#I wanna get a lip piercing this year so i'm going to use this as p r a c t i c e

[yymiya]

nothing more atrocious than a ready meal taking 55 minutes in the oven, do i look like i have the time? it is 4am and i'm sat on the kitchen couch having slept 3 hours from 8pm-11pm and that's all i will get tonight, i have a multitude of half-finished assignments and i'm stressing over a MAN that the entire flat refers to as my wife. he is not my wife. not yet. loaded fries, do i seem like i need the additional suffering??? cook quicker. be better.

[dustylovelyrun]

Imagine running on minimal sleep because your cat insists on shrieking out-of-tune soprano's each night, every night, being completely capable of getting sunburned through sunscreen, and realizing six cubic meters of firewood have just arrived in your front yard 🙃 Couldn't be me, no. Anyway, not planning on an inadvertent year long hiatus again BUT if it takes me a little to interact, or my queue empties itself out without notice again, you know why. That wood needs to come in. It'll absolutely be because of heatstroke. Again. Pray for my soul. My soul is quite fragile and holding on by frayed threads.

[hcsiqs]

| i love you, im sorry

• pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

• summary: inspired by gracie abram’s i love you im sorry

• warnings: angst ?? mean!paige kinda…

I like to slam doors closed

Trust me, I know it's always about me

I love you, I'm sorry

“Paige, please,” you begged as tears fell from your eyes and you tried to get the blonde girl to look at you, but she refused. “Don’t just push me away!”

“Go y/n! I don’t need you anymore, ok?” she replied, hurt evident in her voice. She jerked her arm away from you.

She had just torn her ACL and wanted nothing to do with anyone, especially you. It seemed like everything you had been doing for the past few weeks set her off. She hated the way you tried to help her and the fact that it seemed you pitted her, even though you weren’t trying to. You just wanted to help her, that’s all you ever want to do.

“I’m just trying to be there for you,” your voice dropped into a softer voice as mascara stained your cheeks.

“Well I don’t need you to be here for me or whatever the fuck,” she ran her hands down her face.

“I wanna help because I love you P,” you tried reminding her that all of this came from your love for her, but she didn’t wanna hear it.

“I don’t love you anymore,” her voice broke as she her piercing blue eyes made contact with your own and you could see that she meant every word.

You bit your lip trying to hold back your sniffles as your lips curved into a frown without you even trying. Your arms crossed over your body as you let out a hushed, “Ok,” before packing all your things from her room into a bag and leaving without saying another word. That was the last time you talked to Paige junior year.

Two summers from now

We'll have been talking, but not all

that often, we're cool now

Paige had decided to stay an extra year at UConn due to her injury that she suffered from a few years prior. And you just so happened to also be staying at UConn to get your graduates degree.

Obviously going to the same school you two had bumped into each other and exchanged a few words, but nothing much, both always seeming to be in a rush to avoid the awkwardness.

You had decided on taking a few summer classes and as you were walking with your head down you found yourself run into a taller figure. When you stepped back you immediately recognized who it was.

“Paige,” you said with a tight lipped smile.

“Y/N,” she replied with the same smile before shooing her teammates off. “How’ve you been?” she asked awkwardly pushing some of her hair behind her ear.

“Good,” you nodded, “Staying busy, you?”

“Yeah, yeah, good,” she replied nodding her head while shoving her hands into her pockets. “You—uh—you look good,” her eyes scanned you up and down, something you had gotten used to when you were together.

“Thanks. You too,” you were trying to keep the interaction short and sweet, not wanting to get into anything. “I gotta go, but see you around?”

“For sure,” she nodded before you walked off and tried erasing the entire interaction from your brain.

It wasn’t like you had talked at all in the past two years. You had your civil interactions here and there but never had them for too long. And you wanted to keep it that way. You wanted it to just stay cool between the two of you. Not wanting to bring up y’all’s past.

You were the best but you were the worst

As sick as it sounds, I loved you first

You had just finished your fall semester finals, so you and your friends decided to celebrate and get rid of all the stress by going to Ted’s and getting drunk.

It just so happened to be the same night that the UConn women’s basketball team had won a hard game against one of the best schools, and they had all decided to out to celebrate.

And that’s how you found yourself staring down a certain blonde at the bar who was obviously flirting with another girl. You kept telling yourself that it shouldn’t bother you because you had broken up almost two years ago now, but you could shake the “I loved her first” from your brain as you watched the two.

So, you took another shot to try and distract yourself. The burning sensation trickled down your throat before walking past Paige, ‘accidentally’ hitting her arm.

And once you found yourself in the comfortable muffled silence of the bathroom the door swung open to reveal the tall blonde basketball player. “What’s your problem? You’ve been staring at me all fuckin night long.”

“Have not,” you slurred, rolling your eyes and turning away from her to look in the mirror. Your lipstick was smudged from all the drinks you had taken and your mascara was messy under your eyes from continually rubbing them.

Paige moved closer to you, but not too close, almost scared that if she did you would run away and she would lose her chance. “Yeah. You have.”

“No,” you shook your head, meeting her gaze through the mirror.

“Dude, just fucking talk to me!”

“No! You don’t get to act like what happened is my fucking fault,” you raised your voice turning to the side to actually look at her up close. “You pushed me away, not the other way around.”

“I know and I regret it everyday. But every time I try to talk to you, you rush off!” Paige started moving her hands to represent her frustration with the situation.

“Why would I wanna talk to someone who is just going around flirting with random girls,” you snapped back before even realizing what you were saying. But as soon as the words left your mouth you immediately slammed your lips shut, afraid of what might come from them if you didn’t.

“So that’s what this is about?”

“No! Yes? I don’t know, okay?” your hands found their way into your hair, brushing it back with your fingers.

A moment of silence fell between the both of you. Neither really knowing what to say in the moment.

“Forget what I said,” you shook your head, wanting to disappear from the entire moment.

“I miss you,” she confessed as you tried pushing past her to get out of the small room.

You felt as if your heart was gonna beat out of your chest at those words. The words you had been wanting to hear since your fight two years ago. The words you had fought to hear that same night but never did.

“I miss you too, P,” your drunken self admitted. Your glossy eyes meeting hers. It seemed like your heart had stopped in that moment and nothing existed but the two of you.

I love you, I'm sorry

allie’s corner

this is lowkey poop im sorry

[animehideout]

A Deal ( Ryomen Sukuna X Reader )

Part 4

check part 1 / 2 / 3 / 5

Warnings: Mature content / smut / unprotected sex / mention of blood / NSFW / slight manga spoiler

Minors and those who are sensitive to such topics please DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞⚠️

“Long time no see, Eiji”

His eyes widened in disbelief, frozen for a moment as if a ghost from his past had materialized before his eyes.

“y-you're alive?” he questioned.

“Yeah, here I am, I'm back ...for you”

“After all these years?”

“What? you're not happy to see your cousin again?”

“Why are you here? you don't belong here anymore”

“Yeah I know, just gotta some work to do” you smirked.

In a split of a second, blood pierced through his heart,

“Shouldn't have left your guard down around me Eiji or you thought that poor y/n can cause no harm?” you mocked

He looked at the hole in his chest, blood flooding, he didn't expect you to kill him as easily as that.

“y-you l-ittle -bit..” he dropped dead in the ground, the ground he used to rule for years.

“Finally Megumi will be liberated,” you said to yourself carrying your cousin's body bringing it to Sukuna.

• Time skip •

“Here” you announced your presence, dropping Eiji's body in front of Sukuna.

“And who might this guy be?” he asked eyeing both of you as he sat on the edge of the bed, manspreading.

“My cousin”

“C-cousin? you killed your cousin?” he said in a surprised tone.

“He's one of the strongest sorcerer in our clan; blood manipulation, I was able to kill him cause I took him by surprise”

“You're really becoming more like me y/n ruthless..I love that” he chuckled proudly.

“___ now spare Megumi, from all of this” you said firmly as his freedom is your main purpose.

“Why the rush?” He stood up, his hand pulling you by the waist, “don't wanna get rewarded for your service?” he smirked as his big hands started going up and down your skin.

“I - I don't wanna do that sukuna” you muttered, but deep down you felt knots forming in your stomach, you started to breathe a little quicker, your pussy throbbing. You tried to deny it but you couldn't help feeling desperate, empty and needing something big to fill you up, to fuck you rough.. Sukuna's voice alone was able to move things in you.

You swallowed hard, as your cheeks flushed in a faint pink color, exposing you.

“You sure you don't want that little human?” he said, in a second he effortlessly flipped you and you found yourself laying on your back on his silky bed, you gasped in surprise.

“w-what are you doing?”

“checking if you want that reward or not”

“no I -I d-don't” you muttered

“Quiet” he said ripping off your skirt, leaving in your underwear.

“ My oh my ...Look at that spot, and you say you don't want to.. look how wet you are for me, trynna hide this from me? just admit it that I turn you on just by the thought of me fucking you” he grinned devilishly his hands holding you down in position, as he forced your legs to spread open, eyes glued on your clothed pussy..

You bit your lower lip, being exposed infront of his eyes, you can't help the growing sensation between your thighs, driving you insane by the minute and you seriously needed to shove something inside you and rock it back and forth.. But you fought it back, not willing to give in to Sukuna, not willing to give in to sin..

So you started moving, trying to break free..

“Uh uh no, nowhere to go”

“Let's postpone it we can do it next time when you regain your own body” you tried to convince him to spare you.

“Why is Megumi's body not handsome enough for you? I wanna do you one last time in this body and don't worry about it when I regain my own, I'll make you orgasm on repeat”

You gulped, knowing that he won't let go.. knowing that he's doing this on purpose for Megumi to watch, knowing that he wants to drive you to the edge till you break in front of him and beg for him for be inside you.

“So I'll give you options...how do you wanna cum tonight?” he started removing your underwear, revealing your drenched pussy.. “With my mouth?” he added as his long tongue licked the juices off of you, making you squirm “or with this big dick?” he said giving his already hard dick a rub ..

You kept silent, your eyes gazing at his length imagining him filling your inside thrusting inside you till you can't take it no more.. you were too aroused to think straight, all what thought about was getting fucked rough till you feel satisfied.

“come on doll, tell me properly” he smirked, reading you like an open book..

But your mouth was shut, you didn't dare to admit it, or to give him the satisfaction of you wanting him so bad, even though it was obvious like the day light.

“Fine then, if you're not gonna say it then imma make you cum with this”

Without warning he entered you, the feeling of you warm wall clenching around him made him groan “are you purposefully clenching around me like that?”

You only hummed, waiting for him to start moving, desperate for the friction.

His hips started rolling, thrusting into you surprisingly slow at first, the wet sound filling the room. Your hands gripped the bed sheets afraid to grip his hair, but he noticed your actions and muttered through heavy breaths, “You can touch me tonight, I'll allow it since you succeed in your task”

Hesitantly, your fingers found their way in his hair, tugging on it

“FUCK” a low groan come from the back of his throat, your touch made him pound you harder, hitting the same spot making your whole body shake under him..

It was almost out of question to hold back your moans anymore.

He knew how to do you the way you wanted and more. It's like your body was a ship and he was the sailor.

“let it out.. don't hold it back..scream it”

Your stomach tightened with pleasure, moaning his name at the top of your lungs, gasping for breath as he slipped in and out of you faster and harder..

“S-sukuna... I'm gonna cum..please”

he smirked at your vulnerable state, satisfied that he eventually made you submit for him without the urge to fight him back, you just give in.

Your back arched, wrapping your legs around his torso pulling him more inside you.. He continued to fuck you into your and his orgasm.

He grabbed your hips, his fingernails digging into your skin as finally both of you came, he watches as his cum filled you mixing with yours..

He pulled out, and unexpectedly kissed your cheek softly.. his gesture taking you by surprise..

He crawled out of bed, bringing the last finger he had, reserved for this very moment, he approached Eiji's dead body on the ground forcing that finger down his throat making him swallow it...

You quickly covered yourself, anticipating..

You watched as the tattoos started to disappear from Megumi's body and face, giving him his soft look again..

Silence fell in the room,

“M-megumi?” you started.

But he kept on looking down, you slowly approached him gently touching his shoulder but he flinched back..

He was unable to look you in the eyes after what Sukuna did to you with his own body.

“Im s-sorry” he muttered “Im so so sorry” he broke down, his fists clenching as he started crying. It was the very first time you see him breaking down into tears like that, “I couldn't stop him” he started blaming himself.

“it's okay Megumi it's not your fault” you tried to reassure him swallowing back the awkwardness and how tense the situation was, he covered himself up as well, his hands shaking.

“you're free now Megumi...go ..leave!!” you said trying to make him leave this place before Sukuna could wake up again.

“Not without you y/n”

“Nah without her actually” spoke Sukuna, bringing Eiji body back to life, his real form taking over burying Eiji's soul and body down into the darkness of nothing.

Both of you looked in shock at him, his real form was huge, intimidating and you thought he couldn't get more scary but he proved you wrong. One look from him sent shivers down your spine.

“She's mine now” he added smirking.

Taglist 🫶🏻:

@wifenanami @certainduckpalaceland @bellagum @bontensbabygirl

@darlax @aquatufana

[softspace-fics]

Hi, absolutely no pressure to write anything, but would you be willing to write an agere fic/ oneshot ft. Caregiver Quill from the MCU with a little reader, preferably his daughter/kid if you wanna keep it gender neutral. Maybe something about him comforting them after they have a bad dream about him going away again post Infinity War, making them a bottle and/or rocking them with comforting words? Maybe reader is between 2-4? Aaa unsure if this is good or not, could you tag @quillcore in it so I don’t miss it if you do? Again absolutely no pressure!! Its just so hard to find content about my dad :’) thank you in advance if you do,,

Never gone.

A/N - Yes!! I love Quill! I suck with dialog because I'm not super used to writing it, but I tried! Also, Im not sure what preferred caregiver name or nickname you wanted but I did my best ^.^

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of death, yelling, panic attack, carrying, fluff, use of fem pronouns and nicknames, side characters of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.

Papa!Peter Quill x Little!Fem reader

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"We don't know if he's going to be back pumpkin. We aren't even sure what happened. You'll have to stay here in the tower until everything finally settles" Steve calmly reminds you, after you ask for your papa for the millionth time.

Your papa had gone missing almost 6 months ago, and all uncle steve could tell you was that he just.. poofed?

"It doesn't matter anymore Steve. They aren't coming back. Lying to the kid won't help!" Tonys booming voice suddenly came through the closed door that him and Steve were currently in.

"She doesnt understand what's going on. I refuse to-" Steves voice suddenly went too quiet to hear.

You slowly crawl to the door, sitting right by it, trying to hear through the solid wood.

"For all we know they could be dead. Giving her false hope will end up causing more problems when she eventually find out." Tony's stern voice pierced your ears as much as it did your heart.

"Papa dead?" You slowly whisper out, your breath getting stuck in your throat as tears brimmed in your eyes.

Steve stormed out to the living room, and immediately saw the tears streaming down your face and crouched in front of you, worry that you overheard, coursing through his veins.

"Hey hey, Y/N, what's wrong?"

"Dead? He dead?" You look at Steve with nothing but agony and fear, your voice strained.

His look of disappointment and his eyes filling with fear of your reaction tells you everything you need.

"Nonono not Papa! Papa! No! No-"

"Sweetheart!" Quills gentle yet firm voice shakes you out of your awful dream. You look around your surroundings before throwing your arms around your papa, sobbing.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, it's all over. I'm alive. Your safe." Quill gently runs his hands through your hair, softly rocking you, helping you to get through another nightmare.

The day you found out he had been blipped, was the day your world fell apart. After finally getting him back a year ago, you still havent recovered from the 5 years without him.

Quill gently picks you up, walking around your apartment, whispering gentle praises and comforting words.

When you finally peak out of his neck, your face swollen and puffy from crying, your eyes full of fear and worry. Worry that you could be imaginating his smell, that everything you see could be a lie.

"Sweetheart, i'm back, permanently. Theres nothing that could take me from you ever again." Your papa gently reassures you.

When he came back and they defeated Thanos (Or the big bad purple guy), he stepped away from being a fighter, and part of the squad that would go on missions. He would still help from on base, but he would spend most of his time with you.

Quill softly bounces you as he walks to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle, and quickly heating it up to your favorite temp.

Its around the time the bottles in your lips and his soft singing fills your ears that you realize this isnt a dream. Your able to comprehend that your papa wasnt dead. He was still here to love you even if that meant that when you thought he was gone, he had to remind you he would always come back for you.

He walks around the living room calming you downa s you finish off your bottle, and the sun starts to peak through the blinds.

Quill softly sets the now empty bottle down on the coffee table and walks back to his room, holding you closely to his chest.

He lays down with you in his arms, softly kissing your nose, and telling you a story of his time in the guardians. How your uncle rocket was just the silliest friend, even if your Papa got annoyed by the little trash panda at times.

"Papa?" You tiredly ask.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" He softly replies.

"No gone?"

"No gorgeous. Papas not gone. Never gone from you."

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Tags:

@quillcore

[donquixotehomura]

Dracule Mihawk x Reader “Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

Angst, Hurt no comfort, just me feeling sadistic one day and writing it down

Master List

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

“wow… you're pretty” was the first thing she said to him when they met, not at all the usual that he heard, he did get compliments from women who wanted to get into his bed, but this was not a usual statement.

………………………

She confused him to no end, she didn't want to fight him, kiss up to him, get into his bed, get a favour, what's up with this woman?, he could feel her very obviously staring at him across the room, looking at her making eye contact she smiled and waved ‘odd woman’ 

………………………

“Yo! Can we be friends?” Excuse me? He looked at her as she said that, her smile radiant “pardon?” “friends! You're cool and I like how you are, let's be friends!” she said again totally ignoring the semi glare that would scare most people away, what an odd woman. 

 …………………….

“I wanna go with you! I hate it here, I want to be with you!” Mihawk looked at her, she had chased him across the garden of the extravagant palace on his way out ”you can't… This is where you belong, not on the seas” there was no safety on the seas it was dangerous for her “I don't care! I wanna go with you and I won't change my mind, either you'll let me go with you or I'll follow you on my own!” stubborn woman… (Y/N) had no experience sailing on her own, especially in the terrible storm that seemed to have covered the island representing the turbulent future, Mihawk looked at her, she had the most serious look on her face he'd ever seen not a shred of playfulness or doubt “Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?” What you're giving up? You're giving up everything to be with me“ he argued hoping she'd decide to stay “no I'm not… If I stay here and leave you, I'd be giving up everything for some useless titles and empty things” she said it so clearly, no hesitation, Mihawk was shocked and couldn't even hide it, “alright then… You better not regret it, odd Woman” he turned around to hide the small smile, (Y/N) grinned at the nickname she'd earned since they first met, grabbing the two bags she packed she ran after him to catch up then fell into pace with him.

(Years Later)

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

Rain poured down relentlessly, the sky a dark, swirling mass of clouds. The ground was a mix of mud, rain and blood turning the once serene landscape into a battlefield of chaos. (Y/N) laid on her back, her vision blurred and her mind disoriented. The cold, relentless rain mingled with the warmth of her blood, seeping into the ground beneath her.

She struggled to focus, to understand how she had come to be in this state. Flashes of memory pierced through the haze, fragments of moments shared with Dracule Mihawk.

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

She saw him in their library, a rare smile touching his lips as he read aloud from an ancient text, his voice a soothing balm to her soul. They would spend hours there, wrapped in the tranquillity of their shared silence, words unnecessary to convey the depth of their bond.

Mihawk sat reading a book on the balcony, a glass of wine in hand as the sun illuminated the sky in the early hours, he felt arms wrap around him, her usual giggle filling his ears “mornin’ love” she mumbled still sleepy, he smiled faintly pulling her to his lap, her head finding place on his chest, eyes closing again “Good Morning, Mi Vida” she just giggled, she loved when he used his mother tongue.

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

Another memory surfaced, of them curled up together on a stormy night much like this one. The howling wind outside was a stark contrast to the warmth and safety she felt in his arms. His fingers traced gentle patterns on her back, his voice a low murmur as he spoke of dreams and futures they would share.

(Y/N)'s heart ached as she remembered the vulnerability in his eyes during those quiet moments, the way he would let his guard down just for her. The world saw him as the Greatest Swordsman, but to her, he was a man of deep emotions and quiet strength. His words of affection, though rare, were always heartfelt and sincere.

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

The memory of his proposal came to her then, vivid and clear amidst the fog of her pain. The setting sun, the ring with its radiant sapphire, and his voice, steady yet filled with emotion as he asked her to be his wife. "Will you marry me?" he had asked, his eyes reflecting a depth of feeling that took her breath away. She had said yes, tears of joy mingling with their embrace.

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

A sharp pain brought her back to the present, a reminder of the severity of her injuries. She could feel the life draining from her, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment. Panic tried to take hold, but she pushed it back, focusing instead on the love she felt for Mihawk.

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

As her vision dimmed, she sensed a familiar presence. Mihawk was there, his aura a beacon of strength and determination amidst the chaos. She felt his arms around her, lifting her gently from the mud.

"(Y/N)," his voice broke through the haze, filled with an urgency and fear she had never heard before. "Stay with me."

She managed a weak smile, her hand reaching up to touch his face. The rain blurred her vision, but she could still see the worry etched in his features, the desperation in his eyes.

"I can't wait to marry you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm.

Tears mingled with the rain on Mihawk's face as he held her close, his grip tightening as if sheer willpower could keep her with him. "You will, (Y/N). You will," he vowed, his voice breaking.

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

Her world faded to black, but not before she felt the overwhelming love and determination emanating from him. The last sensation she was aware of was the strength of his embrace, the promise of a future together, a future she desperately wanted to see.

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Mihawk sat motionless, cradling (Y/N)'s lifeless body as the storm raged around them. The battlefield, once filled with the sounds of clashing swords and battle cries, was now eerily silent, save for the relentless downpour and the occasional roll of thunder.

His mind raced, replaying the moments leading up to this tragic end. He had been too late. The ambush, the enemies—he had fought with all his might to reach her in time, but it hadn't been enough. The greatest swordsman in the world, yet powerless to save the woman he loved.

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

Memories of their time together flooded his mind, each one a dagger to his heart. Their quiet nights reading by the fire, the soft laughter they shared, the dreams they had woven together. The proposal, filled with so much hope and love, now felt like a cruel joke played by fate.

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

Mihawk looked down at (Y/N)'s pale face, her eyes closed as if she were merely sleeping. The sapphire ring on her finger sparkled faintly, a heartbreaking reminder of the future they had planned. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his hand trembling.

"I will find a way," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I will bring you back to me."

But as he sat there, the weight of reality pressed down on him. The wound was fatal, and no amount of skill or strength could undo what had been done. The realisation hit him with the force of a thousand blades, cutting deeper than any physical wound ever could.

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

In the depths of his grief, Mihawk made a silent vow. He would honour her memory, he would carry her love with him always, and he would never forget the promise they made to each other. Even in death, their bond would remain unbroken.

As the rain continued to fall, mingling with his tears, Mihawk lifted (Y/N)'s body gently. He would give her the burial she deserved, a final act of love for the woman who had touched his heart in ways no one else ever could.

“Are You Even Aware Of How Dangerous It Is?”

The storm raged on, but in the midst of the darkness, Mihawk held onto the light of their love, a beacon that would guide him through the shadows of his grief. And though the future they had dreamed of would never come to pass, their love would endure, a timeless testament to the strength and beauty of their bond.

So Dangerous that Even I couldn’t Protect You

[mmaarrzz]

Sweet Freedom (NSFW)

After finally getting out of jail, Vi gets a taste of something sweet.

Tags/Warnings: Vi x Caitlyn, Basically the brothel scene but they fuck.

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The stench of incense thickened the air of the brothel. To most, the sights of masked figures and dim lights filled them with excitement, but for Vi, it brought about a sense of nostalgia. For Caitlyn, however, this new environment was a shock to her system. A straight-edged enforcer wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this.

Vi put a hand on Caitlyn's back and pushed her into the building, noting the way the lights glittered off her eyes as she took in the sights, a bright blush growing across her cheeks as the sounds of pleasure erupted from behind not-so-closed curtains.

"Vi, how exactly are we supposed to be going about this?" Caitlyn asked, not quite understanding what kind of benefit a place like this would be to their cause.

"Pretend like you work here." Vi said with a shrug.

"I would never!"

Vi slowly spun around, hands still in the pockets of her jacket. She ran her eyes up and down the blue haired woman, making her feel almost naked. "You know what your problem is?" She said, walking around Caitlyn, spending a moment too long staring at her bottom that did not go unnoticed. "You expect everyone to give you what you want. If you really want people to talk to you, you need them to think that you have what they want."

"And what do I have?"

Vi spun around and pushed Caitlyn against the wall, trapping her between her arms. "You're hot, cupcake.”

Vi grabbed Caitlyn’s chin with her hands, moving her face around to get a better look. “You know, we don’t have any sweet things like you in Stillwater, I miss the taste.”

Caitlyn shied away from Vi’s piercing gaze. “I don’t think we have many in Piltover either.”

Vi chuckled at that, “I’m sure they do, Cupcake, you just gotta look a little harder.” Their faces were centimeters apart, warm breath heating the others lips. “You wanna try?” She asked as she ran her thumb across Caitlyn’s soft lips.

The slightest of nod was all she needed before she attacked the girl's lips with her own, savoring how another woman felt for the first time in years. She moved her hand from the wall down to the taller woman's waist, pinning her hips to the wall with her own.

Shockingly, it was Caitlyn who opened her mouth first, her tongue darting out to explore. It was all the permission Vi needed to take things further, shoving a knee between Caitlyn's legs to push upon the heat growing between them. With her strong arms, she pushed the blue haired woman down on her leg, the pressure of her thigh making Caitlyn gasp.

Caitlyn tangled her fingers in Vi's pink hair, finally remembering she had hands to use as well. She moaned quietly as Vi grinded her thigh into her crotch, the shock causing her to pull on Vi's hair, ripping their lips apart.

"Oh, I'm gonna make you regret that, Cupcake," They locked eyes as Vi kissed her way down Caitlyn's neck, stopping to lick up the length of her pulse before biting down. At the same time, she slid her hand down from her waist and up her dress to fondle her ass, feeling the lace of her panties. Vi unlocked her lips from the woman's throat with a small pop, stopping to admire the bright red mark that would soon be her dark purple claim on the woman. "Why don't we get a little more comfortable?" She asked, nodding to the curtained room next to them. She didn't wait for an answer, instead peeled herself off of Caitlyn and sauntering over, peeling off her jacket to reveal her muscular arms exposed through ripped-off sleeves. Caitlyn just stood there, taking a moment to process everything. She had never been with a woman before, and she had never been this turned on in her life. There was a small part of her, in the back of her mind, trying to remind her of her duty, of her purpose for being here. But when Vi whistled impatiently to get her attention, and she drew her eyes to the purple cushioned bed surrounded by candle light she squashed that small part and walked forward, letting Vi drop the curtains behind them.

Caitlyn sat on the edge of the bed, ankles crossed, hands gripping the hem of her dress as she tried to inconspicuously rub her thighs together. She couldn't take her eyes off the woman in front of her. Her strong muscular frame, pink hair, the small tattoo underneath her eye, it all drove her insane. She noted the piercings that decorated her ears, and wondered if she had anymore she was going to find out about.

It didn't take long for her question to be answered, as Vi peeled off her shirt to reveal herself. Caitlyn traced the soft line of pink hair peeking out from her waist band up to the metal in her naval, admiring the intricate tattoos that adorned her sides leading up to her breasts. One nipple had a small bar in it, the other surrounded by thick lines of ink.

Vi laughed as she was ogled, and pushed Caitlyn down on the bed as she straddled her waist. She grabbed one of Caitlyn's hands and brought it to her pierced breast, pushing her chest forward ever so slightly as she filled her palm. She leaded down to kiss her once more, gentler this time, as the woman gave her breast a light squeeze, testing the waters. Their tongues danced with each other, Vi letting out small sighs as Caitlyn now fondled both of her breasts.

Caitlyn lightly rolled the pierced nipple between her fingers, causing Vi to let out a breathy moan. She pulled a little harder, enjoying how the pink haired woman ground herself down on her as she did so. Caitlyn sat up, bring her head down to give small kisses on the woman's chest. She left a light kiss on the tattooed breast, then one on the other. Vi was panting with anticipation before Caitlyn gave small licks to the nipple, circling it with her tongue before bringing it into her mouth. The taste of metal was strange, but not unwelcome as she sucked, massaging the other with her hand.

Vi moaned loudly as she brought her hands up to return the favor, pulling the top of Caitlyn's dress down to expose her supple breasts. They fit perfectly into Vi's large hands, and the warmth of them traveled down between her legs and filled her with a hunger she hadn't felt in a long time.

She couldn't take the teasing any longer, and she pushed Caitlyn back down onto the bed. She sat up on her knees and spread Caitlyn's legs in order to situate herself between them. She rode her hand up the blue haired woman's thigh, stopping at the edge of her dress to look up into her bright blues eyes. Caitlyn gave a gentle nod and lifted her hips to allow her to push the dress up, exposing the black lace panties she wore beneath. They were already soaked through, the candle light flickering on the slickness now coating her inner thighs.

"Aw, did you wear these just for me?" Vi quipped, snapping the elastic on her hip into her skin.

Caitlyn sucked a quick breath between her teeth, "Remind me to show you my collection sometime."

"Oh, I'll make sure you won't forget. Now, let's see if you taste as sweet as you look."

Vi lightly traced her thumb up and down the middle of her underwear, the slickness leaving almost no friction of the fabric. She pressed down slightly at the nub on the top, rolling her thumb in a gentle circular motion as Caitlyn began to squirm beneath her.

"Tell me how much you want it," Vi demanded, "Tell me how much you want me."

"Please, Vi. I need you. I want your touch and your mouth. It's all I've thought about since I met you. I want to feel your strong hands inside of me."

"I think I can make that happen, Cupcake," she replied as she pressed a gentle kiss to her clothed center, taking the time to rake the tip of her tongue all the way up, stopping to add a little more pressure once she reached the top. She didn't have the patience to be a tease. She pulled the panties to the side to expose her dripping pussy, wasting no time to get a taste of the sweetness she oh-so craved.

She ran long stipes of her tongue up and down Caitlyn's center, relishing in the gasps and sighs let out whenever her tongue flicked her clit before moving down to her entrance once again. She quickly picked up the pace, lapping at the wetness and feeling her clit somehow get even bigger against her tongue.

She took the pearl into the mouth and sucked, enjoying the way Caitlyn's back arched just so to push herself even further into the other woman's mouth. She tortured the bud, rubbing her tongue against her clit as she sucked.

Vi traced Caitlyn's entrance with her finger, spreading her slickness on her fingers. She didn't push in, instead opting to trace up and down between her folds once more.

"P-Please..." Caitlyn moaned, and it was all the begging Vi needed to push one of her thick fingers into the other woman, feeling her tighten around her as she pulled out slightly, curling her finger as she went.

She set a gentle, slow pace to start as she continued to lap at Caitlyn's clit, who was all but screaming in pleasure at this point. After she relaxed around her, Vi added another, bending them up to rub gentle circles inside her.

Caitlyn threw her head back in wanton moans, brining one hand to grip at Vi's hair and the other to massage her own breasts.

Despite the grip Caitlyn had on her hair, she pulled her mouth away as she pumped into her pussy, watching as she lost herself to pleasure. The image in front of her was almost enough to set her off herself, but she was completely focused on the pleasure of the other. There was a prize to be won, and she was going to stop at nothing to have it.

Vi brought her other hand down to put pressure right above Caitlyn's crotch, reaching her thumb down to rub steady and firm circles around her clit. Caitlyn was almost fucking herself on Vi's hand at this point, the pink-haired woman now taking care to speed up her pace, pushing her fingers all the way into the other before slowly pulling them out with a curl, staring into her piercing blue eyes all the while.

"Vi... I-I'm getting closer..." Caitlyn gasped as the hand that was once tangle in pink hair was now tangled in the sheets, trying to ground herself to reality as she lost her mind to pleasure.

Vi sped up the pace of her fingers once more, making sure to maintain steady pressure on the top of her walls as they squeezed her tighter and tighter. She heard the beautiful sounds of Caitlyn's wetness around her growing, and it wasn't long before they exploded out of her as she came around Vi's fingers. The pink-haired woman dipping her head down to lick up every drop of Caitlyn's cum as she fucked her through her orgasm.

Vi fucked her until she had nothing left to give, and was simply a quivering, whining mess beneath her. She gently removed her hands from inside her, taking care to lick the rest of her cum off before moving up her body, peppering small kisses' against her fucked-out face.

"Vi... I-" She was cut off with a gentle kiss. "That was amazing..."

Vi chuckled, "Thanks Cupcake, I'm glad to know I still got it after all this time." With one more kiss she peeled herself up from atop her, moving to clean herself up before dressing once more. "Wait here while I go have a quick chat."

As much as Vi wanted to stay, to hold Caitlyn and deal with the throbbing between her own legs, she had come here for a reason. She pulled open the curtains and walked down the hall, she still had a job to do.

[nightmaree-eyess]

Orange is the last of us

A tlou fic based on orange is the new black

Summary: you are going to prison and you’re new cellmate is abby anderson

Tags: MDNI 18+, prison AU, femme reader, y/n, smut, making out, fingering, oral, dom!abby, angst

Word count: 2,368

Divider @cafekitsune

You never thought in a million years you'd be naked in a cold, lifeless room, squatting and coughing for a police officer. But you guess there's a first for everything right? After you're done humiliating yourself you get dressed in stiff linen scrubs, walk through the metal detector with your belongings the officer gave you, and prepare yourself for your new life for the next 15 months.

“y/n this is where you’re assigned.” the officer says sternly

You look into the cell and no one is there. At least you'll get some alone time to compose yourself before your cell mate comes back. In the meantime you make your bed and get yourself comfortable. All of a sudden you feel a presence standing behind you. You whip around and…

“y/n? Holy shit I can't believe it's you.”

You know that voice and it sends chills down your spine. Abby. Fucking. Anderson. The person who got you into this mess in the first place.

“I don't even wanna look at you right now”

In the back of your mind you were actually relieved she was here. That you knew someone in this shit hole and that you weren't completely alone.

“Oh come on you didn't miss me just a little bit?” she says smugly

You turn around and she's standing in the doorway. She's still as beautiful as the day you met but you don't know if you'll ever forgive her for getting you tied up in the drug smuggling business. She still wears the glasses you helped her pick out all those years ago.

“Ok fine maybe a little”

She walks over to sit next to you on your bed and your hands almost touch. There is still some electricity there even if you deny it.

“So they finally caught up to yeah huh?”

“Yeah thanks to you”

“What does that mean?”

“If it wasn't for you getting me caught up in the drug business shit I wouldn't even be here in the first place.”

“Oh please, I didn't force you to do shit. You could've left whenever you wanted. I didn't make you stay.”

She's not entirely wrong but it does sting a bit. She gives you the rundown about how things work so you're not completely clueless. You only pick up on bits and pieces because you can't stop staring at her piercing blue eyes and the way her top lip curls a bit when she talks. You hate that you find that cute.

“Lights out ladies” the guard yells

The next day you're in the cafeteria. You had to work electrical in the morning and it feels good to sit for a bit.

“Hey hot stuff looking lonely” abby says jokingly

“Shut up” you roll your eyes. A smile creeps at the corner of your mouth.

She sits across from you while eating her lunch

“So how's your first day so far?”

“Exhausting but I guess the routine is good for me. And I at least know one person in here so it makes it less scary.”

“Oh really? Who? Have I met them?” Abby says sarcastically

“Wow jail made you an ass huh?”

“Yeah.” she sighs

You catch a wave of sadness go over her face for a split second but it disappears as quickly as you catched it.

“What does the rest of your day look like?” she asks

“Well I got a couple more hours of work and then I'm free why?”

“I wanna catch up some more, is that a crime?”

“I mean you're in jail right? Was that the crime they got you for? And not smuggling drugs?”

“Now you're being the ass” abby laughs

After work you meet Abby in the chapel like you planned at lunch. Why would she wanna meet in the chapel if none of us are religious? When you walk in, Abby is sitting on the stage waiting for you. The light from the stained glass window behind her illuminates her in an array of colors that accentuate her beauty. She looks the same as the day you met, just a little older.

“Why did you wanna meet in the chapel?” you asked your arms folded across your chest

“Because it's quiet and people usually don't come in here when there's no service.”

Abby pulls you up onto the stage with her muscular arms and her sandy braid falls in front of her face. As she does so you think am I holding this grudge for nothing? Or is Abby only being nice to me to make up for the shit she's done? Either way I don't think I can realistically hold this grudge for the 15 months I'm in here so might as well just play nice with her. It's nice to have someone by my side in this hell hole.

Abby presses a button on her portable radio attached to her hip and it starts playing love somebody by maroon 5.

“God, radio has gone to shit” Abby says and you both laugh

“So how long have you been in here?”

“3 years.” you see a heaviness blanket over her

“Do you know when you're getting out?”

“I think in like 2 years? After the second year here you kinda stop keeping count. It gets depressing.”

You don't egg her on anymore about this. At least she'll be here for the duration of your stay. You sit in silence for a while until Abby breaks it.

“I'm sorry for ratting you out, at the trial. I thought maybe they'd shorten my sentence if I did so. I feel so shitty about it.”

“I'm not gonna lie, I'm still pissed at you for that. But you're lucky I only got 15 months and that I'm not the one to hold grudges.”

She's staring at you with wetness in her eyes. You stare back and you realise she really does feel bad. You thought she was only apologising to make peace. She's sitting closer to you now and she still smells the same. How she still smells like her pine soap in prison is confusing but she must trade for it on the down low. Her smell brings on a wave of nostalgia and comfort and you feel her soft lips against yours. You grab her hair and deepen the kiss and feel her tear drop roll down your cheek. It brings you back to ten years ago. The kiss is now frenzied and hungry. You need her like you need oxygen but Abby breaks the kiss.

“Follow me.” she whispers in your ear. Sending a shiver down your spine.

She leads you under the wide podium just behind you for cover.

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She rips off your shirt and dingy sports bra and cups your breast in her hand. She places kisses all down your neck and jaw.

“Fuck I missed you” she whispers

And a part of you missed her too.

She moves her hand from your breast and cups your cunt outside of your pants. You tilt your head back and stifle your moans. She rubs your clit on the outside of your pants with the heel of her palm. You're already so wet.

“Abby please fuck me.”

“You're begging me?” her voice like velvet

“Yeah” you moan breathly

She kisses you deeply and trails kisses all the way down to your happy trail. She shimmies your pants off.

“Wow you're already so wet for me baby.”

You bite your lip to quiet your moans.

Abby takes two fingers and teases your entrance. She slides one finger in and you squirm at her touch. Then the second finger enters you and you moan. Loud. Abby cups her other hand around your mouth to shut you up so you don't get caught. Abby moves her fingers in a “come here” motion slowly at first. You can feel the pressure build inside you as she goes faster. And faster. She stops and moves her head between your legs.

“You gotta promise me you'll be quiet because I can't reach from down here. One peep and I'm stopping.”

You nod your head and hers dip between your legs. She takes her nose and rubs it across your clit with ease. While her tongue ghosts your vagina, you feel your wetness drip down her face and it turns you on even more.

“Abby I- fuck, I- need you inside me”

“How do you ask?”

“Please abby” you beg

“Atta girl”

She takes her fingers again and enters you while she sucks your clit. You're biting your bottom lip so hard it might be bleeding but you don't care. You grab a handful of her braided hair and it's still as soft as you remember.

“Abby im- im gonna” you moan before you can finish the sentence and you feel your walls tighten around her girthy fingers. Abby laps you up and comes up for a kiss making you taste yourself. Then she kisses your cheek.

“As good as I remember it” Abby kisses you again cupping your face in her hands.

You get dressed and get ready to go to dinner.

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A couple weeks go by and you're really settling into your routine. Prison sucks but it sucks a little less with Abby. You guys are hanging out like no time has passed at all. And even though you're in prison, you’re happy. You didn't realise you weren't happy with your current fiance and he's gonna be pissed that Abby is in here with you. But right now you don't care. You just worry about surviving in here and if Abby by my side means I'll live to see another day then so be it. Sex is just a bonus.

Today though, Abby seemed to be acting a little weird. She was quiet all day and that's not like her. You asked her all day if something was wrong and she would just shrug her shoulders or not look you in the eyes. You let it go because you didnt wanna pester her too much.

Later on that night when it was lights out you finally got your answer.

“They're letting me out early for good behavior.”

You shoot up out of bed and look at her in disbelief. She got you in here in the first place and now she gets to leave early? A part of you resents her for that.

“What the fuck? Why didn't you tell me this? Is this why you were acting weird today?” you say this a little too loud and a girl from a couple bunks over tells you to shut the fuck up.

“I didn’t wanna tell you cause I knew you'd flip your shit”

“What, so you were just gonna leave me and not tell me? You think I wouldnt notice that my bunk mate / girlfriend was fucking missing?”

The silence is deafening

“When are you getting out?” you say defeated

“Tomorrow morning.” she says shyly avoiding eye contact

“TOMORROW MORNING?!?!” I yell

“Will you shut the fuck up already?” the same woman yelled

“You waited till the last fucking second to tell me you’re leaving?”

“Isn't that what you did to me? When I wanted you to come to my mothers funeral you didn't come with me. Instead you left. Broke up with me and left me in a city I barely even knew.”

“Is this like your payback or something? Putting me in this fucking place wasnt enough pay off? Well congrats Abby you win. You win the petty off.”

You sit on the edge of your bed with your head hung between your legs. Now that you think about it, it was a dick move to break up with her while her mother just passed away. You don't know why you did it. Maybe a part of you thought she was lying so you would stay with her? You don't know. But you feel like a piece of shit now.

“I'm sorry I left when I did. You needed me to be there for you when your mom passed and instead I was a dick and broke up with you. Nothing will ever make up for that and you have every right to be mad at me. I deserve it.”

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was getting out.”

“Promise you'll still visit or at least write to me?” you lay on your back as a tear rolls down your face

“I promise” abby says flatly

You don't know when but you fell asleep and when you woke up there was a note by your pillow. The bed next to you stripped and empty. You open the note that reads

y/n,

I'm sorry again for not telling you about my release date. The weeks I spent with you were the best weeks of my life in this fucking pit and those are the days I wanna look back on. I'll miss hearing your laugh from down the hall and the way your tongue sticks out when you concentrate when we play jenga. I hope when you get out you'll find me and we can play jenga on the couch and have sex in an actual bed again and not on the chapel floor. I'll write to you as much as I can but I don't think I can visit. I'm afraid if I come back that my release was all a dream and they'll put me back in (which is stupid but it's still a fear of mine). I love you and I never stopped loving you to be honest. Even though you broke my heart.

Talk to you soon,

Abby xoxo

You feel a heaviness on your chest and your eyes begin to sting. You hold the note to your chest while you cry and then tuck the note away under your pillow, wipe away the tears, and start your daily routine.

Pt 2

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Slip of the Tongue

Warning: Some smut, a little bit of drinking, some drug use, talk of sex

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: Steve has an accidental bisexual awakening in Starcourt Mall and a year later makes another discovery.

Steve was higher than he had ever been in his entire life. He wasn't sure what were in those drugs that the Russians had given him and Robin, but he really didn't care. Robin was giggling and watching the movie beside him. He wasn't sure what was going on. Was that mom trying to bang her own kid?

"I have to take a piss," Steve stood up.

"Gross," Robin giggled.

After Steve returned from the bathroom, he had a hard time finding his seat, but he managed it without help. He turned to face Robin but found himself looking at a pretty girl with long brown curly hair and big cow eyes. Her cheeks were stuffed with popcorn.

"You're not Robin," Steve said, trying to squint to see better through his swollen eye. The girl shook her head. "You're pretty, though. Wanna make out?"

The girl quickly chewed her popcorn and swallowed before nodding. Steve leaned forward and kissed her. It was the best kiss of his life. Her lips were soft, sticky with butter, and he could taste the popcorn on her tongue. They molded perfectly against his own lips. The girl slipped her hand into his hair, cupping the back of his head, and gently pulled on his hair. Steve moaned into her mouth. He slipped a hand underneath her shirt, resting his hand on her abdomen for a moment before trailing up to cup her breast. Huh. He froze. She was extremely flat chested, but she did have a nipple piercing, which he found very hot. He rubbed his thumb over it and began to play with it. The girl moaned and bit down on his lip. It was getting heated, and he could feel arousal stirring below. He moved his hand back down and slipped his hands into her pants. Oh. She wasn't flat chested. She was a he, and he had a dick that Steve was currently touching. It was the first dick that he had touched that wasn't his own, and he liked it. Holy shit. He liked it. He was about to gently massage it when he was grabbed by the back of his neck, and he had to let it go.

"Seriously, Steve! You're making out with some girl when we're supposed to be watching the movie!" Robin exclaimed. "You have to help me find the bathroom, I found it, but then I lost it again!"

"Call me!" Steve exclaimed. "I'm in the phonebook!"

Steve didn't find out who had been his bisexual awakening until a year later. Spring Break had occurred. They had defeated Vecna, and Eddie Munson had become one of his closest friends. Steve was also crushing on him pretty badly. It was embarrassing. They older teens were currently at Steve's hanging out. They had all ended up coming out to each other after a few drinks in. Robin had accidentally revealed she was a lesbian so Steve told them he was bisexual. Eddie revealed he was gay while Nancy revealed she was in like a triad with Jonathan and Arygle.

"So, Jonathan and Argyle really do everything together," Robin had giggled with Eddie. "What? I'm drunk. Like you guys aren't?"

"So, Stevie, who was your bisexual awakening or did you always know you like men?" Eddie asked, batting his eyelashes at him.

"Ooh! I know this story!" Robin exclaimed.

"We've told you about Starcourt. Well, after we got drugged, we ended up hiding in the theater, watching Back to the Future. I went to the bathroom and ended up sitting in the wrong seat next to who I thought was a girl. We ended up making out pretty heavily, and I found out she was definitely not a girl. Turns out, I really liked it. Was unable to find out who it was because Robin had pulled me away," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

Robin and Eddie were rolling on the floor laughing. Eddie managed to calm himself down before crawling over to Steve and leaning his elbows on his knees.

"So. . .did the guy have nipple piercings?" Eddie asked coyly.

"Yeah, actually. . .wait, how do you know?" Steve asked.

Eddie laughed and lifted up his shirt, flashing him. His one nipple was pierced.

"It was me, baby, all this time. . .that damn dark theater. I never knew who that man who looked like he had been mugged was, but he slipped his tongue into his mouth, and I completely forgot to ask for his name," Eddie giggled.

Steve grinned and pulled him into his lap.

"Hi, my name is Steve," he said smirking.

"Hi, Stevie, I'm Eddie," he giggled.

"It's very nice to meet you," Steve said and kissed him.

Eddie grinned against his lips, breaking the kiss.

"One of these days, we're both going to be sober when we do this," Eddie said.

"One day," Steve promised, kissing him and sticking his tongue into Eddie's mouth.

"Okay, I love you guys, happy for you, really, but. . .I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THIS!" Robin exclaimed.

"Speak for yourself, Buckley. Excellent form, dudes," Argyle said.

"I don't know, Eddie could do a little better," Jonathan said and Eddie flipped him off while continuing to kiss Steve.

"Steve definitely deserves a 9.2," Nancy giggled.

"Are we also going to commentate on how they fuck too? Because if so, shoot me," Robin groaned.

"I'll go make the scoreboards!" Argyle yelled and took off.

Steve laughed against Eddie's mouth, and soon, they were both laughing.

"We are NOT having sex in front of them," Steve said.

"Aww. . .why not? Able to fight an interdimensional wizard with his friends but unable to fuck in front of them. Got it. I love learning new things about you."

[mybworlds]

CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Tim Rockford x F!Reader (no use of Y/N) Summary: Tim Rockford usually works alone and has a bad temper, one day after another woman was found dead he started to believe there's a serial killer around, maybe a useful help will come from an aspiring mystery writer. Series warnings: use of you, violence graphic, slow burn, angst, fluff, mutual pining, eventual smut (18+ MDNI). Masterlist

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After almost a year that you know Tim Rockford, you learned to handle his bad temper, his nicknames he gave you and his colleagues, you learned to accept even his sometimes piercing gaze toward you, but when you met him you found him distasteful.

In fact, after his comment the day you met, Parker invited you to come in and introduce yourself to the Detective, you timidly entered on tiptoe and extended your hand, but he didn't shake it, but he merely looked at it and then looked at your face with a raised eyebrow and a disgusted expression painted on his face. For sure, you turned purple; no one had ever looked at you like that or made you feel like a complete nothing like he did at that moment.

“Give him some time,” the Commander tried to encourage you and then took his leave, closing the door behind him and leaving the two of you alone. You were about to turn your back on that obnoxious man and go back to Parker and say that you thanked him, but that you couldn't accept working with or, better yet, be inspired from a guy like that Detective. You couldn't learned from him in a hundred years. Despite this deep discomfort, you didn't move, just stood there in the middle of the room with that man going up and down the room and looking at you with an annoyed look. Again.

“I'm sorry if I'm bothering you,” you tried to justify yourself in an attempt to make you accept, but the man in response huffed and turned his back on you, ignoring you. Your words are caught in your throat, an unpleasant grip made the pit of your stomach contract, and you resumed sweating from discomfort. You really didn't know what to do or say, you lowered your gaze. It was not going to be easy to deal with him, it was clear.

“First,” he told you after several minutes causing you to look up at him, he has his back to you, “Don't wanna ya standing there in the middle of the room, I lose my focus.”

You looked around undecided where to settle down so as not to disturb him, you found a chair and were about to go there, but after just three steps, he blocked you again “Second, that's my chair and ya don't touch it.”

You were about to open your mouth and ask him then where you could sit, but he resumed “Third, dumb questions get on my nerves; so if ya have nothing clever to say shut up.”

Fuck, what a temper!

“Anything else?” you dared to ask him, finally he turned his back to you. He still had that damn disgusted expression on his face, but this time you noticed a flash behind those dark eyes “Or is that not a clever question?” you added, looking him in the eye.

His lips ruffled in a grin, to this day you would define it amused, but when you met him it was hard for you to say if he found that your question amusing or annoying.

“Yes, there's more.” he replied completely ignoring the second question “Fourth, this is my office and I'll run my business my own way, I don't share things with anyone, not even if ya were Jessica Fletcher,” he snarled taking a step toward you.

When you think back to the many nicknames he gave you from the first moment he saw you, you'd laugh because in his own way he established contact with you right away: yes, at first was a non-trust and even contempt contact, but better than being ignored altogether. There were his colleagues, in fact, who were called by him with a snap of his fingers because their names were not important to him and their faces least of all.

You looked around looking for a grip, anything to get the man in front of you to calm down, but at that moment you found nothing worthy of your attention and so, your eye fell on his evidence board, on the faces of all those women and it was impossible for you not to notice at once the expression in their eyes.

“Whatcha doing?” the Detective asked, “No, no, no I know that look, don't start crying in my office, for goodness sake. It wouldn't be a good start.”

You huffed and smiled, “Instead things are going very well, aren't they?” he looked at you making his gaze wander over your face first and then over your figure “Anyway, I was observing women's faces,” you said approaching the evidence board and reaching out your hand to one of the photos, he blocked your hand in the air wrapping it in his and you stiffened.

“No, no, I'm the only one who can touch the pictures, so stop,” he barked.

“Can I talk and breathe at least?” you asked him with wide eyes.

You felt what you would have called a chill today, but the first day you ignored him altogether. Too caught up in the shame of being recommended, embarrassed at not being accepted by that Detective, scared to be in a setting so far from what had been your world up to that point.

“I have a feeling ya'd talk anyway, so be my guest,” he said.

“Thank you.” you replied using almost his same tone of voice “Did you notice the women's eyes?”

Rockford went back to looking at the pictures, “Yes, and…? What d' ya wanna me to notice, Nancy Drew?”

You glancing him then replied, “They all have a peaceful look, as if they were ready to die…” you started to say, but he extended a hand toward you in midair and you stopped immediately.

“Don't give me any fucking comment, please.”

“I meant, those who are about to die, they don't have that look,”

“And what d' ya know about that'?” he asks turning completely toward you with his hands on his hips “How many crime scenes have ya been to? How many dead bodies have ya seen?” he shook his head, "You know nothing and ya pretend to understand something just because my boss asked me to or else I wouldn't have let ya stay here," he added as he walked past you and toward his desk.

You breathed deeply, “You know, Detective, it's true I don't know anything. About dead bodies, about murders, about crime scenes, I don't know how to act in these moments it's true, but maybe I can give you an opinion from my outside, my place of inexperience.” you offered.

He huffed with a half-smile, “And let's hear it, what else would ya notice?” he asked pointing his finger toward his evidence board.

“They're all very young, what, 25-26 years old?” you asked as you looked up at him.

“24, then?” he asked, intertwining his hands.

“All 24?” he nodded.

You looked carefully at all the photos, beyond age and expression at first glance nothing seemed to unite them. I mean, they weren't all blondes or brunettes or redheads, they weren't all skinny or fat, they had nothing in common apart from age. Then one thing struck you, at first glance it would have escaped or seemed insignificant, and instead.

“What is this?” you asked as you brought your nose closer to a first picture.

The Detective reached out to you, “Where?” he asked putting on his glasses.

“Here,” you replied pointing to a spot near the hairline, “it's something bright red like there's a cut,” you then looked at the other photos bringing your face closer to the photos as well “it's there too,” you then observed the other photos “did you notice them, Detective?” you asked observing the man next to you who took a magnifying glass to check whether or not your observation was correct.

“I need to call that damned Coroner,” he opened the door to his office “rookie?” he barked, making you jerk and widen your eyes.

Moments later the young man who accompanied you by Parker ran up to him, poor guy you were beginning to understand why he was always scared!

“Call me McNail and tell him I'll be there in half an hour,” then he looked over at you, “we're on our way” he rectified with a grin on his face.

You found yourself swallowing fearfully.

The Coroner was a man in his 50s, he looked friendly and greeted both of you with a handshake and a warm smile, McNail asked Rockford if you were a new colleague, but he dismissed you with “She's just an intern, a few weeks and she'll be gone,” you behind their backs looked up and shook your head. You've wanted to bite back, but it was not the time.

Down there in the morgue it was freezing, there were two carts and lots of cold rooms exactly like there are in TV shows, you breathed slowly hoping not to vomit and that Rockford wouldn't make jokes about your increasing pallor. McNail pulled out the last two bodies on the two carts and discovered their faces. They were very pale, two broken lives, you had a contrite expression “Is this the first time you've seen a dead body?” the man asked you.

You nodded almost unable to speak, while Rockford rolled his eyes.

“It's normal, empty your mind, focus on all the details and then confront with your boss,” he advised you calmly. The Coroner invited the two of you to put on your gloves and then took a half step back.

You nodded and looked at the first young victim, eyes closed, lips puckered, hair withered, the autopsy incision, you inhaled and exhaled deeply, while the two men looked at you, one annoyed and the other encouraging. Then, you brought a hand closer to the victim's body, you observed a tattoo on her neck in the shape of a small star, you observed the three earring entrance holes, then the perfect incision made by the doctor, finally you noticed the scratch on her forehead, it seemed to be made by a skilled, precise hand.

“Doesn't that look like a scratch…intentional?” you asked turning to the Detective who reached out to you bending over making you find yourselves very close together as he approached, you noticed a small necklace well disguised by his shirt, who knows if it was a religious necklace or some other kind.

“McNail, could it be a scalpel?”

The man approached, “Yes, I cannot rule it out. If it had been a scratch from a fall I should have found soil or some other trace, but nothing,” the pathologist answered you.

You nodded, then you noticed another small hole at navel level, “Was the girl wearing a piercing?” you asked turning to the doctor.

“Yes, her effects are still here,” he replied, holding out a sachet, which you made to take, but which Rockford promptly grabbed first. Among them were a necklace with an infinity symbol, three earrings and the piercing as you had noticed.

“Do any of the tests show anything by any chance? Drugs, alcohol, medication?” Rockford tsked “I don't think I asked for anything unusual,” you added with a doubtful look.

“No, don't worry! In fact, there were considerable amounts of a powerful sleeping pill.”

“And that was the cause of death?”

“Drowning.” he answered.

“And the other girl?”

“Suffocation.” the doctor replied, “First she was stunned with chloroform.”

“So,” you said, “24-year-old girls, they are killed for no reason after being sedated. Why? Where were they found?” you asked turning to the Detective.

“At different points in Austin, nothing that would suggest a specific place that has any significance to the serial kiler.”

“Rockford, are you really convinced about the serial killer?” asked McNail, slipping his hands into the pockets of his lab coat.

“Yeah.” he replied, nodding, “How 'bout ya, colleague?”

“I agree. What I fear is that he may strike again.” you replied, exchanging a glance with Tim, who this time returned a concerned look and at the same time almost shocked.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Hello wifey!😚 I am hear to ask about Chrsyta and her boys!✨🍒🦇

What was their first “I love yous”??? Where were they when they said it, WHO said it first? Were they all together when said or was it just chrysta alone with one of the guys???👀 ((saying I love you seperated))

PLEASE I WANT MORE OF DEM AND JUST THE THOUGHT OF DEM SAYING THE ✨THREE MAGICAL WORDS✨ TO HER MAKES ME ALL GIDDY N STUFF🤭

YALL

GET YOU A WIFE WHO WILL LET YOU GO ON AND IN ABOUT YOUR WEIRD LITTLE GOOBERS AND STILL STICK AROUND AFTER 57 PARAGRAPHS!!! 😫🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤��

GET YALL A GIRL LIKE MJ (Oh wait, you can't caUSE SHES MINE/j)

Babes is a strong one for sticking around this long MWAH 🩷🩷 you have NO idea what the boys being softies so rarely does to me it makes me WEAK

NOW, into questions hehehe... >:]

First 'I Love You?'

Starting this one off strong with Dwayne! I know, shocker that it isn't (*COUGH* Cherry's favorite *COUGH*) David, but our tall brunette was actually the first one to get a confession of feelings. 👀

It was after Chrysta decided to split off from the rest of the boys to take Laddie off and see some street performers and Dwayne decided he was the only who'd be able to keep his childish coven member and girlfriend in check.

Now, Chrysta had always used silly little excuses to (get spoiled ���) get Dwayne wrapped up in something she either wanted to do or wanted to have.

Example: "cause I'm too pretty to say no to?" "Cause I'm your favorite?" And it either made the two giggle or it worked enough Dwayne couldn't say no and was pulled into her mischief making. He doesn't look it, but he can be a pushover. 😉

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"Dwayne? Can we please go get matching piercings?" Chrysta hurried over to the tall males side, Laddie tagging along her her hand was interlocked with his much smaller one, the boy looking just as excited, glancing between the two.

"No. Why do you want one anyway? Wanna get caught?" He had asked almost mocking, like a scolding parent, while he hooked a finger around one of Chrysta's hoop earrings, tugging on it gently to emphasize his point.

Chrysta studded put her bottom lip into a pout, giving a small huff turning her head from his hand and craning her neck up enough to look at him, before taking his hand into both her own, bringing it up to her lips to hide the little grin forming on her face.

"...Cause I love you?"

That did the trick. Dwayne fell silent for a second, obviously fighting every fiber of his being, keeping him from making a decision he'd regret.

"... Fuck..." He hissed through his teeth with a smirk he tried so hard to fight from showing. "You know how to get what you want with those big eyes, don't ya, babes?"

Chrysta didn't verbally answer, she just nodded with a small giggle, as her heart raced both relived and nervous about waiting for a reaction from the dark brunette to her silly little proclamation.

"How about we wait till Laddie's a little older for those. Can you do that for me, baby?" Dwayne spoke in a tender voice, getting closer to Chrysta's face, gently setting the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip while he spoke.

"Okay." She replied quietly, giving a little nod in case he hadn't seen her mouth the word, her gaze felt shy but she never looked away from him.

He kissed the tip of her nose in response, his thumb leaving her lip and his pointer finger gently ran down the bridge of her nose, tapping the end of it where his lips still lingered.

"I love you too."

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Now David... He's a man who has been in immortality for a long time, and many days, and many years, he's heard 'I love you' from everyone and all. And everytime, that's all it's ever been. Words. Words from people who merely saw him as something he made himself appear to be, and never the thing he was- and I don't mean a vampire thing. But he was a man, for hells sake, a man with feelings.

So after a while, the meaning of such a confession was something he'd never take seriously, and some part of him almost made a promise to stay to that opinion, and stick to it for the rest of his immortality.

That was... Until she showed up.

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"I love you."

The words left in a soft whisper against his skin, causing his eyes to open and look at the young woman who had made herself comfortable in what she considered safety, nestled against his side his one arm around her figure, the other resting behind the back of his head against her bedframe, while both of her own pale limbs were folded atop his shoulder, resting her chin atop them, her face so close to the side of his, he could feel her thick lashes brush against his jaw.

Her emerald eyes gleamed in the dim light of the lamp at her beside, sleep heavy on her eyelids as she fought sleeping just yet, the late night hour ticking by on the clock echoing in the empty hallway.

"You don't mean that." He responded simply, no malice or teasing in his voice, no heartbreak or longing, he spoke as though it was passing conversation. He turned his head to look back up at the ceiling, an ache where his heart used to beat strumming low in his bare chest. "None of them do."

It was quiet for a while, but there was no tension or awkward filler in it. It was almost.cknsidered peaceful, if Davud couldn't hear the furious beating of her heart thumping in his ears and the rushing blood deep in the veins on her wrists.

She exhaled a breath he supposed she was holding for a second, before he felt her fingertips brush against cheek gently grazing along the stubble etched down his jaw. "That's fine. You don’t need to believe me."

Her head lolling to the side, going limp against the comfort of pillows as she continued to stare at him while he fought even a single glance at her. "You don't need to love me right now, or ever. Just know that's how I feel."

Her warmth never left his side, even if he was expecting it, and to be left in the cold, hollow husk of his own comfort and body. But it never came, just like a response on the tip of his tongue he felt unable to say. It was only then, he cosidered to look back at her, only to see her eyes had finally closed, her heart slowing as she began to fall asleep, her lips slowly parting as soft breathing followed, rolling down is collarbone. She slept blissfully unaware of how up till this point, how much she'd truly captivated David.

He'd have to leave soon. Before the sun began to show in only a few hours, before he'd have his boys looking for him for running off into the night much longer than he expected. But... He didn't feel like leaving. He didn't want to leave. And he knew why. She'd know why too.

Yet she didn't pry it from his lips or demand him to say it. She'd wait, and she'd wait as long as her life could handle. He wondered if she already knew while he wouldn't be able to vocalize it, something deep down in his lost soul, could tell her, whisper to her in a moment of passion that he did love her. Maybe. Just maybe...

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NOW breaking from the sappy and dramatics LMAO were going to Paul who had may or may not have been under the influence of... Um... A very likeable weed. 👁👁 And Chrysta was put on babysitting watching duty of the goofy rocker who was... High off his rocker.

Sort of like Dwayne, Paul's confession was spoken in a playful banter, but the words did the job. It started when Chrysta decided to tease her loopy boyfriend after he had cotinuesly confirmed he 'liked her so much' to which, she challenged him 'What if I like you more?'

So the banter continued and escalated until Paul had finally said "I like you sooooo much that I love you~"

Chrysta had a hard time keeping it together after that, and gladly accepted his offer in a kiss and hugs.

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"Are you sure you're not just saying that cause your high, Pauly?" Chrysta asked, her chin perched on top of his head, blowing away a few strands of his crazy hair tickling her nose.

"Mnm, nope. S'all true, Dime-Piece. Knew you had be mine the minute I saw you." Paul responded, sighing content as can be as he inhaled the scent of weed and cherry perfume intoxicating his lungs. A dopey grin spreading across his face when he felt her soft lips press against his forehead.

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And finally, Marko... Who was the toughest one to crack when it came to him actually saying the three words. Marko isn't one to get very lovey dovey unless it's very special, rare moments shared between him and one of his significant others. I mean, why waste time on words when he could express or share his love in so many other, better ways?

And much like David, Chrysta never really tried to get him to say it, and it didn't bother her. She knew if her boys loved her or not, and she knew Marko loved her, even if he didn't say it as kuch as she did. She could say it enough for the both of them, LOL.

He didn't actually say it to her for a long time- it was actually very far into their relationship- after the birth of three out of four of the girls (Annie, Jenny, and Tiff.) When he and her were trying to have a baby... But things weren't going as planned.

Marko and her were even supposed to have a baby before she and Paul were going to have one... So you can imagine the salt in the wound when things turned out how they did. It stung a lot.

It had gotten to a point the curly haired vampire was almost nervous that having a kid of his own was going be impossible- or very little chance of happening...

Until one night Chrysta had almost casually slipped in how they should be expecting a new member of the coven really soon.

It took a few seconds of denial as he bolted upright to look at her and ask 'Are you serious?' About twenty times, before he immediately scooped her up into his arms, holding her as tight as he possibly could as though he was terrified it was all dream, while repeatedly saying "I love you" muffled into her shoulder as she excitedly laughed in her lovers embrace.

Now it seems a day doesn't go by she doesn't hear the words from Marko. ❤️❤️❤️

[golden-rats]

oooohhh you wanna write more of sub swiss praise kink~ ooohhh you want aether using that against him in the sweetest way so bad~~

Damn, y'all are needy

I have absolutely not proofread this and I am severely sleep deprived so take what you get

2k of Swiss getting teased by Aether. It gets steamy so MDNI

It was a quiet night in the ghouls common room. Most of them retreated to their own rooms. While Aether was still seated on the sofa, having a drink by himself after a particularly stressful week. His ears twitch as someone entered. He notices Swiss and flashes him a warm smile. Beckoning him over, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Swiss! Come join me. It's terrible here without your captivating presence." Grinning at the ghoul he patted the seat next to him. Swiss arched an eyebrow, his usual guarded expression cracking ever so slightly. Noticing the alcohol and look he gave him.

"Oh, Aether, flattery will get you everywhere. But don't think you can charm your way into my pants so easily." The multi ghoul smirked as he stopped midway in the room, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Sure of himself.

Aether chuckles, his voice like velvet. "You wound me with your accusations. But let me assure you, I just really want some company right now."

Swiss leans against the backrest of the sofa, unable to resist the allure of Aethers words completely. Grinning teasingly. "Is that so? What is in it for me if I agree to waste my time here talking to you, dear Aether?"

The quintessence ghoul leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You've been dying to spend some time alone with me. Don't think I wouldn't notice. Your scent betrays you." He finished his sentence with a wink, extending his hand out to him. "Your confidence, like a shield, hides the depth of your emotions. Your wants and desires. But I see through it all…"

Swiss's stoicism wavers, his eyes briefly betraying a flicker of vulnerability. "I've spent years perfecting that. It's not so easily pierced, you know." He huffed. Ignoring the hand stretched towards him.

Aether reaches out some more and gently places his hand on Swiss' arm. "I know, my dear ghoul. But sometimes, it's okay to let someone in, to lower those walls just for a moment. And when you do, I promise you, the world becomes a more beautiful place."

Swiss icy facade melts a little, his guarded demeanor crumbling before the ghouls words. His voice merely a whisper. "You have a way with words, Aether. A dangerous talent indeed…"

Aethers smile widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Danger and temptation often go hand in hand. And I have a feeling you're not one to shy away from a little risk… My little troublemaker."

Swiss' lips curl into a genuine smile, his usual playfulness resurfacing. "You wanna dance with danger? But be warned, I'm not an easy conquest. You sure you're ready to handle me big boy?" In this moment already, he had to fight hard to hold back a blush. It was unusual for him to get flirted at, especially by Aether. Swiss was the type to make the first moves and get what he wants.

The taller ghoul snickered. His eyes resting on Swiss. "Where's the fun if everything is easy? It's the challenge that excites me. And I have a feeling you're the most exhilarating challenge of all~" A flicker of mischief shone in his gaze.

Their eyes lock, the room fading away as the allure between them intensifies. Swiss swallowed. Trying to uphold a smirk and rounding the sofa, sitting next to Aether. His attitude making it seem like he did it out of free will and not because he indeed, got lured in by the ghouls words.

Aether placed his drink on the table, shifting in his seat to face him. Reaching out to trace his fingers along his jawline, his touch featherlight yet filled with an intensity that stirred the depths of Swiss' soul. Feeling his defenses crumble under the weight of Aether's adoration. His heart, so often guarded, opened like a delicate blossom in the presence of his touch.

“Let me take care of you. You deserve it. You’ve been so, so good.” The multi ghouls eyes, usually brimming with mischief, now shimmered with raw vulnerability. His breath caught in his throat. That was when Aether knew, he pushed the right buttons. A playful grin curling his lips. His hand went from caressing Swiss’ jawline to wander along his throat, to the back of his neck. Claws grazing through his hair. “My darling ghoul… You just look so sweet when you give up the fight. It suits you, pretty boy.”

Swiss’ thoughts began to rapidly wander. His eyes flicked over the other ghouls face, nervously. His lips parted in a silent protest, but the words wouldn’t come out. He was completely taken aback by how much those simple sentences affected him.

“Don’t-” He was cut off by the quintessence ghoul, shaking his head. “Shhh… Your mouth can do so much nicer things than talk right now. Let me feel those soft sweet lips of yours…” Aether cradled Swiss' face in his hands, his gaze filled with tenderness and admiration. As he leaned forward to seal their lips, the multi ghoul could sense the faint taste of whiskey. Feeling it sting slightly. He still wasn’t so sure about this. His body reacted on his own though. Letting himself fall into that soft display of affection. Returning the kiss instead of shying away.

The taller ghoul smiled against his lips. One hand stroking through his hair once more. Breaking away before it got too intense. He needed to see the blush on Swiss’ cheeks. Needed to have him flustered before he could make him breathless.

“That’s my good boy… So good for me…” The multi ghoul grit his teeth. It embarrassed him a little to show just how much he loved hearing those words. But the tips of his ears were tinted pink, as were his cheeks. His breath got slightly quicker. When he closed his eyes, he was sure the other could hear his heart pound against his chest.

“Mhm, you’ve been driving me crazy lately, you know that?” Aethers voice was low, only for his ghoul to hear. His lips brushing against the others ear, breath ghosting over the skin. “How badly I wanted to grab that small waist of yours… Wipe that cocky grin off your face.” Swiss shuddered at the sensation. “O-Oh yeah?” It was adorable how much he still tried to uphold the teasing and playful personality. It was clear in his voice that he was struggling.

“Be a darling and moan for me, yeah?” Swiss brows raised in confusion for a second, then immediately feeling lips on his neck. He jolted back but didn’t get far, Aether was holding him near. His arm wrapping around the middle of the smaller ghouls body. Drawing him close. And indeed, it brought a reaction from him. A needy whimper. Involuntary pressing himself closer into the embrace. “Look at you. You want me so bad it makes you look silly…” Smirking, he continued to plant kisses along the soft neck. Teeth grazing the skin.

“Oh fuck…” Swiss, overcome by the weight of the words, surrendered completely. He let go of his reservations and allowed himself to be enveloped in Aethers love, finding solace and acceptance in the shelter of their embrace. Starting to hold onto him. His claws gripping the fabric of the ghouls shirt. Tilting his head to give him better access.

With that, Aether couldn’t help himself. Decorating the exposed area with lovebites and amethyst bruises. Purring as he did so. The body of his lover shivered. Breathing seemed to get difficult. “My perfect ghoul… Your sounds delight me, you have no idea…” It was rare to not have Swiss bicker and talk. Reducing him to only pathetic pants and poorly held back moans brought great satisfaction to the bigger ghoul. Arousing him.

Swiss felt heat rolling through his body. His face glowing, flushed red. Eyes taking on a hazy look. “I’m… I want to be good.” He whispered. “Let me be good…” At this point he couldn’t even stop himself from softly grinding against the man that held him close. He buried his face in the crook of Aethers neck, their hearts beating in unison.

“That’s what I like to hear~” The quintessence ghoul brought his face to the same level again. Their lips colliding, teeth clashing. Tongues wrapped around each other like their tails intertwined. They fueled each other. Aethers hands roaming over every part he could reach. Leaning in so he almost laid on top of the multi ghoul. Shoving his clawed hand under the loose shirt, feeling for the most sensitive parts. Circling and pinching.

“Mmhm!” Their kiss was filled with moans. Stifling them. Aether swallowed the sounds Swiss made. While not stopping to draw them out of him. His leg was placed between the ones below. He used this position to slightly press against the very obvious bulge. A wet spot already formed through the fabric. He barely had the chance to speak between devouring kisses. “You’re just so needy… Already leaking... You respond so well to me…”

Swiss squirmed under the touch. And finally he was able to breathe again. The bigger ghoul sat up, looking down at the mess he created. Golden eyes looking slightly teary. The reddened mouth hanging open, trying to catch his breath. Making his chest rise and fall. And what was that? No eye contact and not a single snarky remark. "Oh sweet prince…" Another gasp filled the air. Aethers big hand placed directly on the smaller ghouls lap. Palming him through his sweatpants.

Swiss squeezed his eyes shut, his head falling back onto the sofa. Heat struck his core as he felt what was going on. Shakily groaning. Gripping at anything he could reach. "P-Please… Aeth…" The voice that came out of him sounded nothing like his own. Dripping with desire. Embarrassment. Longing. It was almost soft. Bucking up his hips and directly into the hand.

"It's okay darling. Give in. You can come, love." Aether leaned closer once more. Focused on stroking and massaging the painfully hard cock. Whispering words of affection into flushed ears.

He tried to hold back. He really did. Coming this early was even more humiliating than the fact that this little game turned him on in the first place. He had a reputation to uphold. And yet, he wished for nothing more than to hear praise.

"Aeth… Ae-" A particularly forceful grip let his words change into moans. On top of it he could feel the big ghouls lips over his body again. Licking and leaving wet trails. "I love how you say my name. I love the sound of your voice." Aether just couldn't stop. The words spilling as he worked his lover through his climax. Accompanying every pant and groan, the little screams with a token of affection.

It was a delight to observe. How small he looked beneath him. The blushing cheeks tinted even darker. Drooling.

"Oh my… Are you alright baby?"

The voice faintly reached Swiss ears. He was fully in bliss. His mind not able to grasp a single thought. Let alone comprehend the moment. A shudder and wave of pleasure washing over him. It was a first that anyone could bring him to the point where he came in his pants. Merely by teasing touches.

"It's alright. You deserve that high." Aether spoke again. A gentle smile playing around his lips as he did. Stroking some hair out of Swiss' face. Caressing his cheek. "You made my night so much more exciting."

He liked this side of Swiss. It was a welcomed change from his usual aggressiveness. And Aether meant what he said. He did deserve to feel good. Praise was important. And if it riled the troublemaker up, even better. So he made sure to take a mental note, remembering what he could say to make Swiss melt.

But for now, all his good boy needed was some cuddles as he came back to earth. And the quintessence ghoul would be there. Always.

[frenziedslashers]

How about 31 and Jed sawyer (2017) for the prompt thing? Maybe it’s his first night back with the sawyers after he gets shot and everything? (If this is too specific feel free to scrap it)

I love your writing and I hope you’re doing well <3

Look At Me;;

A/N: So sorry for taking so long on this! I wanted to write a little more than just a Drabble for Jed since I never get to write for him! I love him so much. All versions of Leatherface I am in love with, I swear LMAO Also super glad that you sent this in since I miss writing for the slasher fandom. I'm just super picky with the characters that I wanna write for at certain times if that makes sense? Idk, but thank you bestie 🫶

Pairing: Jedediah Sawer (2017) x Reader

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Gore, Blood, Severe Injury, Trauma, Let me know if I need to add anything else!

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Blood.

There was so much of it. Dripping from the side of his face. Pooling in his mouth and exiting through the side of his face. He was almost unrecognizable - hell, if it weren't for Mama saying his name you would have never known it was him. Even without the giant wound on the side of his face. You hadn't seen him since he was ripped from his family. Your family.

You weren't blood-related, but the Sawyers took you in since you were Jed's best friend. The two of you practically did everything together when you were little. A part of Mama hoped that if Jed were to come back. Maybe you would help spark his memory of his family.

Your family was never the best. Your Ma had left you and your Pa when you were little. Your Pa was a drunken fool, drinking himself to death by the time you were 17. The Sawyers were all you had.

The screaming made you flinch as you tended to Jed's wounds. Sure, you were half used to it by now. This wasn't exactly your first rodeo, but you couldn't help but feel so on edge with the state your best friend was in. Plus, the factor is that he might not even remember you. What if he thought you replaced him? What if he hated you for some reason? What if things weren't the same as they were twenty-some years ago?

He stared at you with such a piercing gaze. It made your stomach lurch. Earlier food threatened to come back up with how nervous you felt. "Am I hurtin' you?" You asked with such a soft and fragile voice. If he wasn't in so much shock with everything going on he might've cried at just the sound of it. He missed you. Not a day went by that he didn't think about you.

He shook his head 'no,' while keeping his eyes locked on yours. He stared at you with such a mix of awe and shock. You weren't real, were you? This was just another hallucination of his. Like the many, he had daydreamed in his cell or the lunch hall back at the hospital.

You flinched once more at another loud shout from Drayton and this time Jed reacted.

The man before you reached up to cup the side of your face. Redirecting your gaze to his own like he did so many times when you were both younger. "All eyes on me, that's it, breathe," he used to tell you. He couldn't talk now, but you knew he was thinking it by the way he was looking at you.

"You remember?" You blurted, biting your lip to hide how it threatened to tremble. A wave of emotion after emotion washing over you. Relief, fear, anger, sadness, it was almost too much for you.

He nodded his head, gurgling something that you couldn't comprehend. Shushing him with a soft smile. "Jed, ya gotta rest your mouth. Don't talk," you told him, even against how much you wanted to hear his voice. You wondered how much had it changed since you last heard it. From the deepness of just him humming and muttering you could tell it changed quite a lot. You supposed your own had, too.

"I missed you," you told him. This time a tear did escape. Something about you admitting that you missed him just broke him. A few more tears rolled down his face while he nodded frantically. His hand ran through your hair while his eyes scanned over every inch of your face. It was almost like he finally realized you were actually here. That you were with him and he actually had you back for once. It was nice not having to pretend that he knew what you looked and sounded like now.

"Jed, honey, yer gift is ready," Mama called, and the both of you departed from one another to meet her in the other room.

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That night was rough for him and you could tell. Pacing, screaming, crying. He couldn't sleep, and you got to hear it all from the confinements of your own room. It wasn't until you heard something clash that you raced out of your room and towards the basement.

"Jed," you called out as you knocked on his door. Shuffling from inside the room came to a halt and you rocked from foot to foot anxiously.

"Jed," you called out again. Your voice was laced with more worry than before. "Jed, answer me, are you okay?" You spoke, and he could hear the worry in your voice. He ran his hands through his hair with guilt and fear.

Why were you still here? Why were you even talking to him? He was hideous. His face wasn't even his own anymore. It was ripped and jagged. It was as broken as he felt. He wished he could tell you to go away, but nothing other than a distressed grunt left his throat. He couldn't move his jaw without a paralyzing pain shooting through his head.

His startled noise made you frown. Waiting for a few seconds before you finally answered again. “You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd laugh if he could. He hadn't had anyone care like that for him since - well, he couldn't even remember. Since Mama did when he was little, he supposed.

"Look, I just want you to know I'm here for you," you continued, and he took a step closer to the door. "Jed, I never stopped caring about you." Another step. "Even if it has been over a decade, hell, almost two. I never stopped. None of us did, we love you," you prayed he wasn't at the door as you muttered the final bit. "I'll always love you," he was right at the door, though. Eyes wide and watery at the words that left your mouth.

He'd never felt so loved before. He couldn't remember the last time he felt supported by anyone. The nights in the hospital were so long and grim. Bud was the only comfort that he had, and he was ripped from him just like you and his family were so many years before. Just he couldn't get Bud back like he got you all back.

He wished he was someone different, sometimes. That he was just some guy living in the world. Struggling with bills, and maybe a cat or two. With an overworking job that made him want to fall off the face of the earth. Not the crippling disorders that he suffered from daily.

The 'monsters in my head' as he would tell his nurse.

The door opened and you took a step back. Giving yourself room to look at Jed with more space between the both of you. He didn't lift his head to look at you. His eyes fixated on the ground while you both stood there in silence. That was until you broke it.

You took a step closer. Cautiously toeing the ground and watching how he reacted to you getting closer. If you saw any signs of him growing uncomfortable with your presence, you would step further away. You'd leave if he asked. You'd do anything for the man in front of you. All you wanted was to make him feel at home again. For him to finally feel like he's himself and not someone else. Not Jackson, but Jedediah Sawyer.

"Can I come in?" He didn't answer. He only stepped to the side to allow you into the room with him. Shutting the door once you were inside with him.

Your eyes scanned the basement. The broken mirror that you assumed was the source of the noise that had you running down there in the first place. You instinctively headed for the glass to begin picking up the shards so he wouldn't happen to step on them, but he stopped you.

His hand was on your wrist pulling you back. When you turned your head to look at him you finally saw the mask on his face. It was the woman that he killed earlier that night, and you were unsure what to say at first. He let out a muffled noise. He sounded scared, maybe worried? Was he worried you didn't like it? You had to admit, you wished it was someone else's face, but if that's what he liked. Who were you to judge when you've quite literally eaten people before.

"You look beautiful, don't worry," you told him and he seemed to relax. "Maybe you could do my makeup sometime," you half-joked with a smile, but the spark in his eye made you reconsider the joke as a genuine proposition.

The two of you stood there for a moment longer. Eyes anxiously looking around as if to search for words to say. Or actions to do. It had been so long since the two of you had spoken. What was either of you even to say or do?

"Did you want to try and sleep?" You asked, and he sighed. Turned his head towards the bed, then back to you. Shaking his head with a sluggish 'no.' You frowned at that. You pulled your wrist from him in order to put your hand in his. You kept the grip loose in case he wanted to pull away from the action.

He didn't, though. If anything, he wished he had you holding all of him. To be engulfed by you is all he wanted right now.

"Why don't you want to?" You asked, and he looked down. "Bad dreams?" You asked another question, and he nodded a 'yes' this time. "What if I lay down with you?" He peaked up at this. Curious eyes looked over your face as if to see if you were joking around, but all he saw was genuineness. "You like that idea?" You questioned, and reluctantly, he nodded. It sounded amazing to him. At the moment at least.

Jed allowed you to drag him to bed. He felt like you were both eight again. Hanging out in his room while you both sluggishly moved towards the bed on a hot summer day to lay down and take an afternoon nap. All of Jed's chores were done giving him all the time to sleep in that creaky bed. You'd both start out on your back or sides. Soon a tangle of limbs while you both seeked out comfort in one another's touch. Unless it was a particularly hot day. Then you always seemed to be pushing him away from you since even on the hottest of days he always seeked out your touch.

But now you were both grown. You were older, and so was he. The both of you mature. He felt even more awkward now than he ever did as a kid around you. He almost wished he still had some of his boyish-carefree-attitude left. Now he was scared of you, almost. You were even more attractive than he ever remembered you being. Which was saying a lot, since Jed always assumed you were an angel that graced his farm.

When you crawled into the bed you beckoned him to come lay with you. The man stood beside it for a moment. Fidgeting with his hands before he finally climbed in beside you.

His hands were glued to his side. Lying on his back with his eyes fixated on the ceiling. Dragging over each crease and crevice above you. What did you even feel like anymore? Were you as soft as your face was when he held it earlier? He cringed at the thoughts that coursed his brain. Thankful for his mask that hid the blush that swam over his face.

"Jed, you can touch me, you know?" you told him, and he felt his body curling in on itself. He felt like an armadillo. He wished he was one. Able to roll up and hide away in his shell from the embarrassment that was coursing him. This was a mistake, it had to be.

His chest was beginning to heave as he lay there frozen beside you. He felt trapped like his arms and legs were restrained. It was like being trapped in the chairs at the hospital all over again. Jed thrashing and screaming as they shocked him or injected him with only God knows what.

His body began to tremble, whimpering while tears began forming in his eyes. You felt your heart sinking at his reaction. Maybe you were a little too blunt and bold with your words and actions. You should have just left the room after you figured out he was all right.

You sat up to assess him better. A gentle hand was placed on the side of his face while you scanned his eyes with yours. "Jed, look at me," you called out, and he shot up. His head nearly coming to meet your own. An accident that would have you both crying out in pain.

Your hands left his body. Scooting away from him in case he wanted to leave or kick you out. "I can go," you told him, but he shouted a blubber of gibberish while shaking his head. "All right, I'll stay, just breathe, look at me, please." You told him, noticing how he began taking shallower breaths after you spoke. He sat there staring at his hands for a few minutes before he finally looked at you.

"There's my handsome Jed," you told him. Jed eased up at the praise. Bashful eyes darting to the side before he looked back at you. "No one's going to hurt you again, okay?" he only stared at you. He wanted to nod his head and agree, but he was scared that'd be a lie. "I won't let anyone hurt you again, not while I'm alive." you reached out to brush some of the hair from his forehead with slow and careful movements. Smiling at the way his eyes fluttered shut with just the small bit of touch.

You finally laid back down on the bed, reaching out to the other with a small smile. "Wanna try this again?" You hummed, and he nodded. You weren't going anywhere, and hearing you say he was safe seemed to reassure him more than anything else in the world did.

Jed finally laid down. His head rested on your chest while he listened to the steady rhythm of your heart and breathing. He swallowed thickly before allowing himself to relax. His hands holding you while fidgeting with your shirt or the bare skin that they found. Your arm around his torso and the other with your hand playing in his hair had him melting against you. He felt safe. You made him feel safe.

His eyes fell shut. Falling asleep to the feeling of your fingers running through his hair while massaging his scalp. A motion that had him easing into total bliss. The beat of your heart was a lullaby that shushed him to sleep.

He never wanted to be alone again.

[youaremy-dreamgirl]

Punch Drunk Love - Chapter V

Truth

Pairing: Jinki x reader

Genre: a hint of smut, angst

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: you've made your choice and everything is ok!... right?

A/N: ok I did not expect to go on a hiatus for more than a year but here I am! hope you enjoy

Series Masterlist -- Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI

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After five days of radio silence, you finally texted Jinki so you could meet, inviting him to your place to talk since Tiffany was gone for the weekend. You weren't sure he was going to agree, but he replied faster than he's ever had.

Three hours later you are placing the kettle on the stove to make some coffee when you hear your phone buzz, a signal that he's downstairs. Your stomach twists, you are so nervous there's isn't one nail on your hands you haven't bitten. Grabbing your keys, you open your door and go down the stairs quickly, seeing him fumbling with his hands through the glass door. You'd usually greet him with a wave and wide smile, but you only managed to smile briefly before letting him in. He would have said anything by now, usually about the weather or your clothes or whatever, but there's no small talk either.

You go up the two sets of stairs in silence, still, and it's not until you are both inside your apartment that you talk.

"I'm making coffee" you say as you get the cups, your back to him.

"Great"

You turn around and he's standing in the middle of the kitchen with his eyes open wide like a lost puppy, and you can't help to smile.

"I've never seen you so uncomfortable before" you lightly joke

He bits the inside of his mouth and nods. "I'm sorry"

"You don't have to apologize" you roll your eyes "I was just saying..."

He nods again, looking down. He's so awkward you don't know what to do; instinctively, you reach out, taking two steps in his direction to stand right in front of him. He looks up at you, his eyes piercing yours, and you are pretty sure neither of you is breathing.

You grab his hands and his features soften, he's almost shaking at this point and you can't stand to see him like this.

"Jinki-"

"No, let me go first" he cuts you off and lets go of your hands "if I don't speak I'll go insane"

You purse your lips and nod, taken aback at his words. This is definitely not the Jinki you are used to, usually shy and never this blunt.

He takes a big breath. "I care for you and I don't want to lose you, and if that means I'm gonna have to see you with Minho, then I'll deal with it. I don't know how yet, but I'll do it"

He pauses, waiting on your reaction, but you are frozen in your place. It sounded like he's practiced this and it breaks your heart.

"I shouldn't have said anything the other day, I'm sorry"

You can't speak, a knot in your throat threatening to make you cry any second now. You look up and blink fast, and it's your turn to breathe deeply.

"Believe it or not, I'm actually glad we talked about the kiss... because I thought I've moved on but clearly, I haven't" you admit, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding "I couldn't stop thinking about you all these days, and it made me realize that I like you a lot more than I thought"

You've practiced, too, ever since you woke up this morning you knew what you wanted to say to him. Even if he ended up rejecting you, you knew in your heart you had to confess your feelings to Jinki, no matter the outcome. That's why last night you talked with Minho to politely end things; it was the right thing to do. He was beyond understanding and even wished you good luck, such a sweetheart.

Jinki opened his eyes wider than before. "What... What does it mean?"

"It means I want you. Only you. If you wanna give it a try"

He doesn't say anything but the way he smiles, wide and with crinkles on the side of his eyes, is the answer you need.

"I need you to be honest though, really honest" you implore, taking his hands again. "Do you think we can move past this whole Minho thing?"

"Yes" he nods fervently and you do the same, relieved; you feel like you can actually breathe now.

"Can we have a proper kiss then?" you barely finish the sentence and he practically launches towards you, letting go of your hands to grab you by the side of your neck with both hands, connecting your lips in a much-awaited kiss.

You hum, smiling; god it feels so right. He smiles too and moves one hand to your lower back, flushing your bodies together. The kiss feels urgent but somehow it's still soft, your lips desperately tasting each other and making up for lost time. Your hands on his chest are eager to grab a fistful of his shirt as your kiss grows passionate, moaning in his mouth at the blissful sensation of having him so close.

The forgotten water on the kettle starts boiling, and the sudden and loud whistle startles both of you. You stretch your arm to turn it off, not wanting to break your embrace with him, but when you face him again he had tilted his head to the side with a questioning look.

"What? Oh, wait, do you still want coffee?" you chuckle, so focused on your kiss you threw your manners out the window.

He grins and whispers a soft "no" while leaning in again, kissing your cheek and hugging you tight from your waist. You wrap your hands around his neck while searching for his lips again, still nowhere near satisfied.

"You've no idea how much I wanted this" he mumbles in between kisses.

"I really don't"

He stops to stare at you, a hand on the side of your face. "A lot. I promise"

You smile wide, wider than ever. "Come" you whisper, pointing to your right with your head to make him follow you. He looks down and smirks, and by the time he's looking at you again you've already taken a couple of steps in the direction of your bedroom. He rushes to you, hugging you from behind, clumsily walking through the hall like that until you breach the door.

Turning around to face him, your hands creep underneath his shirt to trace the expanse of his back with your nails while he takes your cheeks into his hands and kisses you again, deeply, almost devouring you. You hook your fingers on the waistband of his jeans and walk both of you to the bed, mouths still attached while carefully laying down until his body is on top of yours.

He takes a break from your mouth, his lips immediately drawn to your neck and leaving fleeting kisses on his way down to your collarbones. You whine his name, bucking your hips to get some sort of friction and it only seems to fuel something inside of him, one of his hands moving to massage your breast over your shirt while his lips are now sucking hickeys on your skin.

Groaning, you sit up and hastily tug on his shirt to take it off. He quickly obeys and before he can do anything, you are leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach, your hands playing with the button of his jeans. You hear him sigh and look up to see him staring at you, smiling.

"What?" you smile back

"I can't believe this is happening... I'm so happy"

You smirk as he leans in for an awfully sweet kiss, your heart melting in your chest. This is exactly why you fell for him.

"I swear I love it when you are this sweet, but if you don't get naked soon I'm gonna lose my mind" you tease as you finally unbutton his jeans.

He giggles, his cheeks burning red while he stands up and removes his trousers, meanwhile you are taking the rest of your clothes off so you're both in your underwear. He jumps to the bed again, going straight to your lips, one of his hands glued to your breast. You wrap your legs around his waist and push on his lower back with the heels of your toes so his clothed cock makes contact with your core.

Fuck, he's so hard already. He's nibbling on your neck now, slowly rubbing himself against your body, your pussy throbbing with need. One particular sway of his hips makes you moan as you dig your nails on his back, and that's when you feel him stiffening. He stops and quickly removes himself from you, sitting on the edge of bed and turning his head away from yours.

"What's wrong?" you sit up straight as soon as you see him get up, extending your arm in an attempt to stop him "Jinki"

"I can't... I can't, I'm sorry"

"Why? What happened..."

"I can't do this, I can't..." he sits back down on the bed, still not looking at you "I heard you with Minho that other night and... that sound you made... you..." he covers his face with his hands and takes a big breath.

You don't know what to do, unsure if approaching him is the right thing. He lets out a sigh and lowers his hands, turning his head at you but looking at the floor. "You moaned for him. Exactly like that... and now all I can think about is you two... together"

You feel a knot in your stomach as you try to process what he just said, your heart pounding. You can't look away and, as he faces the floor again, you feel tears forming in your eyes.

What have you done?

"I'm sorry" you barely whisper, looking at him getting up and quickly putting on his clothes. He rubs his eyes and leaves the bedroom; you put on your clothes too and go after him, only to see him barge right into the room again, making you stop on your tracks.

"I want to go. Open the door"

"Jinki, please..."

He eagerly shakes his head "Let me go... I'm-" he sighs "open the door, please"

You stand there, unable to move. If he goes, you lose him; shit, no, you can't lose him, not like this.

"Don't go..." you take a step in his direction as he takes a step back.

"Why did you do that?" he snaps, angry, almost to the point of yelling "why did you have to fuck my friend? There are millions of people in the world and you go and fuck him, in my house, and you even stay the night?!? To rub it on my face?"

"It was not like that! I thought you didn't like me! I didn't do it on purpose, you know that-"

"It doesn't matter! You fucked him! He was inside of you and you moaned! You enjoyed it and now I can't stop picturing you two fucking and it's... it fucking hurts" his voice cracks and you feel a tear rolling down your cheek, devastated at seeing him like this.

"Please... you said we could move past this..."

He looks at you with tears in his eyes. "I don't know if I will ever forget that, Y/N"

"I never meant to hurt you" you sigh, defeated

He bites his lip as he rubs his eyes with the back of his hands. "It's too late now. Open the door" he mutters as he leaves the room.

It takes you a good 10 seconds to be able to move. Your vision is blurred with tears but you see him at the front door, his back to you, waiting. As soon as you open it, he is sprinting down the stairs; you drag your feet as you make your way down and meet him at the bottom. As you stop next to him, you take a deep breath, fumbling with the keys.

"Jinki..." you don't even know what to say, you just need him not to leave. You find his eyes and it only makes your heart ache even more; you've hurt the one person you cared for the most and you feel like shit.

"I need to leave. Please."

Trembling, you finally open the door and see him disappear into the street.

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3 am. You are laying in bed, you've cried all afternoon and now you feel numb. You can't sleep but you also don't want to be awake anymore, wishing this day would fucking end already. You can't find a way to fix this and it is maddening. The only way would be for you to go back in time and tell Jinki you like him at the bar instead of letting him go and avoid this whole thing from the beginning. But you can't, and you can't make him not see you with Minho; worst, hear you with Minho. You can't stop him from feeling how he feels and you feel helpless.

You've waited all day for a text you knew would never come. You take one more look at your phone before crying again, this time finally falling asleep.

[panickingpansexuality]

Anything For You Part 2.

Sebastian x Reader x Yandere Elliott

Warnings; yandere Elliott, kn!fe, holding hostage, angst, possessive behavior, fighting, bruises, threats against life.

Part one

Part one

It had been three years since Sebastian left and started a new life in Zuzu city and almost three years to the day since you married Elliott.

You were starting to love him, maybe even starting to forgive him for what he did. Everything between you two was almost completely normal. Well, as normal as it could get.

Elliott had told everyone that you were sick and kept you in the farm more often than not, but the farm was thriving and even though you hadn't seen everyone as much as you'd like to but you had gotten used to it.

Until Summer hit.

As a surprise to Elliott you were going without him to ask Robin for an upgrade on the house you and Elliott both wanted children but hadn't decided on which adoption agency.

When you entered the shop, and a familiar man leaned against the counter, he'd gotten several piercings now and had started to grow a beard.

"Sebastian?" You said softly.

He turned and met your eyes, you thought he'd be angry, probably scream at you, maybe even leave again.

Was this even real?

"Hey (y/n).." he said "Wanna go on a ride?"

You nod and he takes your hand before going out the door.

"You remember how to hold on?" He asks.

"I think so." You say,

"I'm right here." He says, "Just hang on like I'm your lifeline."

You nod against his back and hold him so hard that it must hurt, but he doesn't say a thing. You two ride to a place you haven't been to in years.

Sebastian parks and shuts off the bike, the view of the city is beautiful in the afternoon. It's always been beautiful, you're about to compliment it when Sebastian gets off the bike and comes to your right side and kisses you firmly on the lips.

You lean into the kiss as tears start to drift down your face.

When you two break apart for air Sebastian wipes away the tears with his thumb and looks at you like you're his reason for smiling.

"Miss me?" You ask trying to lighten the mood.

"Every fucking day." Sebastian says

He pulls you off the bike and takes you to the tree, you want to kiss him again but your loyalty to Elliott clouds your mind.

Sebastian senses the hesitation and pulls you into a hug instead.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers "I should've taken you and left. To hell with everything else (y/n)...I'm just happy you're safe."

"I never thought I'd see you again." You tell him soft enough that you're not sure if he heard you (he certainly did).

"He doesn't hurt you does he?" He asks.

"No." you say, "Never, he threatened to kill himself once after we got into a fight but nothing against me."

Sebastian sighs and looks you in the eyes.

"We can leave together." He says, "Run away to the city or far from there, get a new farm, a new house and we'll be happy."

"I made a vow." You tell him. "I can't break it."

Sebastian nods, you two decided to sit against the tree in each other's arms telling each other everything about your new lives.

"Are you happy with him?" He asks.

"I'm learning to be." You tell him.

"I'm gonna be in town for a few more weeks." He says, "If you let me try and change your mind, at the very least try then I'd appreciate it."

"Try to what?" You ask with big doe eyes.

He smirks and grabs your hand putting it against his heart.

"Try to convince you to leave him and come home."

He takes you home around six, Elliott's waiting at the house pacing around the property, he couldn't find you and normally you're back before seven and no one has seen you all day, but he knew Sebastian was in town and that's all he needed to know.

When you arrive home Elliot's pacing had been moved to the house, you go inside and he relaxed instantly.

"Where have you been?!" He asks. "No has seen you all day!"

"Hey," you say calmly. "I'm here that's all that matters. I was being safe I promise."

He places his hands in the back in the dinning chair and sighs.

"I know.." he says, "You're always safe..especially with your friends."

Your stomach tightens, carefully you set your things down by the door and walk to the dinning room table.

"Friends like Sebastian."

The rooms quiet, he looks up at you in a hurt sort of way. You sigh and nod.

"Yes, I am, I'm always safe with Sebastian. I went to Robin's and we went for a ride and lost track of time."

He sighs through his nose and shakes his head.

"Are you cheating on me with him?"

"What?!" You gasp out. "Elliott no!"

"You know I can't live without you." He says walking towards the bedroom

"I can not function without you (y/n), I need you every moment of my life. I can not have you leave me."

He turns to face you with tears crawling down his face.

"Please don't leave me."

"Elliott." You say going to him, he wraps himself around you and starts to cry.

"Please, hate me all you want just don't go."

His cries break your heart as you hold him against you.

"I'm not going anywhere." You tell him.

A small voice says otherwise in your mind but you shut it down.

"You married me." Elliott says, his grip on you tightening. "Me. Not him."

"Elliott?" You say struggling against his painful grip.

He grabs your forearms painfully and looks at you with obsession, a dangerous kind.

"You married me! You had a chance with him but you chose me! I won't have you go back to him again! Do you understand me?!"

"Let me go!" You yell.

"Answer me!" He yells.

You push away from him and stumble into a wall, you're both panting and looking at each other ready to make your next move.

"You wrote the notes." You tell him. "You broke into my house and watched me sleep, you stole my underwear."

He's silent the entire time.

"When I started dating Sebastian you..you sent me the bouquet to break up with him, then when I didn't you sent me notes explaining how you were going to hurt him and his family.."

You stand straight eyes full of defiance.

"So yes I chose you; but I never really had a choice now did I?"

He's quiet for a moment before speaking

"I did those things to protect you from yourself. We're soulmates (y/n)! You're mine and mine alone!"

"I belong to no one!" You state.

"You belong to me!" Elliott yells. "Sebastian is here for a few more weeks and his family lives here. If you want them to live then you will stay mine. Understand?!"

"if you hurt them I'll never forgive you." You say quietly. "I'll leave you."

"No you won't." Elliott says with a chuckle. "If you even try to I'll kill myself and you wouldn't want that. I know you well enough."

You say nothing, a scowl on your face hardened as stone.

"Now." Elliott says, "Let's go to bed. We have to ask Robbin to make a new room for our baby."

For the next few days Elliott keeps you at home on a leash, it's not until you're able to convince him that you two need to get the room for your baby that he allows you to goes into town but with him at your side.

That morning you and Elliott take the long way to Robin's, it could be to show everyone you belong to him, or to try and find Sebastian, either way it gives you an opportunity, you see Abbi leaving her father's shop when you see her you wave and lower your palm just enough to put your thumb against your palm and close your fingers over it.

She sees it and nods.

"Elliott!" She calls out.

The both of you stop and she catches up to you.

"Look hate to do this but I need (y/n) like right now, I'll walk her back home if it makes you feel better, I know their condition is..delicate right now."

You cringe at the lie Elliott made up for you about a year ago to keep you at home. Elliott assess the situation, he has no real reason to say no and he knows Sebastian doesn't wake up until noon at the latest. So he lets you go and you hand him the materials and money for the new room.

Abbigail takes you to the shop and straight to her bedroom where Sam and Sebastian are on her floor playing video games.

They both turn and Sebastian rushed towards you.

You practically leap to him both of you holding each other as tight as you can.

"I don't have a lot of time." You say pulling away from him, Sebastian takes your hand and nods.

"Elliott knows Sebastian's back and he's threatening the whole family, if I leave he'll kill them all..last night he was so angry.."

You shutter at the memory and the hand that inst holding Sebastian's goes to the spot where he left bruises from his fingers.

Abbigail comes forward and rolls your sleeve up enough to reveal the bruises.

"I thought you said he doesn't hurt you.." Sebastian said softly.

"Never anything like this." Abbigail says, "I've never seen him get physical, it's more emotional and mental damage."

"And since we still have no actual evidence." Sam says shutting off the game, "We're left with nothing."

Sebastian grips your hand and looks at you heartbroken.

"I can take you home." He says, "I can tell mom and Maru and Demetrius to come with me for a few weeks."

"What if he hurts Sam and Abbi." You say.

You squeeze his hand back and shake his head.

"I'm glad I got to see you again Frog man." You say, letting go of his hand.

"(y/n)," Sebastian says, "Please we have to try it, if he's leaving bruises he'll start doing worse. Please let me help you."

You sigh and look away, you want to say yes.

"I'll tell my parents tonight." He says, "Around midnight I'll come get you. Ok?"

You nod and a chorus of relief fills the room, Sebastian pulls you to him and hugs again kissing the top of your head.

Abbigail takes your hand and walks you out of the room back outside where Elliott is waiting.

That night you wait until Elliott is asleep, you're thankful you don't have any pets otherwise this would need more than a days planning. Under the bed you have a bag packed with your essentials, money, some clothes, things you can sell, personal documents, and a knife.

You crawl out of bed and slink under the bed to grab your things, carefully you walk out of the bedroom when the lamp in the bedroom turns on.

"Where are you going?" Elliott asks sitting up.

You want to run but you're frozen where you stand.

"You're leaving me?" Elliott asks. "After all we've been through? After everything I've done for you?!"

He's on you in a second, you don't know how he got to be so strong but your bags in the ground and you're fighting against him. He pushes you into a wall and he's pushing your face against it. You start to yell at him.

"LET ME GO!" You yell, "ELLIOT STOP IT YOU'RE HURTING ME!"

"I'm protecting you!" He growls out, you hear a jingle and you know it's the cuffs. You're fighting harder against him knowing if he gets you those you're done for.

"LET ME GO!" You keep yelling

There's a pounding on the door.

"(y/n)!" Sebastian calls out. "(Y/n) hold on!"

Elliott gets the cuffs on and drags you to a chair, he uses a sweater from your bag to tie you against the chair, and two more to tie your feet to the chair and table.

"This'll be fun!" Elliott says going to the door.

The door swings open and Sebastian sees you for half a second before Elliott is on him.

"You just can't seem to listen can you?!" Elliott says pushing him away from the door. Elliott pulls out a knife from his pocket and holds it up.

"I told you to stay away from them when you first started hanging out with them and now you're back! They're mine! My spouse! My partner! Mine!"

Elliott pounces on hims and the two are fighting in the dirt outside. You can see Elliott and Sebastian both landing punches rolling on the ground.

You're sobbing in the chair doing your best to break free.

The bindings on your feet come loose, you push yourself up and run outside, by that time Elliott's got Sebastian against the ground the life pressing into his throat.

Falling to your knees you scream out; "NO!"

Elliott stops but doesn't look at you.

"Ill stay!" You sob out, "I'll stay forever Elliott I swear, please.."

Sebastian looks at you pleadingly.

"Say you hate him." Elliott says.

"I hate you Sebastian." You scream out the words carving your heart out, "I hate you."

"Just go!" You yell at him, "Leave us alone! Don't come back!"

They still make no movement, Sebastian looks at Elliott with enough hate to kill a man.

"I love you Elliott." You sob out, you feel sick, the tears feeling hot against your cheeks.

"If you love me, please don't kill him. How will our child feel if they ever find out?"

Elliott leans down and says;

"If you don't leave or if you make a move towards either one of us, I'll slit your throat, then theirs"

Sebastian pales and nods, Elliott gets off of him. For a moment Sebastian lays there thinking of what went wrong of what he should've done.

Elliott goes to you and lets you out of the chair and cuffs. You rise and he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your head.

You continue to cry when you see Sebastian get up, he watches you and with one last look he walks away.

You turn to Elliott and cry against him.

"Thank you." You whisper out. "Thank you my husband."

Elliott's heart softens at the sight of you.

"You know what I have to do now right?"

You nod against him.

"Im on the farm and only the farm until you can trust me again."

Elliott chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

"So smart."

You go back into the house where he cuffs you to the bed, and holds you against him, you look up at the ceiling and envision a life you could've had back where you once were three years ago.

[raestarz]

Rookie Hour

Chapter Four - Where Do We Go Now?

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long @.@ I'm a major procrastinator Major thanks to my girl: @neteyamsmunch for reminding me about this chapter.

Word count: 2.2 k

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We go down the stairs and see this weird secret room with a mini replica of the Raccoon City Police Department, I walk over to it and examine it. “Huh…weird.” I notice a box of shotgun shells next to it, I grab it and toss it to Leon, “Hey rookie, think fast!” Leon turns around confused, “Huh?” then catches the box. “Good catch.” I compliment him, with a small smile. Leon laughed softly and cranes his neck stretching trying to take a small break before we continue. “Aren’t you younger than me?” He asked, raising a brow, I stifled a laugh behind my hand leaning on the desk behind me being careful to not knock over the replica. 

“Maybe, how old are you?” I ask Leon to give him a once over fully taking him in, crossing my arms. Leon tries to match my pose and he looks cute attempting it, stumbling slightly. I adjust my lip piercing and sniffle, and raise a brow. “Well…?” I was getting slightly impatient waiting for his response, his face clearly went through so many facial expressions before I’m guessing he decided to be honest. “I’m twenty-one.” I nod slowly as I realize that he’s two years older than me, I slightly shrug thinking well who cares if he’s older, he’s hot anyway but don’t tell him I said that. He looked as if he was waiting for my response, I scratched the back of my neck, “I’m uh…nineteen.” I admit. 

“Oh cool, another question. What’s the meaning of your laces?” He asks looking down at my blue laces, oh shit…How could I tell a puppy dog rookie cop that my laces mean I wanna literally get rid of his job and corrupt cops. I blink a couple of times, thinking of a lie. “I just like blue.” I shrug and lie, I look behind him spotting a short hallway. “What’s over there?” I ask starting to go over to it and see it lead to an elevator, Leon follows behind me and I click the button the shutter opens. “I guess we should go down there huh?” He suggests, and I nod. We both step into the elevator and I press the button, closing the shutter and it starts to go down. “So, Leon, are you an actual blonde…?” I ask with a smirk and Leon’s face drops, he scratches the back of his neck and blushes. “Uh no…I’m actually not.” He admits and I chuckle, “Well, I don’t mind helping you get a better dye job. After this is all over, of course.” Leon nods to the offer and we make it down underground with a soft ding to the elevator. We step out of the elevator, Leon clicks on his flashlight as we head down the stairs. I immediately take out my gun in case anything pops out, wanting to have Leon’s back, my eyes go over his back as he walks ahead of me. Jesus, why do I feel like this? Shit, I’m sure Sherry could tell me…I miss that silly kid. We finally get down the stairs and Leon finds a hand grenade, we find a S.T.A.R.S. box maybe we need that little dongle that the office needed. We try to go through the door that leads into the other area yet we can’t. Shit now what?

I decide to head up the stairs and peek into the other doorway that seems to lead to the sewers, “Leon, come on.” I shout over the railing and he quickly comes up to where I am, “Seems like we gotta go that way.” Leon points out and I nod. We go inside and hear a man moaning and groaning while running on the grates above us, “What the─!?” Leon gasps. We give each other that, if shit goes down I’ve got you look. We nod and jog after the person, I hope he is a survivor like us but chances are he isn’t. We get around the corner and I keep a look out for Leon as he lifts the cabinet and I turn to help him lift, “Come on, Leon we got this.” We both huff as we lift, and suddenly my…oh what the hell…my father hops down. “What the fuck?!” Me and Leon both yell at the same time. My father, well, William grabs Leon pushing him back and pinning him to the floor. I try to pull William off of Leon, “Get off of him!” He quickly shoves me into the wall hard, and I gasp hard feeling the air getting knocked out of me as he slams Leon into the floor several times until the floor falls out under all of us. Fuck, fuck. Me and Leon, as well as William, land on the floor. My legs fucking ache and so does my chest, but the adrenaline kicks in faster I grab Leon off the floor as he’s holding his chest aching, “Come on, get up.” I mutter as I pull him to his feet. William starts to get up as well and we both step back. “...Jesus. Well words aren’t gonna work on this thing.” Leon jokes trying to lighten the mood. “Hey, cut him some slack, that's my dad.” I huff and Leon looks between me and William. “We can talk about that later.” He said, as we both take out our weapons ready to take him down.

… 

After we finally beat William he falls over the railing falling into the deep abyss, fuck…How…am I gonna tell Sherry? Shit, how I gonna tell Annette…Wait…why was he so…mutated? Fuck, did he…start this?! I’m gonna have a mental break. I just need to focus on surviving, praying Sherry is alive and getting out of here. But I’m snapped out of my thoughts when Leon grabs my shoulder, “You okay?” I nod slowly. “I know it wasn’t easy seeing your dad like that, I’m sorry Ky.” He adds before pulling me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my waist, it feels like my heart skips a beat, what the fuck is this feeling and I hug him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. I take a beat before pulling myself out of the embrace with Leon. “Let’s just keep going…” I muttered and heard a ladder fall down in the distance, I walked over to the ladder and climbed up it. Knowing Leon was trailing behind me, I know he was concerned but I wasn’t one to talk of my feelings. Especially with a guy I just met. I can’t focus on that I need to survive, for me, and hopefully for Sherry. “Someone has to be watching us…” I hear Leon mutter suspiciously. I nod silently, really deep in thought. If someone is watching us, then who is it…? And what do they want? I stretch my back as I continue to walk ahead of Leon, not really one to wanting to be distracted from our current goal. 

…

After a couple of moments of us in silence, Leon speaks up, “Kyaire…I know you probably don’t wanna talk about this with me. And I get it, but don’t keep it all pent up…” At that moment, I so badly want to just break down and sob for all the hours that have passed, but I can’t. We have to keep surviving, I can cry when we get out of this stupid city. I continue to walk only giving Leon a hum of acknowledgement yet he spins me around grabbing my forearm not roughly but tight enough to show that he cares about this subject. “Kyaire, please…Don’t shut me out. We’re a team.” He pleaded with me, genuinely giving me puppy eyes with his pretty pale blue eyes. I shut my eyes and let out a sigh, “I’m sorry, but I’m used to holding everything in and suffering silently. I’m just tired, frustrated, and sad. I can’t cry in front of you right now because we need to get out of here. But, when we do and I promise you, I will cry and scream and show you every emotion I have inside of me right now okay?” I rant all of this while pacing, fidgeting with my leather jacket. When I’m finally done, I have to take a breath because I know good and fucking well, if I talk again I’m gonna cry. I look at Leon and then the ceiling blinking hard, suddenly he hugs for the second time today. Jesus fuck, can my heart chill? It must be from the adrenaline from that fight earlier. Clearly, that’s it. I buried my face into the area where his shoulder and neck meet, and a moment where I get a whiff of his scent and his cologne mixed together, I break down full on crying. 

Leon rubs my back as I cry, caressing my back up and down. I cry a little bit more before he holds me by my shoulders and looks at me as I wipe away my tears sniffling, I pull out a tissue from my pocket and blow my nose. I knew these would come in handy, and I took a deep breath. Leon gives me a soft smile and finally speaks up, “You feel better?” his voice soft as he asked me. “Yeah, I’m okay…How’re you?” I ask giving him an encouraging smile to talk about how he feels. “I’ll be honest, I’m super stressed but not too terrible. I just wanna make sure you’re okay and we get out of here, and hopefully find your sister Sherry.” I nod and give him a smile, “I’m okay, now. Let’s just keep going, yeah?” Leon nods and we continue on until we find a ladder leading up out of the sewers. Leon climbs up and out first, while I follow he walks ahead of me to the parking lot shutter and we check it out, seeing we need a parking pass to leave. “Damn. Need a key card…” Leon cursed and I held back a laugh behind my hand, I hear growling and turned my head sighing, “You’ve gotta be kidding me…” Two zombie dogs jumped up onto us, of course we weren’t able to pull out our guns in time.

I struggle fighting back the zombie dog until I hear two gunshots taking out a nearby dog and then mine that was on top of me. We both look at each other and then we hear a feminine, “Hey.” I slowly sit up breathing heavily, “Who is that?” I ask confused. She doesn’t answer my question but then yells, “Stay sharp.” I turn my head seeing the zombie dog slowly getting back up and I take out my single fire handgun shooting the dog in the head, then take out the dog that attacked Leon. Leon is still shocked but grabs his gun pointing it at the feminine figure. She was an attractive asian woman in a beige coat while wearing sunglasses, her heels clicking against the parking lot floor. She points it back at Leon and I point my gun at her, she warns him, “Lower it.” I grunt and immediately don’t trust her, why in the hell? Who in the hell? Something in the BLACK in me is telling me not to trust this bitch. She takes out her badge that was an F.B.I. badge and I immediately put my gun back in my holster, squinting my eyes at her suspiciously. “FBI.” She explains, Leon puts his gun down as she says that, sighing softly. “Sorry…Thank you─” I cut him off accidentally by shooting the zombie dog that was growling next to me with my gun, the woman raised a brow at me and I raised a brow back at her giving her a smirk. She clicks her tongue, Leon looks from me back to the woman. “For your help.” What the hell is this feeling? Ugh why is my heart wrenching…? The woman looks at Leon giving him a condescending look, “Surprised you made it this far.” I raise a brow at the woman again, narrowing my eyes at her. Once again y’all who the fuck does she think she is??? Leon is more than capable! We both get up and walk after her, I trail behind him just in case this bitch pulls some shit. Sorry, she’s not a bitch…Nah she is…Nah she isn’t…Maybe. Leon speaks up again, “FBI, huh? What’s going on here?” He asks confusedly, and I nod my head figuring we should know what the hell is going on. Hopefully this woman can at least tell us something. The woman looks at us over her shoulder giving a small smirk, “Sorry. That information’s classified.” Then continued to walk ahead of  us, I paused and put my hands on my hips scoffing. “Where are you going?” Leon asks all of the important questions. 

I huff and take a breath, waiting for her to answer. She turns around clearly annoyed with his questions, “Do yourself a favor: stop asking questions and get you and your girlfriend the hell out of here.” I let out a short gasp, “He is not my boyfriend!” I let out a groan and rolled my eyes at her, Leon just looked flustered scratching the back of his neck. She gives a short mhm as she walks away opening a door off to the side and Leon yells after her, “Hey! I’m not done talking to you!” I groan and roll my eyes and lean against one of the parking lot pillars’ while Leon runs after her trying the door, finding it locked. “Dammit.” He huffed. 

Great…So now we gotta find a parking pass out of here…