#the back tooth in the top right side of my mouth is digging into the back of my mouth

[cakesunflower]

lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 14

Summary: Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her family’s restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didn’t see coming–one teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isn’t sure they’ll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

“Kegs have been secured, so we should be good for tonight,” John B announces from where he’s sitting on the steps of the pool, phone in hand as he shoots off some texts.

“Hallelujah,” Isla sounds blandly yet playfully, as she remains laying with her eyes closed on the floaty, enjoying the warmth of the sun against her skin.

“You’re not enthusiastic enough for my liking,” JJ’s voice comes from next to her and, before Isla can even open her eyes, the floaty she’s laying on is suddenly jerked and a shriek escapes Isla, which is silenced when she’s underwater.

She instantly closes her mouth so she doesn’t swallow any water, which roars in her ears and muffles the sound of her friends’ laughter as Isla pushes herself back up before breaking through the surface. ��JJ! I’m going to fucking kill you!” she yells, pushing her hair back and wiping the water out of her eyes before she opens her eyes to glare at her best friend roaring with laughter. Kie is pressing her lips together at the other side of the pool, clearly trying to side with her sister but struggling to stifle her laugh.

“I was trying to keep my hair from getting wet, you ass!” Isla growls, tugging at the hair tie that had been keeping her hair up, but now the wet strands were making it hard until she was able to yank it out. No point in keeping it up now.

Now she’s going to have to wash her hair before the party tonight, and her scowl remains on her face while JJ remains grinning widely. “Just making sure you’re wide awake for tonight.”

Isla throws a few more colorful curses at him, but of course he only laughs in return until she splashes him. She swims towards the steps, walking when her feet can touch the ground and walks out of the pool. “Where are you going?” Kie asks.

“Getting something to eat. You want anything?” Isla asks, grabbing her pink towel and drying herself off as much as she can before wrapping the towel around her hips and securing it there. The metal of her necklaces feel cold against her skin, hair wet against the bare skin of her back thanks to the red bikini.

“Diet Coke, please,” her sister calls back.

“Oh, me too, girl!” Cleo adds on from where she’s laying on one of the poolside chairs. 

Isla gives them a two fingered salute, slipping her feet into her flip flops and heads inside the Cameron house through the back French doors. Sarah’s parents are out at work and Wheezie is up in her room, Isla thinks, as she walks into the kitchen and heads towards the fridge.

She opens the fridge door, whistling a tune to herself as she digs through the various items to grab two cans of Diet Coke and puts them on the counter next to the fridge. Isla reaches back inside and grabs one of the chocolate pudding cups, her sweet tooth acting up.

She straightens, peeling off the top cover and dipping her finger into the pudding, scooping some up and putting it in her mouth, licking it clean and humming appreciatively at the chocolaty taste. And then a pair of large, warm, and familiar hands grip her bare waist right above the hem of the towel, and Isla instantly melts when she feels lips on her neck, a blonde hair ducking into view.

Isla’s pulse quickens, pulling her finger out of her mouth as she smiles and whispers, “My friends are right outside, Rafe.”

“We’ll hear anyone if they walk in,” he murmurs, his voice deep and low as he kisses her neck. Isla’s stomach clenches as she sighs contently and leans her head back against him, eyelashes fluttering when he nips gently with his teeth and soothes with his tongue. “I missed you.”

The breath shudders out of her, cheeks warming as she tries not to tighten her grip on the pudding cup lest she squeezes the pudding out of it in response to what Rafe is doing. “You saw me yesterday,” she reminds him through a breathless smile.

“Truth time? It’s getting increasingly impossible to get you out of my mind, Isla,” Rafe says, the heavy honesty in his words making her heartbeat seize for a moment.

He has the fascinating ability to render her speechless. Biting her lower lip, Isla turns in Rafe’s arms to face him, tipping her head back to look up into those pretty blue eyes with that gentle smirk dancing on his lips. “Who would’ve thought Rafe Cameron could be so romantic?” Isla teases, well aware her friends are right outside, but craving the warmth of his body as his arms loop around her waist once more. He scoffs out a laugh, his cheeks slightly pink, and it makes her grin as she places her free hand on his chest. “I think about you all the time, too, you know. It’s very distracting.”

“Oh, yeah?” he murmurs quietly, smiling down as his gaze dips to her lips, the desire evident in his eyes. “Hope you’re not expecting an apology.”

Isla laughs and rises on her toes to press a kiss to his lips, sinking back to her feet when he leans into her, his hands at the small of her back to keep her close. Despite her friends being just outside, the kiss is slow, dragging, tasting each other and reveling in it.

“Okay, okay,” Isla breathes out, reluctantly pulling away from him and slowly opening her eyes. “Very risky. We’re gonna get caught.”

“Scandalous,” Rafe smirks, their moment at the beach flashing through her mind as she laughs breathlessly. As they pull away, both obviously hesitant as the space between them grows, the mischief remains in his eyes as they dip to the pudding cup. “You’re gonna keep that all to yourself, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. She likes that as much as when he calls her baby. Giving an amused, close mouthed smile, she holds the cup out to him. But then he raises an eyebrow at her when their gazes meet, the expectancy obvious in his eyes, and Isla’s stomach dips as she instantly realizes what he’s—silently—asking of her.

Throat drying, Isla dips her finger into the cup, scooping the cold pudding, taking a step closer to him again and raising her chocolate pudding drenched finger, careful not to let any of it drip to the floor. A quiet, almost thrilled laugh escapes her as she rushes out, “Hurry, before—”

Rafe is swift. His larger hand wraps around her wrist, bringing her hand closer to him. His gaze is locked on hers and Isla’s thighs clench when Rafe wraps his lips around her finger. 

Electricity explodes throughout Isla’s body, the breath stalling in her lungs as Rafe’s tongue slides around the digit, cleaning up the pudding that she scooped for him. When she becomes aware of her breathing, it comes out in labored pants, lips parting slightly as Rafe licks her finger clean in the warmth of his mouth. She feels the tightness travel between her legs, pulsing, breathing shallowing out as the smirk is reflected in those wicked blue eyes.

It’s over too quickly, though Rafe takes his sweet time in pulling his mouth off her finger, now clean yet shining with the sleek sheen of Rafe’s saliva. He slowly straightens, rising to his full height, looking down at her with heat darkening his eyes while Isla struggles to get her racing pulse to calm down.

She can’t process a single coherent thought, though she’s vaguely aware she’s probably standing there like an idiot, slightly open mouthed as she tries to get the world to stop spinning so wildly. 

He’s totally going to be the death of her. And judging by the smirk on his face, he knows it—and is proud of it.

“You should get back to your friends,” Rafe quips, leaning back and taking a step away, much to Isla’s dismay. But he’s right, even if she pouts and scrunches her nose in response, which only makes Rafe break out into a devastating grin. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Isla shakes her head, snatching up the soda cans and tucking them into the crook of her arm against her body while the other hand holds onto the pudding cup she won’t be able to eat now without picturing him. “Asshole,” she hisses, trying to bite back a smile as she moves around him and out of the kitchen, throwing him a grin over her shoulder at the last second before disappearing from his view. She swears she hears him chuckle.

*****

Five hours later, when the sun is gone and the moon has made her appearance, Isla is surrounded by drunk peers at the Boneyard. A few bonfires are scattered around, music playing and drinks being poured. Some take advantage of the kegs, while others brought their own drinks. Isla sits with her sister around one of the fires, her beer cup between her legs but the two of them more so enjoying the joint they pass back and forth.

The party started a while ago and Isla’s only one drink and half a joint in, but it doesn’t stop her gaze from wandering, looking for Rafe. She doesn’t risk trying to be sneaky by pulling out her phone and texting him, not with Kie sitting right next to her. So she just tries to enjoy the party, watching people play games or dance. Her immunity, so to speak, to weed keeps her from losing all of her faculties—unlike Sarah, who takes a few hits and gets lost in her own world filled with giggles.

The summer night chill is drawn away by the warmth of the fire, and Isla enjoys the sound of people talking and music playing mixing with the crash of waves on the shore. The salty breeze dances through Isla’s hair, tickling her cheeks as she passes the joint to her sister, slowly blowing out a puff of smoke as her gaze wanders.

Unsurprisingly, her gaze glances over faces familiar and not, smiling when she spots Pope and Cleo dancing as he twirls her around. Isla’s tongue pokes the inside of her cheek as she searches and is disappointed when she doesn’t spot Rafe. He had said he would be coming tonight, but Isla hasn’t seen him yet. She lets out a quiet breath, gazing wandering up to the sky as she distracts herself by counting the stars she can see. It’s not as though she and Rafe could even hang out closely whenever he comes, just admire each other from a distance and let their eyes do the talking without letting anyone in on their secret.

It’s a fucking pain to be in his vicinity and not being able to do anything about it. Her body craves being near his, feeling the warmth of his skin and the solidness of his body, the electricity of his touch and the flutter in her chest when she sees him smile. To feel all of that, so much, and not being able to do anything about it publicly yet. But soon. Someday. She just needs to figure out how the hell to break the news to her friends and when. Either way, she’s not sure she’ll be prepared for the fall out.

Straightening her head from being tilted back, she tilts it to the side and eyes her sister. The fire glows against Kie’s warm brown skin, the light reflecting in her eyes as she lazily eyes the joint between her fingers. As Isla welcomes the warmth in her own chest—from both the joint and thoughts of Rafe—she finds herself asking, “What’s stopping you from telling JJ how you feel?”

She watches as her sudden question registers on Kie’s face, but Isla couldn’t stop from asking. As she swims in her own feelings for Rafe, how this short time with him has thrilled her, made her happy, in ways she hadn’t seen coming, Isla finds herself wondering about her sister and the boy Kie so obviously likes. Kie and JJ are perfect for each other, balancing each other out when necessary, and it’s frustrating that they’re still dancing around the edge of everything. 

Kie lets out a long sigh, head tilting back and as she uses her free hand to brush back strands of hair that escape the bandeau wrapped around her head. “I don’t know if the time is right,” she says lazily. “Don’t know if he’s ready for something like that yet. He’s dealing with some shit with his dad.”

Isla huffs. “He’s always gonna have shit to deal with when it comes to Luke. You might be waiting forever if you’re waiting on that,” she points out with an arch of her eyebrow.

Kie bumps her shoulder with Isla’s. “Why’s it so important to you, anyway?”

Isla pauses for a brief second, reveling in the haze of the weed that lightens her head, before she decides to be honest. “I want you to be happy. I see the way you two look at each other. Everyone sees it, Kie,” she adds pointedly, though with a gentle smile. “It’s only a matter of time, you know.”

Her sister throws her a look, one that is a mix between wary and bemused as she takes another hit. “What about you, huh?” Kiara counters, raising an eyebrow. “You’re so obsessed with my love life, what’s going on in yours? Anyone keeping you busy?”

Isla pushes aside the way her heart skips a beat, Rafe’s face flashing through her head upon hearing Kie’s question. Somehow, though, she manages to keep her cool, her smile at ease as she gives a single shoulder shrug. “Nope. I’m just enjoying the summer with you guys before college starts.”

It’s a lie—a big one. It tastes a little bitter, but right now, it’s necessary.

Kie groans, face scrunching and throwing her head back before she shakes it. “God, please, summer only just started. Don’t talk about college.” Huffing out a breath, she says, “But I mean, come on—there’s a lot of potential out here, no?” She spreads her arm out, gesturing around them. “You could find someone.”

Except Isla already has, but Kie can’t know that. “I’m good,” Isla snorts out a laugh, pulse quickening for a moment. “You know me and my very particular tastes,” she adds jokingly.

And as if by some answer from the universe, Isla’s gaze catches sight of Rafe through the crowd of partygoers. She rolls her bottom lip into her mouth, watching from a distance as he smiles while greeting his friends. The sea breeze dances through his hair and he, too, is by another bonfire that makes him glow in an orange-golden light. And there it is—the fluttering in her heart that comes wherever Rafe is concerned. She has to admit, it’s a new development in her life that she’s not at all upset by.

Taking the joint from Kie, Isla takes another long hit that she knows won’t do much, but it’s enough to keep her from launching off the log she sits on and go kiss her boyfriend. Her very hot, very secret boyfriend.

Isla’s neck tenses, physically stopping herself, and only reaching down to grab her cup of beer and taking a swig. She needs a distraction. She had been eager for Rafe to get here, but for what? They can’t be together, can’t dance, without her friends looking at her like she’s crazy. 

If only it were easier.

But it’s not, so Isla looks at her sister and asks, “Wanna grab the others and dance?”

A lazy grin spreads across Kie’s face as she nods. “Hell yeah.”

Minutes later, they have found Sarah and Cleo, joining the groups of people in a mutually decided area that’s designated as the dancing area. Isla’s free hand is locked with Sarah’s, the two of them dancing to the beat of a Rihanna remix with Kie and Cleo, drinks in their other hands. The music makes a lovely cacophony with the rush of waves against the shore, people’s chatter joining in but slightly muted.

Isla’s not sure where the guys are—she wouldn’t be surprised if John B and JJ were caught up in a keg stand somewhere with Pope supervising. But as she twirls Sarah around, laughing, her gaze catches something through the crowd of people. Absently moving to the music, Isla brings her cup up to her mouth, eyebrows furrowing slightly over the rim of the cup as she sips while watching some girl get a little too close to Rafe.

An obvious Kook, by the looks of it. Rafe stands with his usual group of friends, and Isla recognizes the girl as Danielle Greggs, a girl who is closer to Rafe’s age. . . With very little space between the two of them. Isla narrows her eyes, somehow still absently moving to the music with her friends, and watches as Danielle laughs at something Rafe says, clearly swaying closer to him, and suddenly Isla’s chest burns. But then—

She watches as Rafe’s gaze flickers down to Danielle and, without drawing too much attention, takes a step away from her to add some space as he takes a sip of his drink. Isla takes a deep breath, warm satisfaction coursing through her when Danielle notices Rafe’s step back and a quick look of embarrassment flashes across her face as she looks away and brightens her smile while engaging in the group’s conversation. 

Isla finds herself smirking, relieved at Rafe’s obvious display of loyalty, even if her own jealousy still brims. This—this part of a secret relationship is what severely sucks. Watching other people flirt with her boyfriend because they think he’s single, and not being able to step in and show her own possessive side. Isla tries to relax her tensed muscles, subtly rolling her neck as she forces her gaze away from Rafe. Even the sea breeze isn’t enough to cool down her heated skin that erupted at the sight of another girl flirting with her guy.

She’s yanked out of her thoughts when Sarah bumps into her with a giggle, and Isla’s eyes widen slightly in amusement as she keeps her friend upright. “I need another drink,” Sarah grins, looking at Isla and squeezing their joined hands. “Come with?” 

Isla laughs, nodding. “Let’s go, babe.”

She lets go of Sarah’s hand only to throw her arm around Sarah’s shoulders, Sarah’s own arm winding around Isla’s waist as they weave around people to where the kegs are kept. Isla’s face scrunches when they pass by someone throwing up a few feet away, a friend holding the girl’s hair back, but they’ve all been there. 

“Let it out, Stacy! Puke and rally!” Isla calls out to the vomiting girl, earning a chuckle from Emma, the girl who’s holding Stacy’s hair back as Stacy waves feebly before going back to puking. 

“Oh-ho, that’s gonna be me by the end of the night,” Sarah laughs, her brown eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed. Isla has a feeling she resembles more or less the same as Sarah.

“Not if you pace yourself,” Isla tells her through a laugh of her own. “Drink some wa—”

“Sarah, hey.”

Simultaneously, both Isla and Sarah roll their eyes in exasperation, though Isla doesn’t stifle her groan before muttering, “Here we fucking go again.”

They don’t stop, but are forced to when Topper appears in front of them. Isla presses her lips together when she feels Sarah’s arm squeeze around her waist. The wind tousles Topper’s blonde hair as he gives Sarah that half smile that Isla thinks he probably considers charming, but to her it’s just an indicator that he’s about to make a fool out of himself again in front of Sarah.

“Hi, Topper,” Sarah returns, considerably less enthused, as she brushes her hair behind her ear with the hand still holding the empty cup.

Isla’s lips twist to the side, her patience immediately wearing thin. How does Topper not notice how Sarah would rather eat sand than have a conversation with him? Is he truly that oblivious—or does he just not care? Never mind the fact that she’s been with John B for a year now. It’s about time Topper lets the candle he’s still holding for Sarah blow out.

“How’re you doing?” Topper asks her, not even glancing towards Isla, as if she’s not there. Which is fine by her because she could give a shit about being acknowledged by Topper Thornton, but his obsession with Sarah doesn’t just piss off Sarah and John B—it annoys their friends, too. Come to think of it, how is Rafe even friends with him?

“Good, good,” Sarah answers, always polite, offering a close-mouthed smile that doesn’t at all meet her eyes. Isla wonders if Topper notices or cares. It’s just embarrassing at this point. “Isla and I were just getting another drink.”

“Oh, cool, I’ll walk with—”

“Jesus Christ, Topper,” Isla cuts in, groaning as she throws her head back before straightening to glare at him. This time, he finally looks at her, that idiotic expression on his face. Isla gives him a look of her own, as though he just drooled on himself. “She’s not fucking interested—hasn’t been since she dumped you. When the hell are you gonna move on?”

From her peripheral vision, she sees Sarah pressing her lips together, no doubt trying to stifle a laugh. Meanwhile, Topper’s expression quickly transforms into an annoyed glare. “I don’t think this conversation involved you, Isla,” he says evenly with a lift of his chin.

Isla scoffs, her mouth curving up in a sardonic smile. “Thank God for that, because I don’t think Sarah wants to be involved in that conversation, either,” she counters. A glance at her friend tells Isla that Sarah is definitely trying to smother a smile. With a shake of her head, Isla says to Topper, “Dude, just let it go. She’s not into you. She’s moved onto bigger and better things—”

“What’s happening here?” John B suddenly appears out of nowhere on Sarah’s other side. But his gaze, hardened, is fixed on Topper, who immediately straightens, like he’s trying to puff out his chest.

Isla glances at Sarah, who suddenly looks like she has sobered up now that John B has made an appearance. Isla can’t blame her for that, because whenever John B and Topper are in the same space, people need to be on their toes because no doubt a fight may break out.

Gaze darting, Isla tries to see if JJ or Pope are nearby—preferably the latter, because while JJ is more liable to join in on the fight, Pope would try to pull John B away. Isla watches as John Be steps in front of them, staring down Topper, whose chin lifts as he says, “Nothing, man. Just chatting.”

“Okay.” John B gives a single dip of his chin. Isla, standing behind him, can’t exactly see his expression, but she knows there’s that special glare on his face that he reserves just for Topper. “Find someone else to chat with. Not my girlfriend.”

Oh, Isla sees the flash of anger in Topper’s eyes when John B utters the g word. No doubt rubbing salt in the wound that Sarah left Topper for John B, but who could blame her? Then again, Isla may be biased since John B is one of her best friends, but whatever. 

But that anger that Topper shows has him switching gears, Isla realizes, when he scoffs and spits, “You know, it’s only a matter of time she leaves you the way she left me.” Isla feels Sarah stiffen, while her own eyebrows slant down in a glare as Topper steps up to John B. The air is immediately tense with the anticipation—or dread—of something about to happen.

Over the sound of the party, Isla hears John B scoff. “When are you gonna let that go, man? It’s embarrassing at this point,” he says, giving voice to Isla’s own thoughts from seconds ago. “Move on—and back the fuck up.”

Those last few words are harshly spoken because Topper had, indeed, stepped up to John B. Around them, Isla can see others taking note of what’s brewing; everyone knows fire is bound to erupt when John B and Topper get into it. “Oh, God,” Sarah mutters next to Isla, her grip around Isla’s waist loosening as she takes a step towards John B, her hand reaching out to gently fist the back of his shirt. “John B—”

“Why’re you getting so defensive?” Topper asks John B, arrogantly tilting his head to the side. At this rate, more and more people are gathering, watching the scene unfold. When Isla glances past Sarah to her right, she sees JJ and Pope shoving their way to the front, Kie and Cleo right behind them. The girls look unsurprised about this confrontation, though wary, and while Pope looks like he’s trying to calculate the fastest way he can pull John B away, JJ looks like he’s ready to jump in and join. 

Topper’s mouth curves up into an almost cruel grin. “Is it ’cause you know it’s true?” Isla’s jaw clenches, and then Topper goes for the killing blow with a scoff. “Once a whore, always a whore, am I right?”

That does it.

Isla has a split second to pull Sarah back from John B, the blonde yelping in surprise as Isla yanks her away from her boyfriend, right when John B lunges forward and cracks his knuckles against Topper’s jaw. Gasps sound from the surrounding crowd, Isla’s eyes widening and holding Sarah’s hand as she tries to go after John B, but Isla doesn’t want her friend to get caught in the crossfire as Topper recovers and goes after John B.

“Shit,” Sarah curses as Isla moves her to the side, watching as John B and Topper crash onto the sand, fists flying viciously. “Topper, get off of him!”

“You son of a fucking bitch.” John B’s words are spoken through gritted teeth, in between punches thrown at Topper. He’s on top of Topper, one hand gripping the front of Topper’s shirt while the other throws another punch. “Keep her name out of your mouth, you fuck.”

“Oi, stop them!” Isla hears Cleo say, glancing over to see her talking to Pope. “They’re gonna kill each other!”

“My money’s on John B,” JJ says from the other side of the crowd from where Isla and Sarah are, looking far too entertained to put a stop to what’s going on. By the sight of his lazy yet excited grin, he’s not too worried about stopping the fight.

Somehow, through the struggle, Topper ends up on top of John B, and Isla’s heart drops to her stomach when she sees with widened eyes that Topper has his hands around John B’s neck, right on top of his bandana. And Topper’s grip is tight, judging by the way John B struggles, his face turning a dangerous shade of red to purple.

“Oh, my God,” Sarah panics, fear stricken.

“Topper, let him go!” Isla yells, muscles tight as she stops herself from launching at the blonde to pull him off. “You’re gonna fucking kill him!”

Her heart is racing, pounding in her ears, but it’s as though those words trigger JJ, because suddenly he’s there, too. He grabs fistfuls of Topper’s shirt and yanks him back, JJ’s teeth obviously gritted as he uses all of his strength to shove Topper off and onto the ground. He falls on his ass with a heavy thud, but isn’t down for long.

“Oh, you want some too, Maybank?” Topper taunts, getting to his feet. 

John B is gasping for breath, Sarah racing to him after she breaks out of Isla’s grip and crashing to her knees next to her boyfriend, fussing over him. Isla’s gaze is wide and darting, going from John B and Sarah to JJ, who shouts at Topper, “Think you’re forgetting this is our side of the island, Top! You can fuck right off back to Figure Eight.”

Isla crouches on the other side of John B, wincing when she sees the bleeding cut on his lip and the discoloration already starting on his jaw. Sarah, meanwhile, goes back and forth from worrying about him and admonishing him for getting into a fight, her panic still evident as John B calms her down while trying to catch his breath at the same time.

“Oh, God,” Isla mutters, catching Sarah and John B’s attention. They follow her gaze ahead, to where now it’s a confrontation between JJ and Toppers. People surrounding them are either egging one or the other on, or recording on their phones. 

Isla bites the inside of her cheek when she sees Rafe and Kelce break through the crowd to get to the front, behind Topper. She watches as Rafe’s narrowed eyes find Sarah, looking as though he’s searching her for any sign of injury, before his gaze locks with Isla’s. She widens her eyes at him, gaze flickering to Topper, a silent plea for Rafe to pull his friend back. 

In the past, Rafe has always been eager to jump into a fight against Isla’s friends; it’s one of the reasons why JJ, John B, and Pope hate him, and it’s as good of a reason as any. But it’s been months since her friends and Rafe physically got into it, since before she and Rafe started seeing each other. And Isla hopes that tonight that streak isn’t broken. It’s not as though she doesn’t have faith in Rafe, because she does. But as much as she loves her friends, Isla is fairly certain that they won’t have an issue picking a fight with him.

She sees Rafe’s jaw clench, his chin subtly dipping once, and a semblance of relief pours through Isla to know that Rafe is on her side on this. But the situation needs to be deescalated fast, because Topper sneers at JJ after hearing his words. “Yeah, your side of the island,” Topper scoffs with a shake of his head, that sardonic smile back on his now bruising face, since John B had gotten some good hits in, too. “But you freaks took our girls, didn’t you? First Isla and Kie—” Isla stiffens when she hears her name, noticeably catching sight of Rafe’s eyes narrowing even further, this time at his own best friend. “—and now Sarah. What, the girls here aren’t good enough for you Pogues? You gotta take what’s ours and screw them, too?”

Isla’s face scrunches up at his gross words, exchanging a look of disgust with Sarah, who looks like she’s wondering, for the hundredth time, how she dated Topper in the first place. 

“Take what’s ours?” Oh, no. Isla freezes, watching wide eyed as Kiara steps away from the crowd and storms up to Topper, shrugging off Pope’s attempt of trying to pull her back as a look of indignation fires up her dark eyes. Even JJ is suddenly not very interested in Topper, looking at Kie and putting an arm out to keep her from getting too close to Topper. “Could you be more arrogant? That is some disgusting patriarchal bullshit, Topper.”

Isla rises to her feet, watching raptly to see if she needs to step in and pull her sister back, despite the truth of Kie’s words.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, here we fucking go,” Topper groans with a roll of his eyes before shooting Kie an irritated look. “This has nothing to do with you, Kie.”

“Um, you mentioned my name, so it kind of does,” Kie snaps back, taking another step forward, JJ right next to her as Isla’s heart thumps. She’s hoping that as shitty as Topper is, he wouldn’t lay a hand on a girl, but tension still tightens Isla’s muscles. Her alarmed gaze flickers to Rafe, who is watching with that same look of concentration furrowing his eyebrows—but he’s also slowly approaching where Topper stands. Kie, however, isn’t done. “Just because you haven’t moved on from being dumped, doesn’t mean you can come here and pick fights just because your pathetic ego is hurt.”

As much as part of Isla wants to cheer at Kie’s words, her heart jumps to her throat when that previous anger flashes across Topper’s face and, to Isla’s horror, he narrows his eyes and takes a step towards her sister. Isla finds herself instantly moving forward, too, JJ growling a low and warning, “Hey,” at Topper and the threatening step he takes towards Kie.

But then before anyone else can do anything, by the time Isla has reached Kie’s other side, Rafe is right behind Topper, his hands gripping Topper’s shoulder. “Hey, hey, man,” Rafe says to Topper, his voice calm yet Isla detects the thread of edge creeping into his tone. Topper stops in place under Rafe’s grip, and Isla inhales sharply yet quietly as Rafe forces Topper to take a step back, his gaze on his friend. But Rafe’s eyes—she’s seen that look in his eyes, previously directed towards her friends. Rafe is pissed. “Forget about it, alright? Let’s get out of here.”

Isla’s narrowed eyes watch Topper’s jaw work, her heart thumping wildly and having practically forgotten about the audience around them. But they’re all silent, watching, as Topper finally raises his hands up and takes a step back, his tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek. “Fine, whatever,” Topper scoffs, shaking his head as he shrugs Rafe’s hands off of him and turns. But not before muttering, “Fucking Pogues, man.”

Isla watches as Rafe watches Topper go and join Kelce, before Rafe glances back at Sarah for a split second, who has helped John B up to his feet. Rafe’s gaze then flickers to Isla and she presses her lips together, offering the slightest bit of a grateful smile. She wishes she could hug him for pulling Topper away, from putting a stop to this before Topper went after JJ and, worse, Kie.

But he gives her the tiniest of smiles before he turns and goes, and Isla feels stuck either way, between him and her friends, with one foot in both worlds and wishing they’d collide sooner rather than later.

[star-har]

hi lovey 🩷 may i request gojo x reader tooth rotting fluff where she makes him fairy bread for first time, or baking a pie that he hasn’t tried yet before. we know how he’s an absolute sweet tooth and would lose his mind over his lover feeding into his addiction lol ��� loved nightmare so much :’)

“i made you a snack.”

you stand in the doorway to the living room and gojo’s sprawled on the sofa, lights dim as he switches pause on whichever reality show he’s stumbled on this time.

he turns to look at you with furrowed brows and a smile. “just what are you doing up this late, hmm?” he sweeps his legs off the couch, silently asking you to take the seat beside him.

this is one of those nights gojo is struggling to sleep. the gash in his side is painful, a sharp throb spiking his back with white, hot pain every few minutes. and no amount of painkillers are helping, really.

“i made a snack!” you smile, pushing off the door frame, carrying a plate of what looks like toast.

“a snack,” gojo repeats, turning to face you automatically as you fall beside him, one leg thrown over his lap and the other crossed beneath you.

you offer a nod. “it’s a turkish snack.”

gojo’s heart warms and his blood bubbles, eyes softening. he knows it’s an attempt at comforting him and his aching side, and you’ve never been a night owl — so the gesture of you waking up this late just to ease some of his pain makes gojo wants to kiss you senseless.

he nearly does, mind you. if it weren’t for that plate in your hand, he’d have tackled you into the couch as soon as you sat down.

“woah— that smells— woah.” he pauses and snatches one of the desserts off the plate.

“it’s called bal kaymak.” you start, smiling as he digs his teeth into it, snapping off a bite. “it’s basically just toast, cream, and then honey on top.”

he groans and licks his fingers of the dripping honey sliding down to his palms. “this is just—" he cuts himself off to swipe some cream off his lip. “this is just cream, honey, and bread?”

“mhm.”

“really?”

“yes.”

“holy fuck,” he curses, staring incredulously at the toast in his hand and he eagerly snags another bite.

you grab your own toast and snatch a bite too. “i knew you’d like it!”

“you do realize it’s midnight, right?” he says then, leaning back against a cushion, comfortable.

you snort. “please, like you’ve never had a midnight snack.”

he shrugs, leaning in for a kiss which you give happily, lips slanting with his. his tongue sweeps your bottom lip, swiping off the honey that lingers there.

“hey, you stole my toast,” you pout when you catch the empty plate in your lap and he shoves the entire dessert into his mouth.

you quickly realize then his little kiss had merely been a distraction to keep your notice away from his thievery. you scowl.

he scoffs lazily. “what?” his voice is muffled from the toast.

“‘toru!” you smack his arm and turn around, pushing off from his side but he drags you back with a sharp tug of your hand, dropping you into his lap.

“i’m thorry!” he mumbles then moans as you nudge his forehead with your thumb, pressing your knees into his hips.

his gash hurts with the movement, but he musters his pain and swallows the remnants of your bal kaymak, hands holding your hips.

“i’ll make it up to you,” he says, voice dropping to a low thrum, lips sliding to the crevice of your neck, tracing up your throat.

“no.” gojo smiles— ever the stubborn woman.

“oh, come on,” he sighs, pecking your lips. “i’ll watch a movie with you.”

another kiss.

“I’ll stay home from work tomorrow.”

another kiss and this one piques your interest. “you will?”

“add another one of those toasts into this deal,” he whispers and nudges your hips further against him, lips on your collarbone. “and i’ll have you for dessert next,”

you grin and clamber from his lap, bounding to the kitchen.

gojo finds then, that his gash, is not a pain that will matter when you’re back by his side anyway.

———

i thought this would turn out betterrr but oh well!! thank you for this suggestion love it was so cute! my friend introduced me to this snack one day and I actually fell in love and so as soon as i saw this request, i knew just which treat i was going to do!! thank you so much mwahh ik it’s not the pie or fairy bread u requested but I still hope u enjoyed!

tysm nightmares was sm fun to write I’m so glad u enjoyed !

kisses,

har <3

[thegnomelord]

Congratulations again 🎊🎊🎊 Fully deserved <3

4 with Soap and Graves because I am a messy bitch who lives for drama!

Thanks! Finally finished with my exam so I can finally write aaand i overwrote again :Dd. Play the game HERE.

CW: SFW-ish, kissing, bruises, true GN reader, undertones of puppy play but nothing explicit. Graves and Soap being jealous hoes.

Graves nearly chips a tooth with how he clenches his jaw while he watches you and Johnny make out across the bar. The way Soap keeps your attention, the way he confidently grips your hips as he steals your ability to think and breathe never fails to make Grave's blood boil. It takes everything in him not to go to you when Soap slinks away, leaving you breathless and starstruck by the way he sways his hips.

"Yea look like yea want to devour 'em." Johnny mocks Graves like he's just won Olympic gold, saddling next to him. "Yea know you're out of league when yea height starts with a 5?" He throws a bulky arm over Grave's shoulders, bringing his face so close their noses almost touch. Phill can smell booze and you on Soap's breath.

"I'm not the one slobbering all over them like some mutt." Graves bites back and pushes Soap's arm off him. "Compensating for something there, lucky charms?"

Johnny's so drunk off you he doesn't rise to the provocation, "Oh, a dog ahm I?" He sticks his tongue out like he's ready to lick Phill's face to annoy him. "Want this Scottish mutt to bite yea then? Show yea who's the top dog 'round 'ere?"

Graves grabs him by the scruff, though he can't get the right grip to make Soap melt like you can, only earning a feral grin. "Do that, you're sleepin' in the crate doggy." Graves warns and it's impossible to tell if he wants to fight Soap or kiss him. Hell, Graves has half a mind to get Soap in trouble so he can have your attention squarely on him for a lil' while.

The sound of your laughter gains their attention, their heads swiveling just in time to see some man chatting you up. You laugh along to some joke, not noticing when the stranger places a hand on your back that wanders too close to your ass for both of their comforts. They share a look like they're prepared to go to war; Graves gives a little head motion towards you.

You yelp when their bodies settle next to yours only to relax when their colognes register in your brain, but you don't notice how they push back the guy you'd been talking to with their shared bulk. "Oh, hey guys." You're a little confused when Johnny wraps a hand around your hip, Grave's hand slinking into the back pocket of your pants. "What are you-"

Johnny cuts you off with a sharp tug on your hip. "We'll borrow this for a bit."

Your questions fall on deaf ears as they corral you into a hallway, hands on your shoulders and hips until your back's flush with the wall. "What's gotten into you two?" You manage to ask, an undignified sound leaving your lips as their bodies pin you further to the wall, someone's knee digging into your groin.

"Shush Bonnie." Soap purrs and seals his burning lips over yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth like he's trying to steal your breath. You grasp his front instinctively, jumping when you feel teeth scrape against your throat; Graves isn't idle, tucking his body into your side so his head is in the perfect height to bite down on your neck, teeth worrying bruises into his side of your neck until there's a dark backdrop of hickeys to make the indents of his teeth more obvious.

Graves grips your hair and pulls your mouth off Soap's, not even acknowledging the Scott's quiet 'hey!'. "Just makin' a statement, darlin'." Phill bites your bottom lip as Soap buries his face into the other side of your neck, the taste of whiskey on Grave's tongue distracting you from the sharp pain of Johnny biting you.

Your thoughts melt away after just a few kisses, barely able to breathe as they make a competition out of pulling needy sounds out of your throat, one always kissing you while the other sucks hickeys into your skin. Graves chuckles as he tugs your the collar of your shirt down enough to dig his teeth into your shoulder, Soap quick to follow after him.

You don't notice when the man you'd been talking comes looking for you, but Johnny does. He gives a smug smirk and tugs on your hair to raise your head. Your unfocused eyes and disheveled appearance is only secondary to the way the lights overhead darken the canvass of bitemarks and bruises they've made across your skin, making you look like you've been mauled by hyenas.

The soft little sound you make when Graves purposely sucks on a bruise has the man scampering away with an obvious tent in his pants, and your men are sure to reward you with wet kisses for unknowingly proving who you belong to...

[themagnusbane]

Murder at the New York Institute

Title: Murder at the New York Institute

Artist: @la-muerta

Rating: Mature (Chapter 7 only. Will give a heads-up)

Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Herondale/Simon Lewis

Word Count: ~27k

Summary: Pull out the Cluedo board they said. It would be fun to play they said. Nothing could possibly happen on Samhain they said. And now, Magnus and Alec, Clary and Izzy, Simon and Jace have been pulled into an alternate New York Institute, with no powers, no idea what has caused it, or who has brought them there. Oh. And there’s been a murder. Except, can you kill a dead man twice? And can Valentine Morgenstern just SHUT THE FUCK UP!

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Reverse Bang 2024: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

Prologue: Simon Lewis

“Do baby warlocks go trick or treating for Halloween?”

“And a good evening to you too, young Shelly,” Magnus answered with a bemused smile, hands waggling in the direction of Simon’s coat, sending it floating gently over to the coat hanger, where it folded in on itself and out of the way. 

“Shelly? Really Magnus?” 

The High Warlock of Brooklyn shrugged with a smirk, and spun around on his heels, walking out of the hall and to the lounge where he leaned over and placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. 

Simon thought he caught a murmured “Still haven’t lost that sugar tooth huh, Alexander”, but was immediately distracted at the sight of his boyfriend, back arched, ass out, knees digging into the mat, head curved with his chin pointed in the direction of his chest, then pushed back out at the same time he pulled himself into a plank. “Since when did you start doing Yoga?” Simon asked as he dropped onto the couch beside Clary and handed her the gift-wrapped box. 

Her eyes widened in glee as she pulled out the pencil she’d stuck in her hair, to punch a hole in the wrapping paper and tear into it with the ferocity of a cat digging around in its litter box. 

Simon shook his head at his best friend’s antics, jerking his thumb in her direction as he made his apologies to Izzy. “Sorry Izzy. I tried to raise her right. But as you can see,” he shrugs, “Some behaviours can’t be unlearned.”

Izzy laughed, “I love her anyway.”

Clary blew kisses at her girlfriend, and blew raspberries at her best friend, as she  squealed so loud that it startled Jace, who tumbled back onto the mat, stomach heaving as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Yoga is hard,” he panted. 

“But incredible for your flexibility,” Simon responded, eyes running appreciatively over the sweat-drenched tank top, that rode up to reveal taunt muscles, and sweat-slicked skin. He noticed the flare in his boyfriend’s eyes as Jace caught him staring. Simon licked his lips and smiled. 

“No!” The words were followed with a throw pillow hitting the back of Simon’s head. He turned around to glare at Magnus who was wagging his fingers at him. 

“If I’m not getting laid tonight because all you heathens are currently in my apartment, and I can’t have some much-needed alone time with my boyfriend. NONE OF YOU are getting laid either.”

“Yeah well. Tonight’s for playing games anyway,” Clary crowed, as she finally got rid of the wrapping paper and waved the Cluedo board in the air. “I can’t believe you nabbed the Murder at Boddy mansion edition!” She motioned at Magnus to clear a good enough spot on the lounge floor, and Magnus indulged with a sigh, vanishing tables and chairs and the cute little side table that held Simon’s glass of blood. 

Thankfully, he sent the glass floating over to Simon first. Simon grabbed it with thanks, taking a deep drink and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Y’all better not start without me,” Jace declared, heading in the direction of what Simon assumed was most likely the guest bathroom, with the way Magnus magicked a towel to intermittently smack the back of Jace’s blonde hair as the latter flipped him the bird, without bothering to turn around. 

“Well, while Jace does his thing, can someone explain what on earth this game is about?”  

“Obviously, Alexander. There’s a bloody murder in the Boddy mansion,” Magnus replied with a grin. “And it’s our responsibility to figure out whodunnit. Right?” He turned to look at Simon who nodded as he gulped down the rest of the blood, held out his glass to Magnus who magicked it away with a flick of his fingers, and settled beside his best friend, hands reaching into the bag to hand out the miniature murder weapons in it. 

“Magnus got it in one.” Simon smiled at Magnus’s crow and continued speaking. “The game takes place in Boddy’s mansion, and it is up to the players to figure out who murdered Mr. Boddy, where he was murdered, and with which of these murder items,” he jerked his head in the direction of all the miniatures that have been laid out evenly; six of it, for the six of them in the apartment. 

“Yeah. But that doesn’t make any sense though,” Alec grumbled, holding up the miniature lead pipe and turning it every which way in his hand. “We have no context for any of these characters. Why are we at the mansion? Why is Boddy dead? Why can’t any of them reach out to the police? Like I know the mundanes are absolutely useless at solving these cases,” he inclined his head in Clary’s direction. “Luke isn’t a mundane, so he doesn’t count. Plus, I’m sure that’s why his percentage of solved cases is high.”

Clary shrugged, “Pretty much. Yeah.”

“So why not go to their mundane police,” Alec continued. “And most importantly, why should they care that this Boddy person is dead? Is he a friend or something?”

“Nope. Matter of fact, he’s been blackmailing our characters. They each have a secret that he knows about, and he’s been blackmailing them for years,” Clary replied with a smile.

“More reason why they should collectively agree to bury his body in his yard, and do it together, so one person spilling the secret would damn them all. Bound by a secret, they will all have to keep their mouth shut and make sure nobody ever hears,” Alec said. 

“Yes. But if that happened Alec, there won’t be a game now would there,” Izzy pointed out. “And from what Clary and Simon have said about this Cluedo game, it’s a pretty high-selling game. The mundanes clearly love it.”

“The mundanes clearly have no sense,” Alec grumbled. “Of all the things they could be doing with their time. Playing a murder game, that is illogical in its execution. What a waste of time.”

“Don’t forget money too, Alexander,” Magnus cooed. “They actually paid money for it.”

“Exactly!” Alec shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Imagine spending money for this nonsense. To playact morons who don’t know what’s good for them, or the best thing to do in the situation.”

They all burst into laughter, Simon holding onto Clary as they watched Alec splutter, against Magnus’s lips as he was kissed. 

“Alexander. It’s just a game.”

“A very boring game if you ask me,” Alec muttered.

“And what would you suggest we do otherwise Alec?” Simon asked with a laugh. He caught soft footsteps and held up a finger to stall his boyfriend. “And hunting demons isn’t a good enough answer either.” He waved his hands in the direction of the blackout, sound-controlled curtains that kept their party away from the noise and bustle of the rest of Brooklyn. “All of you agreed that Halloween is the worst possible time to go demon hunting with the ways the mundanes keep trying your senses with the costumes.”

Jace gave a grunt as he dropped beside Simon, and Simon caught a whiff of aftershave before cool lips pressed against his. A little nibble, and he opened his mouth to catch the slide of Jace’s tongue against his, as callused fingers sinking into his hair. 

He made a happy noise and was about to dive deeper into their kiss, when he was suddenly met with cool air, opening his eyes to find Jace on the other side of the room, and Magnus giving them both an absolute look of disgust. “I repeat. No fucking. No making out. If I’m not getting any,” He wagged his hands at Jace, Simon, Izzy and Clary “None of you are either.”

“Really Magnus.”

Magnus crossed his arms. Face not budging an inch. 

“Alec!”

“My boyfriend’s apartment. His rules.”

“Yeah, say that with a little less smugness,” Jace grumbled. “Asshole.”

Simon caught Alec’s grin as it widened and shook his head. “Fucking peas in a pod,” he mumbled. “But as I was saying, this is the best we’re doing tonight. The four of you agreed,” he pointed at Alec, Jace, Izzy and Clary. “Let the other Shadowhunters handle tonight. Enjoy your night off and relax. Please.”

“He does have a point Alexander,” Magnus said, magicking a new glass of margarita for himself, and took several sips before adding. “I just don’t know why either you or Clary thought bringing a murder board on the night that the veil is thinnest, for us to play, was in any way a good idea.”

Clary laughed. “Come on Magnus. I mean… It’s a Cluedo board, not a portal to summon spirits. A Cluedo board is nothing similar to an Ouija board.”

“Plus, you’re the High Warlock of Brooklyn,” Simon pointed out. “What’s there to be scared o—” The rest of his words were cut off by the throw pillow that hit him right in the face. 

Simon turned to gape at Magnus. “Magnus!”

“You actually did that,” Clary laughed. 

“Without MAGIC?!!!!” Izzy screeched. 

“Your boyfriend didn’t use magic,” Jace told Alec, eyes wide in surprise and delight. 

Alec shrugged. “Why waste his magic when you all are being idiots?”

“Thank you, Alexander. Only you get me.” Magnus turned back around to look at them, pointing his finger at Simon. “You think I’ve lived this long by messing with powers beyond my control?” He waggled his hands at the space over his head. “The universe is vast. The powers that govern it even more so. The only way to survive is to acknowledge that.” The hand came back down, running down his length from the top of his head, styled into a black and purple pompadour with blonde highlights, to his high heel brogues. “Yes, I am pretty powerful and spectacular.” Simon watched him smile at Alec’s hummed assent. “But I’m not the only powerful downworlder in the world. Nor am I the most powerful downworlder. There are forces with power greater than mine. You all need to remember that.”

Simon moved the throw pillow, handing it over to Jace as he threw his hand back in a salute. “Gotcha.”

Clary passed around the playing characters. “Everyone gets one.”

“Who’s going first?” Izzy asked, waving her character at her girlfriend. 

“Miss Scarlett”, Clary and Simon said in unison, as they both glanced at the character in Izzy’s hands. 

“Roll the dice, Izzy” Jace said, moving around to sit beside Simon, fingers sliding against Simon’s, until both their fingers were intertwined together. “You good?” He asked.

Simon nodded. Mouth opening to respond, when the dice hit the board, and everything went black. 

[cannibalcreepers]

My ass having to search for the last ask about this so I remember what the hell I wrote it's been so long, lol. But I'm glad you enjoyed it -----------

Two years had passed since the 7'5 giant of a woman called Gracie had been living with a small family of cannibal mutants, once a captive who was kept as a house cleaner now a valued member of the family. A lot had happened in those two years, from becoming a partner to the other giant of the family, Saw-Tooth, to meeting the rest of the extended family and eventually having a child with Saw-Tooth. Gracie had given birth to a pretty healthy large boy who was only missing one of his fingers and had a large reddish birthmark that covered the left side of his face. She ended up calling him Kaden, no other reason than simply always liking that name and also because she didn't want her child named after what deformity he had or what he was, which she always gave Maynard a side-eye whenever she asked why he didn't just name his damn kids. Saw-Tooth was surprisingly a good father, with how callous and uninterested he seemed, the man was oddly attentive during Gracie's pregnancy and even present during the birth. For him it was a mix of wanting both his partner and child to live through the process and see his first sons birth, he saw it as an extremely important experience that he had to be there for. Now that Kaden was over a year old, Saw-Tooth was once again being a handsy man, it took no genius to figure out this man wanted another child which Gracie actually was quite keen on as well. She was grateful for the fact that this monstrous beast she called her lover was patient enough to wait a whole year to ask for another child, during the last trimester of her last pregnancy she had began to stress that he would want another straight away and the first had really strained her body with how large Kaden was. But the eldest cannibal was no idiot, he saw what being pregnant was doing to Gracie and if he had harassed her for one right after popping out their first son he worried she wouldn't survive the second, so decided on leaving her be for her body to get strong again. After all he wanted her to survive and he could be a patient man, well patient enough to not need to nut in her as he had gotten into the habit of eating her out and loving the attention of the blowjobs she gave him. So a whole year of maybe a few cheeky fucking, with a lot of pulling out, as well as a lot of sucking and eating was all they got before Saw-Tooth thought surely they waited long another to put another kid into this giant lady. To his luck, Gracie was thinking the same thing that when he approached to grab her by the hips she was quick to rub her butt against his crotch, making the large cannibal stiffen up in surprise. Feeling how fast his hard on came from a simply rub really showed Gracie how much her big cannibal wanted her, grabbing his large hand she would drag him off to their bed in the hut, lucky for them neither One-Eye, Three-Fingers or Kaden were home so Gracie was quick in pushing the man down and began helping him remove both their clothing. He couldn't keep his large hands off her, making it harder for her to take off her clothes while he was feeling her up, grasping at her breasts and hips, squeezing the soft flesh that were now covered in small scars and scrapes, nothing like his own scarred and rough skin but she had a few from past victims going after her.

When she was finally able to strip of the last of their clothing, she straddled his hips to grind against his thick cock, Saw-Tooth's fingers digging into her hips to press her harder against him. The large man wanted to be inside her badly, feeling the wetness of her pussy made it easier for his length to slide back and forth against her folds, his deformed mouth clasping over one of Gracie's breasts and biting down hard causing her to gasp and moan. His exposed top teeth bit down on the woman's tender tit, leaving a fresh red wound, lapping up any blood with his thick tongue. Gracie on the other hand was clawing at the back of his head, holding onto him tight as he lavished her body with attention. She dragged her nails over his skull as a wonderful massage, making him groan against her flesh, wildly humping up against her cunt until his hardened cock finally slipped into the hot wetness. She wrapped around him perfectly, that wonderful size he had grown accustomed too, ever since she entered his world he had never taken any other person as all he wanted to ever fuck was his gorgeous giant of a woman. For Gracie, she never wanted to leave, she was definitely a different woman than what she was two years ago, this cannibal family had changed her life and the woman didn't think she could ever return back to society when the amount of love, freedom and respect she received, and a child on top of that, was something she never wanted to give up. Saw-Tooth was quick with his thrusts, he was hungry to fill her up with his hot cum, hungry to make her body squeeze around him in pleasure, her heat and wetness squeezing his cock with each pump he did inside her. The both of them weren't quiet with their fucking either, the hut echoed with the sounds of sweaty wet flesh slapping against each other along with their moans, grunts and cries of pleasure, the noises loud enough to scare of any birds nearby. The heat of their breathes tickled each others skin, sweat and body fluids mixing together as they grinded and thrusted, Saw-Tooth's movements were starting to become more erratic and primal, arms wrapping tight around Gracie's waist as he released himself inside her, filling her deeply with his cum as her body tensed from her own orgasm. The two held onto each other for a long time, taking their time getting their breath back from the good fucking. Both knew they would have to get up and dress soon before the rest of the family returned home, but for now they just wanted to bask in each others presence.

[monkeyartfiend]

tw nasty

so I had a weird huge fleshy white growth on the inside of my jaw between my tongue and tooth.

and it was there for a while and I kept trying to rip it out with my finger bc I could tell where it was attached more or less. and I have some kind of oral situation going on I constantly bite my lips cheeks and tongue. I have a lot of scarring inside my mouth. but this was in a place I just couldn't get to. and sometimes I get big white growths on my lower lip but they end up being some kind of boil or something and I just bite them and they pop away. but I just couldn't get to this one. so finally in a moment of insanity I took an exacto knife and reeled it out long like and just started slicing it off. it didn't hurt a lick. not at all. really couldnt feel it except when the metal scraped my tooth. but the son of a bitch wouldn't fucking come out. I sliced the top, the bottom, the sides - the flesh peeled away to light drops of blood. but the hard white growth was stuck fast. I had to apply some extreme pressure, pulling with the knife up so that I didn't cut my tongue or whatever you call the soft pink flesh at the bottom of your jaw. I pressed the silver knife against the white flesh against my white and silver tooth. I used that tooth like a cutting board, slicing at the flesh with it. but still it was stubborn. something was really holding this thing in my mouth. I started thinking god its gonna grow back. but too far now, it was half hanging half flapping out in my mouth, cut in three pieces, bleeding everywhere. no pain. a little sensation of pulling, but nothing really worse than when I bite my tongue hard and deep and keep the pressure on to pull the offending meat off. the knifes not cutting it. it's too big too clunky, if I put the pressure on right, it would cut the soft bits of my jaw, and I didn't want to know what that felt or looked like. I hated doctors then, that it would have taken weeks to get an appointment, have them dig around in my mouth, numb me, take an hour to slice me open. I can do it in my bathroom one handed. I can cut the offending flesh off better than you. cheaper than you. faster than you. the exacto knife finally cuts off a little piece. I feel it, it's hard between my fingers. it's so small too. I don't know what it is. I put the little piece down, it's redder than it looked in my mouth, on top of the jar of coconut oil on my tiny ugly sink. I put the knife down. I get my scissors. the rest is easier. the flesh is already flapping off. it comes off in two snips, and then I feel real pain as it tugs a line of skin off that wasn't meant to come. I reel, having to readjust and snip that off too. three little pinkish pieces of flesh on my coconut jar lid. I roll them around a bit before they disgust my and I drain them away. I think of the biohazard waste bags. I drained it away. whatever it was.

[colemonroe]

“Yeah, okay,” he quipped back to her not stubborn comment, a playful smile tugging at his lips. As far as Cole was concerned, Taliah could be as stubborn as a mule, but then again, so was he. In a lot of ways, the two of them were twin flames, kindred spirits– whatever moniker one wanted to use to describe just how in sync the two of them had always been. It was part of why he wasn’t wholly surprised to find that they’d both kept little mementos of each other over the years. Those little things, from movie tickets to empty strawberry laces packets, were worth more than gold because of everything they represented. They were more than memories– they were little outward displays of affection, the kind he’d never felt towards anyone else. Perhaps it should have scared Cole, just how much Taliah meant to him, but how could it when it felt as natural as breathing?

“Sure do,” he chirped back with a soft chuckle, “Keep it in the same drawer as every birthday card you and Michael and my ma ever got me.” There were very few material items that Cole held onto, having always opted for a simplistic lifestyle– or as simple a man as complicated as him could get by with– but those birthday cards and other little pieces of history were notable exceptions because they’d all come from people he’d fought tooth and nail for, one way or another. Surprise briefly warmed his features as Taliah listed off the details from the movie with stunning clarity, right down to the month and year– and the salted popcorn. “One of my all time favorites– for more reasons than one.” Lifting a brow then, he slipped his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting off a sly grin and hoping she’d catch onto what he’d meant by that. Titanic would never be just any film to Cole, not when there was so much history between him and Taliah that intertwined with it.

Once she settled against his side, Cole couldn’t help the contented sigh that eased out of him, as if her very touch could somehow calm whatever storm was raging through his head. He nearly felt weightless then, relieved beyond measure that she was here, curled around him as though that spot at his side had been specifically designed for her. Maybe it had been. “Every single one of ‘em,” he confirmed, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the top of her head. He’even take the moments with her that had hurt, because they still reminded him that he could feel something in times when he’d been so convinced that he couldn’t. Feeling her lips against his side, he didn’t need to look down in order to know what she was directing her attention at. A small smile curved at the corner of his mouth. Out of all of his tattoos, the anchor had always been his favorite, and it was no secret as to why– his best friend had the match to it.

Hearing her apologize, a deep frown sank between his brows, digging deep worry lines into the plane of his forehead. “Don’t be– please,” he pleaded softly, glancing down at her and shaking his head. Cole didn’t want her to feel an ounce of guilt over what she’d done, or why she’d felt the need to do it. What mattered most was that she was still here– that was the thought he’d always find himself circling back to. Tracing idle patterns along her shoulder blade, Cole swallowed hard as she cupped his face in her palm and tried to assure him that he hadn’t slipped in some way, but he wasn’t so easily convinced. He couldn’t help but feel as though he could have done more– checked in more, pushed for the truth of just how miserable she’d been feeling. But rather than press…he’d take her word for it, for now. “If ya say so,” he murmured, tipping his cheek more into the warmth of her hand before twisting his head so that he could press a quick kiss to her palm.  I got you and you got me. The words brought a warm smile to his face, mostly because he could feel the sincerity in them. That was the thing about Taliah– she’d always let him know where he stood with her, he’d never had to wonder. “You jump, I jump, remember?” He murmured gently, lightly trailing his fingers through her hair. “Yes, I realize the irony in that after tonight,” he thought to add after letting the iconic movie line settle between them for a moment. “But I mean it.” Clasping their hands together on top of his chest, he tucked his other arm tighter around her, knowing that if there was a way to bottle up this safe, secure feeling and sell it, he’d be the richest man in the world, “I wanna be there for you– with you– for whatever comes your way, alright?”

"Not stubborn, just don't have any ice." She threw back her defense which was literally born out of stubbornness to not admit he was right. A faint smile dances at the edges of her lips and in spite of how muggy her head felt, she could feel the air coming back into her lungs & the weight that was lifting from her heavy heart. He wanted to know how he could help and she didn't know how to tell him just how much she meant it when she said that he already was. Without talking and within a second of coming into view, he helped. If the true meaning of peace was to find it in the soul of another, she'd believe it because, beyond any doubt, she knew that he was hers. In the days she couldn't find it on her own, she looked for him to light that lantern and bring her home.

"Evet," ( translation: yes ) she says in response to his 'really?', as though the alternative was simply unfathomable. Soft eyes follow his steps around her room, the way he has a place for every item he discards. Familiarity. Or as that saying goes, what's mine is yours. It felt true in the sense that she shared everything with him, that her house felt more like a home when he was there. "I think so." Nodding, she couldn't help but think about just how true that was. In the end, being surrounded by priceless items of a life well lived would always appeal more than a life based on material items.

"You do?" Taliah tips her head to the side, finding that she actually was a little surprised. By the open-mouthed grin though, it was easy to see that she was touched to hear it. "Titanic, March 2008... We had salted popcorn." Reeling off the specifics like muscle memory, she can still picture it all perfectly. Right down to the way they both said salted at the same time when the vendor asked what kind of popcorn they wanted. "I have the other ticket." She adds, finding herself wondering if he'd kept anything else she didn't know about. Perhaps another night, she would get the box out of her wardrobe and show him all the things she's kept across the years. Even the pictures on his bathroom mirror brought a warmth to her cheeks, as if it was those gestures that truly drove home for her how much he valued her. Loved.

Setting the stuffed deer aside, she scoots towards him, silently grateful that her favored side to lay on was not the one that felt like it was currently burning through every layer of skin. Nestling her body against his, she drapes a leg and an arm over him, giving a light squeeze with an audible sigh. The lingering smell of aftershave and soap, the glimmer of his chain and the feel of his skin under the tips of her fingers... Home. "All of them?" She jests, but in a gentle voice so as not to take away from the heartwarming confession. It's only when he adds that he wouldn't know how to maneuver his way through life without her that she finds her eyes filling back up with tears. Nails lightly trace around the shape of his anchor tattoo before she presses a lingering kiss over the ink. "I'm sorry." Damn, if she didn't mean that now with every fiber of her being. The sadness her actions had caused not just him, but Nate too, it was nothing short of devastating for her to acknowledge. Taliah never wanted to be a cause of any of their misery, it hurt her to know that she now was, that they both probably thought they could have done something to prevent it even though that just wasn't true.

"You know that there's not a single thing you could have done, right?" Voice quiet, she lifts a hand to the side of his face, brushing a thumb across his cheek. "I need you to know that." She needed him to understand that he hadn't done anything wrong, he hadn't failed her in some way, let her down, none of it. She just needed to break in order to see things clearly, and now she could, it could only get better. At least, that was the hope. "I can't do this without you, either." She wouldn't want to. "But I got you, and you got me, so I think..." Pausing, there's a thoughtful little shake of her head before she tucks herself back against his chest. "That's all I need. I will be ok, Cole. Promise."

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txt’s reaction to you randomly saying marry me .˚◞♡ ⃗

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PAIRING ! txt x gn!reader

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// CHOI YEONJUN!

after a long shower, your boyfriend emerges from the washroom with nothing but a towel secured around his waist, ruffling his black strands up messily.

feeling your ogling, yeonjun sends you a flirty wink before turning to his closet, scanning the shelved arrangements of clothing. you shamelessly admire his back profile from the bed as his arms flex firmly, reaching up to grab a plain white tee-shirt off it’s rack.

perhaps it was because of how beautiful your boyfriend looked, but you impulsively allow the first words that form in your brain to tumble out of your mouth. “marry me,” you blurt.

he pauses, turning back around to face you with a cocky smirk plastered across his lips. “what?”

your gaze wanders between his smug expression and the water cascading from his locks to his bare chest, a soft blush painting your cheeks as he stares you down. “uh..” you swallow.

yeonjun simpers further, throwing his shirt to the side before prancing up to you mischievously. he gently holds your chin with his fingers, forcing you to meet his fox like eyes.

“say it again,” he demands teasingly. a few water drops tumble off his body and onto your own, and you flinch at the cold contact against your skin.

you gulp, feeling small under the male’s inspection. “marry me?” you repeat.

then, he giggles like a small child, happily pecking your lips. “i think i will, baby.” before you can even process anything, yeonjun’s already run off again, throwing his shirt over his head at last with a stupidly cute smile.

// CHOI SOOBIN !

the grocery store is rather empty; the only sound resonating the building being muffled pop music in the background, and your grunting as you pathetically try to reach a box of macaroni on the top shelf.

right as you’re about to give up, a soft, amused chuckle emits from behind you. you whip your head back to see your boyfriend, shiny blue bangs bouncing animatedly as he tilts his head down, gazing at you with eyes full of adoration. “you should’ve just called me, dummy.”

before you can form a reply, soobin playfully ruffles your hair before lifting an arm to grab the macaroni with ease, throwing it into your cart placed near the end of the aisle.

mouth parted dumbly, you look up to him. “soob.. will you marry me?”

the tall boy nearly chokes, eyes widening in surprise. “what? are you okay?”

“yeah i am,” you pout, “you don’t want to marry me?”

he emits a shy giggle, bunny teeth poking through as he walks back to the cart full of groceries, you close behind. “i do, but.. don’t you think it’s a little sudden? y’know, in the supermarket?”

you simply shrug, “you retrieving macaroni for me really touched my heart. that’s all, babe.”

soobin shakes his head between more giggles, pinching your cheek affectionately. “okay, cutie. when’s our wedding?”

// CHOI BEOMGYU !

you nearly break the claw machine in frustration as you slam your hand down, one more loss away from pacing over to the arcade’s front counter and complaining about how rigged their machine was.

all you wanted was to win yourself a corgi plushie while your boyfriend went to the washroom, but the damned metal hand seemed to purposely release the animal right before it reached the drop box every single time.

right as you dig your hand into your pocket to pull out your last coin, two hands wrap around your waist from behind. you immediately recognise the embrace of beomgyu as he rests his chin on your shoulder curiously.

“what’re you trying to win, baby?” he asks against your skin.

“that stupid corgi with the stupid tongue sticking out,” you bark, thrusting your money into the machine much more aggressively than needed.

beomgyu snorts at your attitude, releasing your body to move in front of you confidently. “i got this, don’t worry.”

you watch utterly dumbstruck as after about a minute, he successfully picks up the plushie, landing it perfectly into the reward box while looking back at you with the most cocky expression imaginable and arms opened in expectation.

though flabbergasted, you rush into the hug, squeezing his waist in excitement. “oh my god gyu, marry me!” you squeal, leaving a messy kiss on his lips.

he snickers proudly, watching you reach down and grab your long awaited corgi. “hah, did you see that?” he brags, “piece of cake, babe.” he silently waits for your praise, smirk continuously growing along the way.

however, beomgyu’s pleased expression falls when he realises you weren’t even sparing him a glance; much too busy leaving a kiss on the plushie instead of him. the stuffed dog was nearly being choked in your hold as you swayed back and forth happily.

of course, feeling left out, beomgyu tugs your sleeve with a childish pout. “yah! am i not kissable enough for you? i thought you wanted to marry me!”

you give him a weird look, shaking your head before leaning up to kiss the boy again, not before mumbling how much of a big baby he is under your breath.

as you both leave the arcade, you completely miss the harsh, competitive glare your boyfriend sends the plushie in your arms, wrapping his own arm around you in jealousy.

// KANG TAEHYUN !

with finals coming up, you were nearly glued to your seat all afternoon, fingers slowly becoming numb from the amount of typing and writing you’d done in the past couple hours.

your boyfriend was rather against the whole study-til-you-can’t-keep-your-eyes-open strategy that you had going on, but after many sad, failed attempts, taehyun had simply given up on trying to persuade you to move or learn what the word ‘break’ even meant.

however, this didn’t stop him from helping you in any other way he could; which is how you found yourself nearly bursting into tears when the calm boy walked in with soup and some crackers.

“it’s not much,” taehyun murmurs, planting a soft kiss to your head, “how’s it going?”

you offer a grateful smile in return, “thanks, love. it’s okay.. more bullshit about something something, the usual.”

he nods sympathetically, “want a quick massage?”

your body aches at the thought, “would you really, tae?” what you did to deserve the boy in front of you? you’d love to know.

“why wouldn’t i?” without another word, taehyun shuffles behind you, palms and fingers massaging into your shoulders with perfect amounts of pressure, releasing a satisfied groan from your lips.

“god, just marry me,” you blurt, slumping further in your seat.

he only giggles calmly, “i was hoping to ask you first.”

// HUENING KAI !

when you and kai finally got a day alone together, what better way to spend it than bringing anime’s all night, pressed up into each other’s warmth while bonding over hatred for a certain character and terrible predictions of the plot?

after many position changes, kai secured a spot for his head right in your lap, focused thoroughly on the screen that showed mikasa spinning in the air, slashing a titan’s head off brutally.

meanwhile, your eyes were nearly burning off your skull, so you decided to give yourself a break from the blinding tv screen to scroll through your messages with your brightness at almost the very bottom, another hand finding purchase in your boyfriend’s soft curls.

then, one text from your friend catches your eye. with the caption ‘try this on hyuka’, she seems to have sent you a video of a girl asking her boyfriend to marry her, resulting in the guy becoming all flirty and flustering her.

you glance down at the boy in your lap just as he starts blabbering. “y/n, i was thinking for halloween this year you could be mikasa and i’ll be eren, mostly ‘cause you’d look really hot in their uniform but also—“

“kai,” you interrupt.

he shifts in your lap to meet your eyes with slight worry. “yeah?”

“wanna marry me?” suddenly, your boyfriend bursts into a ear piercing laughter, body shaking and making you flinch in surprise. “yah, why are you laughing?” you complain through giggles, “knowing you, i thought you’d get all shy!”

kai laughs harder, “yeah maybe i would’ve if you said it properly! have you ever heard anyone say ‘wanna marry me’ in your life?”

you groan in defeat, throwing your head back. “you’re so lame, you ruined my epic prank, asshole.”

his dolphin like laugh barely softens as he leans up to peck your lips, hoping to cheer you up. “just leave the pranks to me, hm?” when you turn your head away right as he tries to kiss you, a dramatic gasp leaves his lips.

you pout, “say you’ll marry me first.”

kai snickers more at your childishness, curling his arms around your waist with attack on titan completely forgotten in the background. “m’kay, i’ll marry you, baby.”

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the lonely mayor || jhs

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.     

➻ title: the lonely mayor  ➻ pairing: mayor!hoseok x f!reader  ➻ genre: fantasy | holiday | magic | smut  ➻ word count: 1.1k  ➻ rating: 18+  ➻ warnings: dom!hoseok | sub!reader | unprotected sex | exhibitionism | controlled orgasms | pain kink | hair pulling | window sex | back shots/standing doggy | partially clothed sex | cum eating | cum shots | rough sex | temperature play? | dirty talk | a lil degradation | no aftercare(she does not need it) | pet names | panty sniffing | gagging/panty stuffing | crying (the sexy kind) | a touch(i mean it.. just a lil) of longing | a line from Home Alone (because i’m lame lol) ➻ author’s note: Part one is here !!! I hope y’all like it!! Thanks @taechwitaaah​​ for beta reading!! You saved the day as always. I love you!!

Your first stop is the town hall. You must ask the mayor for permission to spread a little holiday cheer in his town. Mayor Jung Hoseok could talk a skirt up or a pair of pants down at record speed.

He’s a “people” person with a lot of charisma, but he does have a wild side… And sweet tooth for exhibitionism. However, sometimes there is no one to call when he’s craving a late-night snack at the office.

Mayor Jung loves his town, deeply. One look at your agenda had a bright smile spreading across his charming face. But as the dashing blonde looked over your naughty list, he realized his name was right at the very top. It was then that the bright ray of sunshine that illuminated this town turned into an unforgiving dark storm.

Strap in tight… Because Mayor Jung has retired for tonight, and Hoseok has come out to play.

“You really thought you’d come here and suck me dry in five minutes?” 

The mayor’s lips are pressed against your ear as he grunts and moans sinfully sweet noises of pleasure.

Initially, you did, but Hoseok’s been ramming his cock inside of you for all of twelve minutes straight. There’s no question that you’ve met your match.

Your exposed flesh is pressed against the icy cold window. The nipping frost from outside penetrates through the glass and stiffens your sensitive nipples. Skirt bunched around your waist, panties stuffed in your mouth to avoid waking his sleeping secretary downstairs, your muffled response is barely coherent through your makeshift gag.

“Mmfuck!”

Your voice breaks and crack. He chuckles at your lust-driven cries.

His right hand is wrapped so tightly in your hair that your scalp burns and tingles, sending waves of raw pleasure to your leaking cunt. Juices flow and gush out onto Hoseok’s eagerly throbbing scrotum. From there, your slick drops to the floor, creating lewd sounds and fueling the drive in his powerful thrusts.

Your palms are flat against the window and held high above your head. Hoseok’s hands soon slip from your waist and hair to join them in their position. Your fingers intertwine as he fucks you from the back, your ass jiggling and clapping from the impact of his hips slamming into you.

While arching your back, you allow him to drill deeper into your pulsing heat. Your faint sobs sound like music to his ears, so he pounds you from an angle and begins hitting your g-spot with precision.

“Well, look who’s about to come all over my cock. I guess you didn’t think I’d feel you clenching around me, did you?” 

His breath makes the hair on your skin tingle as he speaks against your neck.

Your eyes begin to roll back, and your teeth dig into your red lace panties. You try to fight the urge, but the challenge is proven to be too great. Hoseok’s laughter fills the room, and commands you to come before he pulls out of you, denying you of any more of his attention.

The mayor’s office flashes white as you lose sight and sense of reality. Your vision grows blank as you accept your pending orgasm with much gratitude, thick salty droplets roll slowly down your cheeks. Both your moans travel through the air. You go from solid to liquid, causing him to wrap his arms around you securely, so you don’t fall face first.

His dick still pulses inside of you, patiently waiting for its turn for relief.

“Shit, you’ve got some tight pussy. You know that?” he grunts. “But unfortunately… I’m going to have to wrap this up and pass you on to the next lucky cock.” 

Hoseok’s teeth attack the skin of your neck and shoulder one last time before he prepares to reach his high. “This was fun, baby girl. Now where can I leave your present?”

He snatches your panties out of your mouth, then carelessly throws the fabric across the room, allowing you to speak for the first time in minutes. You can barely recognize your voice when it enters the air; it’s so raspy from the amount of screaming.

“Come all over my ass, and lick it off… Don’t want you to leave a single drop.”

“My god, you are so hot. Fuck!” 

Hoseok quickly pulls out of your pussy before he releases a generous load of hot sticky cum all over your ass.

He hisses as he milks himself dry. You lean against the window looking at the town below. When the mayor drops to his knees and cleans up his mess, you give him a small hum of approval, patting his blonde strands for good measures.

After he’s done, he rises to his feet to look for your discarded underwear. However, by the time he finds them, you’ve already freshened up. His eyes widen with shock, and his mouth falls open. You don’t provide him with any answers as to how you’ve replaced an outfit in under a minute because some things are better left a mystery. A man can only handle so much in one night.

“Keep them, love. I won’t be needing them anyway.” 

You toss him a wink as you head towards the door, but the sound of his voice stops you before you can depart.

“I don’t think I even want to know how you did that. But umm… Aren’t you cold? It’s freezing outside,” the mayor points out.

You walk over to him and cup his perfectly chiseled jawline in your hands.

“There’s something you should know, Hoseok. This pussy could face a damn blizzard, and it still wouldn’t get cold.” 

You then place a gentle kiss on his cheek, and his long lashes flutter. 

“Noted,” he whisper. 

He watches you leave the room in silence, not the least bit startled when you disappear to the right at the door frame.

However, a bright smile appears on his face when you suddenly reappear.

“Mayor, do you mind pointing me in the direction of the elementary school?”

“Of course! It's right in the center of town. Mr. Park should still be there, so the lights will be on,” he replies as he redresses and collects himself. He turns briefly to grab his tie.

“Perfect,” you beam. “Goodnight, Mayor Jung.”

“Yeah, I wish you’d at least stay for a drink—”

However, his invitation never reaches the recipient, because you are no longer standing there when he turns his head around. 

Just like all of his hopes of seeing you again, you’ve vanished into the cold December night.

The lonely mayor then whispers to himself while he takes a whiff of the red lace panties you’ve gifted him.

“Merry Christmas, you filthy animal.”

[askthefivefallen]

A: *she opens her mouth to continue the fight, because there were some assumptions in there that she wants to fucking address, but memories suddenly flash through her mind. She's doing it again, what she's always done- someone gets on her case and she gets defensive, she lashes out, she fights back, even if it ends up making things worse for her. This was the ugly side of herself she'd tried so hard to control around Emily because the seraph didn't deserve to be treated like this*

A: *the fight goes out of her instantly. This isn't what she wants. Now Emily's pissed at her- or, well, even more pissed- and turned away, curled in on herself. And Ass is the angry beast destroying everything around her...*

... thanks...

It seemed appropriate to intervene.

Yeah. Good call.

Do you... know what to do now?

I don't know what I should do... but I know what I'm gonna do... can you get this armor off me somehow? Just don't-

I understand.

Shamira takes over to snap her fingers, sending her armor away and leaving her in her gambeson, pants, and boots. Although it pained her to do so, she dismissed her gloves as well, aware that Ass preferred being able to feel with her fingers and the thickness of the gloves bothered her. Then, she stepped back.

A: *she draws in a deep breath far easier now that the holy armor is gone; the gambeson, while uncomfortable, is nowhere near as stifling* "Well... now you see why everyone else hates me. I screw up, I get defensive, I get angry, and I make it worse- and I've done that so many times that it took me fighting tooth and nail to keep that part of me hidden from you. Not because I wanted to hide but because I never wanted to be the one to hurt you; I just... wanted to make you happy. I wanted to be the one who brought you joy. But I screwed up. I got defensive. I got angry. I made it worse. And I hurt you. And I'm sorry, Emily. I'm having conversations in my head and out loud and I'm not sure who I'm telling what. I'm still exhausted- Shamira was right about that. And I just want this to magically... be okay. No one plans to share their body in a very literal sense with a whole other person. Share their memories... their life... but here I am. I just... want everything to work out. I want to move past the bad because we were so happy before. Waking up together, being pragmatic about not showering together because we had work to do, spicy waffles and messy syrup- I just want that back."

A: *she feels the urge to cry rise up and she stamps it down like the dying embers of a fire* "None of this is your fault, Emily. And it's not Shamira's, I- fuck, I don't- I've done a lot of stupid shit but I guess I decided to grab a shovel and start digging to see how dumb I could be. Set that bar real fuckin' low." *she sighs and pushes herself to her feet, taking a few tentative steps forward* "I never assumed you would fall for Shamira; I just wanted her to know the possibility was there because I wish someone had told me that when... well, I guess someone did tell me that, but... I didn't believe them. Why would someone like you- a seraph with a heart of gold, who cares about so many people, who sees the good in Sinners and Hellborn- bother with an ex murder angel who treats everyone around her like garbage, even the most important person, the one she holds closest to her heart? I was literally laying on top of you, and in your bed and I still thought... maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part. And Shamira's... good- and you don't have to dig that deep to find it. She's confused and struggling but she's trying; she'll get the hang of it eventually."

A: *she almost reaches out to put her hands on Emily's hips and pull her into an embrace... but, no; the seraph is rightly upset with her and she doesn't have the right* "Shamira is uncomfortable with seeing you naked in the flesh because she has feelings for you she knows are unrequited. I told you I wanna just bury myself inside of you and lose myself for a bit. But, Shamira's not quite there yet- she's doesn't think she's earned that, even by proxy. She really liked you tossing her through portals- because we both think you're strong and sexy." *she shook her head and shrugged while looking down at her feet* "There's a lot I didn't say last night- and, yeah, it was unfair, but I have one person basically reading my mind and I just... tried to walk a razor thin line. I stayed silent this morning so you two could talk, get to know each other, but... it hurt- not you two talking. Shamira's armor is holy, Emily; it hurts me when she wears it."

How did I not- no, how did you manage to master suppressing yourself so quickly?

That's on you for underestimating me. Also, c'mon, you think I don't know how to hide pain? Granted, it's a lot harder when it's a stab wound, but this was barely anything in comparison. Like a million very persistent mosquitos.

... fair. I won't summon it again.

A: "And, now that she knows, she's not going to summon it again." *she sighs* "And... that sucks because I know her armor brings her comfort. This is hard, Em. It's really fucking hard." *she sinks down to her knees, head still bowed* "I don't- I just want you to be you, Emily. You're still the same person I fell in love with, despite how the past few days have changed us both. Please... don't give up on me yet. I'm an Ass... but I'm still your Ass."

There is a peace and tranquility to the early morning. Usually, there’s no motion whatsoever, but here and now, there is the gentle sound and motion of Emily’s breathing. In the dim morning light, Emily looks so very gentle, and soft, and peaceful, but there’s a small pinch to her brow that speaks of ill thoughts. She moves her hand, lightly drawing fingertips across Emily’s brow, carefully pushing her hair back.

Emily deserves rest but she’s had more than enough. She contents herself with watching, standing vigil as usual.

((@askthefivefallen))

"Well, it doesn't matter~. She won't have such a vulgar name after what will be done to her~. Consider it... an upgrade". Adina’s eyes were filled with glee even as tears soaked down her cheeks. Emily saw red.

Shamira shook her head as Emily begged, pleaded, fought and cried for Ass. She meant no malice, it even seemed like she would have given her back had she the option. It didn’t matter. Emily saw red.

“I didn't want her to hurt you, Emily. The last thing I want is for someone to take advantage of you and break your heart.” Sera’s face was smiling. Emily saw red.

The vision changed again and she was sitting in front of the high council, only a few years after her creation. She was groomed by the high seraphim, the will of heaven herself. She was meant for greatness, a position on the court, Lucifer’s position. It was why the divine had sent her here, she was told. To fix what he had broken. To repair what he had ripped apart. To bring order to the chaos that heaven had become. Perhaps to even take part in the divine act of creation itself. She’d spent her entire life thus far under rigorous testing, constant trials, going from lesson to lesson with very minimal breaks in between.

But Sera was good, Sera was kind. She held her hands in hers and told her that she was proud of her and knew that one day she would be a fully fledged Seraphim. One day she would honor all of heaven.

But the court didn’t agree. Sera argued that despite her naivety, thoughtlessness, impulsivity and her inability to keep her emotions in check, she would make an excellent addition to the court. A fresh perspective from the divine themselves. The court still ruled against Sera and Emily, stating that she was unqualified to set an example of a true seraphim.

One of the Seraphim leaned forward, her head cocked to the side as a smile pulled the corners of her mouth up into a deceitfully warm grin. “Well she has to have a job, doesn’t she? It would be sinful to let her fall to sloth, hm?” The voice was almost condescending and Emily glared up at her. Why was she being so unkind? This was heaven, wasn’t everyone supposed to be kind?

“She is incompetent, unskilled, weak, unfit to lead, and incapable of keeping secret those truths which we hold dear to us. Under what circumstances could she possibly do anything worthy of a seraphim?” The words stung, just as the others all had. This session had gone on all day and Emily was tired of hearing how awful she had done these past few years.

“While I don’t disagree that the candidate is unsuitable and unbecoming, she still needs to contribute in some way if she is going to be in heaven. Since she’s too much of a crybaby to do any of the heavier lifting in our political realm, why not give her something easy, Sera? How about joy?” Emily watched as Sera glared up at the Seraphim. The disrespect in her words was absolutely palpable and Emily wanted nothing more than to cry and perhaps just give up on being a part of the court, but she didn’t want to disappoint Sera. She just wanted her to be proud of her.

Sera went to open her mouth but was interrupted by another court member, “Joy! What a splendid idea! We need a joy bringer, she’d be the first thing the winners see when they get here! She’d fit right in with her being so incompatible with the other seraphim. Her awkward, irrelevant, unprofessional attitude might actually serve to connect her better with the mortals coming in from such a sinful place as the living mortal realm.” The seraphim laughed lightly but the sound grated on Emily’s ears, making them burn golden. “The fact of the matter is, this specimen is motivated by a logic unbecoming of the highest of seraphim, to put her on the court would be a disservice to all of heaven. Joy bringer would give her some sort of position without giving her any actual authority. It’s a fool proof plan, really.” She leaned back, satisfied with her statement and Emily looked down at her feet to avoid seeing her cruel smile.

Sera glared up at her court, but when she realized there was no saving this she released the breath she’d been holding. “I suppose you’re correct. She would be the perfect face of heaven and the winners would be blessed to have her. Let’s take it to a vote shall we? We can draw up a contract and list of responsibilities this weekend if we are in agreement.”

The vote passed and court was finally dismissed. Emily followed Sera back to her office wordlessly and sat down across from her mentor. “Well, I think that went… well I’m going to look on the bright side! This could be good for me! Who knows what I might-

“This is not a good thing Emily!” Sera’s voice boomed in the large office, her hands slamming against the desk and her nostrils flared as she looked down at her ward. “Do you understand what they just did to you? Do you even know what your job is meant to be? Do you know what your grand purpose has become? Emily, you have been put below the winners in their eyes. Doomed to serve.”

Emily’s eyes welled up with tears and she let them fall. She glared up at Sera though as a feeling she was unfamiliar with overtook her.

Emily saw red.

The court room was so loud as Lute and Adam argued with Charlie and threatened to murder her and her family. Is this what the court meant by secret truths they hold dear to them? Murdering human souls by the thousands yearly? That’s the knowledge they had been withholding from her?

Emily saw red.

The flame was going cold, so, so, so cold. She tried to nurture it back to its former glory in her hands, feeding what she could into it but nothing she did was enough. Nothing she could carry to the flame would bring it back. So Emily went to the place where the flame began and hoped that she’d either be burned alive or die trying. She didn’t want to be cold, she wanted to be burned, she wanted to be light! But if there was no more flame than it was best that her icy heart shatter on the brimstone forever.

The story was supposed to end when Ass catches her.

She doesn’t.

Emily sees black.

*Emily wakes up with a start, falling into the bed where she had slept at least somewhat soundly the entire night. Ass is heavy against her and she’s grateful for the weight reminding her that things are alright, she is okay, she is safe*

*She’s not sure if she is worried for her own safety or Ass’s*

[katsu28]

family movie night

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: movie night with the kids brings up a new question about your future with steve 

warnings: light swearing, very fluffy

a/n: look who’s back with more shitty summaries and tooth rotting fluff :D

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“Sweetheart, you wouldn’t believe what happened at work today, I—” Steve nudged the front door shut behind him, dropping his keys on the table next to it and kicking off his shoes. He turned to toss his jacket on the couch, but stopped short at the sight before him. 

“What happened at work today, Steviepoo?” Dustin smirked at him from said couch, brows raised in barely contained smug amusement. Steve’s eyes drifted from the curly haired boy’s shit eating grin, past Max and El giggling behind their hands, then over to Lucas, Will, and Mike sprawled out around the living room randomly, very poorly pretending they weren’t listening. 

“Don’t call me that, dude. It’s weird.” He huffed, dragging a hand through his hair. 

“Fine. Hi, Steve, welcome home!” 

“Yeah okay, why are you guys in my home?” 

“Y/N said we could hang out,” Dustin said as-a-matter-of-factly, shrugging. “So? What happened at work?” 

“Some old guy came and tried talking Robin up.” He replied distractedly, already wandering away from the kids in search of you. “Sweetheart?” 

“In here!” You called from the bedroom, where you were putting away some laundry, smiling warmly at him when he came in. “Hi. How was work?”

He heaved out a sigh, moving to press a kiss to your cheek before dramatically flopping spread-eagled on the bed. “Exhausting. Why is our living room overrun by rugrats?” 

“Sorry, babe. I know you must be tired.” 

“Sorry, babe. I know you must be tired.” 

“Sorry, babe. I know you must be tired.” 

“I’m okay. I’m happy to see you though, c’mere,” He reached out, looping his arms around your waist and tugging you down across his body with an overexaggerated grunt. “Hi.” 

You giggled at the feeling of Steve’s hands snaking under your shirt, squishing his cheeks between your fingertips until his lips puckered out comically. His eyes crinkled with spluttered laughter at your actions, fingers digging into your sides. 

“Steve!” You whisper-shouted, trying your best to wriggle out of his grip but failing spectacularly. Steve managed to flip the two of you over, halting in his vicious tickling assault to press his mouth against yours in a sweet kiss that you returned with hummed pleasure, tangling your fingers into his soft hair. 

“I missed you today.” He mumbled against your lips, pulling away just the slightest bit to gaze down at you lovingly, like you were his favorite sight in the whole world. Before you could respond to his utterance, he began peppering kiss after kiss against your skin—under your chin, behind your ear, down the column of your throat—his nose nudging against your pulse point with every touch of his lips to your flushed skin. 

Steve’s hands started to fumble at the hem of your shirt, and that was when you stopped him, pressing your hands against his heaving chest. 

“Steve,” You breathed again, this time a little more insistently. He just made a vague grunt in acknowledgement, continuing his exploration of your neck. “Steve, the kids—they’re right down the hall.” 

“The kids don’t give a crap, they’re watching TV.” 

“We can’t.” You insisted, giving a soft tug at the hair at the nape of his neck. “You know we can’t.” 

Steve groaned, dropping down on top of you with his whole body weight. His voice was muffled from where he’d buried his face in the crook of your shoulder. “I know. Can’t we just kick them all out?” 

“You’re the one who told them they’re welcome here anytime.” 

“Yeah, well, I didn’t actually mean it. A guy’s gotta have his own space for his lady friends.” 

You let out an amused snort. “Friends, plural?” 

“Friend! Singular. Just you, nobody else whatsoever.” He corrected quickly, propping himself back up on his forearms with an adorably guilty smile. “You know what I mean, right?” 

“You’re lucky I do.” You chuckled, shoving him off you playfully. “Go ask the kids if they wanna stay for dinner.” 

Steve’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t think—” 

“Think they’d be okay with pizza?” 

“Baby, they’d be okay with cardboard as long as it’s free.” 

“Good. Go.” 

“But—” 

“Go.” 

He huffed out a sigh, heaving himself off the bed and trekking back out to the living room, clapping to get the teenagers’ attention. “Alright, we’re getting pizza for dinner. There’s the phone, use it to call your parents, do whatever, I don’t care. I need a headcount in ten minutes or I’m driving everyone home.” 

They all looked around at each other, then back at Steve with identical shrugs. 

“We don’t need to call our parents. They’re cool with us staying out.” Dustin replied nonchalantly, linking his hands behind his head. 

“Jesus, really?” Steve frowned. “So much freedom, it’s ridiculous.” 

“Just means it’s your lucky day, Steve-o.” 

“Lucky me.” He muttered, but his attention was just as soon drawn away when you materialized from the hallway, stopping to ruffle Will’s hair with a wink on your way to the kitchen. 

Steve watched dumbly as you rifled through one of the drawers with furrowed brows, then grinned triumphantly when you found what you were looking for—the menu for the pizza place downtown. Even something as mundane as that had him entranced, because shit, you were his girl, and he was goddamn lucky to call you it. With the way the light pouring through the kitchen window hit you at just the right angle so that you looked heaven sent, and how your lips twisted to the side in thought as you skimmed the menu, Steve was so far gone it wasn’t even funny anymore. 

It was Max chucking a pillow at his head that yanked him out of his thoughts, drawing him back to reality with seven pairs of eyes staring right at him. 

“Huh?” He blurted, feeling his cheeks grow warm. 

“Y/N asked what we want on the pizza.” El chimed in helpfully, to which Steve shrugged. 

“I don’t mind.” 

“Okay, so that’s two larges with everything except anchovies and onions?” You confirmed, glancing at the kids for nods of approval. “Great. I’ll call.” 

While you busied yourself with the phone, Dustin jabbed an elbow into Steve’s side, tapping at a spot beside his mouth on his own face. “You got a lil something right there, dude.” 

“What?” Steve’s hand flew up to where Dustin was gesturing at. Remnants of your lip gloss, maybe? 

“Drool.” 

“Oh shut up, Henderson,” He rolled his eyes, slapping the bill of the younger boy’s hat down over his eyes before grabbing him in a headlock. Dustin let out a noise of indignance, managing to wrestle Steve to the floor with a triumphant shout. “You little turd, I’m gonna—” 

“Watch the vase on the table, dipshits!” You called. Both boys glanced up from their playful tussling to see you standing with your hands on your hips, shooting them a pointed look. “I just got those flowers this morning.” 

“And they’re fantastic, obviously,” Dustin blurted, wriggling out of Steve’s grip with a toothy grin aimed your way. “You have beautiful taste, Y/N.” 

“Kiss ass.” Steve muttered, shaking his head as he climbed to his feet. “‘M gonna go shower before dinner. Make sure the little shits don’t tear the place apart, yeah?” 

“Good. You reek.” You snickered, sidestepping his attempt to jab his fingers into your side before he disappeared down the hall. Leaning against the back of the couch, you glanced around at the kids, only to see that they were already looking back at you. “You guys wanna watch a movie tonight, or something?” 

“Yeah, a movie’s fine.” Lucas shrugged. “When are you and Steve gonna get married?” 

“Oh my god, yes! Little mini Steves and Y/N’s running around would be so cute.” 

“Well, maybe just Y/N. I dunno about mini Steves.” 

The clamor of overlapping voices grew louder and more excited with each word, and also confused the hell out of you in the process. 

“Guys, guys! Calm down, all of you!” You exclaimed, waving your hands in the air to get their attention. “What even—where is all this coming from?” 

“You guys live together, obviously love each other, and act like a married couple already, so why not, like…make it official?” Will explained casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“And then after marriage comes kids.” added El, nodding thoughtfully. Various sounds of agreement sounded from the rest of the group. 

“I don’t think you guys really understand what getting married actually means,” You chuckled, perching on the armrest of the couch. “Steve and I are still young—way too young to get married and even think about having kids. Shit, it feels like we’re still kids. And besides, who needs kids when we’ve already got you guys? You’re basically ours at this point.” 

“But do you want those things? In the future, when you’re both old enough and ready?” Max asked, uncharacteristically soft spoken for the usually tough and stoic girl. The answer was immediately a resounding yes, but you bit your tongue for a few moments before nodding. 

“Yeah. Eventually. I think we could have a great life together.” You sighed, feeling your heart beat just a tiny bit faster at the mere thought of it. “Okay, this just got way too deep. Go pick out a movie, and nobody breathes a word of this to Steve unless they want their hang out privileges pulled!” 

That shut them up quick, every single one of them scrambling over each other to the stack of movies in the corner of the room. You, on the other hand, replayed your thoughts in your head.

This was the first time you’d ever admitted to wanting a future life and kids with Steve, but that didn’t make it any less true. You could see yourself living the nuclear family life with him when you were older. It seemed…peaceful. Perfect, even. 

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Steve had heard the whole thing from the bedroom (it was a small apartment, and noise traveled), where he was just about to hop in the shower when he’d heard his name mentioned. And he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he wanted the same as you.

Hell, he’d even thought about proposing to you a handful of times already, but always chickened out before he could act on it. But now, knowing that you wanted the same thing sometime in the future, the idea became a little more than just a fantasy. 

After a lot of bickering, the kids finally settled on Ghostbusters, despite huffs of ‘but we’ve seen it four times already!’ and equally as frustrated ‘because it’s a goddamn classic!’ in response. Steve emerged from the shower just as the pizza arrived, and soon enough, everyone was settled into their respective seats—the kids piling onto the couch, and you on the overstuffed armchair off to the side with Steve sat cross-legged on the floor at your feet. 

The movie was playing on the TV, but you honestly weren’t really paying an ounce of attention to it. You were fixated on your boyfriend. How the light from the TV screen washed over his features in a way that made him look even more perfect, if at all possible. How he threw his head back in laughter at every one of Venkman’s quips like he was hearing them for the first time, even though he’d seen the movie about a billion times before already. His mouth was full of pizza whilst he did, but that was one of the things that made him Steve.

Your Steve. Your best friend, the love of your life, the one you wanted to grow old with. 

“You’re staring, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, poking at your knee with a small smile that you couldn’t help but mirror. “‘Mkay, scooch over, I’m coming up.” 

You gladly obliged, shifting over to let him squish his tall frame into the tiny space beside you. After much wriggling, trying to fold his long legs comfortably, and a few elbows to your ribs, Steve finally settled on pulling you half onto his lap, throwing his legs over the armrest and letting his arm dangle over the back of the chair. His body radiated warmth where you were cuddled up against him, his hair fluffy and soft from his earlier shower when you pressed your lips against the side of his head in a fleeting kiss. 

“You comfy yet?” You whispered amusedly, breath tickling the shell of his ear gently. 

“Very.” 

“Good. Now stop moving.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Steve was quiet for a while, letting you watch the movie uninterrupted—until he got bored and started tracing shapes against the bare skin of your arm. You didn’t mind, he always did this whenever he grew uninterested in something you were doing, but the shapes quickly turned into letters the more you focused on them. Three words, eight letters, ghosting over and over again on your arm. 

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love—

“Steve, stop,” You chided, lacing your fingers through his to halt his movements. “That tickles.” 

“But I’m bored!” He whined, throwing his head back dramatically. You tore your eyes away from the screen, reaching up to swipe your thumb across his pouty lower lip in an attempt to push it back. Steve batted your hand away, trying his best to nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck despite the awkward angle he was at. You just sighed good-naturedly, because if there was one thing you’d learned about Steve Harrington all the years you’d been together, it was that he got extremely clingy when he was tired. 

“Take a nap, Stevie. I know you’re tired from work.” You replied softly. “Just sleep, bub. I got you.” 

Steve’s response was an immediate ‘okay’. He would never admit it in front of the kids, but he loved falling asleep in your arms. It made him feel safe. And despite the tough, suave older guy persona he gave off in front of everyone else, that was all he really wanted to be. Safe. 

You smoothed a hand down his back as his eyes fluttered shut, and it didn’t take long for him to slip into a peaceful sleep, soft, rhythmic puffs of breath tickling your neck as he napped. 

Looking over at the kids, you had to stifle a chuckle at the sight of all six of them fast asleep as well. 

For a movie they’d insisted on, it sure was funny how fast they’d conked out. 

You decided to see the movie through to its end by yourself, being careful not to shift around too much and disturb Steve’s slumber. 

And when the movie screen went black after it ended, you didn’t mind sitting in the dim living room for a while, stroking your fingers through his hair as you listened to the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen accompanied by everyone’s quiet snores. But when your arm started to go numb under the weight of Steve’s head, you very delicately roused him from his sleep. 

Steve blinked awake slowly, smacking his lips together as he focused on you groggily. “Time is it?” 

“Past midnight, probably. Movie’s over, kids fell asleep,” You whispered back, nudging him away from you gently and clambering to your feet to stretch your tingling limbs. Steve cast a glance over at the sleeping kids, running his hands through his hair clumsily before heaving himself to his feet with a heavy sigh. 

“We should get them home.” He yawned, but you caught his wrist before he could move to wake them up. “What?” 

“We can’t send them home, Stevie, they’re sleeping!” You exclaimed softly, tugging him back toward you. “Can’t we just leave them on the couch for the night? They look so peaceful.” 

“But that means we have to make them breakfast in the morning.” 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun! Like our own little family breakfast.” You were already padding away from him before he could register what you’d said, murmuring something about calling their parents to let them know. 

Family breakfast. Your family. 

Memories of the conversation he’d overheard earlier came flooding back at the sight of you chatting idly on the phone over in the kitchen, and as he threw blankets over the sleeping kids on the couch, he could suddenly picture doing the same thing if the two of you ever had kids of your own.

Maybe he’d scoop them up in his arms and take them back to their rooms with a kiss to their foreheads. Maybe you’d both bunk in the living room with them for a little family sleepover. He’d be fine with his back hurting the next day if it meant spending time with his kids. 

His kids. Fuck, he was thinking way too far into your words right now. 

Steve shook himself out of his thoughts, catching a glimpse of you slipping into the hallway and following you to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth while you showered, and when you made your way back to the bedroom after you were done, he was already laying in bed, one arm tucked behind his head as his eyes tracked your movements until you were settled in next to him under the covers. 

He immediately tugged you flush against him, pressing his nose to the top of your head and giving an overexaggerated sniff of your hair before sighing contentedly. “You smell so good.” 

“Glad you think so. I used your shampoo.” 

“You used—oh, you’re sneaky,” He lilted, pinching your arm gently with a soft smile. “My sneaky girl.” 

You just let out a soft, tired hum in response, snuggling closer to his bare chest. You’d almost let his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep when he spoke suddenly. 

“So…I heard you talking to the kids earlier. About us.” Steve’s voice was hushed, but still punched through the comfy silence, and his words made you freeze. “About our future.” 

You traced an absentminded finger along his bicep, stalling for time as you floundered for a suitable response. How were you supposed to justify confiding your future to a bunch of 14 year olds? 

“They were—they were curious.” 

“Did you mean what you said? About marriage and kids, and shit?” You could tell he was trying his hardest to sound casual, but it was Steve. You knew him like the back of your hand, so you knew that the little Steve Harringtons in his brain were probably running around sounding alarm bells right about now. He must’ve taken your prolonged silence as an answer, because he cleared his throat awkwardly. “You don’t have to answer, I was just—” 

“I did. I do…mean it.” You blurted, fidgeting fingers stilling on his arm. “Marriage and kids and shit with you sounds like a dream.” 

“A good one, I hope?” 

You let out a breathy laugh. “A very good one.” 

Emotions thrummed through Steve’s chest like something warm—excitement, relief. More excitement. Even more relief. You wanted the same thing he did. He wasn’t sure what he would’ve done if you didn’t. Probably just sucked it up and died a little inside. 

“God, I love you, sweetheart. Have I told you that?” 

“Only about five times a day.” 

“Only five? Man, I need to up my game. My girl needs to hear it a solid ten at least.” 

“Dork.” You mumbled, pressing your lips against his chest where you laid, then inching your way up until you finally reached his face, both your stupid smiles visible even in the dark room. 

The kiss you pressed to Steve’s lips was giggly and deliriously sleepy, but still sincere, a promise of forever and always facing down into his belly and searing itself into his very core. “I love you. I can’t wait for our future.” 

“Our future. That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard,” He breathed, splaying a hand across your hip over the covers. “You, me, a bunch of lil nuggets, just taking on the world.” 

“A bunch? How many kids do you want, dude?” 

“Oh, at least six.” 

Your eyes widened almost comically. “Six? I am not giving you six kids, Steve Harrington.” 

“But—” 

“I’m going to sleep now.” You said firmly, shutting him up with a pointed look. 

Steve sighed, settling on tucking himself even closer to you, letting you nestle your head against the dip in his collarbones comfortably. “Fair. We’ll talk about it another time. Love you.” 

“Love you.” You echoed, stifling a yawn. 

Steve fell asleep fast yet again, leaving you awake with nothing to do but think. 

Your eyes drifted across his bare torso, flitting over every single freckle and mole dotting his smooth skin and wondering how long it would take you to kiss every single one of them. Probably a long time. You’d have time to kiss all of him any time you wanted when you spent the rest of your lives together. 

You’d have time to do anything you wanted when you spent the rest of your lives together. And maybe one day that anything would include a few little nuggets running around wreaking havoc in your home. You weren’t sure when, or how many (though you already knew that Steve would continue to push for six), but one thing you knew for sure was that you’d be happy with anything at all as long as Steve Harrington was by your side. 

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[babyboy-cody]

Literally your Grayson smut has me GONE 😵‍💫😵‍💫 can I ask for like anything that has to do with Gray fingering reader with his arm across the back of the couch and his lips against your ear with dirty talk???? Love you!

okay you’ve officially KILLED ME 😮‍💨

It had been Kristina and yours idea to have a movie night/fort. While the twins were reluctant, seeing the excitement on their girls’ faces was enough for them to help create the giant fort in the living room. Kristina and Ethan chose their spot on the floor in front of yours and Grayson’s spot on the couch. The four of you had your own assortment of snacks so that there wasn’t the continuous interruption of the movie when one of you needed to get up and get another snack.

The layout of the separate forts were quite simple. For Ethan and Kristina’s fort, couch cushions were placed behind and on either side of them with a large blanket covering the top. The cushions were big enough for them to sit underneath without their heads touching the blanket. Yours and Grayson’s fort had tall cushions on either side with a bigger blanket covering the top, sides, as well as the back of the couch. The lights were all off and the sun had already set - the only source of light being from the huge television hung on the wall above the fireplace.

Halfway through the movie, Grayson had gotten a little bored and started getting distracted by his own thoughts. He subtly turned his head to look down at you, his thoughts suddenly being overcome by you. The soft hues of light coming from the television made you look angelic that it nearly took his breath away. With your beautifully curled eyelashes, the soft slope of your nose, your parted lips as your entire focus was on the movie playing - every single thing about you enticed him. He couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head until his lips were at your ear to huskily whisper, “You’re so pretty.”

Almost immediately, your attention was pulled away from the movie and was focused on the handsome man beside you. You felt your cheeks warm up as your breathing stuttered. “Pay attention to the movie,” you softly whispered and nudged him with your elbow. Grayson loved how shy you got when you were complimented, especially when it came from him. He was obsessed with the effect he had on you.

“How could I when you’re sitting next to me?” He whispered in your ear again, watching closely when you squirmed closer to him. “You don’t understand how hard it is not to fuck you right here.”

You muffled your gasp and looked up at him in shock at how vulgar he was being, especially with company around. He has a smug grin on his face as he licks his lips. Under the blanket splayed across both your laps, he placed his right hand on your inner thigh and slowly spreads them.

“Think you can keep quiet for me, pretty girl?” He huskily asked in your ear, lightly nipping your earlobe and relishing in the way you shivered. You frantically nodded and bit your lip as you gripped the blanket to make sure it doesn’t slide down. There was a lump in your throat and a rush of butterflies in your stomach. It dawned on you that Grayson was seriously going to finger you while Ethan and Kristina were a few feet away.

He applied the slightest pressure against the crotch of your shorts. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles, hard enough for you to feel those sparks of pleasure. Your lips part to let out a choked and soft gasp. Grayson chuckles quietly in your ear before whispering, “That feel good?” And you nod frantically while eagerly spreading your thighs more open. It was embarrassing how desperate you seemed, but every little thing Grayson did always made you desperate. “If I slide my hand down these little shorts, are you gonna be wet for me?”

“M-Maybe..” you let out a shy giggle, barely flinching when a loud explosion erupts from the movie. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

He immediately slides his large and veiny hand under the waistband of your shorts, pressing his fingers back against the crotch of your panties this time - the fabric so damp and sticking to your dripping pussy. Grayson lets out a muffled groan that he hides in your hair. Somehow, the thought of getting caught didn’t scare you anymore. It just amped up the excitement.

“You’re dripping through these fucking panties,” he huffs a small laugh of disbelief, his hot breath hitting your ear and making you shiver once again. “Take off your shorts.” To your dismay, he pulls his hand out and gets himself comfortable - legs spread, body slouched, left arm never once moving from behind your shoulders on the back of the couch. Hastily pulling off your shorts, you readjusted the blanket until it covered yours and Grayson’s lap, as well as spreading your thighs to its original position. His hand goes right back between them and nestles against your clothed cunt. He can feel the outline of your pussy lips against the thin fabric and the small button of your clit beginning to swell.

Kristina and Ethan suddenly let out boisterous laughter after a particular funny scene, briefly scaring you at the possibility if one or both of them coming out if their fort and catching you and Grayson. His long fingers start rubbing your clit a little faster, now applying harder pressure for you to feel that tingly sensation. You rest your head back on his arm, your hips barely twitching against his hand. He whispers a small “fuck” in your ear, very slowly and finally sliding his hand into your panties to gain perfect access to your bare pussy.

Your brows furrowed and bitten lips parted, your face contorting into one of relief. Grayson couldn’t believe how wet you were until he dipped his fingers down to scoop some of your slick. He can almost here the obscene wet noises of his fingers rubbing all over your click to spread your wetness. You hastily grabbed onto his wide wrist, nails digging into his tanned and hairy skin.

With his lips against your ear, in a husky and gruff voice, he mumbles, “Just lay back and let daddy do what he does best.” Almost instantly, he began rubbing frantic circles on your swollen clit, applying just the right amount of pressure that has your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing. He’s rubbing you just right - it’s almost too much but not enough. The hood of your clit just barely pulled back until your bundle of nerves was fully exposed. The pads of Grayson’s fingers pressed down against it and it has your stomach bursting with butterflies. More slick pools out of you as you fight back your moans. With one hand around his moving wrist, the other clamps down over your mouth.

“I can’t wait to fuck you nice and hard when this movie ends,” Grayson cockily tells you, pulling away to look at your expression. His pupils have expanded from arousal. He never once let up the speed of his fingers on your inflamed cunt. He rubs much faster and harder, loving how hard it is for you not to let out your pleasure filled squeals and moans. Your hips began bucking more freely against his hand. “You want my fingers inside, pretty girl?”

“Yes yes yes yes,” you quietly babbled incoherently as your clit throbbed erratically, the tingles spreading like a wildfire throughout your lower-half. Your toes curled when Grayson roughly shoves his middle and ring fingers inside your cunt, the burning stretch making your eyes cross as you let out a pretty loud gasp that was thankfully silenced by a couple arguing on the screen. He starts fucking your pussy with his fingers, crooking them and rubbing your g-spot perfectly. The palm of his hand presses and rubs your clit. Both sensations has your mind turning to mush.

“You’re just soaking all over my fingers, aren’t you?” He softly asks in a condescending way. You can now hear the sopping wet noises of his fingers fucking your insides. You didn’t realize how loud it was.

“Yo, can you both stop making out please?” Ethan shouted from his spot in his own fort, immediately making your eyes open and thighs shutting around Grayson’s hand and wrist. “It’s loud as fuck! And gross!”

“My bad, bro,” Grayson lets out a full belly laugh and doesn’t stop the come hither motions of his fingers. He looks down at you with a grin wide enough for you to see the jewel on his canine tooth. He silently raised his brows at you as if challenging you to say something. He pulls his fingers out from your tightening cunt, just as you’re on the cusp of a strong orgasm, and he goes back to rubbing your clit at a fast pace. Your mouth falls open and your head falls back against his arm again. You’re holding onto his arm with both hands now to ground yourself. He leans in close to your face, his floppy hair brushing against your temple. “Are you gonna cum, angel?”

At the sight of your frantic nodding and heavy panting, he rubs faster and harder. And then you felt it. The wave getting higher and higher and higher. Your toes curled as you practically humped his hand like a dog in heat. When that wave finally crashed down, you had to bury your face in Grayson’s neck. He gruffly groans and shoves his middle and ring fingers back inside your pussy, feeling your walls contracting around them to keep your orgasm going. He slows his fingers to a stop before gently rubbing your overstimulated clit with his thumb. When you let out a small whimper against neck, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead and pulls his fingers out of you.

“You still wanna fuck later?” He bluntly asks you, staring at his pruned fingers coated in your cum.

You elbowed him with a quiet laugh. “How could I refuse that offer?”

He side eyes you - a gesture he always does because it makes you blush - and slowly licks his fingers into his mouth, letting out a deep moan only you can hear. Suddenly, the movie pauses and Ethan announced, “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You quickly grabbed the couch pillow and held it against your chest to hide your still fast breathing. You always shut your thighs and move them into a criss-cross position, stifling a gasp at the ache in and around your pussy. Grayson licks his lips and subtly wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist just as Ethan stands and looks at you both.

“No more making out!” He points at you both.

You and Grayson look at each other, both of you hiding a smirk before looking at Ethan. When you both nod in agreement, watching as he leaves to the bathroom, you lean over to whisper in Grayson’s ear, “Can I suck your dick?”

[emjiroki]

Megumi x Reader NSFW (aged up)

18+ Minors DNI

Word Count:1.9k

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Teasing, Explicit Scenes and Language

My first real Megumi fic! I had to write something for him because I’m in love him and his daddy 🤤💕 He was alot of fun to write and I’ll definitely be doing more for him later! Big thank you to @fuwushiguro​ for her beta work and editing for me like an Angel! Hope everyone enjoys reading ❤ 

Teasing Megumi Fushiguro was always a good time. Watching his face flushing as you grazed your fingers across the front of his pants or the light breathy kisses pressed to that soft spot beneath his ear that always made him rock hard. But you had never been bold enough to try it in public, especially not in front of your mutual friends at a restaurant.

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Yuuji had called and pestered Megumi into coming to dinner that night, him begrudgingly agreeing after some rib pokes from you. 

“It’ll be fun” You had said, fighting a smirk from your face and kissing him just long enough to make him breathless.

“Only because you’ll be there” Megumi had said with a soft smile, pulling you forward to press against him. ‘If only you knew’  

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“Yeah, Gojo sensei would have been here but he’s out of town” Yuuji said, sucking you back into the conversation. 

“Well I’m happy to have a break from him, been dealing with that crazy asshole and his sweet tooth for too long,” Nobara said with a relieved sigh, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Ha. You think you have? That's laughable” Megumi scoffed with a roll of his eyes. 

“Like you don’t love him” You said with a smile, knowing that Gojo’s contact picture in Megumi’s phone was one of them together last year at everyone’s graduation. 

“Think what you want, Gojo is a thorn in my side” He said, dark eyes fixing you with a stern look as you slowly, innocently, placed your hand on his thigh. He was tense, waiting for any sign of movement to stop you, but you left your hand still, the flexed muscles under your fingertips relaxing. 

“But you love me, right Fushiguro?” Yuuji said, elbowing into his side with a bright smile. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Megumi said, fighting a smirk as Yuuji laughed. Conversation died down once the food came, everyone eager to dig in since you didn’t get good sushi very often. But your mind was elsewhere. Hand cupped around the top of Megumi’s leg, the light pressure of your fingers dragging against his inner thigh catching his attention and nearly making him choke. He swatted your hand away under the table, a light blush on his cheeks as he coughed.

“Are you okay, love?” You asked concernedly, even as he glared at you. It was so hard to fight the smile from your face. 

“Yeah I’m fine,” Megumi said with emphasis. The look he gave you when everyone else was settled down told you he knew the game you were playing. That you were testing his patience. Your hand was tracing slowly up and down his thigh, his breath hitching every now and then when you got too close to the ever growing tent in his pants, a sly smirk aimed in his direction as his flush darkened. 

“Hey Fushiguro you okay? Looking a little red” Yuuji asked with his cheeks stuffed. 

“Just the wasabi” Megumi said almost too quickly, “And don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s grOSs”. His voice changed octaves for a moment when you grabbed his cock, the fabric of his clothes rubbing against him and the firmness of your grip making a shiver roll down his spine. 

“Did you hit your knee?” Nobara asked, reaching for the soy sauce, “I’ve gotten bruises from these damn low tables so many times”. Megumi simply nodded in agreement, deciding to keep quiet because he definitely didn’t trust his voice. Yuuji and Nobara began arguing over the last spicy tuna roll, and Megumi’s attention was focused on you. His stormy blue eyes were dark behind shining pupils, the flush of fresh warmth to his cheeks giving his skin a rosy glow. It took everything in you not to kiss him. You begin to get more bold, deft fingers pulling at his pants button, all while the other two were still bickering. Megumi’s hand suddenly stopped you, inches away from undoing the zipper, and fixed you with a heated stare. He quickly, and subtly, buttoned his pants again. 

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” Megumi said. You moved your hand away quickly as he scooted his chair away from the table and stood, “I’ll pay for drinks if you two monsters cover the sushi”.

“Will do!” Nobara said with a smile, stuffing the last piece into her mouth. Not even five minutes after Megumi was out of sight, a text came in through your phone. Thank god you silenced it. 

‘Come here. Now.’ it read. Heat pooled in your gut. He was really going along with this. You almost jumped from your chair and ran to the bathroom but you kept calm, sliding your phone back into your purse and pulling your dress down a little to stand up. 

“I’m gonna go grab another beer from the bar since we’re tabbing up soon. Anyone else want one?” You asked, an excited flush to your cheeks. 

“Me please” Yuuji said, holding up his empty bottle. You made it seem like you were walking to the bar, silently thanking whoever built this place for keeping the bathroom so close to it, looking back to see if they noticed you and ducked into the bathroom. You were a step from the door when Megumi’s hand shot out and snatched your wrist, dragging you inside and locking the door. A quiet squeak escaped you when he pushed you against the door, a thick thigh pressing up against your wet panites as he pinned your wrists above your head. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He snapped, blue eyes furious as he glared at you. 

“Just having a little fun Gumi” You purred, finger flexing with the need to touch him. “Don’t you like fun?”.

“Not when I have to wait through dinner and car ride home before the real fun begins. Teasing is a dirty little game to play” He said in a low voice, lips so close to your ear you could almost turn your head and kiss him. 

“I never said you had to wait for anything” You said, the response coming out breathier than you had expected, but it received the desired effect. A low groan pulled its way from his chest, his hands loosening their hold on your wrists to move down to your waist, pulling you away from the door and turning you to the row of sinks. 

“So you want to be fucked in public, baby? Why didn’t you just tell me earlier?” Megumi asked, his breath hot in your ear as he pushed you forward, “Would’ve bent you over in front of that whole restaurant if you wanted.” Heat flushed your body as he turned you back around to face him and manhandled you up onto the counter. You knew what he was saying wasn’t true, Megumi having a little more dignity than to do that, but it was still so hot to hear him talk so dirty. You grasped his face between your hands and pressed your lips to his, another low moan rolling out against your tongue as it slid across his lip. The kiss was hurried, frenzied, but that’s okay. You would have all the time in the world later. But right now you need each other. Immediately. You tried to pull yourself away for a moment to remove your panties but he wouldn’t let you. Pulling your dress up around your hips, he was almost panting at the sight of the sheer black underwear you had decided to wear. Megumi quickly undid the button and zipper of his pants, his hardened cock arching up as he pulled his underwear down.

“Teasing me like that” He huffed,cheeks flushing anew as he yanked the pretty, soaked panties to the side, “You want to act like a needy bitch in heat then you’ll get fucked like one”. You were thankful you had been wet long before you got here because he wasted no time pushing in, choking off any moans with a hand around your throat. 

“Don’t want to mess up that pretty lipstick” Megumi said with a low groan as your pulsing cunt squeezed around him. “We gotta be quiet Baby”.

‘Speak for yourself’ you thought as he pressed a panting kiss to your lips, setting his teeth into his bottom lip to keep any sounds at bay. Your legs were curled around his waist as he pumped into you, his hands gripping your hips and keeping you hanging just off the edge of the counter. 

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Wanted to be fucked like a little whore?” Megumi groaned, his hand releasing your throat to get better leverage, “Really pushing my limits today”. A surprised moan escaped you when his right hand slapped down against your bare ass not once but twice, his long fingers smoothing over the stinging flesh. Heat rose to your cheeks at the thought of someone actually hearing you, someone trying to get into the bathroom to find it locked and the sound of you being fucked out of your mind behind the door. 

“Don’t get bashful now love, live in it because we’ve gotta go.” Megumi sped up his thrusts, the obscene, squelching noises only getting louder along with your barely restrained moans. 

“Fuck Gumi, I’m gonna cum” You squealed, digging your heels into his lower back to pull him even closer. 

“Cum around my cock so everyone can hear you” He nearly growled into your ear, his hips stuttering as you clenched down around him. You tried not to moan too loud, you really did and you hoped the music from the bar outside would cover any noise, but spots were blinking behind your eyelids as his hot cum filled your insides, the panting moan of your name rolling off his tongue nearly had you cumming again in your oversensitivity. With no time to bask in the afterglow, he pulled out, quickly pulling your panties back into place so nothing would drip down your legs for now. 

“Keep everything in those panties until we get home and I’ll give you a treat,” Megumi said with a quick kiss before fixing his pants. After cleaning yourself up, as much as possible anyway, you left the bathroom first. Making your way over to the bar you ran into Nobara, two beer bottles in hand. 

“Hey where did you go? Yuuji and I have been waiting” she said, taking a sip of her beer. You thought of something quickly as you felt Megumi’s cum leaking into your underwear.

 “Uh Megumi got sick, too much wasabi apparently, he sent me a text and I was making sure he was okay to go home” You said quickly, mentally patting yourself on the back. “Oh that sucks! Well we can get together again later!” She said with a shrug, following you back to the table where Megumi was counting out the drink money.

“I’m sorry you got sick, man” Yuuji said with a disappointed sigh. You almost smiled. Great minds think alike. 

“Not a big deal, it’ll pass,” Megumi said, taking a sip of his water and trying his best to act ill. Yuuji slung an arm around his shoulders. 

“But don’t you worry, we’ll be back soon! We’ve got a lot of good memories in this place” He grinned. 

“Yeah” Megumi said, locking eyes with you, a small smile pulling at his lips, “We do.” 

[alastors-radioshow]

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As soon as the messages are sent, Valentino shuts the phone off and tucks it into the pocket of his own coat with a chuckle. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate the free photo of his favorite cat~”

Mordecai chews on the tie in his mouth while glowering at the moth demon in front of him. Maybe, if he wears it down enough, he can snap it free. Sure, it’s his own tie, and he spares no expense for his clothing…but he couldn’t care less.

He’s mad…and he wants to let it loose.

“I can’t have much more fun with you in this chair, though,” Valentino muses, leaning down to a nearly 90 degree angle just to look Mordecai in the eye. “I’d have far more options if I moved you to my personal chambers.”

With that, he reaches over the cat’s shoulder to press a buzzer on his desk…though he doesn’t get away scot free. Mordecai lunges to the side, managing to dig his one remaining and sharp canine tooth into the moth’s arm and creating a nasty gash that causes the overlord to pull back once the buzzer’s gone off. The flirty and smug air is immediately replaced by rage, causing him to lash out and offer a strong backhand that sends Mordecai’s head metaphorically spinning.

“BITCH! That hurt! God damn it!! Now I need to disinfect this!”

The buzzer, as it turns out, was meant to summon two of Valentino’s bouncers. They enter the room side by side, and the moth looks over at them, still scowling. “Get him into my room…and get him a proper muzzle. He doesn’t know how to play nice.”

Mordecai’s gaze turns to the two demons approaching him once Valentino leaves the room, presumably to wash his newly gained cut. They’re much bigger than he is, both in height and mass…but that doesn’t mean anything when you have the level of skill he’s built up over the years.

One of the bouncers (a snake demon) moves behind him to loosen the ropes…and that’s when he strikes. In a flash, Mordecai stands up, extends the claws of his left hand, and swipes it across the face of the guard in front of him (a bear demon), managing to damage him enough that his sight is rendered useless. The one behind him pulls a knife from his coat in order to retaliate, but when he makes a stab forward, Mordecai manages to dodge, flinging himself to the right and into the stumbling bear hard enough to send them both falling onto the floor.

Of course, this puts the bear into a bit of an advantageous position; with Mordecai literally on top of him, he quickly wraps both arms around the feline and begins to squeeze, crushing him in his grip and making him wheeze as the air is literally forced out of his lungs. Meanwhile, the snake demon moves in, quickly closing the gap and trying to stab him again - and, again, Mordecai is quick, managing to move himself just enough that the blade merely grazes his left cheek before sinking into the shoulder of the bear holding him in place.

This, in turn, lets him get free of the arms that loosen from around his torso due to the pain, and he immediately rolls himself forward before grabbing a letter opener off of Valentino’s desk and brandishing it as a temporary weapon.

He hears screams coming from down the hall; not of pain, but of fear.

Despite how it makes his newly cut cheek ache, Mordecai grins.

Alastor’s here.

The stag had moved quickly through town, each step he took pure agony as his limbs stretched and creaked, antlers sprouting new branches, stretching out like the crown of a tree. His eyes had completely blackened by the time he reached his destination, black, tar-like liquid seeping out from between his teeth.

The rage was overwhelming, blinding. He didn't care who saw, he didn't care who got hurt. If you stood in his way, he would erase you from existence. Nothing mattered more to him than to get to Mordecai.

Nothing mattered more than to get his partner back.

Luckily, most hellizens knew not to approach him. Not even when he wasn't consumed by rage. But now? People ran. He didn't care. He saw red, and he wouldn't rest until he had ripped the wings off of that moth, and wiped that smile off of his face.

Getting in was not an issue. The guards? Cowards. Some ran, others met their unfortunate demise rather swiftly. Pity. They should have run away like the others.

You heard him, before you saw him. Crimson claws dragging across the wall, positively shredding the wallpaper. He'd step out of the shadows, his body having seemingly stretched, his already staggering height having increased with at least a foot. And they screamed. Oh. How they screamed, when they saw him.

Now, Alastor was usually a rather composed individual, most hadn't even heard him raise his voice, let alone seen him display anger. This was far beyond anger. This was pure, unfiltered rage. And it read loud and clear as his voice pierced the halls, laced with venom.

"V̸̱̣͍͚̗̽̿̂̉́͑̾͛͘̕͝A̸̪̎̽̑̐̀͛͗̆͝͝͝͠͝Ḻ̴̩̋̾̊͘E̴̫̲̬̔͂̽́̆Ǹ̷͓̩̭͓̬͈͈̍͛̅͆̓T̶̞̬̪̠̿͜Į̸̨͇̙̼͖̼̮̔͊̃͐̔͋͂̅̋͌̋͝͝N̷̠̫̟̳̝̰̦̱̘̰̅̌͜Ǫ̴͉̰̫̦̫̯͎̟̯̹́!̵̡̰͍̝͚̼͇͉̟̟̻̗̉̇̂!̶̡̟͍̝̹̠͎̈́̌́̐̈́͒̀̕͝!̶̛̙̙̰̯̥ͅ"

[pearlsephoni]

Shinkane Week 2022, Day 4: Envy

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: G

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Shinkane (Kogami/Akane)

Characters: Akane Tsunemori, Shinya Kogami, Shuusei Kagari (my beloved)

Word Count: 1,056

Summary: A silly debate between Akane and Kagari over candy flavors seems to get under Kogami's skin.

A/N: Written for @shinkaneweek! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

“Your favorite flavor is lemon?”

Akane couldn’t help giggling at the affronted look on Kagari’s face. “Yes…? What’s wrong with lemon?”

“It’s so…so…bland!” Kagari cried out. “They never make the candy's flavor strong enough, and what they do put tastes too sweet! At least lime candy keeps the bitterness, and green apple tastes fresh!”

“Well, what’s your favorite flavor?”

“The humble cherry,” Kagari sniffed with a playful, arrogant grin…that slipped off his face at Akane’s laughter. “What?!”

“Cherry?” Akane giggled. “But that tastes like cough medicine!”

“No, it doesn't! You just don’t know how to get the good candy!”

“And you do?”

“Of course! Who do you think you’re talking to, Akane-chan?” With a flourish, Kagari produced his big jar of sweets—Akane still didn’t understand where he kept it amongst the clutter of his desk—and plucked the top off. “Let’s see…aha!” After some digging, he withdrew his hand to reveal two red candies in his palm. He popped one in his mouth and held the other out with a grin that made Akane think of chipmunks. “Here you are!”

“Thank you for the meal,” Akane laughed before placing it on her tongue. Her cheeks felt a bit warm thanks to Kagari’s sharp eyes watching her, but her awareness of his gaze was quickly washed away by flavor. “Woah!” she gasped, eyes widening and smile widening. “That’s so good!”

“Told ya s—”

“Can I have a lemon one?”

Kagari blinked. “…What?”

“If a cherry one tastes that good, then a lemon one must taste even better!” She smiled sweetly at Kagari’s petulant frown.

“But…but I gave you that because it’s better than the lemon one.”

“Maybe to you…but I don’t usually like cherry candy, and that one was good! So a flavor I usually like would taste amazing, right?”

“Aw, come on! You’re just taking advantage of my kindness!”

“You offered first!”

“Still—!”

“Kagari.” They both jumped at the low, admonishing voice, and whirled to see Kogami frowning at his screen. “Just give her the candy.”

“Ko-chan!” Kagari gasped in pure betrayal. “You’re taking her side?!”

“I’m taking my sanity’s side. Give her the lemon candy.”

With a huff, Kagari handed over a yellow candy, pouting at Akane’s satisfied smile. “He always takes your side,” he quietly grouched.

“‘Always’? There was only one other time!”

“We’ve only argued one other time!”

Oh. Akane blinked, and fought futilely against the warmth rising to her cheeks. “W-well…still,” was all she could muster. When she turned back to her computer, it was with the grudging awareness of Kagari’s knowing smirk.

That was the last time he offered her any candy, at least for the next month or so. The division’s attention was occupied by another person dodging Sibyl’s detection of their heightened coefficient, along with a string of robberies scattered through the city’s wealthiest neighborhood. By the time they tied off both cases, Akane had forgotten the petty argument, only reminded of it when Kagari would enjoy a piece of candy and stuck a tongue out at her bit-back smile.

Then one day she was about to step into the office, when she heard Kagari say, “Woah, when’d you get a sweet tooth?”

“I didn’t.” Her cheeks warmed immediately, a borderline-Pavlovian response to that voice.

“Then what’s with the—ohhhh. Oh my, Ko-chan.”

“Don’t.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“There isn’t one.” Akane bit her lip against a smile—Kogami never seemed able to talk with Kagari for very long without growing at least a little annoyed. “My mom just…gave me these.”

“And they just happened to be Akane-chan’s favori—ow!”

The yelp was accompanied with the sound of something hard knocking on something sturdy, making Akane wince before she finally stepped into the office. “Good morning!” she greeted, trying to sound as chipper and Not Suspicious as she could. The droll look Kogami shot her way told her she wasn’t successful.

“Morning, Akane-chan!” Kagari chirped, a self-satisfied grin curved over his face. “How’s your sweet tooth doing?”

Her heart leapt, a frankly silly reaction to such an innocuous, if strange, question. “Oh, um…what do you mean?”

“I’m getting coffee,” Kogami suddenly announced, pushing himself to his feet and slipping out of the office before anyone could say anything.

His departure made sense when Akane finally got to her desk. There, next to the inactivated holograms for her keyboard, was a small jar filled to the brim with bright yellow candies. The jar itself was unadorned, except for the little pink jellyfish sticker stuck to the glass.

She didn’t realize she was smiling. She was too distracted by the warmth blooming in her chest…until she looked up from the jar and was met by Kagari grinning at her. “Well?”

“Is this…did you…?

“C’mon, Akane-chan, I thought you were a detective.”

“I am! I just…” There was no fighting the flush rising to her cheeks, and she had to firmly turn away from Kagari before his grin could properly get under her skin. She focused instead on digging into her new treat, eagerly opening the jar and popping a candy into her mouth. A smile pushed at her warm cheeks, a rare feeling first thing in the morning as she waited for her computer to boot up. Not even the sound of Kogami returning could startle the curve from her lips, though she did steal a glance at him.

There was a beat, a breath, a half-second, where their eyes met, before Kogami’s gaze jerked towards his own desk. But no amount of avoiding looking at her could hide the distinct pink staining his ears. The sight made her heart skip another beat, and before she could stop herself, she was piping up, “Thank you, Kogami-san.”

He froze halfway into sitting down, and she was delighted to see the pink threaten to spread to his cheeks. “Ah…yeah, of course. Thought you’d enjoy them more than me.”

Akane didn’t know what her smile looked like, but whatever Kogami saw made his stony eyes soften and the usually-hard line of his lips gentle into the slightest curve, one she wouldn’t have noticed if she wasn’t already so well-versed in his microexpressions.

“God…I need a coffee.”

She jumped and looked away from Kogami just in time to see Kagari leaving. “Oh,” she gasped, “is he alright?”

“He’ll be fine,” Kogami scoffed, finally sitting down. “Just a bit of jealousy.”