting a merciless pace right off the bat.

Your muffled, filthy cries and whimpers only rile him up more, making him pound into your slippery, tight cunt.

Fuck, does it feel good.

"Mmmph! Mmm!" You moan, thrashing your head to get out of his grip.

"Fuck. Don't fight me, baby. I thought you wanted this?" he growls lowly, digging his fingers into your cheeks, "Hush up and take it."

You're so fucking close, you just need him to go a little deeper... a little harder. You arch your back, trying to angle his cockhead to jam right into your sweet spot, all on your own. But all he's doing is teasing you, brushing against it ever so slightly.

It's driving you crazy.

"Look at you squirming around, trying to make yourself cum." he thrusts right into your sweet spot. "Yeah, I know exactly where it is. But, oh sweetheart. You'll have to fucking earn it, won't you?" he pants, plunging two fingers into your mouth.

This how he likes to play. He'll act all sweet, and considerate, and the moment you do something - say something to piss him off he's quick to put you in your fucking place. Then he'll tease, and tease you, taking joy in watching you squirm around as you try to make him fuck you out right. Making you beg him to fuck you faster - harder, all so you can cover his cock with your cum.

Fuck. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck me harder!" you squeal, biting down onto his fingers.

"Sst!" he yanks his fingers out your mouth, "Shut it. You're so fucking needy. So fucking noisy." he growls deeply, manhandling your hips to drill his cock deep inside you.

"That’s no way to talk to a lady. Thought I taught ya better than that, son" Jake interrupts, arms crossed over his chest, leg propped up on a large tree stump.

"Shit. I - I" Neteyam stutters, frozen - cock still buried deep inside you.

You hide your flushed face into your arms, mortified that the Olo'eyktan has caught you two in the act - in public at that.

"Oh, sweetheart. Is my boy not treating ya right?" he clicks his tongue, trying to have a good luck at your face.

"Sir, I - I can explain." Neteyam starts pulling out of you, making you whimper quietly.

"No - no. Go ahead, son. Let's see if you've learned anything that I've been tryna drill into that goddamn head of yours." Jake snaps, taking a seat on the tree stump, gesturing for him to continue.

Was his father really telling him to fuck you? In front of him? The thought of the Olo'eyktan watching you get fucked out only made the blood pump in your veins harder, making you even more flushed... even more aroused. You'd never admit it, but you'd always had a thing for his father. Who wouldn't? A warrior with that much power and strength. Your thighs rubbed together at the mere thought, just as Neteyam slides back inside of you.

Fuck, are we really doing it? You look behind you, shock plastered on your face.

"'m sorry, love." Neteyam whispers in your ear as he pumps his cock in and out of you. He couldn't disobey his fathers orders - he would never dare.

He thrusts into you languidly, keeping his hands frozen on your hips, gaze locked onto anything but the spectator - the judge. You're afraid to make a peep, covering your own mouth as he gently grazes past the swell of your g-spot. Perhaps it was the audience, but Neteyam seemed to have stage fright. He went from pinning you against the tree, plunging two fingers in your mouth and pounding sweet squelching noises out your pussy to - well, this.

"Go on boy. Fuck her like you were before. No need to hold back 'cause of your old man." Jake chuckles, eyes fixated on your bouncing breasts.

Neteyam's hips pick up speed, rutting into you a little faster - a little harder. Little moans make their way up your throat and you try your best to hold them in, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your bottom lip.

Thrust. Right into your sweet spot.

"Oh f-fuck!" your eyes pop open, looking the Olo'eyktan directly in the face as you let loose a strained moan. Neteyam's covers your mouth once more, not wanting anyone else but him to hear your pathetic, filthy, little noises. You can't help but rub your thighs together, arching your back so that he can tickle that sensitive spot deep in your cunt again - all while you stare into his father's eyes.

Jake props his elbows on his knees, face resting in his hand as he holds eye contact with you. It's as if he were asking you for permission to fuck you properly - to fuck you how a real warrior should. You stare at Jake, teardrops crashing onto Neteyam's hand that cups your mouth, silently telling him 'please' as you squirm around trying to make yourself cum. Your eyes fall to the bulge between his legs, earning you a little sly smirk from his father.

Shit. What am I doing? Your eyes flutter before tearing away from the sight of his clothed, growing cock.

"Hands off her mouth, boy. What the hell are you thinking? You tryna suffocate the poor girl?" Jake waves his hand at his son as he gets up, an expression of dissatisfaction smothered on his face.

"Sorry, sir." Neteyam breathes, hand falling back to your hip.

He walks slowly over to you and leans into your face, inches away from your lips. "Are you feeling good, babygirl?" he asks huskily, his predatory eyes boring into yours.

"I - I, uh. Y-yes" you squeak, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Doesn't seem that way, sweetheart. You've been squirming around tryna make yourself cum." he whispers, inching his mouth closer and closer to your ear. "I can help you with that." he whispers before pulling back to look into your eyes once more.

Your eyes frantically search his, brows pinched together and mouth slightly parted - an expression of desperation. You wanted to cum so badly. You wanted him to make you cum so badly. But you didn't want to admit it. You couldn't admit it, not with Neteyam here - with Neteyam still inside you like this. You bat your eyes a few times, breath becoming raggedy. Jake smiles, taking this as your way of saying 'fuck me, please'.

"Alright." Jake stands, huffing out a sigh as if he were about to do some charity work. "Looks like I'm gonna have to show ya. Move out the way." he orders.

Neteyam grinds his teeth, hard enough he may actually chip one. He looks at his father, then down to you with defeat in his eyes. He knew he didn't have a choice here, but that didn't take away the feelings pulsing through his veins, the green flame of envy in his chest - the blood bubbling in his heart. Reluctantly, he pulls out of you and steps back, eyes locked onto his feet.

"N-nete?" you whine quietly, eyes bulging from the sight of his father taking his position behind you.

"Sorry, love." he mutters, retreating to the tree stump.

You watch as Jake quickly shifts his loincloth to the side, unsheathing his massive cock. If your eyes could pop out of your head anymore, they would. You stare at his hung cock in awe, covered in blue prominent stripes with a thick mushroomy head. He's easily a few inches bigger than Neteyam. You gulp down a wad of spit, quickly turning to face the tree once again, squeezing your eyes as you prepare yourself to be ripped into two.

"Easy. I'll take my time with you, sweet thing." he whispers low in your ear.

He clears his throat. "First." he projects his voice, "you need to get her into a comfortable position. If you wanna pin her against a tree, you gotta have her facing ya." he spins you around, bringing you face to face with him.

"Then, you gotta put her leg around ya. Like this." he huffs, hoisting one leg around his hip. "Feel okay, sweetheart?"

"Mm-mhm." you mumble, feeling something thick press between the folds of your pussy.

"Good. See, boy?" Jake raises his brows, "then, you enter her. Slowly. You can't just ram it in."

You look over at Neteyam, elbows on his knees as he hangs his head low, peering up at you through his brows. He's visibly fighting the urge to lash out at his father, or was it... the urge to cry? It's hard to tell. But the more his eyes water, is the more difficult it becomes to keep looking Neteyam in the eye.

But you can't look away.

You feel Jake's bottom lip brush against your ear. "Ready?" he whispers, rubbing his tip against your entrance - lubricating it with your thick slick. You nod slightly, still staring at Neteyam, who watches as your eyes widen, brows pinch and jaw drops when his father slowly slides himself inside of you.

Your hand flies to your open mouth, hoping to muffle your tiny, strained whimpers as his cock stretches you out.

"No need to be quiet with me, babygirl." Jake whispers, rubbing your thigh that's holding tightly onto his hip. "Lemme know if you need a minute, okay?"

Allowing your hand to fall from your mouth, you pant "o-okay. I need... a minute."

"Alright. You're okay." he hums, waiting patiently for you to adjust to his sheer size. "See, son? Their comfort comes first."

Neteyam lets out a silent sigh, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. The sight crushed his heart.

Jake feels your walls relax around his cock - your body's way of telling you it's ready to be fucked once more. All he does is quirk his brows, silently asking you if you're ready for him to fuck you good - fuck you right. Another hasty nod grants him permission.

"Now watch, boy." he commands, angling his hips from the get-go, prodding his mushroomy head right against your sweet spot. "It's about the angle of your hips. Got it? So when you... thrust ...fuck 'em... thrust ... they can't help but moan your-"

"Ugh fuck, Jake! Sorry, I - I mean... sir." you whimper.

"...name." he smiles, "It's alright sweetie, you can call me Jake."

Neteyam can no longer look, not even at you. He hated seeing your face screw with pleasure, all from his own father's thrusts. He hangs his head low, listening to your broken whimpers and whines that you tried so desperately to keep to a minimum. You couldn't help it though, your cunt is squeezing so tightly around his cock it made it hard to deny how good he's making you feel.

"And when you feel 'em clenching around you? that's when you fuck right..." he shifts his pelvis once more, angling his cockhead right into your sweet spot, "...here."

"Holyy shit!" you let loose a high pitched, lengthy whimper.

He chuckles breathily. "and that's when you pick up your speed, boy." Jake begins pounding into you, fucking the air right out of your lungs.

It's like a fire had been set in your lower back, pooling towards your pelvis to set your nerves on fire with it. You try your hardest not to cum, doing everything in you not to succumb to his insistent, relentless thrusts. But you couldn't help it - oh fuck, it was the best pounding you've gotten in your entire existence. Your pussy walls can't help but clamp around him, just as you feel his hand slide down to your clit.

"Oh, and son? Don't forget to give some love to this little nub here." he gives your clit one, quick swipe with his fingers, sending you over the edge.

"Fuck! Cumming!" you cry out suddenly, head slumping into Jake's chest as your cunt flutters helplessly around his cock.

"There we go. You're alright, sweetie." Jake holds onto you closely, waiting for you to come down from your high. "See that, boy?" Jake raises his voice, looking over at Neteyam. He's got his head buried in his hands now, ears flattened and shoulders slumped. Jake scoffs at the sight. "Not looking, I see. That's why nothing gets through that thick head of yours." he huffs, growing more and more pissed off.

"This boy ever make you squirt, sweetheart?" he hums, carrying you over to the large tree stump.

You're too fucked out to answer. Cock still buried deep inside you, every step he takes feels like a jolt of electricity surging though your spine. Little mewls part your lips, as you try your best to cling on to him for dear life.

"Ah. You're not gonna answer me either?" he clicks his tongue in disappointment, suddenly pulling out of you. "I'll take that as a no. Such a shame." he shakes his head, plopping you down on the ground right at Neteyam's feet. He yanks you up on all fours, hung cock pressing firmly between your folds once more.

"Watch me this time, Neteyam. I won't repeat myself again, boy." Jake scolds him, lining up his tip with your entrance.

You look up, to be met with watery, rage filled eyes, tears silently rolling down his cheeks. "Oh, Nete. D-don't cry." you hiccup, climbing up on his knees, face inches away from his. "I - I'm sorry, my love." you apologize, but not for being so loud and getting yourself into this position, [lol] but for how good a cock that isn't his is making you feel.

His eyes flutter in response, blinking out a few tears that were blurring his vision of you. He feels you grip onto his knees, digging your nails into them as Jake sinks his cock slowly inside of you once more. You grit your teeth, much like he is his, and struggle to hide in your expressions just how good his father is making you feel.

"I - I love you nete." it slips out just as jakes mushroomy head kisses your poor, bruised cervix. "'m s-so sorry"

Jake's only getting more pissed off with the two of you. "Yeah? You're gonna be sayin' you love me by the time 'm done with ya, sweet little thing." Jake groans in your ear, slamming into you so hard he winds you.

"Ahh haah, ngh f-fuck, Nete!” you stare into his teary eyes as you reach out for him, “Please f-forgive me” you pant, stars blurring your vision. Neteyam's dead silent, closing his eyes once more, feeling your little dainty fingers grip him tightly.

"Quiet." Jake spits, getting upset that you're moaning his son's name instead of his.

It was quite silly, really. Jake had Neytiri, and you were his son's mate yet he had the strongest urge to make you his little bitch. To fuck you so hard he'd ruin you for any other man - even if it's his son. Once again, he feels the quick, brief flutter of your pussy walls around him, right before they clench around his cock.

"Look. Look at her, son. Look at how her body responds to me when I fuck into her like this." Jake growls, slamming into you so hard that you’re swollen lips brush against Neteyam's. "This is how a real warrior is supposed to fuck, got it?"

"I love you. I do. I-I really do love you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so- oh fuck!" you let loose a high-pitched squeal, clawing at his hand.

Neteyam's eyes pop open. He can’t bring himself to answer because he’s too busy watching your face screw into that same filthy face you make right before you cum. And oh boy, did that make his heart throb.

Jake gives you one hard thrust, right into that fucked out little sweet spot of yours, making you shake uncontrollably as you gush all over your legs, making a pool of your own cum at Neteyam's feet.

"Got it, boy?!" Jake shouts, thrusting into you a final time, slumping you over into Neteyam's lap before pulling out of you roughly.

"Yes sir…" he grimaces, watching your lifeless body collapse into his lap.

"Good. See to this mess." Jake spits as he quickly fixes his loincloth, leaving you behind for Neteyam to clean up.

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[pigeonwhumps]

Superhero's pet

WoW's birthday event: day 9: aftermath of rescue | sickness | "you're burning up"

Taglist: @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

Caretaker's rescued Villain from Superhero from years in his 'care'. But that doesn't mean things are easy, especially when he's still her boss.

The blame for this goes entirely to @echo-goes-mmm.

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CWs: Villain whump, pet whump, severe self-dehumanisation, past dehumanisation, past animalisation, asking for punishment, past torture

Caretaker prepares for work quickly and silently nowadays. She needs the extra time, because she has someone else to look after now.

Villain. Superhero's former plaything. The test case in the new villain rehabilitation programme.

Or, as they call themself – pet.

They wanted to be called dog. They were called dog. But pet somehow seems like a slight improvement. They use that now, for themself.

They have the same routine every day Caretaker works, and it seems to help. She wakes them up once she's completely ready to leave. She'd gladly leave them asleep, but the one time she tried, they panicked and hurt themself. She hasn't tried since.

She shakes them gently awake. They're asleep on a human-sized pet bed in her room, snuggled under a large blanket until only the tip of their satin bonnet is visible.

They wouldn't take the bed in the spare room, insisting that "pets don't deserve beds," and she wasn't letting them sleep on the carpet. This was the compromise, when she realised even a room to themself was too much.

They wake and push themself immediately to their hands and knees, reaching out to kiss Caretaker's trainers. She takes a step back.

"Hey, buddy. You don't need to do that, remember?"

Villain trembles, forehead dropping to meet the hard carpet. "Your pet is sorry, Mistress. Please punish it."

"Not happening. Come on, get dressed and then it's time for breakfast."

Caretaker turns her back as quickly as possible as Villain starts stripping without a care who's there. She's not sure she wants to know what Superhero did to make them like this.

They won't take off their collar, insisting that it'll make them a "bad dog", but there's no bell any longer and she's working on the tag.

"Your pet is dressed, Mistress."

"Good pet." She hates the term, but they practically glow when she calls them it so maybe it's worth it? "Follow me."

Villain crawls behind Caretaker, settling into a knelt position when they reach the kitchen. She stifles a sigh. They've come on since she brought them home, but there's still a long way to go. The number one priority of which is to get them to eat like a person.

"What would you like to eat this morning, Villain? Crumpets or toast with jam?" They were their two favourites before they vanished, she knows. And they're edible with fingers, which... Caretaker doesn't ever want to watch them eat like an animal again.

"Whatever Mistress desires."

"Well I would desire you to make a decision. It's okay, I won't punish you for it."

Villain pales, visibly trembling again. "May this pet... may it have crumpets, please, Mistress? It understand if it requires a reminder of its position instead, but please show mercy on your pet for following your instructions." Then they cringe away, repeating under their breath in a monotone, "Good dogs don't ask for mercy. Good dogs take what they're given. Good dogs need regular reminders."

"Shh, buddy. It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

Villain's breath hitches. "Please remind this pet of its place, Mistress. It needs regular reminders, This pet is a bad, bad dog and it needs to learn its place."

Caretaker winces. Why does 'dog' sound so much worse than 'pet'?

"You're not a bad pet. You're very good already. Is that where your scars are from?"

"Some, Mistress. This pet requires maintenance."

Caretaker nods, glad she's already eaten. She sets the dog bowl in front of them. "Eat your breakfast."

Villain obediently lifts a crumpet (and god, at least they're using their hands now) and hunches over it, eating like they'll never be fed again.

For all Caretaker knows, that could be a plausible possibility in their mind. Did Superhero threaten that? Villain is still underfed.

She watches as they polish off their meal. As she has before, she wonders if she's using the right pronouns anymore. Sure, it/its are conditioned into Villain, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't use them. Does it?

"I'm going to work today, Villain. While I'm gone, I'd like you to clean the dishes and look after your goldfish. You can go out on the balcony if you like, but no further outside. I'm sorry, we can't risk it yet. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good pet."

Caretaker bends down and scratches behind their ear, which they lean into eagerly. "Stay safe."

Then she leaves, unable to think of anything else to say.

_

Superhero has asked to see her.

Superhero has asked to see her.

Caretaker would be nervous normally, because now she's finished her training he only ever calls her in when she's failed, but now... what if he's found out about Villain? As a technopath it was simplicity itself hacking into the system to investigate the rehabilitation centre, but what if she left some trace of herself behind? Online, at the centre itself, in her behaviour over the past few weeks... she could've done anything.

As she walks through the building, she passes many people, some of whom smile or call out greetings. She wonders just how many know what Superhero's been doing.

She hadn't. Villain had been missing for two years and god, she was so naïve. Believing Superhero's reassurances (when she dared to ask) that they were being well taken care of, and he'd visited himself, the conditions were completely up to scratch. They should be no worry of Caretaker's now. His terrible lies that make her blood boil.

She knocks on his office door and waits for a response before entering.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

His eyes are ice cold behind his smile. "Yes. I wanted to ask how you're doing."

"Sir?"

"After Villain's escape. I notice your success rate is down recently."

"Oh." She twists her fingers behind her back. Of course she has, she's not arresting anyone else to be hauled off and tortured into Villain's state or worse. "I'm sorry, sir, I've just been worried about Villain." Not a lie. "I'll do better."

"Mm." He steeples his hands together under his chin, watching her steadily with the gaze of the agency's golden boy, and it's in moments like these that she's reminded of how brutal his training was. How unforgiving. "Any idea where he could be?"

Her mind flashes back to a morning during Villain's first week with her, when they'd licked spilt jam off the kitchen floor because "bad dogs don't waste food".

"No, sir."

"Pity. As their nemesis, I expect you to do better."

"I expect you to do better, Caretaker. We'll try again in an hour."

Caretaker shivers. At least she no longer has to be trained by Superhero.

Why did she ever like and trust him?

"Sorry, sir."

"Let me know if you find anything. Dismissed." He flicks a hand towards the door and she exits obediently. You don't argue with Superhero, even if you're not trying to keep a low profile.

Às soon as she's far enough away, she leans against a wall and closes her eyes, breathing hard. She is so, so glad she doesn't regularly carry a knife around with her. Stabbing Superhero 47 times in the chest might be a slight giveaway that she no longer likes him.

_

Caretaker returns home to the smell of chemicals and Villain kneeling on the freshly-cleaned carpet, behind an array of implements. Lighter, matches, fire poker, broom, knife, bleach, rope, salt...

"Villain, what..."

"You have been stressed, Mistress, and this pet is overdue its maintenance. This pet thought that this might help, as it did Master." Then they say somewhat proudly, "This pet used its initiative, as you requested. Has it pleased you, Mistress?"

The pieces finally click and Caretaker stumbles back, hand flying to her mouth, horrified. Villain thought... Caretaker would want to torture them because she was stressed? More than that, they fetched all these torture implements and brought them together in an effort to please her, knowing how they would be used?

"I... put those away, Villain, please. We won't be needing those tonight. And once you're finished go and wait in the living room. I think we need to talk again."

"Yes, Mistress." They pick up the first implement (a hammer) and crawl awkwardly towards the cupboard where the DIY stuff is kept. Caretaker thinks about reminding them they can walk, but they're shaking so much already. It probably wouldn't do any good.

She changes into something more comfortable before turning the kettle on, her own hands shaking. God. It feels like every day she discovers some new, despicable thing Superhero has done. Forget the knives – she could kill him with her bare hands.

She used to just be able to relax after work. Those were the days. But– she can't very well just leave Villain. They're her responsibility, and she's their only option.

Sighing, she carefully carries two cups of chamomile tea into the living room and sets them down on the coffee table. Villain is knelt in what must be the most uncomfortable corner of the room – difficult to find, as the place is tidier than she's ever seen it.

"Will you come and join me on the sofa, please, Villain? Or at least beside the sofa, if it makes you feel more comfortable."

She's sure they'll do that, they always do, and she arranges soft cushions on the hard carpet to make it more comfortable, since the rug doesn't reach far enough. At least she's always had far too many cushions.

She lives in hope that one day they'll feel comfortable enough to start using furniture again.

"So, first things first. Thank you for cleaning the house so thoroughly. It's never been so sparkling. You didn't have to, but I'm very grateful you did. And I'm proud of you for using your initiative, please keep doing so. However, stop bringing me torture implements. That's an order. I'm not going to punish you, Villain, and nobody deserves being hurt by any of that. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. This pet apologises for not letting you choose the method of punishment completely. It will do better in future."

"No, that's not what I–" She cuts off, pinching her brow. She's not going to get them to understand, at least not yet. "Thank you, buddy. Now, why don't we both relax? I'll find us something we'll both like."

"Yes, Mistress."

They settle for an episode of Great British Bake Off in the end. Not that Villain ever comments either way, but they did when they still fought each other and if Villain lied to her about their preferences then that's their own fault.

Villain rests their head on her lap and watches the screen sideways, eyes half-closed. Caretaker rubs small circles into their shoulders.

She feels so incredibly guilty for arresting them in the first place. She's responsible for this, albeit indirectly. The Villain she knew would never have forgiven her.

Speaking of which...

"Why are you never angry with me, Villain? I'm the reason you were tortured for two years."

Villain glances up from under their lashes for just a second.

"Good dogs don't bark."

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I was tagged by lovely @starfleetteddybear

And now I'm tagging everyone I can think of because you all already know I adore being a fly on the wall, continually being fed by yalls lips @heylittleriotact @lavenderprose @caffeinatedmunchkin @aldisobey @fenharel-babe @lafaiette and everyone else (seriously, I am so serious, so super serious, freaking tag me to read it)

I don't write in order so this isn't technically "first page or first sentence" or whatever, but it is the first thing in the document. It's not edited or anything, so yeah

I'm not working on anything in particular at the moment, but this is from a Emmlich x Rook creepy, not-happy, definitely morbid one-shot

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Her hand dangles from her wrist like an afterthought, a relic of some forgotten desecration. Hours ago, it was ordinary: warm, alive, unremarkable. Now, the skin stretches taut and shiny, the color of old wax, fissured at the knuckles, crisp and lifeless. The nails are beginning their exodus, retreating one by one, and the bones beneath flex with a quiet, unnatural creak, like a poorly oiled hinge. Each movement elicits a sound, a faint, unbearable crackle, as though the hand itself is trying to speak, trying to beg for stillness. 

Her arm betrays her further, holding onto the hand as though it remains unchanged, blind to the ruin at its end. The arm insists there is nothing wrong, and for a moment she wishes she could share in its delusion. 

"You have done well, Bellara. Thank you for bringing her here. You may leave," Emmrich says, his voice drifting through the fog of her horror. 

She blinks, her gaze slipping downward. His feet. They look normal. His voice, so calm, so kind, as if nothing in the world had shifted. But when he touches her hand she sees the wrappings around his fingers, the frayed edges of fabric, and something inside her mind explodes, splinters into a thousand jagged shards. 

The sound that escapes her lips is not quite a scream. Her lungs are too hollow for that. It is a keening, a whimper, the noise of a wounded animal, ribs already shattered, being struck again. She cannot look at his hand, and yet she does, helpless, dragged to the sight as though by hooks lodged in her skull. Even as the glamour rushes back around him like a second skin, summoned hastily to soothe her panic, she sees it. Beneath the wrappings, beneath the illusion. She sees what lies hidden, what should never be seen. She does not need to see it clearly. She has seen it before.

She imagines the layers of herself peeled away in the same manner: skin slipping like the rind of a fruit plunged into boiling water, sloughing off to reveal raw muscle, wet and glistening. The muscle stripped clean, sinew unwound like thread, veins plucked and discarded, the bone beneath polished to a gleam until it is no longer hers, until it is no longer anything but a thing that must be hidden, bound, wrapped. Her hand, no longer her hand, becoming his hand. Becoming him.

She stumbles backward, choking on her terror, pushing, pleading, begging—away, away, away.

"Oh, no, no," Emmrich murmurs, soft and quick, catching her wrist before she can fully recoil. His fingers press into her, their texture wrong despite the illusion of skin. The glamour is seamless, his hand as it once was: warm, familiar. It looks right, yes, but the feel of it betrays him. 

"My darling, my darling," he coos. "It is but a malfunction, nothing more. I will fix it." 

And he does. She does not know how, does not understand the spell he weaves, the threads of magic pulled like a puppeteer’s strings. She only knows the sensation: the slowing of time as though the world itself hesitates to watch. The veins in her hand reinflate, blood coursing sluggishly, obediently. The yellowed, parchment-thin skin blushes pink again, fat plumping her fingertips, the flesh regaining its softness. 

The medallion stops its maddening thrumming at last, silent after being stirred to life by Bellara’s cursed artifact. Silent, but still there, still pulsing faintly against the edge of her mind. 

Emmrich smiles at her then, the smile he no longer has, the one the glamour keeps for him. It is a lie, but a convincing one. She realizes, distantly, that she has stopped crying. 

"It just needs a few adjustments," he says, lifting the medallion from between her breasts to rub its surface idly, reverently, like a craftsman tending to his finest tool. "Simple as that."

[baka-bakeneko]

Sets - Toji Fushiguro

Toji Fushiguro x AFAB reader

tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, bad dom Toji, workout routine, stamina training, hint to exhibitionism, taking orders, did i say you were done?, punishment, pussy slapping, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, hint to lick the bowl a/n: i'm sorry, i'm taking a break to see if i can write on my edge shit, but if i don't then don't look at me. also, this idea came from those videos of girls rolling off the leg press and a dude coming and picking them up and putting them back on the machine. also i'm sorry megumi, my baby, don't look at your whore father honey. synopsis: Toji thinks you should work on your stamina. wc: 2.67k

You were only here for Toji's sake. He'd asked - let's be honest Toji never asked - you to come along with him to the gym because your yoga routines were doing nothing for your stamina. While it was true that Toji went way longer than you ever did in a singular night, you didn't want him to mention such things in front of his son.

You'd rested a hand on Megumi's head, tousling his hair with a glance over to him. "You gonna be okay?"

Toji cut his eyes to the front door, grabbing his gym bag and stepping out of the kitchen. "Let's go!"

You bent and kissed Megumi's forehead. "Be good."

Now you were following Toji through the gym, arms crossed at this man. He stopped just before the free weights, dropping his bag to the side.

Toji raised a brow at you, your jacket covering your workout set. "Take it off."

You glanced down at it, then around to the seemingly empty gym, and unzipped it. You shrugged it off, feeling Toji's steely dark eyes pierce and rake over the skin you revealed.

Not that Toji was a jealous man, but he had a thing for marking territory. He looked aorund the gym, ignoring your general sweep before he deemed it worthy.

He snapped his fingers, pointed just before him. "Stretch."

You turned, assuming first position by crossing an arm over your chest and pulling it tight with your other. While you did so, Toji stood close behind you, eyeing your form and offering minor adjustments.

When he deemed your time up, he tapped your hip and you switched arms. Another tap, arms up above your head with a backwards arch.

Your head rested against Toji's plushy chest as your arms barely made it to the top of his head. He tapped again and you swung forward, dropping your torso down between your spread apart legs.

"That's the one," Toji hissed, dragging his hand from his hip to the small of your back.

He curved his fingers along your back, silently coaching you to match it. Your hands braced the floor, fingers interlaced as you dipped into your hips and arched slightly.

"Hold it there," he said, stepping an inch closer to you.

You could feel the heat of his crotch against you before, but now it was pressed between your hips. The fabric of your pants did nothing to dissuade Toji's heat, his length flaccid and prominent in his baggy sweats.

Shaking your head, you held your pose until it began to burn in your back. His hand pet tenderly along the small of your back as he nudged himself impossibly close between your open hips.

"Your pussy is throbbing," Toji stated casually, rubbing his cock against you. "I feel it already."

You stood up from the position and out of Toji's grasp. "Now is not the place. You wanted me to work out so...teach me a machine."

Toji smacked his teeth and dropped his hands to his hips. "Don't be so uptight. I'm teasing you."

You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your sports bra to hide the perk of your nipples. "Not here."

He looked around the gym and pointed to the treadmill. "Look, stamina. Go."

You puffed out an annoyed breath and walked over to the machine. Stepping up on the strip, you turned it on and started a brisk jog.

As you began jogging, Toji walked up to the front of the machine and upped the level. You began running, catching up to the bar and holding onto it.

Toji leaned over to you, scarred lips pressed to your ear. "Don't come back to me 'less you're dripping wet."

You shuddered, attempting to hold your resolve as he walked away. You leveled your breath, picking up your feet and running to Toji's speed set.

You stayed locked on the passage of time, five minutes then ten as your feet became heavier with each stride. Sweat was the least of your problems, suddenly in your head with tripping over yourself.

By the time you hit the stop button, you'd ran twenty-two minutes and were damp with your legs sorely roaring.

You let the strip deposit you on stable ground, your hands holding your knees as you caught yourself. Sweat decorated the most unpleasant parts of your gym set: between your breasts, under your arms and down the seam of your pants.

It was what Toji wanted, right? You stood upright to feel your shadow of a man behind you.

"Good work," he praised, though his tone never changed. Toji leaned over your shoulder to examine your profile then lewdly licked at your bare skin. "You ready to be done?"

You shook your head. "What next?"

Toji curled his arms around you, adorning a squat belt around your waist. "I want you to work on your shit knees. You give up too easily when I ask you to ride me."

You said nothing, only grit your teeth at his claim. Shaking off his statment, you straightened your back and waited for his instruction.

"Where?"

Toji pointed to the next machine, the leg press. Though unfamiliar with it, you approached it with confidence and sat down at the base.

He stood next to your pull bar, staring at the lack of weight on the initial press. You watched as he adjusted a full bar extra, not sparing you a second glance as he wedged the pin in its place.

"How much?" You asked, moreso huffed with the second wind of the treadmill catching you.

A dark grin emerged on Toji's lips, leaning against the standing bar of the machine. "Fifty. That good for you?"

You hid a shake of your head, meeting the man's narrowed eyes and taking a deep breath. "Perfect."

You reached for the break bar but Toji's foot tapped onto your wrist, giving you pause. "Not a single break in between, or i'm adding an extra ten."

You snarled then, flaring your nostrils at him then flicking his foot away. You released the bar and braced you back and knees appropriately, holding the weight in your knees before pushing the flat piece up and exhaling as it came back down.

You focused on the machine and your breathing, the soft swirls of oxygen blotting into your vision. Still, you only stared at the weight braced on your legs and each succinct press up and down.

You kept form, ignoring Toji's scouring glare from his position at the machine stand. By the time you reached ten, your knees and thighs were blazing with heat and your stomach was rippling with sweat.

You took pause at twenty, holding each press down for longer and each press up for shorter. There would be a way you'd reach fifty, one day, but today was not that day. With a squeeze of your eyes, you pushed to thirty before blindly grabbing the break bar and applying it.

Rolling off of the machine, you hissed at the feel of your knees compared to gelatin. Your thighs were searing and tight, feeling like armed rubberbands just beneath the surface.

Toji chuckled at your futile effort, lying on your back to catch your breath and wince out the tenderness of your body. He moved quickly, bending to grab onto your belt and place you right back in the seat you'd wiggled out of.

"Toji, please," you pouted, ready to throw a tantrum though you'd agreed at the beginning. Your body had limits, you both knew that, but Toji liked the challenge.

Reaching for the brake bar, Toji tilted his head at you. "I was promised fifty."

It felt like a personal vendetta to see you squirm. You locked your knees at the base of the machine, not bracing the lift. "Please."

Toji's eyes became slits, baring down at you in silence. You knew he could be easily swayed, there was only so much begging you could do before he forefeited.

Still, he cocked his chin up and stared down at you. "You're twenty short. Now thirty."

Your brows furrowed in tandem of your pout, edging up from the starting position of the machine. "I'll do anything else. Please."

At that, Toji's eyes softened and the deviance in his grin returned. "Anything?"

You gulped at his catch on the word, but if it meant being out of this punishment, you nodded.

Toji grabbed your belt and carried you, weightlessly, to the center of the gym. He dropped you to the rubber matting in the open area and did another scan of the room.

"Take off your pants." He ordered, tilting his head in wait.

You stared up at him, an electric shock running through your back. Still, you obliged his request with peeling your sweaty gym pants down to your ankles then off of your sneakers.

Toji sneered at the sight of you, shaking his head as your feet planted on the floor to spread your legs apart. "No panties? Bad girl."

He knelt before you, his brows crooked into an expression unreadable. You sat up on your elbows, not wanting to acknowledge the sweat that glistened your reddened thighs and waist.

"Did you hear what I said?" Toji asked as you met his eyes.

Before you could answer, Toji swatted his hand on your clit twice. Hard enough to cause a sting. You blinked through the zap of pain that vibrated through you, holding Toji's stare when it subsided.

"Bad," he tilted his head with the enuncation of his words. "Girl."

Your brow cast over your eyes, glaring at him. "I did what you told me--"

Another two swats to your clit, which made your knees come together with a deep puff of air through your nose. Toji watched you hide the writhe of your body, staring at your face as it gained in redness.

"That, you listen to. But when I ask for a simple set, that's too much."

You opened your mouth to retort but was met with three more swats to your clit and then his knee forced up against your pussy.

"If I wanted excuses from you, I'd have kept you at home." Toji spat, staring down at you.

You squirmed against his knee providing the steady, heavy pressure to drive wet from you. Toji tsked, pulling back his knee at the last moment to leave you open to the cold.

"I'm sorry," you tried though Toji looked away from you. "I'll do better."

He snapped back to you, eyes narrowed. "When? Because right now, you're just a dirty little bitch."

Your nostrils flared, sitting up further, thinking the worst of the punishment was over. "You want stamina? I'll break your dick in half right now."

Toji shook his head. "Not likely."

You matched his glare, then glancing to the hard lining of his cock in his pants. "Try me."

Toji tilted his head in the opposite direction, reaching for the waistband of his pants. "Fine."

He shoved his pants down to his knees then grabbed your ankles to pull you towards him. "But if you pass out, I'll keep going."

You clenched your jaw, holding your knees apart. "If I last, you owe me."

"Owe you what?"

You lolled your tongue in your mouth and smirked. "We'll just have to see, won't we?"

Toji didn't give you a bit of warning, just grabbed your hips and thrusted you onto his at-attention cock. You straightened your elbows, bracing your hands to the floor as Toji rested on his haunches and used your body to drive onto him.

"Whats'a matter?" He taunted, forcing every inch of himself into you.

You felt stuck, feeling the tip of his cock push at your cervix. You hid a wince, he'd previously bruised the area before and he wasn't about to kiss it better now.

"Back off of that 'less you want another bastard," you snarled. The words escaped you and stung you.

Toji scoffed, driving his cock harder against your cervix then out, beginning a leveling pace. "You don't want to raise more of my bastards?"

You reached for Toji's neck, righting yourself on his lap. Staring down at him, you gripped at the nape of his hair and tugged angrily while holding back your tantrum.

There was never a time or place to talk about that. You leaned into him, baring your teeth as if ready to bite but met his thrusts with harsh rocks of your hips.

The two of you hissed in reciprocity, affected by what the other caused. Your hand grabbed at the back of his neck and squeezed, thinking of tearing through his tendons while they flexed in thrusts of his body.

Toji's fingers felt ready to tear into your hips, pull the flesh from your bones and crack you with every fiber of his being. Still, you two fucked and withheld the predatory will to strike your enemy when they were near.

You orgasmed, holding Toji's eyes as you panted. The grin on his lips was disgusting, intoxicating. "Ready to tap?"

You grit your teeth and rolled your shoulders back. "Never."

He switched positions, putting your new knees to the test. On his back, Toji tucked an arm under his head while his other held your hip.

"Go on, ride me," he ordered.

You clenched your knees to his sides and sank down on his length, ignoring the bittersweet roar that tore through your stomach. Hands bracing his chest, you lifted yourself back up and then down before you gained a pitiful rhythm.

Toji tsked his tongue. "You're pathetic."

You snarled, wishing to prove him wrong, and lifted your hips to the tip of his cock then drove him deep inside you. Toji's hand on your hip reeled back and spanked hard at your flesh, earning a stiffening of your body again.

"Do that again." He urged softly, his expressionless eyes never giving way to his enjoyment.

You did as told, rising on your knees then plopping down and pausing to writhe on the battering. Toji offered a moan in praise, low and muted in his throat.

"Again."

You did it a third time, this time circling your hips on the way down. Toji's demeanor cracked, his chest heaving at the sensation. You grinned, finding his weakness and ready to abuse it.

Your knees proved their worth with each stroke your pussy offered to Toji's cock. By the time your knees were ready to tap out, Toji had reached his limit.

He moved to switch you off of him, ready to prove your bet wrong, but you bounced on his cock a final time and earned him ducking his head to your chest.

He panted, willing to accept defeat so long as you didn't overextend your victory. Toji gulped, hands holding your hips to shift you on his cock.

Your hand went to grip his chin, tilt his face up to meet yours. Toji unfurled his tongue from his mouth, offering it as his white flag to you.

In response, you met his tongue with his, lapping at the twitching pink muscle while you rocked your hips to both of your wits ends.

Toji stopped you with a deep shudder into your mouth, cumming inside you as your cunt throbbed. The two of you held onto the remnant of pleasure, ignoring the display of you two in the public gym.

"I win," you spat, immediately climbing off of Toji and reaching for your pants.

Toji sat on the rubber floor, staring at you wrestling back into your workout pants. He cocked his jaw, hiding his sneer.

"What do I have to do then?"

You smiled, tilted your head at him on the ground. "You gotta clean up your mess before your son gets home."

Toji's brows furrowed as he shoved his pants back up to his hips. You went to grab your bag and jacket.

You stopped before him then rested your hands on your hips. "As if I'm having anymore of your bastards."

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Fatal Attraction

Summary: Two lives stripped away in a moment's glance before they could even enjoy the gift of love presented in front of them. Caused by strife and wrath, this tragic tale is not one to be taken lightly. Pronouns: Gender Neutral POV: 2nd Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Azul Ashengrotto, Romeo and Juliet, angst, heavy angst, character death, be warned this is depressing Word count: 6,201

I'm gonna totally true here, I had so much fun writing Azul's angst fic, because I took one of my favorite pieces of literature and turned it into a fic-esque work. So, this takes inspiration from Romeo and Juliet, specifically the 1996 version of "Romeo + Juliet" with Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes. That version is a lot more modernized to use guns and drugs, etc but I tried my best to minimize all of that to give a less TW tag. I did take some dialogue from the actual literary piece and translated it into modern language, BUT NOT TOO MUCH cause it was honestly really hard 😭

6k words is insane to me because it's more than Malleus or Sebek

I am so sorry Azul stans

Lights illuminate the quiet streets at night, while the city comes alive during the day. However, two rival mafias operate in the town, hidden from the ordinary citizen's eye. Amidst the danger, a casino is the only place where people can forget their problems, but two lovers only need each other for peace.

Azul Ashengrotto is a hitman and negotiator for one of the mafia factions. Well known for his work within the organization and occasional work as a dealer in the casino, Azul is as cunning and deceptive as they come, but it's just his nature.

Azul strolls around the casino with his usual smirk, basking in the glory of a successful negotiation with a company. The other casino staff congratulate him, but he brushes it off, knowing it's all part of his job.

“There’s no need to congratulate me! It is simply my duty as a negotiator.”

After setting his things down, he jokes with some of the casino staff before heading off to prepare for the evening.

Sitting in the garden of your home, you sigh and admire the flowers as the day starts. The day feels long, and sadness makes it feel even longer. You have always been kept within the property of your home. You’re a child of a mafia organization, but your father is hellbent on keeping you from the outside world. You need more, but where could you get that without permission? Suddenly, during your train of thought, a familiar voice interrupts your thoughts.

"Well, good morning, cos," said the voice, playfully interrupting your thoughts.

"It’s still morning?" you respond, letting out a small sigh.

“The day’s barely begun?” Asked Cater, confused.

“Oh, Seven, this day feels too long and dull.”

“But it’s a good day! What sadness lengthens your hours?” Cater asked, trying to sound playful to lighten that solemn look in your eyes.

“Having to sit here and waste away makes my days long and dull, cousin.”

Cater sighs and tries to speak, but your mother calls for you with an alarmed voice. Shrill screams of your name echo, reaching the sky from how loud she is.

You hurriedly ascend the staircase to the second floor, stopping at the middle platform where your mother stood with pinched eyebrows and a subtle frown.

“Madam, I’m here. Is something the matter?”

“Finally! Come! We have something important to discuss. Cater—you can leave,” she said, pushing Cater away. Your mother paused as if something dawned on her at that moment. She shook her head and hastily added, “Wait! Cater, come back! You’re part of this, as well.”

You and Cater rushed to your bedroom and were made to sit on your bed. Maids rushed inside your chambers, and you found yourself being tugged around by each one. The familiar sensation of a brush and the smell of powder filled the room. The sound of rustling fabric and barked orders disturbed the silence.

“Despite what your father says, you are of age. You should go out more—find someone to give you thrills in life!” Your mother exclaimed, helping herself to sit at your vanity table. “I’ve been your mother for many years now, and I’m deeply concerned about your… self-isolation. This is only what I think is best!”

The rest of that conversation was mostly your mother telling you how “the world is your oyster” and that you should take advantage of it. You could only listen until she was tired of lecturing you and walked off to do other things. It ended with Cater helping you get ready.

“Alright. You heard the woman. You’re lucky that I know exactly where to take you,” Cater says with a sigh and starts looking through your closet for you.

The sound of shuffling cards, chips clattering on the tables, and cheers from winners rang through the different halls and rooms. Different themes exist on every floor depending on the games. A floor filled with different slot machine games was filled with neon lights and bright colors to accommodate the vibe. One of them had restaurants galore for each type of economy class that was visiting. Vibrant, blinding colors greeted you, and the mind could easily be overwhelmed by the sight. It smelled of cigarettes and smoke everywhere, and servers held trays of crystalline glasses filled with golden champagne.

Cater brought you to a casino to de-stress. He was familiar with this place, so he knew you’d be okay here. You walked around independently since Cater left you to play a round of Hearts with others he knew.

You watched how people crowded around the poker and baccarat tables. There was a mix of emotions lingering in the casino air: concentrated, frustrated, happy, and angry to name a few. When you turned to another section, you leaned against a pillar and looked in front of you, meeting a pair of bluish-purple eyes.

He was looking at you, too. He looked—

Gorgeous.

You stepped behind the pillar and poked your head out enough just for your eyes to meet his own again. The stranger gave you a modest smile and a gaze so fine that you just had to smile back. Dressed in a black button-up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, fabric fitting his frame as two top buttons were open.

His hair was a pretty gray, and the beauty mark under his lip made his features come together like a perfect painting. His smile grew wider, and he looked away. Then you felt your cheeks grow hot.

It was an unfamiliar feeling. One only your maids and mother would describe to you as love, but is this really what it was? It felt right, but it was too new to confirm true.

When you met his eyes again, he had his hand out for you to take. You looked at the floor momentarily before moving closer and letting your palm touch his, and he guided you to sit at his table.

You looked around, then noticed it was a table of blackjack. Hmm… a simple game. He didn’t let go of your palm and dealt the cards with his free hand. You smiled softly and stared at how he held your hand as if you were glass. 

“You do realize that holding a stranger’s hand for this long is not normal,” you said while looking into his eyes, prompting a laugh to escape his lips

“Well, dear stranger, what is normal? It’s certainly not us.”

“How so?” you asked as you tried to slip your hand away again, but the gesture was met with a firm grip.

“Any other person would’ve walked away from a man with wandering eyes,” he said while leaning closer to you, but you moved away with a smile.

“Would it not be stranger if we were closer than this? Though, I don’t wish to interrupt how you are dealing with this game.”

“Oh? Do you wish to be closer? Closing the distance is not a problem to me.” His offer was tempting, but the words your mother spoke of flashed through your mind. Maybe this is something you should be doing?

“I… can allow that,” you whispered loud enough to reach his ears, quite confident that this was something you wanted

“Then stay while I deal as I please,” he whispered as he leaned closer, noses brushing for a moment before you moved away and stood from the chair you were in.

“Oh,” you laughed playfully and went towards the nearby bar, and he followed you without a complaint, “what a tease. I must say, you’re very forward and quick to act.”

“Wasting no time is what I do best,” he said, following you, watching your movements. “People call me charming and witty, but no praise will amount to anything if I fail to leave an impression on you. Don’t leave me feeling this empty, darling.”

“Why empty? Is the time spent with me so far not fulfilling enough?”

The man placed his fingers under your chin and made you look at him, then he took off his glasses in a swift move. “No, and I won’t be satisfied until I can do this...”

You felt a smile creep up as he pulled you closer and gave you a gentle kiss, only starting. After that gesture, you looked at him and kept your composure.

“Better,” Azul said after that short kiss, a smug look on his face, but he didn’t let you go.

You were a bit surprised by the feeling, but you couldn’t complain. “Is it?”

“Very. It makes me want more…” He whispered before kissing you again, this time letting it linger much longer. 

“You kiss as if you learned from a book,” you spoke softly after breaking it, but he only moved lower towards your ear and neck. 

“Hey, we can’t do this. As much as I enjoy your company, you are a mere stranger at the end of the day,” you said and pushed him back lightly, then tried to walk off. The man moved closer again and sat you down on a bar stool.

His lips found yours again, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. Your body could only respond to the kiss almost instantly. His hands didn’t let go of your waist, yet your own were on the nape of his neck and shoulder.

You don’t know how much time had passed, but you snapped out of it once Cater called your name. “Hello, Earth to cousin? We have to go!”

Cater looked at the man whose arms you were in and sighed in disappointment, clicking his tongue and pulling you away. “Come on!”

While getting pulled away, you kept turning around to watch as the man followed you, a determined look on his face as he tried to catch up. You were pulled up the stairs to the floor above and joined with the bodyguards you arrived with. 

The man remained at the bottom of the stairs, but he stared at you in disbelief.

“His name is Azul Ashengrotto, a hitman from the mafia your family fights against all the time! He’s the right-hand man,” Cater whispered to you, and you felt the smile on your face disappear. You stared down at the man but couldn’t utter a word.

“Is that…? No—they can’t be,” Azul whispered, still in disbelief.

After staring momentarily, you were pulled away, and Azul had to follow again. This continued, even with your head turning back a few times, just to meet the man following at a distance.

Azul stood at the casino door while you left, watching as your car left with a regretful expression in his eyes. “Not knowing and finding out too late—how the hell did we end up finding each other this way?” he said to himself as you stared back at him from the moving car, then he went back into the casino grounds.

After arriving home, you walked around your garden under the moonlight and sighed softly. You moved yourself to squat in front of the pool at the end of the concrete path, looking up at the moon. 

“Azul Ashengrotto… Who could he really be? What does his name have to do with anything?”

“The group that rivals my family name, but what is in that name? It’s not a hand, foot, or any other part belonging to me.” You stare down at your reflection in the water and smile softly at the thought of that man you had a slight moment with at the casino. 

You stand up and sigh, “Should he tell me he doesn’t like it, I would change it in a heartbeat—”

“Then should we change that name?”

You spin around and scream as he puts his hands on your arms, but the shock causes you to fall back into the pool with him. You quickly come up to the surface and spit out the water in your mouth, then stare at the pale indigo eyes on you.

“What are you doing here!? Did you follow me? If they see you, they’ll murder you!” You whispered loudly because of the panic, but your reaction made Azul laugh.

“That is the least of my worries.”

“But you’re the Ashengrotto, an ally of my mortal enemy—”

“I will neither, if you dislike it. What can they do to me?” He whispers the last part, moving closer and touching your cheek. “I was able to see you again. I’m satisfied with that. It’s better to be killed by their hatred than by the torture of not seeing you. You love me and I love you, so let them find me here. I want your love for as long as you’ll allow me to have it.”

You stare at his features for a moment before he kisses you softly, the quiet night enveloping the both of you. It was slow, but you could feel how he felt the same for you as you did him. The more time that passed, the more passion was being shared.

The pool water was warm, but the way he grabbed your hips with one hand and kept your head in place with the other gave you a chill down your spine, simply from how he made you feel. 

You pulled back after a while longer and felt your face burning, so you avoided looking at him. “The moon's light can only hide me so well, and now you’ve heard me speak tonight. Do you love me? I know that you’ll say yes, and I will take your word for it.”

You spoke while backing away to get out of the pool, and he followed, leaving kisses on your neck when he could. “If you love me, say it faithfully.”

“I swear by the moon—”

You sighed and pushed him back. “Don’t swear by her ever-changing beauty unless your love has conditions.”

“Then what do I swear by?” Azul asks, looking at you with confusion in his expression.

“Don’t swear at all. If you must, swear on yourself. If it comes from your heart, then I’ll believe you.”

“The love in my heart…” He whispers, then gives you light kisses again, but you quickly break it and turn away.

“Don’t. Although I enjoy this, I will have no joy in this promise tonight. It’s too soon, too rash, and—like a lightning strike—it will be gone too soon,” you said and climbed up the ladder to get out of the water, but his sudden call out made you stop.

“Will you leave me so unsatisfied?”

You turn around and look at him with surprise. “What satisfaction could you have tonight?”

“To tell me that your heart belongs to me”

He was right. He had declared his love for you, but you hadn’t done the same for him. Was this real? You smiled brightly and ran back into his arms, falling into the pool with him again.

“I gave it to you before you even asked!” You exclaimed before falling back in with him, your lips landing against his into an underwater kiss.

Coming up to the surface, you hear Cater calling for you around the house, and you shout. “I’ll be there!” You turn to Azul and pull him out, hurrying him to leave through a secret gate.

“I leave you with a few more words before good night. If you’ll allow me the honor of marriage, let me know tomorrow—in a way that I can visit you—where and what time we’ll marry,” you whisper with a smile and hold his hand through the iron bars of the gate.

Cater shouted again, and you could only shout once again. “I’m on my way!”

“May all of my fortune and my will always follow you. If you do not mean well, I beg you not to argue and leave me alone to grieve. I will send someone over to the casino tomorrow,” you told Azul before letting him go, not before giving him a kiss.

“I am yours, and you are mine. I’ll be happy to hear from you.”

“I hope you have a wonderful night.” You smiled again and ran off, and Azul walked off as well. Shortly after, you gasped to yourself and tried to find him again, rushing towards him.

“Azul!” you called out, catching his attention, and his smile only brightened your heart. “At what hour should I send for someone?”

“By 9 in the morning.”

“I won’t let you down. It’s an eternity until then.” You laugh softly and pull your necklace off you, giving it to him. He took it gladly and tightened his fist to avoid losing it.

“Good night, darling.” He said and walked away, looking back at you a few times until he was completely out of sight.

“A bittersweet sorrow that is parting, that I shall say ‘good night’ until tomorrow.” You said with a smile. Finally, you ran off into your home.

The next day, you were home alone, and you waited with anticipation for your cousin to arrive back to you. As soon as the door opened to your bedroom, you jumped up and saw Cater come in with a tired expression.

“Cater!”

“Oh, hey, cos,” he says and tucks himself into your bed, your expression turning into disappointment.

“Cater! What does my love say?”

“Your love? Oh! That negotiator guy,” he says, “… Hey, where are your parents?” Cater asked, looking at you with a cheeky smile.

“Where are my parents?” You sigh from frustration and pull the blankets off the kid. “Don't keep it from me any longer! What did Azul say!?”

Cater laughs before standing from the bed and going to your closet. He looks at your more formal clothing and then picks something out for you. “When you go out today, meet him at the church. There, a man waits to marry you later today.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement as you heard the news. You took the outfit into your hands and left to change, finding even more reason to leave your home today.

Arriving at the church, you noticed the cars parked in front were all the same. When you entered the wide chapel, your eyes instantly met his, and the warm golden lights illuminated the design.

You had always been here before, but how the room lit up now was mesmerizing. Seeing Azul made the moment even better because it was only you and him. You made your way down before meeting with him, and how sweet he was.

Speaking vows and promises while looking at your love in the eyes, you could finally understand why a wedding day was so important. You knew you would never forget this day even if fate decided to take you away tomorrow.

His hands held yours and carefully slipped a silver band on your finger. That was it. You were officially married to him.

“I love you,” you whispered, seeming as if now was a dream that would slip through your fingers.

“I love you too,” he responded, giving you a kiss to conceal it together.

Azul had to leave after that because his negotiation work was urgent, but he still ensured you arrived home safely.

Under that guise, Azul arrived at his own mafia’s headquarters. The room was a bit tense as he walked into his boss’ office, only to find a man tied on the marble floor. The room was dim and added to the atmosphere that the organization strived for.

At the snap of a finger, the man became unmasked, to reveal one of your relatives. Azul looked surprised but quickly had to hide it. 

“Boss. Is… this him?” Azul asked, looking his boss in the eye, but he was feeling a cold sweat for once.

“That’s right. You already know what you have to do. Don’t disappoint me, Ashengrotto.”

Azul nodded once and gestured to the guards to follow him with their victim, and he left behind them with a tense feeling. 

Your relative? One whom he now shared names with through his dearly beloved, but did he really want to kill this man? 

This man was a spy. Playing his organization like a game of chess, he could get away with it for a while, but his boss knew the truth from the beginning. The boss wasn’t an idiot, they wouldn’t be in the place they're in now if that was the case, so it wasn’t surprising.

This was different now, though.

Azul stared at this man’s back with hesitation. He didn’t want to do this to you, but this was his job. You knew that, too, but that wasn’t an excuse. Yet, if he didn’t do this, it was his life on the line along with this man.

You sat in your room while staring up at the statues of the Seven in your room, a warm smile on your face at the thought of your new husband, a lingering sadness that you couldn’t spend time with him.

“Oh, Seven… If only the stars could show me my husband now. If anything should happen, may the heavens take his soul and place it among the stars, so his radiance could illuminate the night, that not even the moon could compare,” you whispered to yourself while imagining Azul, causing you to smile more than you already were. “If only I could see him soon..”

Azul stood in front of the captured man with a bitter look in his eye. He called the guards off to be alone in the room, still hesitating about the choice in front of him.

“You know, you’re trembling… it’s obvious, buddy.” The man said with a laugh, his busted face still dripping some blood onto the floor.

Azul’s eyes widened, his voice slightly trembling. “What? Don’t say a word. Do not provoke me.”

“Why? Is the big man, Ashengrotto, finally scared?”

“Shut up—”

“What a baby. How the hell are you the right-hand man, if you can’t pull the trigger?”

“Don’t say anything else!”

“In my organization, you would’ve been killed for being this weak!”

“You don’t know a damn thing!” Azul yelled, swiftly taking out his gun and putting it to the man’s head. “Do you not wish to be saved? I can do that. I don’t want to do this. Not for…” His voice trailed off, a lump forming in his throat.

“Don’t be fucking weak. Do it!” The man yelled, messing around with the assassin in front of him. This man knew what he was doing but didn’t know the consequences.

The gun was taken off its safety as Azul took a deep breath, putting his personal emotions aside and speaking quieter. “To my beloved relative by name… May the Seven help you.”

The man grew confused before he was met with darkness. The sound of the gun echoing through the large room was enough of a message that it was over, but guilt started to take over the new silence.

“Shit… What the hell did I do?’ Azul whispered to himself before dropping the gun and staring at the corpse in front of him with disbelief.

You stared at the statues once again with a confused look on your face, at a loss for how to react. It had been a few hours, but you had just been told the news about your relative being killed by your husband’s hand.

“Say it isn’t so? Seven, don’t betray my heart this way… Am I supposed to criticize my husband? Speak ill of him? For the love he had for me, am I supposed to think of him as a traitor? Give up his word for actions?” You spoke to yourself, pleading with the gods above to give you an answer, but you received nothing.

Your heart ached at the deafening silence, and not even your ancestors could help you in this. It felt like your bloodline was shaming you for confiding in a sworn enemy, but you couldn't control who you could love...

Was it truly so easy to blame yourself for this?

Azul had quickly become a target under your family’s watchful eye. He had to do something, and quickly. Azul stared out the window from his office before he took a breath and fixed his glasses, only coming up with one answer.

“Guards, take me to them. I’ll be staying the night. In the meantime, prepare a burial.” Azul said calmly before grabbing his coat and leaving quickly.

You sat on your bed and tilted your head, hugging one of the pillows while thinking. Your mother left you to rest for the night, and you took the opportunity to lock yourself in. You let out a sigh and slowly stood up.

“Am I supposed to deny him? Divorce him for what he did? What a cruel thing to do to someone I love,” you said to yourself, but then you heard footsteps come in through your window.

The sound immediately caught your attention, and you were met with Azul standing there with regret in his eyes. You slowly went closer without your eyes moving away, scared that he would disappear.

“I’m sorry,” Azul whispered, his already sad eyes becoming glassy with the tears he couldn’t keep back anymore. “I swear to you and the Seven above, I didn’t want to do it—”

“I believe you. I can see it in your eyes. It was either that… or death, right? I know how this business goes, but that still won’t stop me from loving you.” You responded just as quietly, then looked over his body to make sure he didn’t have any injuries. Just doing this made your heart race.

Your hands slid down his coat to take it off, the ruffling sound of it hitting the ground mixing with the sounds of breathing and pattering rain hitting the ground outside. It made you a bit relieved that he could reach you before the rain began, but your heart rate wasn’t slowing down.

You loosened his tie and took off a few buttons so he could relax, but you were nervous. You guess… it’s kind of late to be nervous when you’re already married to him. Regardless, your hands just went with the flow, even if you didn’t have any experience in this aspect.

Azul watched your movements carefully before he leaned closer, taking off his glasses in the process. Your eyes met his indigo irises, your hands made their way to his neck and shoulder, and your heart was about to explode.

You willingly closed the space and kissed him as you knew he was about to do the same to you, but he returned it so gently. It was different from the time you met at the casino or in the pool that same night, but it felt perfect. Neither of you wanted to let go.

Morning came too fast. Azul woke up to the harsh reality of what was going to happen today. Any slight movement he made easily woke you up, but you could only give a small groan since you weren’t ready to get up yet. That noise made him smile and laugh before he sat up to see how you slowly opened your eyes

“It’s too early, and not time for you to go.” You whispered with a tired voice, still exhausted from the events of the day prior. Azul quickly moved to hover above you within the blink of an eye as your words caused him to feel warm.

“Then let’s not get out of these sheets—delay the morning by never coming out. I can appreciate just how divine my spouse looks while you look up at me like that.” Azul began playfully, slowly becoming genuine and affectionate with his words.

Before you could respond, Cater ran into your room and closed the door behind him, causing Azul to fall off your bed from surprise. “Your mother is on the way! Quick!” He said with panic, swiftly moving around to help out.

Azul got all of his things and you let him escape from the window, following him onto the balcony. He pulled you into a kiss for a moment before letting you go. “Stay safe. I’m sorry for what I did.”

You shook your head and gave him a gentle smile, placing your lips against his for a few seconds. “I love you. I love you more than anything. My life is yours.”

“My love…” Azul said somberly and sighed, placing a small kiss on your forehead. You felt the emotion he was feeling by just the way he was acting, and it left you confused. You looked at him with concern before giving him your ring from the day before.

You kissed the engraving on the band before placing the ring in his palm. “Just be safe. I will try to find out if something grave is being planned in hopes of stopping it.”

Azul just stayed quiet before he pushed you back inside your bedroom and quietly left. That was it between you two for now. You stared at the bed in front of you as your stomach began to turn in a bad way, but you could only whisper something to yourself as you fixed the robe you had put on when rushing.

“Letting someone out and bringing light in—why do I have a feeling that it will be in vain?” 

Azul stood in the church that had become special to him less than twenty-four hours ago, holding a small bottle in the palm of his hand, along with your ring and necklace beside it.

There was a war going on outside. He was the head that they wanted to capture for killing your father’s brother, an eye for an eye, and he didn’t want you to be brought into it. He was thankful that you could forgive him and still keep your love, but he didn’t deserve it after making you grieve for the loss of a relative and the loss of his presence beside yours.

He made sure to kiss the ring and the cross charm from your necklace, before putting them both on and staring up at the painted murals from the church’s ceiling, a soft expression at the memory of exchanging vows that were so fresh to him.

Without much hesitance, Azul popped open the small container and dropped some pills into his palm. His boss gave him these after he proposed to fake his death until this was over, composing a plan once a certain number of their kin had been killed in his stead.

One, two, three. Pills disappeared as Azul swallowed them. The drugs were quick, as he felt his heart begin to slow down and his breathing was coming to struggle for air. The church echoed the sounds of his quick suffering, until turning as quiet as the sleeping city he committed his sins.

In the morning, Cater ran into your room to find you clutching your chest, but not a single tear in your eyes. You were more shocked than anything. Your father stopped the war at the moment of finding out that their target was dead. Your husband was dead.

Cater, who was breathing heavily from running, went over to your side with a saddened look, letting out a sigh at the immense despair he could feel around you. “Cos, I’m sorry, but now… what’s your plan?”

Silence.

Nothing was your plan. How could there be a plan? The love you harbored couldn’t be shared with the one you married anymore. You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, a hidden tear finally dropping down your cheek.

Cater noticed your silence and went to lock your door, “He’s laid to rest at the church. I’ll take you to him.” 

Your body was simply guided by Cater now. He dressed you the best way that he could, in a way that your parents wouldn’t find suspicious. You hadn’t uttered a word or looked at him, but instead kept yourself together as if it was taking its time to affect you.

Your parents believed that you were grieving over your uncle’s death, so they left you alone. With that, Cater could take you over to the church during the sunset hour.

When you arrived, he guided you in and let your eyes lay upon the empty cathedral. The door closed behind you as Cater didn’t step in to leave you on your own. Finally being by yourself, you could relax as tears filled your eyes at the sight of the bed at the end of the aisle.

You slowly made your way closer and closer, each step making a sound that echoed through the space. The closer you got, the more detailed his body became. With gentleness and care, your hand wrapped around his and it felt weird.

“My love, death hasn’t taken your warmth yet?” You speak quietly and caress his cheek while holding back your tears. “You look as if life is still within you, and a peaceful sleep is all that affects you,” you said while leaning down to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Even your lips are as warm as the day. How precious…”

You went quiet after and closed your eyes, letting out a small sob before covering your eyes with your hands. The tears ran down your cheeks before being wiped away, not wanting to cry too bad after.

“What a cruel world we were born into,” you say quietly to your husband’s body before you look up at the ceiling above you, memories flashing through your head. A smile finally showed on your face at the thought of Azul, like his face and name always had these days.

You looked down as you held something in your hand. A small dagger with a black shine to it. You placed the tip of the blade at your chest and pierced yourself with it, the pain not being at all the same as losing the love of your life. You only let out a small wince and looked down at your husband, only to find him with a look of horror and his eyes wide open.

“No, you—” Azul started but quickly reacted to sit up and pull you to lay down where he was, struggling breaths coming from you as the blood seeped out of your wound. Azul tried to take it out, but your grip on the handle was strong even though your body was growing weak.

“What—” You whispered, tears falling down from your eyes as you tried to think, but you could only stare at Azul with a blurry vision from how fast your life was being taken away from you. “Why…?”

“Why? To protect you. Why would you follow me?” Azul asked with tears coming up to his own eyes. He held you tightly as if that would stop the slow death you were experiencing, but he wasn’t doing anything. He couldn’t. “Why wouldn’t you want to live?”

“Live…” You whispered, your slow blinking accompanied by a small smile only made this more bitter than it was, a gasp coming from you before you spoke again. “I couldn’t live without you.”

These words were soon followed by silence. A quiet breath was let go from you. Your body grew limp and still. Your hands had finally let go of the dagger that had you inflicted on yourself, but it was too late.

Azul just stared in a still stance, still holding you. He waited for something. Anything. A sign of life. Something to check if you were still there with him. When he didn’t get anything, he let out loud sobs while holding your lifeless body close to him, even putting out a few screams from the agony that surrounded his heart.

Every sound and movement he made echoed and pierced his ears with desperation and regret. If only he had told you the plan. If only he ran away with you instead, you would still be alive and smiling at him.

After his moment of grieving, he looked up and down at you, but then his eyes stopped at the blood-stained clothes you had on. His eyes locked onto the dagger before he carefully pulled it out and stared at the blade. 

The question he asked you earlier wasn’t in his mind anymore. Even if he stayed alive, he would die at the hands of your family once they realized that he was alive and that you died with him beside you. He couldn’t live without you either.

He stared at you for a moment before he took your hand into his and he closed his eyes. He placed the dagger against his neck and let out a breath before his body fell right next to yours, and a deafening silence befell them.

Two lovers. Both alike in dignity, now gone in mere moments from their organization’s strife. Young adults with so much more to life and love to share, could not stop the rage of others. A love story that ended so tragically changed the outcome of the respectful lives that they could’ve had.

[miraclewoozi]

SVT mtl : able to undo your bra with one hand.

content; boobs. smut/smut adjacent. MINORS DNI. crack. wc; 1.2k (apparently i have a lot to say on this topic lmao) warnings; boobs, i swore a few times, a funky mix of dom + sub members. let me know if there's anything you actually want me to tag this as though because i quite clearly don't know what i'm doing. /gen note; don't actually take this seriously, i just think i'm a Little Bit funny.

ALWAYS ——

seungcheol — sometimes you don’t even realise he’s doing it until you feel your bra go slack. manages first time, every time, without fail. walks past you at home and pings your bra open without warning just because he thinks it’s funny (and because you usually chase after him and pin him to the nearest soft furnishing, which always goes exactly the way he wants it to go).

jihoon — has literally magic fingers — and not just on a keyboard. smirks against your collarbone as he snaps them against the clasp and feels your tits soften against his chest. sometimes doesn’t even do it in a sexy way. it’s a love language, to him: if you’ve had a shitty day at work, it’s the first thing he’ll do for you. he hugs you tight and tells you how well you did, how proud he is of you as he masterfully flicks your bra undone, encouraging you to go run a hot bath. he’ll come join you once he’s finished folding the laundry.

jun — confidence is the key to anything in the bedroom and jun has it coming off him in waves. is it always on purpose? no it’s not. but for some reason, this guy has never had a problem with bras. then again, he could charm the birds out of the trees, so it’s kinda fitting that he can do this without struggle. it’s all in the thumb, he insists as he strips you out of the lingerie you picked out special for him. it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate how you dress yourself up for his eyes only, it’s just… boobs, you know?

minghao — a patient king. is never in a rush to get you naked and prefers to take his time undressing you, admiring you. he is always very slow, almost romantic with how he feels out your clasp beneath your tshirt and moves the two pieces apart. it’s absolutely still a one handed job, it just takes him a tiny bit longer, but those long, elegant fingers are precise and accurate 95% of the time.

jeonghan — a solid 80% success rate but is occasionally caught out by particularly stiff or bikini style clasps. never needs more than three tries though, and is frankly too stubborn to use a second hand. look, if it takes him a couple moments of struggling before it eventually snaps open? he still did it, and he’s not taking questions. it counts. stop giggling — it fucking COUNTS.

joshua — can, and does, but not always. if he’s in one of his moods, he’ll ask you to take it off yourself as he kneels between your thighs and rubs himself hard. if he’s feeling sweet, he takes his time to slide the straps down your arms and kiss over your shoulders before he even thinks about unfastening it. whichever way it goes, these moments with joshua are incredibly sensual, but there’s something about the loving way the way he hugs you close as he works it open with both hands that never has you wishing he’d get it done faster.

seungkwan — surprised both himself and you the first time the pair of you got steamy by pinging it open like a professional. you’re pretty sure it was an accident (& he knows it was one). you then walked in on him a few weeks later practicing with one of your bras on a giant teddy bear he won you on your first date to the fair. he argues that if the idea is stupid but it works… is it really that stupid in the first place? 65% of the time, he manages with one hand and never, ever fails with two. he also lavishes your tits with kisses the second he manages to work it off. a real sweetheart.

wonwoo — depends on the season, the day, the weather, and the alignment of the stars at the time of trying. somehow always manages to whip this skill out on special occasions but your average tuesday night screw either has your bra off before you can blink, or has you reaching behind to do it yourself as he murmurs all the filthy things he’s going to do to you against your ear. if you’re taking charge of him, though? sitting on top of his thighs, tickling your fingers over those washboard abs? he dissolves. can’t do that shit for love nor money. there’s something so deeply endearing about a man so broad just fumbling behind your back that you don’t even offer to help, either: you let him struggle, and struggle, he does.

soonyoung — too excitable to manage it with one hand but he loves to try anyway. the first time he managed it, he jumped up on the bed yelling about his success and it completely choked the mood. the thing with hoshi is that his arousal seems to strike at the most inopportune moments (on your way out the door for dinner, just before you have people coming over, right as you’re about to leave for work): at least half the time, you’re both undressing yourselves the minute the idea strikes and by default, he doesn’t have to worry about this too much.

chan — has managed this on a couple of occasions but he’s usually in such a hurry to strip you naked that he goes in with both hands from the start. likes to work you up from behind anyway, which helps him avoid trying to do it blindly. it’s kind of easy to undo a bra when he has you bent over the the kitchen counter. or the dresser, or a cabinet, or when he’s just pressing you against a wall with all his weight. hey, work smarter, not harder. (he’s already hard enough.)

mingyu — buys you so much lingerie and frankly, loves to fuck you while you’re still wearing it. sometimes pulls your tits out to suck on them but will usually leave your bra fastened, especially if it’s just going to be a quickie. if he does take it off, it’s a two hand job and sometimes still a struggle because his clumsy fingers can’t always coordinate the push-release thing. the more huffy he gets, the worse he struggles and the louder he whines. it’s cute, though.

seokmin — he’s just. too. needy. the second he sees a pair of tits, his brain runs a CTRL, ALT + DELETE, force shutdown. starts drooling at the way your bra hugs them, running his fingers over the lace, sometimes even forgets that taking it off is an option because it looks so fucking good on. by the time he wants to remove it, he’s so in his own head about getting them in his mouth that his hands are no longer working. has asked you to turn around no fewer than five times just so he can get the damn thing OFF and get down to business.

hansol — thought he was supposed to pull it over your head like a t-shirt the first time he tried. has been betrayed by front clasps and sports bras more times than he can count. it’s not a case of nerves, it’s a case of desperate frustration and impatient mutters of “man, fuck this” as he looks at you with eyes that say ‘please help’. don't get it twisted, hansol loves looking at pretty ones on you, for sure. he just adores you without one, too. maybe more. if bras have a hundred haters, he is one of them. ten? still him. zero? he is no longer with us. free the nipple is his motto and it’s only like, 40% for selfish reasons.

ALMOST NEVER ——

[theoneandonlysemla]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @thequeenofthewinter and @skyrim-forever

Tagging: @ladytanithia @ladytanithia @tiredela @dirty-bosmer and anyone else, I'm tired and can't really think.

So, I'm back from my vacation in Denmark with renewed loathing for my work ( @did3lphis knows what I'm talking about). I'm so awfully tired, could do nothing but sleep and can't find any motivation to write on my chapter or anything else. Also, vibes are off.

Totally unrelated: Does anyone have recommendations for music to write an assassination scene (like witnessing one) to?

Anyway, I did fabricate something in Denmark and have a longer part (because we need context) for you to read. Little info on that: Morotar has arrived at an Inn in Shore's Stone (that I totally made up) and is glad to get a bed after over a week of camping. The inkeeper is not that glad to have a Thalmor in his tavern. Anyway, great chance for Morotar to show that he is, in fact, an ass:

This taproom too was deserted, not a sign of guest or even the innkeeper. A bar stood on the gable end of the dwelling, so he crossed the room, spying into the darkness and strained his ears for any possible sounds. Nothing, only a child’s doll, lay in a corner. Reaching the counter, he peeked around the corner. Light filtered through the gap in an ajar door, a sign of life.

“Hello?” he spoke into the silence, hearing nothing in return.

His hands rested on the countertop, the fingers of his right drumming with impatience. Unconsciously, he lowered his eyebrows and wrinkled his mouth. He wanted nothing more than a warm bed and having to wait now was driving him mad. “Someone there?” His voice echoed in the emptiness of the taproom. A chair scratched over the floorboards; steps sounded. The light strip between door and frame disappeared for a brief moment, then the door swung open. A man stepped out, his hair thinning and his nose the form of a misshaped potato. As his view found his new customer, he stopped and eyed the Altmer before him, eyes narrowed in animosity. “We don’t serve vermin like you here,” he uttered hoarse, mucus stuck in his throat. Morotar closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath. Was he going to have to have the same discussion in the east of Skyrim every time he wanted to rent a room? Long ago he had given up trying to reason with the tavern owners and explain his situation to them. Only clear words were of any use with those kinds of people. Instead of reacting to the man’s offence, he pulled up a barstool and sat down. From under his hood, he glanced at the man. It was difficult to put a finger on, but he may be Imperial of origin. Too short for a Nord, the tone of his skin a touch to much of an olive undertone. “I’d like an ale, if you don’t mind,” he said, his voice bordering on monotony but still housing a friendly undertone. “Piss of to Riften and see if the thieves will give you any,” the man spat, still standing in the frame of the door. “Careful,” he warned him, turning his head to stare directly in his eyes. “How’s the wife? The girl?” All colour left the man’s face and he became as pale as a ghost, staring aghast at the Altmer. It had been easy to make that guess; the doll was a clear indication. But that, the man did not know, and he now thought Morotar knew things about him. That the Thalmor knew about him and his family. “Good,” he breathed and finally got going. He rummaged under the bar, pulled out a bottle of ale and placed it in front of Morotar. As he did so, he kept his distance, his hand trembling. “My, thank you!” He flicked the cork out of the bottle and took a sip. Bitterness and the flavour of hops caressed his palate and he looked at the bottle with satisfaction.          “Anything to add?” he continued, piercing the Imperial with his glare.

[vodika-vibes]

Those inexperienced smut prompts make me feral 👀 How about #18, “I can’t wait to take your innocence," with Jesse and a shy/nervous female reader? Maybe something sweet, but also deliciously feral??? Pleaseeeeeeeeeee

First

Summary: You have a confession to make to Jesse, and it's making you very nervous.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader

Word Count: 1692

Warnings: Uh Spicy almost smut, but no actual smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I had an idea, but I couldn't make the smut work, so I might make a sequel to this one with the actual smut. I'm so tired, I can't stop yawning.

For someone so anxious all the time, especially around strangers, Jesse has always been surprisingly easy for you to talk to, and to spend time with.

And sure, there were times when you were sure that he was only spending time with you out of a dare or because he had nothing better to do, or no one else has shown an interest in him, but at the same time, you’ve seen some of the people who flirt with Jesse.

People who are prettier, or smarter, or more confident, and Jesse always, always, firmly turns them down, and then turns his gaze back to you. Often with a kiss, or a tight hug, or some combination of the both.

It’s weird, and flattering, but mostly weird.

You’re not used to being anyone’s first choice. Let alone someone who’s as handsome and amazing as Jesse.

And yet, everytime he returns from a deployment, you’re his first visit.

And so, with time, you’ve relaxed around him. You no longer think that he’s going to ditch you the first time someone more gives him a look. 

Which brings you to today.

Today you and Jesse were supposed to go out for dinner and a movie, but the movie was canceled, and so you canceled your reservations, deciding that you want to spend time with Jesse in private rather than out in public, and he hadn’t minded, when you sent him a message to inform him several hours earlier. 

Of course, then he had to turn his comm off for training, so you haven’t heard anything from him since.

And, honestly, you’re a little nervous. Because you need to tell Jesse something. Something that he’s probably already guessed, since he knows you, but you know you still need to tell him. And you’re worried that telling him will make him treat you differently.

After all, you know that some men can be…funny…about finding out that their girlfriend is still a virgin.

You don’t really expect it to be a problem, but it still might be, and it’s that might that’s making you so nervous right now. Because you honestly don’t know what you’re going to do if Jesse does have a problem with it. 

Anxiously, you gnaw on your lower lip, even as you try and focus on the stew that you’ve been slowly cooking for the majority of the day. Honestly, Jesse just needs to hurry up and get here so you can get out of your own head.

Half an hour later, you hear your front door slide open, “Babe?” Jesse calls from the hallway, once he lets the door slide shut, “I’m home!”

His never fails to settle your nerves, and a small smile crosses your face as you cover the stew, and you poke your head into the hallway to watch him strip his armor off. “How was your day?” You ask as a greeting.

“Ugh. Rex had us running drills all day because of something stupid a shiny did,” Jesse complains, “I thought I was going to have to crawl home. Luckily, Rex showed some mercy.”

“Oh?”

“His lady came for a visit and he was much calmer when she left.” Jesse replies with a grin as he finishes setting his armor on the shelf, “I could have cried.”

“Ooh, dragon whisperer.” You joke with an easy smile, and Jesse laughs, pulling a proper grin to your lips.

He turns to you then and sweeps you into his arms, pulling a startled squeal from you as he lifts you and spins you around, before he sets you back on your feet and bumps his forehead against yours, a wide grin on his handsome face, “Missed you, cyare.”

“You always say that.”

“It’s always true.” Jesse ducks his head to catch your lips in a chaste kiss, which slowly becomes more heated the longer it lasts. And the more heated the kiss becomes the tighter his grip becomes, until he’s all but clutching you to his body.

You’re the one who breaks the kiss, suddenly remembering that you have food on the stove, and Jesse releases a strangled noise as you squirm out of his grip and hurry back into the kitchen.

He follows you into the kitchen, though, and leans against the wall as you check the stew. “It smells amazing, cyare.” He says, his voice a little rougher than usual.

“I know you were really looking forward to the restaurant-”

“I was looking forward to spending time with you,” Jesse corrects, “I don’t really care where we spend it.”

You turn the heat down, so that the food won’t burn, and then you spin to look at him. You nervously play with the hem of your shirt, and your face is slightly pink, “Uhm…I need to tell you something!”

Jesse glances at your nervous hands, and then your pink face, and he smiles slowly. “Come here, babe.” As soon as you’re close enough, he tugs you into his arms, and lightly presses his forehead against yours again, “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“I know. But this is…embarrassing.” You reply sheepishly.

“Hm…well, I promise not to laugh or judge you. No matter how embarrassing it might be.” Jesse says with an easy smile.

“Um…okay.” Your face burns a little hotter and you realize that there’s no way you’re going to be able to say what you need to say with him looking you in the eyes. So you shift and press your face against his neck, pulling an amused chuckle from his lips.

“That embarrassing, huh?”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby. I know you’re shy.” Jesse smooths his hand down your back.

“Um…I want…need…to tell that I’m…I’ve never…” You stumble over your words, and then you heave out a sigh of frustration. It shouldn’t be so hard to say this.

Jesse presses his head against the top of yours, “It’s okay, sweetling. Take your time.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, “I’m still a virgin,” You blurt out, very quickly. And then you press your face firmly against his neck and nervously wait for his response.

Jesse doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then you feel his hand so soft, and so gentle against the back of your head, “Cyare. Sweetling. Will you look at me? Please?”

You really don’t want to, but this is Jesse, so you slowly pull away to look up at him, your face still burning with embarrassment. 

He’s smiling at you,  there’s no judgment in his gaze, “My beautiful, wonderful, amazing girl.” Jesse coos, as he reaches up and caresses your cheek, “I guessed that you were, and it doesn’t bother me, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“...it-it doesn’t?”

“Of course not.” He ducks his head and presses a feather light kiss against your cheek, and then drags his lips to your jaw, “I’m willing to wait until you’re ready for me, sweetheart. No matter how long that might take.”

“Oh.” You blink at him, “Um…so…I was actually…” You hesitate and trail off.

“Go on, baby.”

“I want-”

Jesse’s gaze locks with yours, and something eager slides through his eyes, “You want-?” He prods, gently.

For a moment you avert your gaze, and you take a deep breath to steel yourself, and then you look back at him, “You.” You whisper up to him. 

You’re barely able to get the word out before his lips are against yours, the kiss immediately more heated than any previous kiss. “I can’t wait to take your innocence.” He murmurs against your lips. Your nose scrunches slightly, and he laughs, “Too much?”

“You’re not taking anything,” You mumble as your hands slide just under the hem of his shirt, “I’m giving it to you.”

Jesse grins at you, “Dinner isn’t going to burn, is it?”

“Of course not!”

“Good.” Jesse crashes his lips back against yours as he sweeps you out of the kitchen and through the apartment and into your bedroom, and he kicks the door shut behind him. 

His hands dip under your shirt, and he swiftly peels it off your body and tosses it to the side, and your bra quickly joins your shirt on the floor. 

Jesse pauses then to slide his hands across your breasts. “Kriff, you’re so soft.” He mumbles against your lips. “I knew you would be. I’ve been fantasizing about this for months now.”

“Um…sorry…”

“Nope. No apologies allowed.” Jesse kisses you quickly and then guides you to sit, and then lay on the bed, so he’s able to lavish your torso with adoring kisses and lazy flicks of his tongue. “All my fantasies did was make this actual moment so much sweeter.” He wraps his lips around one of your nipples and lavishes it with attention, and he doesn’t move to the other side until you’re moaning softly.

He trails his lips back up your body, and sucks a mark against your collar bone, and then he moves up to your neck where he lavishes all of the exposed skin with kisses, taking his time to leave marks anywhere he can. 

You squirm under him, gasping moans falling from your lips as he bites and sucks marks against your neck, “Jess-”

He pulls back and grins at you, “You look so pretty covered in my marks, sweetheart,” Jesse breathes out as he drags his hands over your exposed skin, “You’re so soft and warm and so much better than my fantasies.”

“Am I?” You ask.

He groans, “So much so.” He kisses you deeply, “Eventually I’m going to make all of my fantasies come true, but I wanna hear yours, baby. What do you want?”

You shake your head, “I don’t-”

Jesse regards you thoughtfully, and he very gently kisses you, “It’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you. And we can figure out what you like together.”

Your face heats at the way he’s looking at you. 

And he laughs softly, “I have to keep reminding myself to go slow,” He murmurs as he lowers himself to press flush against you again, “You’re making me absolutely insane, gorgeous.”

“I haven’t done anything?” You whisper.

“You’re you. That’s enough.”

[duck-at-midnight]

Inner Turmoil

Summary: Tara has dreams often, and occasionally, her dreams turn to nightmares.

Tags: Little Tara, Gale comforting Tara, Gale adopted Sam and Tara

Sunlight cut through the curtains of Tara’s bedroom and shined on the two figures in the bed. The smaller of the two laid on her stomach with a thumb securely in her mouth, remaining as close as possible to her bedmate. The two had stayed up until the early hours of the morning watching scary movies and passing a tequila bottle back and forth. 

The older of the two with eyes still closed began to hear giggling followed by the sound of a picture being taken. Brown eyes snapped open to see Amber’s phone in front of her. 

Ripping her thumb out of her mouth, she moved to rub her eyes. “What are you doing?”

”Do you always suck your thumb like a baby?” Amber teased with a laugh.

”What?” Tara attempted to play off confusion. 

“You had your thumb in your mouth.” Amber continues in a higher voice. “Just like a little baby.” 

Tara shrugged. “It must’ve just been something that happened in my sleep.” 

“Yeah, sure, just happen to suck your thumb like you’re two.” 

“Can you shut up about it?” Tara begged.

Amber smirked. “Or what? Are you going to tell your mommy?” 

“Fuck off.” 

“That’s no way for a little baby to talk.”

”Seriously, stop.” Tara said frustrated before getting out of bed. “I don’t know why I was sucking my thumb, ok?”

Amber raised her eyebrows. “I know why.” She paused. “It’s because Tara just wants her mommy and daddy like a little baby would. Are you a little baby, Tara?” 

Tara felt her eyes watering as she clenched her jaw. “No, I’m not!”

“Aw, is the poor little baby going to cry?” Amber continued her teasing ignoring the tears in her girlfriend’s eyes. “You want your mommy?” Amber’s eyes suddenly widened. “Are you pissing yourself? Oh my god, you are! I thought you were potty trained!”

Brown eyes widened in fear as she looked down, noticing the dark spot on her shorts. “I-I-” Tara started stuttering looking frantically around the room. 

Another sound of a camera came from Amber’s phone. “Can’t wait to show Mindy how much of a crying baby you are.” 

“Amber, stop!” Tara begged.

“Why don’t you cry to your mommy about it?” 

“Stop, please.” The smaller girl’s voice broke as the tears streamed down her face. She lowered to her knees in defeat, sobbing. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Tara.” The voice morphed into the terrorizing one that sent shivers up the girl’s spine. Looking up to see the mask of Ghostface staring down at her. The world around her turning dark as the windows no longer showed shining sunlight, but the darkness of the night. 

She let out a scream as she started backing away from the killer. 

“Let me put you out of your misery.” 

“Get away from me!” Ghostface grabbed her foot and pulled her back. She remembered her first encounter playing out very similarly. “Let me go!”

With Amber’s and Ghostface’s voice both coming out together, “Let me tuck you in.” The knife raising up high above making fear rise further in Tara.

She screamed as she shot up in her bed at the New York apartment. Not even a minute later, Sam rushed in and pulled her into a hug. 

“It’s ok, I got you. Are you ok?” Her older sister asked, checking everywhere on her. 

The familiar feeling was present but Tara pushed it back remembering Amber’s words from her dream. She felt like she couldn't speak but refused to let her little side take over. 

“Am-Amber.” 

“Ghostface related?”

“Ki-Kind of.” 

Sam held her closer. “I got you, kid.” She kissed the top of her sister's head. “We can wash your sheets and you can sleep in my bed.” 

The words rushed over Tara again before she pushed Sam away. “It's fine. I can take care of it.” 

Sam was taken aback. “You ok? You want to talk about it?” 

“I'm fine. You can go back to bed. I'm not a baby, Sam.” 

Still in shock. “It’s ok, Tara. We’re a team, we got this.” She made a move to pick up Tara to strip the bed. 

Pulling away angrily before snapping. “Go back to bed!” She felt eyes starting to get wet, begging silently for Sam to leave her alone. 

“Ok.” Sam backed away slowly, giving in. Before leaving, she paused at the door. “If you need anything, I’m in my room.” 

Finally alone, Tara fought off the remnants of her foggy mind before pulling her wet sheets off. She carried them to the other dirty clothes, noticing her spare set was still waiting to be washed. Dropping the dirty bedding before stripping her night clothes letting them fall next to the soiled bedding with a sigh. 

Taking a quick shower to wash the urine off, then putting on some fresh clothes. She went to the living room. The couch became inviting as she grabbed a blanket. 

Before she knew it, she was asleep once again. 

Hours later, the sun was bleeding through the windows. If she had to guess, Sam was long gone to work. Tara sat up and stretched in the assumed empty apartment.

Then a crash of coffee mugs followed by a fuck came from the kitchen. 

The air in the girl’s lungs left suddenly. She looked at the door. She could run to Danny’s. Hopefully he was home and could come take care of an intruder. Or, she could call Kirby, but her phone was still in her room from last night. 

“Oh shit, did I wake you?” Gale called from the kitchen walkway. 

Tara felt herself deflate slightly, Amber would have ridiculed her. An intruder would have gotten her by now. ”No, I woke up on my own.” 

“Good, good.” She said before coming to sit on the couch with Tara, sipping on her fresh coffee. “How you doing, kid?” 

“Did Sam ask you to watch me?”

”She was worried about you.” Gale paused. “But between me and you, how are you?”

”I’m fine.” 

The older woman gave her a look. “You look haunted. Not that Sam doesn’t, but you’re looking a bit more today.” 

“It’s nothing.”

“I’m not going to force you to open up, but you know Sam is going to be all over you when you get back.” Gale stated. It was true, Sam was at work trying to figure out how to get Tara to talk to her.

After a brief silence. “I’m having dreams about Amber.”

”What about Amber?”

Another long pause. “Before she, you know, I fell asleep at her house and when I woke up, she noticed that I was sucking my thumb.” Another pause. “But in my dream her teasing goes further than a few comments to call me a baby. Then she starts turning into… him, and just taunts me. Finally, she tells me that she’ll end my suffering but I wake up.”

”How long have you been having these dreams?” Gale asked, keeping her focus on the smaller girl.

“Not often, just last night ended up being one of those dreams.” Tara said before leaning over to cuddle with Gale. 

She accepted the girl cuddling, throwing one arm around the girl protectively. Turned on the TV to provide some background noise for the two. “It’s ok, kid.” Noticing the thumb starting to rise to her mouth. “There’s plenty of people around you who love you for who you are. I got you.”

After a few minutes of silence, Gale raised her head up to look at the girl. “Can we put a pull up on you before you drop?”

Narrowing eyes made Gale’s stomach drop. It was too late. Tara was already in her little space. 

“Damn it.”

[cornbread-but-minecraft]

Cornbread's Texture Fixer Devlog v0.9.0 - Beta 6 December 20th, 2024

while making longer posts that require a lot of screenshots kinda sucks, i otherwise really like these devlogs. they give me an opportunity to ramble about stupid bullshit that no-one else cares about. they also give me an opportunity to give context to my more... contextless posts.

for instance, last week, i posted this image, simply captioned 'woops':

i tagged this with "cornbread's texture fixer", since it was an issue in that pack specifically, but explained nothing else.

to clarify, this was not an issue with the current public version of the pack (Beta 5) like the mossy cobblestone walls are, but rather, an issue with last week's development version.

in vanilla, dogs are off center. this is something that had been brought to my attention via youtube video a few days prior, and so i shifted the model over a pixel to center it, making the amateur mistake of assuming dog armor would come with. this week, i have shifted over dog armor so that it is not visibly misaligned when Beta 6 releases.

also the lead attachment point but no-one would have noticed that anyway.

as for the rest of this week's progress, the first thing i did was make pale oak hanging signs use the stripped log texture for particles, like this pack does with other hanging signs. i did not intend to wait for the third week of Beta 6's development to fix this. i simply forgot they were in the game.

speaking of pale oak hanging signs, has anyone ever noticed that pale oak regular signs look really bad on bedrock edition??

one of the colors is just... straight up not the right one.

anyway, i've replaced it with the java edition texture, so it's fine now.

books and enchanted books have their rarities swapped in vanilla. like, i get that i'm really stretching the premise of a pack called "cornbread's texture fixer", but like... come on mojang. it's been fucked since 1.21.30!

the current line in the changelog for this reads "Managed to fix the rarities of Books and Enchanted Books, with literally negative help from bedrock.dev. Thanks for lying, y'all." which i will probably make less mean.

by which i mean, i'll make it Even less mean. earlier in the week it called them fuckasses.

fun fact! enchanted books ignore the normal rarity rules, both in terms of being uncommon instead of rare and also in the fact that they do not change rarity depending on whether or not they have enchantments.

the button for expanding and contracting the sidebar in the dressing room and marketplace is misaligned. i've fixed it, which is a thing i can do because the sidebar is stored on a different file than the rest of the dressing room.

the texture is also misscaled (like everything else in this game), but it looks comically small when i try to fix it, so i'm not sure what exactly i want to do about it. not like it's noticeable at 3x UI scale anyway.

aaaaand that's it for this week. i wanted to do more, but everything else i can think to fix would be really annoying.

i think, apart from all the parts of the pack that denote which version it is, Beta 6 is done now. should come out either tomorrow or maybe the day after if i'm tired.

[bitterlycursedstars]

Hey! I hope you're doing well! I've been scrolling the DMC tag for a while and love your writing! That said... I was wondering if I could get Dante and Virgil head canons for the differences between dating them when they're younger like in the first few games vs when they're older like the lar couple of game.ps, I just think it's would be interesting to see how being a relationship with them would change with their age/maturity

First of all, thank you so much! I love when people enjoy my writing!

Second, forgive me if this isn't to your liking, I've only played 3, 4, and 5, and I'm more of a Vergil girl 😅

(you're actually my first ask, so I'm not used to this)

DMC3 Dante-

•would smack your ass in public

•would hit on you, no matter where you are

•would appreciate it if you don't shoot him in the head, babe

•would trip you on purpose just to be able to catch you and smirk at you "Heh. Looks like you really fell for me, huh?"

•would pursue you until you fell for his charm, if you didn't immediately

•knows you love when he walks around the office shirtless

DMC3 Vergil-

•would be uncomfortable showing PDA, including hand-holding, so you would more than likely just walk beside each other in public

•would be terrified of getting close to you because of what happened to his mother, so you'd be kept at arm's length

•would be extremely hesitant to trust you for a while, and come off as cold and uncaring, when he simply doesn't know how to love or be loved

•when you did earn his trust, he'd teach you how to wield your own weapon so you're not defenseless against lesser demons

•but good luck getting out of his sight long enough to actually fight anything your own

DMC5 Dante-

•would wear your bra/thong just to mess with you

•would give you your own personal strip tease in the bedroom

•sends you dirty sexts in the middle of the afternoon, just so you have something to look forward to that night

•if he knows you're really busy, especially at work, expect to get nudes

•if you use guns or swords, he falls that much harder for you

•rides his motorcycle everywhere with you just so he can feel your arms wrapped tightly around his waist

•would pull you close to him by your waist to give you surprise kisses on your cheek

DMC5 Vergil-

•much more at ease than his foolish little brother, preferring to sit down with a good book and a cup of hot tea

•would read William Blake to you from his book of poems, especially if you're sleepy

•would be much more comfortable with hand-holding in public

•would occasionally give you a forehead kiss in public, since he'll more than likely tower over you at 6'5" (195cm)

•would give one cold look to anyone who dare look your way for longer than necessary, and Sparda help them if they hit on you

•please give this demon a hug, because he just wants to be protected and loved, darling

•definitely the little spoon, despite his height

•wants you to stay out of the devil hunting business, because it would destroy him if he lost you too

•pretends he doesn't make dad jokes, but he definitely does

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

This one goes out to @mlgssy

I'm also tagging @makowrites and @helix-enterprises117 because y'all are enabling this silly AU.

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“You’re looking a little worse for wear, Gunny.” Her words were calm. Casual. Almost dispassionate.

“And you’re looking like you’ve got your nose some place it doesn’t belong, Staff Sergeant,” he bit back. She could tell that the bark in his voice was forced… he was in some real pain, and doing his best not to show it. “Go see to your squad, and don’t bother me,” he added gruffly.

Shaddock grinned. “Why, sticking my nose into other people’s business is my specialty. You ought to know that by now.” When he failed to provide some snarky comeback, a frown crossed her lips. He must have been hurting even worse than she had realized. She stepped forward, dropping a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, you’re bleeding. Let me take a look at it.”

He flinched away from her touch. “I’m fine,” he growled. “I need to check on my people, so unless you plan to carry me around on your shoulders, get out of my way.” He shot her a reproachful look over his shoulder and tried to stand from his place perched on a log beside the fire, but he paused and his face contorted in pain as he rose partway to his feet.

The smile disappeared from Kelly’s face as she applied enough pressure to hold him in place. “Stay here,” she growled, forcefully enough to even get through his thick head. He glared up at her, his green eyes sparkling distractingly in the firelight. She filed that thought away in the quickly growing Don’t Ever Think About This Again corner of her brain and took a step back to point at his chest. “Armor, shirt, off now,” she ordered with an authority that she didn’t hold, even in the odd rank structure of The Spirit of Fire’s surviving crew stranded outside of the Milky Way.

Ellsworth was thinking just the same thing, she could see it in the way he scowled and his eyes crinkled haughtily at the corners. So she pressed the slight advantage she had earned by surprising him. “Either you take them off or I do, Gunny,” she sighed, effecting an air of nonchalance that she would never admit to not feeling. She flashed him a grin and waggled her eyebrows as she tacked on, “Imagine what your squad would say if they caught me pulling your clothes off in the woods late at night. The LT would have us knocked down for sure.”

Her teasing insistence finally seemed to wear him down. He continued to glare at her as he slowly stripped his gloves and dropped them at his feet, revealing large and calloused hands. Next, he reached up to detach his pauldrons from his rig, sliding them down his arms one at a time. Then he detached the strap holding his chest piece in place and gingerly lifted it over his head, ducking to hide a wince as he did so. Finally, he began pulling at his shirt.

The dark, thick material was stiff with dried blood and seemed to cling to his body. He hissed as he tried to gently pry it away from the skin on his left side, the side he’d been favoring ever since their rough entry sixteen hours ago. His face twisted when he stretched something that clearly didn’t want to be stretched, and Kelly decided she couldn’t take sitting and watching this happen any longer.

With a tired glance around them just to make sure there weren’t any gossiping eyes watching them, she crouched down in front of Ellsworth and grabbed at the hem of his BDU shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his voice rough and deep. Distractingly so.

Kelly shook her head. Another entry for the increasingly cluttered corner of her mind.

“I’m getting this shirt out of the way so I can see your injury,” she answered snarkily, trying to ignore the sound of his voice and the slight thrill it sent running down the length of her spine. “Are you going to keep complaining, or are you going to shut up and let me keep you alive?” she asked, pausing to look up and stick her tongue out at him.

Ellsworth paused, looking down at her as she pulled at his shirt. Finally he lifted his hands as if to wave her off for being ridiculous, but couldn’t hide the slight coloration in his cheeks. “I told you already,” he began his weak protest once more.

“‘You’re fine.’ Yeah, I heard you the first ten times,” Kelly responded with an eye roll. “It wasn’t true the first time you said it, it won’t be true the next time you say it either.” She shrugged as she finally began working the shirt up and off his chest. “Cest la vie, or whatever,” she concluded as she lifted the shirt over his head.

His dark hair was messy, protruding from his scalp at odd angles. There was a part of her - a very small part of her, she insisted for no one’s benefit but her own - that wanted to take a moment to run her fingers through that dark hair and find out if it felt as soft as it looked. That same very small part of her let out a low whistle inside her head as her eye trailed down Fred’s torso over his toned muscle and flushed skin.

Then her eyes settled on the mess of biofoam and blood just above his right hip. “You didn’t do a very good job of patching this,” she chided, pulling out a canteen and unscrewing the lid.

“I was a little busy shooting with my other hand at the moment,” Ellsworth hissed, wincing as she trickled water over the hardened foam to relax it and began wiping it away with the sleeve of his discarded BDU. After a few moments of work, Kelly finally revealed the injury itself - a gash running roughly 15 centimeters long and three centimeters wide, snaking around his side.

Kelly hummed thoughtfully. “Well, you certainly don't do things halfway, do you Gunny?” she joked. She snaked her fingertips around the edges of the cut. “This is ugly. You’re going to get infected if you don’t treat it right.”

Fred grunted noncommittally. “I am going to treat it right,” he countered, glaring off in the distance in an attempt to avoid showing any signs of discomfort or pain. “I’m going to ignore it and let the dorks in Sickbay take care of it. Just like I do with everything else.”

“You’re an idiot,” Kelly sighed, a smile turning up the corners of her lips. “Not that this is new information, of course. Just a confirmation of what everybody already knew.”

Ellsworth just shrugged his left shoulder. “I’m a creature of habit.”

Kelly ignored him, reaching back to unclip the small canister of biofoam still hooked to her rig. “I’m going to apply this right, so it can at least do its job and stop the bleeding. I’ve got some gauze, too, that I’ll wrap it with.”

“I don’t need you to baby me,” Fred protested hotly, making a face. “I am -”

Kelly turned a cold glare on him that actually managed to shut him up. “I wasn’t asking, Jumper,” she scolded. Then she felt her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. She didn’t know where that had come from… it usually wasn’t conducive to one’s health to try to reprimand a superior officer. Still, she was stubborn enough that she refused to back down now.

Not to mention the fact that Ellsworth was unsteady on his feet, his face was unnaturally pale, and he looked like he might collapse there and then if it weren’t for the pig head on his shoulders. He was too stubborn to admit he needed help, and she was too stubborn to let him get away with it. Finally, their silent duel concluded with a point to Shaddock when she began cleaning out Fred’s wound with her canteen and he didn’t raise any objection. After rinsing out the injury she carefully injected a bead of biofoam along the torn flesh, waiting for the foam to expand and harden and cover the entire wound. Finally she produced a roll of gauze and began slowly wrapping it around his midsection to help keep everything in place.

As she worked, Kelly couldn’t help but notice the pattern of angry scars that covered Fred’s back. She finished the wrap and tucked it into place to keep it tight, then let her fingers play over the smattering of red lines still exposed above the gauze.

She let out a quiet chuckle when Fred shivered under her touch. “Your fingers are cold,” he said, his voice quieter and far less defiant than she had expected it to be.

“Where did you get this?” Kelly asked, ignoring his complaint and tracing a long red line that ran at least twenty centimeters from the small of his back and up over his left shoulder blade.

“Action with some Innies on Verent back when I was just a marine grunt. One of them got behind me with a knife and tried to carve his name.” He cast a grin over his shoulder and added, “But don’t worry… I had better handwriting than him.”

Kelly rolled her eyes. Typical machismo from the knife fanatic. He probably even kept the dead Insurrectionist’s knife somewhere, the psychopath. A slight shiver ran over her shoulders as she told herself that she didn’t find that somehow attractive. She ran her fingers over to another scar, a vaguely circular mark below his ribcage. “How about the one over here?”

“Lucky shot,” came the gruff answer. “Just a flesh wound; straight through. They still put me on bed rest for a month. I learned how to solve a Rubik’s Cube because I didn’t have anything better to do and the guy in the bed next to me was obsessed with them. Gave me something to do with my hands that wasn’t getting me in trouble, so it seemed like a good habit to pick up.”

Shaddock grinned. She’d seen him messing with that silly little colorful toy whenever they had down time. She’d always assumed it was just to show off.

She ran out of scars on his back, so the ODST absentmindedly circled around to Fred’s front. He told her about the plasma burn on his right shoulder, the barbed wire puncture in his left side, and the series of small marks he had no recollection of getting all over his forearms. Finally, she ran her fingertips around the edges of a large red splotchy mark the size of her palm in the center of his chest. It was shaped vaguely like a duck, she realized with some merriment. “This one?” she breathed, staring intently at the discolored patch of skin.

Ellsworth hesitated a moment, his breath catching in his throat. When she looked up, his bright green eyes seemed far away. “There was a fire,” he finally answered, his voice no louder than a whisper. “When I was a kid. Me and my brother started it out in the barn and, uh…” he paused, his brow furrowing. “It was small. Dad saw the smoke and got it put out. But my brother was panicking and got himself stuck. I grabbed him and dragged him out, and ended up running smack dab into a burning piece of wood.” 

His soft-looking lips curled in an embarrassed half-grin as he said, “I was eight. I knew we weren’t supposed to be playing in the barn, but he was always sick and none of us had the heart to tell him ‘no’ when he wanted to do something.” Then the smile vanished, and that distant look snuck back into his eyes. “He died of Boren’s at the end of that summer. This scar is the only thing I really have to remember him by.”

Kelly watched him intently as he spoke, noting the slight sag in his shoulders and the catch in his voice. She noticed the moisture in his eyes when he turned away to blink too, but elected not to comment on it. Finally, when he turned back to look at her she noticed how close they were standing. Inches apart, close enough for her to feel the heat emanating off of him.

He looked down at her, his eyes widened and his lips parted. Then his hands slowly slid up and rested on top of her ammo pouches, his strong fingers curled in against her unarmored sides. His eyes studied hers for several long moments in a pregnant silence, then flicked downward to stare at her lips.

She didn’t quite know how it got there, but suddenly the hand that wasn’t still pressed against his scar was in his hair. It was as soft as it looked, she noted idly as she pushed her fingers through the tousled mess. Now she was just left to wonder if his lips were the same.

Her breath caught in her throat when she realized that he was tilting his face down toward hers. Her cheeks flushed when she realized that she was rising up onto her toes to meet him in the middle. Her lips parted ever so slightly when she felt his warm breath wash over them and her eyes slid shut when they…

“Gunny, you out here?” O’Hare called out from several yards away, tramping toward them through the thick brush.

Shaddock and Ellsworth both pulled away from each other as if they’d been struck, taking several steps backward to create a “professional distance.” Fred dropped to the ground to collect his discarded uniform and armor while Kelly studied her boots as if they were the most interesting things she’d ever seen in her life.

O’Hare burst into the clearing, his helmet in his hand and his spiky auburn hair slick with sweat. He glanced between the two squad leaders and smirked. “Sorry,” he chuckled in a thick Irish accent, “I didn’t realize I was interrupting your leadership summit. I’ll just come back later.”

“You’re a real cutup, Corporal,” Ellsworth grunted at his second in command, gritting his teeth as he pulled his BDUs over his head. “What do you need?”

The younger Jumper’s face was still covered in a crud-eating grin, but he at least had enough self preservation to know better than to challenge his squad leader. Right then, at least. “We just got a report, Sir. Pickup is five minutes out. I’ve got both squads headed to the LZ now.” He cast one more glance between the two sergeants and seemingly couldn’t help tacking on, “Of course, I could tell them to swing around and pick up One-One-Seven and Oh-Five-Eight first if you’d rather…”

“I won’t tell you what I’d rather you do, Corporal, because that isn’t decent in front of a lady,” Fred growled. He then shot a grin at Kelly and said, “Of course Shaddock is far from a lady, but I still have hopes of reintegrating with some semblance of civilized society someday.”

Kelly rolled her eyes. “Regular comedians, your whole outfit. It’s a wonder you don’t just kill the Banished with your humor,” she remarked with a completely straight face. Still, she couldn’t help but flush slightly at the easy, handsome grin on Ellsworth’s lips.

She slammed her helmet back down onto her head. “I’ll see you two idiots at the LZ,” she grunted, turning away and jogging out of the clearing. “Don’t be late!” she called over her shoulder. “I’m not holding that Pelican for anybody!”

With that, she disappeared into the dark.