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r0zyp0zy0zy · 4 years

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✾❃S.H+D.K- A Bisexual Mess✶

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Warnings: Smut, threesome, spit roasting, suggested poly relationship

Words: 3407

Pairing(s): Kaminari Denki x Sero Hanta x FEM!reader

Summary: Being attracted to your friend is weird, and your boyfriend having a crush on him too is even weirder.

Ok so I might’ve gotten carried away and prepared a basket instead... oops. Enjoy!

Part two

===NSFW UNDER THE CUT===

Sero Hanta always bragged about you to his friends, which wasn't a secret by any means. Well, not a secret to anybody except you. What can he say? You're perfect to him, and who's he to keep that information to himself? He would spew everything he loved about you and more, infuriating Bakugo and making Kaminari jealous.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, really! Well, not at first. Buuut... your pretty little boyfriend mentioned your name in his conversation with the Bakusquad, and you couldn't help it. You stood quietly outside of your home office— the only place in the house you allowed Hanta to smoke —and leaned as close to the door as you dared.

"She's just so perfect," you broke into a smile at Sero's words.

"Will you stop bragging about y/n-chan?" Kaminari groaned dramatically from within the room, "I almost can't take it anymore! You know that I like her. Stop making me jealous on purpose because I can't have her!"

Your eyes widened slightly at Kaminari's words. He did? Since when? Well, that was a silly thing to think; Kami has probably had a crush on everyone in high school at one point or another. But the fact that he just admitted it to Hanta was straight-up bold.

"Yeah I know," you heard Sero smirk, "ever since you've heard about her magic mouth you've wanted a piece."

"-wha? Wrong. I've had a crush on her longer than that!" Kaminari argued. You could hear Mina in the back cracking up.

"Will you two shut up?!" Bakugo yelled, rattling the door. "Every fucking time I'm here is all 'y/n this' and 'y/n that' ok we gET IT, THE TWO OF YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HER!"

You stood in their silence for a moment, trying to process that holy shit, the Mega-Virgin Kaminari has a crush on you, even before you sucked Hanta off for the first time! What was happening?

"K'mon, bro," Kirishima chided, and you heard the slap of his hand land on Bakugo's back. "Chill out, take another hit. Y/n-san might pop in if she hears too much noise."

"Whatever, 'tch," Bakugo huffed, "kinda wanna go home anyway, you nerds don't have anything interesting to talk about."

You quietly hurried away to your shared bedroom at the sound of footsteps, pretending that you hadn't just heard Hanta openly talk about your 'magic mouth', and Kaminari's confession. You could still feel the flustered blush on your cheeks as Kirishima and Bakugo walked down the hall to the front door, the latter grumbling about "those damn nerds".

"Wait, guys," Mina called to them, "I don't want to be stuck with those love-sick idiots!"

After Kiri offered to buy the pink girl an Uber home and the front door was shut, all you could hear was the muffled conversation a room over. You snuck back to the office door, and pressed your ear against it.

"-s-stop!" You heard Kaminari stutter.

"Never! It's so fun to make you flustered over my girl," you playfully shook your head at Hanta's words. Typical Sero move.

It was silent for a few minutes, broken soon after with a, "dude! What the hell?" From Hanta.

"I- it's- it's your fault!" Kaminari retorted, apparently spinning around in the squeaky office chair.

"You-," Sero burst out laughing, "you got hard just from me talking about her! Bet it was the part I told you when y/n and I were at that one restaurant-."

"S-shut up!" Kaminari squeaked.

Your face flushed considerably pinker. Right here, right now, were two boys that were sexually attracted to you on the other side of the door. You felt your stomach flip and twist in excitement at the new feeling.

"It's kinda cute that you're so into her," you heard Hanta tease. "You're always a blushing mess, and just stuttering over your words."

"Damn S-sero," Denki said grouchily, "stop making fun of me."

You couldn't help but press your ear completely against the door, the two boys inside were too high to notice the shadow under the door anyway. Was Hanta... Flirting?

"I'm not making fun of you," Sero paused. "I'm just calling you cute."

You drowned out the rest of their conversation with your thoughts, trying to connect dots together. Hanta was a little suspicious at times from what you could see over his shoulder. Suspicious of what, exactly? Being gay, or at least bisexual. You saw him close tabs of soft-core gay porn occasionally, and you even accidentally stumbled upon Sero's old diary from years back. You didn't worry too much about it, but now... was he suppressing his feelings? Was he about to cheat on you?

Your heart dropped at that thought. Hanta was a nice guy and he wouldn't do that to you, right? He wouldn't lie about loving you. Not after what you heard earlier. Or was that just to fluster Kaminari? You shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind, and tuned back in on the two boys.

"-AH—! Wait!" You heard Sero panic, "I didn't- I shouldn't've-!"

".. shouldn't have kissed me?" Denki squeaked quietly so you had to strain to hear.

What on Earth did you miss while you were spaced out?

"Well- I was just thinking about h-how cute you are, and I forgot that I can't kiss someone who isn't my partner!" Hanta stressed, "god why do I have to love both of you..."

Your eyebrows raised at that, and listened in a little harder. Did you hear that right? Sero had a crush on Kaminari?

Honestly you couldn't blame him when the blond was so undeniably attractive, especially with the smudged black eyeliner on the corners of his eyes and the lightning bolt streak in his hair. You wouldn't lie that you liked him a bit too, but you suppressed those feelings for Hanta.

"I- I can go if you want," Kaminari mumbled, voice cracking slightly.

"Er- if you want. I don't mind chilling with you a bit longer. Just— don't tell y/n what happened. I- I'll tell her later when I figure out what to say," Hanta said.

"You sure she won't get mad at you?" Said a concerned Denki. "I know how much you love her, and I don't want you two to break it off.."

"Weeelll," Sero dragged on nervously, "y/n is very understanding, a-and I also need to tell her a few other things anyway."

You headed towards the living room, hearing all you needed to. You honestly didn't exactly know what to think about what just happened. Hanta kissed Denki, who likes you, and you that likes Hanta who also likes Denki. What even.

You sat comfortably on the couch, watching the last of the sun meander under the horizon. You nervously tapped on your phone after playing games on it for about an hour, waiting for Kaminari to leave so you could talk with Hanta. You finally heard the office door open, and you turned your head. Sero shuffled towards you with a sleeping Denki in his arms. The blonde's mouth was wide open and snoring lightly, drool going halfway down his chin.

"Uh," Hanta said awkwardly, "help."

You giggled and jumped up from your to help your boyfriend position Kaminari on the couch, who immediately latched onto a pillow mumbling incoherently.

"Whatta dude," you stated, fists on your hips.

"Yeah..." Hanta scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, I have to talk to you about something. It's pretty serious so we can wait until later if you want."

"Nah," you shook your head, "you've seemed off lately, and I'm guessing you just need it off your chest."

"Well, if you don't mind," Hanta plopped down on the love seat. You kneeled over to lean your head on his knee as he sucked in a shaky breath. "I- Um. I- I think I'm Bi."

You nodded your head understandingly, taking his hand in yours. "Ok, baby. Thank you for telling me."

"—there is o-one more thing I-I have to confess," Sero shook, "just please don't hit or yell at me."

"I would never, baby. I'm here for you," you looked up at him encouragingly, giving him a smile.

"O-ok. Uh, I kinda, well... I kinda kissed Kami. O-on the lips," Hanta's eyes looked away from yours, floating to the floor.

"Do you regret it?" You asked, keeping a calm exterior.

"Uh- I dunno. I do because I'm with you.. but... I- I think I don't," Sero looked incredibly guilty, and he squeezed your hand, "I love you, b-but I also have a crush on him..."

"That's ok," you reassured, reaching up to turn his head back to you, "I don't mind if you want to be in a relationship with him too, separately or not."

Hanta looked incredibly surprised, and a smile split his face, "really?!"

"Yes really," you giggled, kissing his cheek. "I can share you."

Sero, being the genius he was, suggested introducing Denki into the relationship with a threesome. Totally not skipping a few steps or anything.

"Are you sure he'd be willing to do that?" You had asked. "He's a virgin to basically everything."

"Oh, he'd be willing alright," Hanta smirked. "I'll message him about it then?"

"Mhm," you nodded, "it'll be fun. We'll get to tease him."

Denki was freaking out. Actually, he was more than freaking out. He was freaking out and jerking off. Multitasking. He could not believe his eyes when he opened Sero's text message, four glorious words: 'wanna have a threesome?'

Of course, Denki had asked if his friend had been joking or not before opening up his mind to fantasies. He got off rather quickly, though who could blame him. He swore that his libido was abnormally high, because even the thought of you, (and Sero as well), would get him flustered and he would pop a boner.

The next day when he came over, his teeth brushed and pubes trimmed, he stood outside your apartment door for at least a minute before knocking. His mind would keep circling the same thoughts: 'Sero just wants you to embarrass yourself in front of her', 'he told y/n about your crush and now they want to laugh at you', 'holy fuck is this actually happening', and 'I hope Sero actually doesn't mind sharing'.

"Sup, man," Hanta grinned as he opened the door for his blushing crush, a far too casual greeting for the situation about to unfold.

"H-hey," Kaminari grinned back, shuffling inside and slipping off his shoes.

"Y/n's just making up a snack so we can chat before uh, y'know," Hanta held back his blush, already nervous because damn, did Denki put on eyeliner or something? He looked hotter than usual.

"Take a seat in the living room, I'm almost done!" You called from the kitchen as you poured one last cup of tea. You carried the tray of tea and homemade cookies to the coffee table, and sat yourself down on the love seat. You couldn't lie— you were nervous as shit at the moment. You looked up as Hanta led a very flustered and anxious Kaminari behind him, and you gave a comforting wave.

"H-hi," Kaminari squeaked, sitting himself on the couch in front of you. He rubbed the sweat off his hands on his pants, trying to avoid your gaze.

"Hey!" You greeted kindly with a smile.

"Alright so now what," Hanta stated, plopping himself beside Denki only looking slightly nervous.

"We discuss boundaries!" You said cheerfully. You reached over for your cup and took a sip. "Any hard no's?"

"Kaminari's not fucking you," Hanta crossed his arms. "Not yet, I want it to be more special than this..."

Denki choked on his drink, sputtering on his tea.

"Kami, any hard no's?" you steered.

"U-uh not right now," the electric blond stuttered, eyeing Sero nervously.

"Ok great!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands together, "the safe word Hanta and I use is 'soy sauce'."

"That's two-."

"Yeah same difference," you waved Kaminari off. "Anyway, my hard no's are just don't hit me, don't degrade me, and don't choke me out."

The two boys nodded anxiously.

"Holy fuck," Denki muttered as he watched Sero kiss your lips, palming his dick through his jeans. He admired your half undressed state as he feverishly threw off his T-shirt.

Without looking, Hanta held out his hand in a 'come hither' motion, and Kaminari steered over to his friend. Sero pulled away from you for a moment, guiding Denki's shaky hands to your bare waist. Once the two of you continued kissing, Kaminari hugged your waist closer and kissed the side of your neck. Your encouraging moans excited him, and he kissed your skin harder.

Denki's hips couldn't help but rut against your backside, drawing out a soft groan from him. He peered his head up to Sero, who turned to give him a gentle kiss, and Kaminari could feel your saliva on his lips. You turned to face the blonde, leaning forwards to propose a kiss. Denki filled the gap quickly, and met your lips with his. It was a messy kiss, but neither you nor Kami cared. You heard Hanta grumble in your ear, nipping at the cartilage carefully.

Honestly, Denki thought he was being spoiled rotten. You were so soft in his arms, and he swore he could stay like this forever. Sero's nimble fingers snuck to the back of your bra and quickly unclasped it, making Denki suck in a jittery breath.

"Hmmh," you sighed as Hanta cupped your breasts gently, waiting for Denki to desperately ask for a turn.

"You can touch her, Denks," Sero chuckled, leaning over and kissing his friend again.

Denki mumbled into the kiss, and shakily moved to grasp your tits from behind. His cock couldn't help but twitch in his pants as he massaged your nipples softly, his lips still locked with Hanta's. Kami pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva still attaching them.

"Oh so good," Denki whined as he humped your ass, breathing heavily into your ear.

"Mmm, Denki~ take your pants off for us, won't you?" You licked your lips and watched as Kaminari hobbled out of his skinny jeans.

He looked at you with wide eyes as you sat on your bed, with Sero following suit. Denki moaned when the two of you started making out again, and nervously edged closer to the bed. You smiled at him encouragingly and reached out a hand to play with the elastic of his boxers. A whimper left his throat as you trailed a finger up his clothed shaft, and he eyed Hanta guilty.

"It's ok!" The smiling man replied, helping you get into a better position. "Let loose a little, dude."

Denki wasn't sure he could do that since you were slowly pulling down the hem of his underwear, his cock springing up to slap his stomach before standing straight out. He slipped down his boxers and kicked them away, having full attention on you and your beautiful e/c eyes.

Hanta was massaging your ass cheeks as Denki experienced your mouth for the first time, and he pulled down your panties, (which were soaked, by the way). You moaned against Kami's cock as Sero rubbed the inside of your thighs with his warm hands, causing Denki to let out a lewd groan. His eyes kept switching from you, to Sero, and back to you again.

"So wet for me, y/n," Hanta mumbled, "if I knew you were into this stuff I would've invited Kami over earlier."

You hummed in response, too busy indulging yourself with Denki's dick. You enjoyed making him squirm in his stance, licking over the glans of his cock and the underside of his shaft. You swore you could see his eyes start to water up.

Kaminari was wide eyed as he watched Hanta strip out of his briefs and give himself a few pumps. Denki's mouth opened in a silent moan when Sero lined up to your entrance and slowly inched inside, letting out a low groan when he bottomed out. You hummed diligently on the cock you were sucking and grabbed Denki's hand to put on your head, letting him grasp your hair like reins.

The electric blond babbled quietly as he watched Hanta pump into you, forcing Denki's cock further down your throat. The way your mouth contracted around him made Denki's legs shake, and he got red in the face trying to keep his hands from urging your head deeper.

"You look like you're having a good time, Denks," Sero commented as he admired the blonde's teary eyes. His hips rolled forwards in a new rhythm and you griped pleasantly as you fisted the sheets under you.

"Fuuuck yeah," Kaminari grumbled, catching up with his friend's rhythm. He was over the moon, and was just trying not to cum prematurely so he could enjoy this moment longer.

"Don't be afraid to fuck her face," Hanta said smugly, repositioning his hands on your hips. "She loves choking on cock, ain't that right beautiful?"

You wept in agreement, looking up at Denki with soft, pleading eyes. You bobbed your head faster in his loose grasp, gagging and sputtering on spit and precum. The man above you groaned with satisfaction and fisted your hair and forced his dick deeper into your tight throat. His thrusts came in a perfect rhythm with Sero's, and whenever you moved, you were getting impaled from either end.

Your limbs shook as you struggled to breathe with the cock in your mouth, and your pussy clenched around Hanta desperately. You felt tears stream down your cheeks as you sobbed for breath, enjoying every moment. You nearly squealed as Sero pressed a vibrator against your clit, and your vision fuzzed a bright white.

"Gonna cum, baby?" Hanta egged on, panting for oxygen. "C'mere Den, kiss me."

You whined loudly as you heard the two men kissing above you, and your stomach tightened and rolled around pleasantly. You gurgled on Denki's cock as you came, pussy pulsing with need and delight.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kaminari moaned in tune with his thrusts, so close to the edge that you could practically taste his cum already.

"Oh shit, y/n. You're so— tigHT," Hanta groaned as he rutted against you one more time before you felt his warm cum fill your insides.

Right on cue, Denki hit his peak right after Sero, moaning about how good your mouth felt and how hot you were, "god, Hanta, she looks so fucking good like this."

Denki let out a choked whine as he finally let his orgasm take over his body, and he held your head in place as his semen ran down your throat. You choked it down before Kami pulled away, and you opened your mouth to reveal strings of saliva and cum.

"Holy fucking shit," Denki said, exasperated, "I feel like I'm not gonna go soft for a week."

"You alright, my love?" Hanta said softly as he let you fall onto your chest, ass still up.

"Hell yeah," you mumbled, your voice scratchy and sore from being face-fucked. You watched Kami stand awkwardly as Sero wiped you down with a warm cloth, taking care between your thighs.

"Denki, go get some water please," Hanta instructed as he rolled you over. "You did so good, baby. The best."

You hummed softly in response, already feeling your eyes flutter sleepily. Kaminari held out a straw to you, and you sucked down the cool substance thankfully.

"That was the best blowjob ever," Denki sighed happily, watching Hanta scoop out the cum from your cunt.

"It was your only blowjob, Kami," you mumbled teasingly, a soft smirk on your face.

You felt yourself drift into a calm state, and you could only hear the muffled voices of your boyfriend, and... your other boyfriend? You fell into a comforting, dreamless sleep, and you knew that Denki would make a great addition to your relationship.

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issaxcharlie · 4 years

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Falling like the stars✨

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke and Y/N never got to be a thing. Whatever they had ended abruptly when she settled on someone with far more status than the aspiring guitarist. Months later, now single, Luke entangles her in a scheme to make Sunset Curve more popular. The only thing she needs to do is fake date him for 2 weeks.

Songs used: Holy Ground by Taylor Swift, Loved You First by One Direction and Falling Like The Stars by James Arthur.

High school is a world by itself. It has its own system and everyone moves through it. It is something that although it is not discussed, everyone knows. Including the three members of Sunset Curve, who are lying in the yard trying to find a solution to their latest problem.

"We need more people to support our music. If we can't get this little school to support us, how are we going to fill clubs or sign with a label?” Reggie wonders aloud to himself, no matter how hard they try, they can't get the Los Feliz student body to listen to their band.

“We should have thought about it before, Reg. Now we're just the problem kids who most likely won't finish school. Why would they come to see us at those seedy little clubs when they can go show off at football games.” Luke stands up suddenly after Alex words, one of those huge smiles that comes out when he has a really bad idea on his face.

“Well it seems that the solution is easy, boys. We have to make them see us on the same level as those jocks.”

“Oh yeah, and how are we going to do that, genius?” Alex fiddles with his hands as he rests his head on Reggie, both tired of not being able to come even close to fulfilling their dream.

Luke points to the nearest post, on which there are at least 5 posters to support the homecoming king and queen.

“Really? Do you think someone would vote for you? Before all those star athletes who also have a cheerleader to back them up? You basically have just us and I don't think I can do one of those tricks.”

“We’ll think of something. Winning that stupid thing would put us directly in the top of the pyramid. We’ll find a way, we always do.” Before anyone can respond, some screaming and commotion can be heard.

“Savannah is accusing Y/N to mess with her man! Run, they are in the hall!" students mention as they start running to watch the discussion.

“Oh god, Y/N. I’ll better go and see if I can help her somehow.” Alex gets up and Reggie begins to follow him, but not before turning to make sure Luke is following too. The guitarist makes an irritated face but ends up walking behind his friends.

From the moment they enter the main hall they can hear the screeches of probably the most popular girl in school, Savannah Miller. One of those typical unbearable girls who for some reason always reach the top of the elite in schools despite treating everyone badly.

Y/N Y/L is on the other side of the discussion, she looks calm and even bored. The first thing Luke digests from Savannah's words is that she thinks Y/N was making out with her idiot of a boyfriend during third period. What's interesting about the situation is that Diego cheated on Y/N with Savannah maybe a week and a half ago and had been dating her ever since.

But that's not Y/N's style, no matter how angry she is.

Luke knows her well enough, or so he wants to believe. She was always good friends with Alex and Reggie, and her relationship with them remained strong over the years despite how unstable and fleeting her relationship with the guitarist was.

He's never going to admit how deeply he felt for her. How much it screwed him up that just when he finally began to believe they could be something else, she completely walked away from his life so she could date the man that would end up cheating on her just because he looked more promising at the time. Rich, popular, the quarterback of the football team, the ‘perfect guy’ she said to the boys.

But hey, that's past.

Luke looks up to meet Y/N's eyes on him. In the moment she realizes she was caught, she sneakily turns to Alex, who is just inches from the guitarist and smiles at him.

“Are you actually smiling? You think this is funny?” The girl looks furious, but she's smart enough not to make this a battle of strength.

“I already told you, Savannah. It wasn’t me.”

“I can count, Y/N. Neither you nor Diego were in class."

And that’s when it hits him. The possibility of getting to the top of the pyramid in front of him. Because maybe Y/N is not the most popular, but it is undoubtedly one of the most loved by everyone. Intelligent, caring, beautiful, talented. And she certainly has the status after dating Diego Hernandez for one semester. No one had managed more than 3 months with him and the guitarist thinks that was a good sign that that idiot is not a good idea but well, it wasn’t his choice.

Luke begins to walk towards the center of the circle, Alex tries to stop him but cannot catch his arm in time. Both girls turn to see him surprised, but neither says anything.

"You can go find culprits elsewhere, Y/N was busy with me at the time. You can ask whoever you want and they'll tell you that I wasn't in class during third period either."

Of course, he wasn't there because the trio got into Reggie's old truck to get some hotdogs but no one has to know that.

His hand goes to take her firmly by the hip, just like all those nights that now only remain as memories. He is looking at every inch of her face, searching for her reaction, and is surprised by the naturalness with which the girl accepts the gesture. As if his hand belongs there. And maybe, just maybe, it does.

“Do you really want me to believe this?” Savannah asks, clearly annoyed.

“Y/N and Patterson? There’s just no way in hell. C’mon babe, he’s just pathetic, you could do better.” Diego says out loud as he approaches the scene in the middle of Y/N and Savannah.

There's something about the disgruntled way they both said it that makes Luke want to prove that a girl like her could want him. He doesn’t know how to distinguish if it is pride or insecurity but at the moment he is not interested.

He's barely going to open his mouth to defend himself when Y/N starts talking. "No. You can speak as badly as you want of me but you're not going to bring Luke into this."

Luke lets go of her so he can step back a few inches and see her from a better angle. She’s definitely not calm anymore. Her face looks altered and she is undoubtedly in protective mode. She turns to see him when she feels his hand leave her body but he offers her his hand and she intertwines it between her fingers without hesitation. At this rate she is taking control of the situation so he is going to let her continue and try to achieve his goal along the way.

“I know you need a partner to have any hope of winning the crown, but choosing Patterson is a desperate move.”

And that’s his cue. "If my baby wants that crown I will get it for her. It's that easy.”

“What? I do-” At that moment Luke panics and pulls her by the hand that they have intertwined and with the other holds her face while bringing their lips together. When he reacts to what he is doing he is afraid that Y/N will push him in front of everyone but to his surprise she kisses him back instantly, releasing his hand to bring him closer to the neck.

The kiss is passionate and almost desperate, but it only lasts a few seconds since a voice brings them back.

"This feels like deja vu." Reggie whispers to Alex, they both walked during the discussion towards the circle and are so close that Luke and Y/N heard him clearly.

“Well, we already clarified that she was not with your boyfriend so, I’ll take my girl. It was a pleasure, we should repeat this another day... said no one ever." Luke takes her hand and leads her to the nearest empty living room, Reggie and Alex locking the door behind him.

“What the hell was that crown bullshit? Why did you even cover for me? What are you up to? At least tell me is fun... or that includes you shirtless.” She jokes, a cheeky smile spreads in Luke’s face.

“I need a favor and thought you’ll appreciate an alibi.” She raises her eyebrow in reflex.

“Why would I help you, Lucas?” Luke can only think of how she makes a name as simple and boring as Lucas sound so sexy when she says it. Is incredible.

“Cut the act, beautiful. We both know you've never been able to resist me.” Y/N laughs amused at the boy’s sassiness. She won't admit it but she missed his eyes on her. She missed the way he uses that cocky stupid voice that melts her when he wants something. How he gets closer with each sentence, or his lips on her mouth.

Before she can counter attack, Alex stands in front of the guitarist raising his hands. “I know he’s an idiot, but we really need your help, Y/N. If we want Sunset Curve to gain popularity we have to start here, and this is our last year. Gaining popularity among the elite of the school would help us a lot.”

“We are getting desparate.” Reggie adds, a sad smile on his face.

“And pretending I made out with Luke in third period and getting to be homecoming dance queen and king helps you... why?”

“That crown is literally a test of popularity and status. It would put Luke on the same level as the popular kids like Savannah and Diego. People would be more interested in Sunset Curve after that. For now, for them we are only three good for nothing that one day will not appear around here again. You heard yourself that those two didn't think Luke was good enough."

Her face flushes with anger as soon as she remembers the contemptuous tone of voice they used to refer to Luke. If they hadn't been in the middle of the hall, she probably would have said a lot more than she did. That single comment is enough to make her decide, so without thinking Y/N asks “What do you need me to do?”

“Just play perfect couple with Luke until homecoming dance. Then you are queen and king, Sunset Curve gets the fans we deserve, you get to laugh at Savannah’s face and you can separate next day if you want to.”

“I’m not sure If someone is going to believe it.” She blurts out loud as she glances at the guitarist.

“Oh please, you know each others mouth better than your own names.” Reggie says without thinking, Luke snorted with laughter and Y/N blushes like crazy.

“Yeah, and you used to spend a lot of time together too, two weeks shouldn’t be that hard.” Alex tries to recover the seriousness of the situation to close the deal.

“Okay then. If I can help Sunset Curve and get that smirk of superiority off Savannah's face then sounds good to me. Are you willing to date me, Patterson?”

Their eyes meet again and without a sign of hesitation her now officially boyfriend for the next two weeks, answers.

“Beautiful, you have no idea.”

There is something about relationships that never get to happen that make the heart weigh more, that nostalgia to be stronger, the person more difficult to forget. Luke can't help but remember during the last periods of the day just how good it felt to taste the girl's lips again. Feelings of desire, of familiarity, of belonging. All colliding and going deep into his bones.

He decided a long time ago he didn't do relationships, but if he did, it would have been with her. He was willing to break that rule for her, but she had the final decision and it wasn't him. He accidentally put himself in the perfect situation though. All those what if’s will finally have an answer.

For two weeks he can test what it would have been if Y/N Y/L had chosen him. And when he finally tries the experience he will be free. Free from all the what if’s, free from her, from her memory. And there's also the part of how much the band will benefit. The main objective of doing this, obviously.

The last hour is finally over and Luke sped off toward Reggie's truck. In front of it is Alex already waiting and he can see Reggie and Y/N also walking in the same direction. The four of them regroup and Y/N starts to discuss game plan.

“If we are going to do this, we are going to do it well. There will be a party at Finch's house this Saturday and the three of you are coming with me."

The three members of Sunset Curve make an annoyed face at the words of their friend. "That's exactly why no one supports you. You think you are too cool to hang out with the people but then you want everyone to happily buy your shirts and listen to your music."

“She has a point there.” Alex agrees, and puts his arm around her shoulder.

“Okay, let’s do this. If you all come with me, we can leave early and crash one of those places you usually play. Maybe even have some people of the party to come with us and hear you rock the shit out of that place.” All three smile with bright eyes In response.

“You got yourself a deal, pretty lady.” Reggie says in a flirting tone and winks at her. Luke gives him a light punch on the arm.

"I'll see you on Saturday in my house then, at nine. Goodbye boys." She winks at Luke and walks over to her car, making sure to do a perfect walk because she knows pretty well that the guitarist isn't going to stop watching her until she pulls out of the parking lot.

Luke gives her a perfect smile one last time before Y/N leaves school. These two weeks are going to be weird.

The four members of the band are in the truck, Bobby decided to get out of school recently but a party and a gig sounds like a rad Saturday. Luke gets out and walks to the door to wait for Y/N to come out. When she finally comes down he feels like all the air is coming out of his lungs.

She's wearing the black Sunset Curve t-shirt that he forgot one of the many times he climbed up to the second floor of the house to see her. A short black skirt and one of his red flannels that he probably left there several months ago as well. Black fishnets stockings which he can't help but imagine ripping out with his teeth, her lips in that tone of red that drives him crazy, and her classic black boots that he hadn't seen since she started dating the cheating idiot.

“Genius huh? Is there anything that says more ‘Luke Patterson’s property’ than this? I don’t think so." She smiles proudly and blushes when she notices Luke's gaze locked on her legs. Fishnets may have been included in the outfit due to a certain weakness that the musician has towards them.

The hair that the guitarist is used to seeing in a perfect bun lately, is now loose and tousled. As rebellious as the day he met her, moving in harmonious tune to the rhythm of Now or Never.

Luke reaches out to to entwine his hand in her hair and whispers slowly into her ear “You look... fucking hell, you are not playing fair, baby.” Lightly biting her lobe when he’s done speaking.

They both linger in a trance for a few seconds, considering whether they should just walk in and lock the door. But before they can decide, the boys that already know this story pretty well and are sick of waiting for them while they flirt, get out of the truck. Reggie carries Y/N like a sack of potatoes and between Bobby and Alex take Luke by the arms, putting them in the vehicle so they can finally get to the lame party and then, the gig.

When they finally arrive, the eyes of almost all the girls go to the members of the band, who are definitely dressed for the occasion. Y/N can't help but notice how most of the cheerleaders wink at her boyfriend. Yeah, it’s not real and will last two weeks, but for now she justs wants to forget that part and enjoy the feeling of him being hers.

So she makes a small, harmless gesture to mark territory and puts her hand in the guitarist's back pocket.

Luke turns to see her, an amused smirk on his face. “Jealousy looks so hot on you, I wouldn't mind if you marked my lips with that red lipstick too."

That statement resonates in Y/N’s head. All the times Diego refused to kiss her so as not to stain himself and even forbade her to use that lipstick that for her was part of her brand returning to her head. Followed quickly by every night Luke came down after finishing playing and instantly attacked her lips with his, caring for nothing more than the feel of their tongues fighting for control.

“Not jealousy, just a quick reminder to everyone. You are all mine tonight.” She puts a little more pressure on the hand in his pocket and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips.

“Dance with me?” She asks innocently while giving him a flirtatious smile.

“With you, always beautiful.” He smiles back, winking charmingly.

His hands find hers and she begins to dance and jump gracefully to the rhythm of the music as he spins her around, both singing the lyrics to each other with unmatched energy, happy to be together.

“Tonight I'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through.” She sings with a determined voice, taking the musician by the hair and bringing their faces closer.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you.” Luke returns the verse with the same passion, just inches separating their lips. His beautiful and trained voice tends to sound like a more country vibe when he gets carried away and especially in more pop melodies like this, and honestly drives her crazy.

The fact that the rocker at heart gave in to listen to other genres for her and even remembered the lyrics was enough to melt her heart. The last time she was able to let herself go and sing at the top of her lungs like this was with him, listening to a mix of their favorite songs in his car while going for their favorite icecream. Whatever they had was a lot more deeper than what they are willing to admit.

“Did we really just see Luke sing and dance to a pop-country song?” Reggie asks the band, Alex and Bobby behind him laughing at the guitarist who blushes and kisses his date's forehead. “I am not going to discuss this. I'll go get us something to drink." He winks at her and dissapears into the crowd.

“I’ll go too, be right back.” Bobby announces leaving Y/N with Alex and Reggie, who smirk at her.

“It seems that pretending is easier than you thought.” Alex can't stop smiling, Reggie playfully itches the girl's ribs who grins from ear to ear.

"Everything always fits when I'm with him. I ruined my chance. I'm totally aware, and I'm not expecting anything from him, because I honestly don't deserve it. But I plan to enjoy every second of these two weeks that came from heaven to the fullest.”

“You should explain hi-” Before Reggie can finish speaking, Diego appears behind Y/N and tries to forcefully pull her by the arm.

The guys manage to react quickly and release her arm while stepping in front of her. But right away his teammates get behind him.

“Save yourselves the pain, she is going with me.” Diego says confidently, his face showing arrogance.

“Guys, ple-” She tries to stop them from getting hurt, but both step a little forward, determined to protect her no matter the cost.

“You are not taking her, Diego. But you are more than welcome to try.” Alex's voice sounds cool and calm, but Y/N can see how much his hands are shaking and her heart hurts at the sight.

They are all so into their own business that nobody notices the guitarist's return until his lips collide with his girl, who is surprised for a few seconds but immediately recognizes him and gives him space for his tongue to taste her mouth.

They both lose themselves in the kiss for a few seconds longer than necessary and then slowly separate. Y/N grinning from ear to ear as she tries to wipe some of her lipstick off Luke's mouth. He just smirks, as happy as ever.

"Sorry guys, do you need something?" He plays the innocent card. After that kiss, most of the people at the party are watching the scene, so Diego, who looks furious, chooses to leave without saying anything. Right away they can hear a long restrained breath from Reggie and Alex.

“You are a cocky genius, I'm not sure we could have won that one.”

“I’m not sure? Did you seriously think we had a chance?” Alex asks, clearly anxious after what had just happened.

Y/N stands in front of them and throws herself into their arms, whispering how many thanks she can say in a row. They return the hug and begin to relax in each others arms. Bobby and Luke join in the hug, and Luke whispers his own thanks to his friends.

The band decides that it’s time to go and to their surprise, when they let people know that they are going to play at a small club in the center of the city, some decide to follow them. On the way, Y/N spends her time wiping her lipstick off Luke’s face with some wipes she had in her bag, struggling not to press her lips against his every time he made her an adorable grimace or a flirtatious smile.

“You know the drill, beautiful.” Luke turns to see her directly in the eyes, concern on his face just like every time before.

“Front row, not a second out of your sight, so if I need something better wait for you guys to finish performing to get it. Better safe than sorry." She recites, proud to remember every word.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiles a little more calmly, gives her a light kiss on the cheek and starts to help take out the instruments.

They are only doing a few songs from their repertoire, but the energy they transmit drives everyone in the little club crazy. The Sunset Curve members look at a Luke they haven't seen in a long time. The energy and passion in his voice dedicated entirely to the little woman in the front row who sings with all her strength every word and melody, imitating Luke's guitar solos or Alex's drums with her arms.

The 15 students who decided to attend are close to Y/N, trying to get her attention from time to time but nothing can take her eyes off her friends. Not even she knew how much she had missed seeing them play. The look of maximum happiness on their faces.

The last song is one that the little club seems quite familiar with, but she had never heard it before. So it must have been written in the last six months.

“Had my chances, could've been where he is standing.

That's what hurts the most, girl, I came so close

But now you'll never know. Baby, I loved you first.”

The lyrics leave her breathless. Luke, who had made contact with her practically all night, now seems to avoid her eyes like a plague. She definitely has to ask Alex about this song before getting any ideas.

The four bow and get off the stage, Luke launches immediately for Y/N, some of the girls try to get his attention and even try to grab him by the arm or waist but he remains firm until his hands meet his girl's hip.

“What do you think?” Luke's fingers shaking in the grip on her waist tell her he's nervous. The fact that her opinion of them matters so much to him that it makes him feel insecure makes her heart skip a beat.

“It was amazing as always, rockstar.” A huge smile appears on the guitarist's face, who gently takes her face with his hands and kisses her nose. After all, he has to remember that they are only pretending to date and for now he has no good reason to push his lips against hers. It doesn't matter how much he needs her.

The way home is uneventful, Y/N sleeping in Luke's arms while Alex puts the guitarist's red flannel over her.

“Will they ever stop pretending they're ridiculously in love with each other?” Bobby asks Reggie as he turns his head to see the couple.

“They are both stubborn and allergic to real feelings. Especially love. They are so terrified that they have to sabotage themselves somehow.” Alex answers for Reggie who just nods without taking his eyes off the road.

"Do you really have to talk like I'm not here?" Luke asks, resting his chin delicately on the head of the woman in his arms.

Tonight felt unreal. Felt practically like one of the many dreams he has had with the girl throughout these months. Seeing her in his clothes was enough to make the night special, but without a doubt dancing in her arms, savoring every inch of her mouth and seeing her energetically sing each of his songs to end the night with her in his arms is just perfect. Reggie parks at Y/N’s after dropping Alex and Bobby, and as Luke decides how to get her to bed without waking her she sinks deeper into his chest.

"Carry me to the door hotstuff, I like to be in your sexy arms." Luke lets out a cheeky laugh in surprise, another laugh coming from Reggie.

“She’s so asleep, I can’t. Adorable though.” Luke agrees and takes her bag before walking down with her in his arms and carrying her effortlessly to the door.

“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t think I could ever feel this happy and complete again.” She murmurs in his ear before giving him a sweet peck in the lips and enter the house.

What the two of them took from tonight is that indisputably, they are both still head over heels for each other. But it was like that the first time and it just wasn't enough.

Days go by with the couple being the school's favorite gossip. People talking in the hallways about the special way Luke looks at his girlfriend, comparisons about the dry way Y/N used to be with Diego compared to how she is with the guitarist, always touching him somehow and spending all the time with him as possible, visibly much happier. Some also talking about how good the band sounds and wondering why they hadn't heard it before. Everything going according to plan.

On Thursday afternoon, Luke arranged to pick her up for the two of them to find him something formal enough for the dance. When Y/N opened the door she met his beautiful greenish hazel eyes, and swears that for a second she forgot how to breathe.

She knows this scene. He smiles sweetly at her, takes her hand and opens the door of the car for her. Multiple interesting memories inside this car coming back to her mind. His firm hands on her legs, his tongue testing her mouth, his hot moans after biting his lower lip...

“Beautiful? Whatcha thinking?” Luke's voice brings her back to the present, his hand goes directly to her thigh as all that many midnight drives and without saying anything he plays the girl's favorite album.

That’s it. If she wants a chance with him, she needs to make this right. “I- We really need to talk.” Hearing the tone of her voice, Luke senses what is coming. He was here before. So he turns off the car that hadn't even started to move yet and turns to look at her.

"I know we've been putting it off, but we have to talk about how it all ended, I-"

Luke interrupts her before she can finish, his voice sounds broken, sad, angry. "I really don't want to talk about how you preferred an idiot for whom you don't feel the remotest thing just because he'll get a football scholarship and this perfect future.”

She spends a few seconds processing his words. Did he really say what she thinks he said? "It wasn't like that, Luke."

"I know it looks like I can't compete with him, but I would have done anything for you. And I thought you knew that.”

She doesn't know what to do or say. She was so unconscious, so selfish, so heartless, that she didn't even think about how he could have understood the situation. In how much he must have suffered these months watching her with Diego, believing he wasn’t good enough. Believing that she chose someone who wasn’t him, because he wasn’t good enough.

He stays quiet, examining the girl who seems about to cling to tears. The anger evaporates instantly and he leans into her seat to wrap his arms tightly around her. She starts sobbing, but seems determined to talk.

“R- Remember the night we met? It was the first Sunset Curve presentation. I had just entered the little club, but your voice dragged me to the front row like a magnet. And when I was finally in front of the stage, I knew it. It was you. The butterflies that everyone talks about for the first time in my stomach. I knew I could never feel again something even close to what I was feeling at that moment.

I got carried away in your voice, dancing to the rhythm of the melody and recording every sound in my head. And when I opened my eyes again, yours were staring at me. And I understood that you felt it too. It was me, and you knew it. It was so natural, powerful, magnetic, deep. I loved you since the first day, Luke. How is that not going to scare me?

When the feelings started to get so strong they burned, I knew I had to run. You always made it very clear that relationships were not your thing, I could not continue to wait for something that from the beginning you made it clear you could not give.

Then Diego arrived at the right time to give me an exit, and I took it. I knew he just wanted to have me around to raise his good boy status, and feeling nothing was safer than feeling too much. So I lied. I lied to you, to me, to everyone. And I’m sorry, but I was so scared. I was a coward who should have done things differently.”

When she finally finishes pulling out what she's been saving for months, she pulls away from Luke to see his face. His eyes look crystal clear, his cheeks red. But his beautiful white smile lights up his face.

"Next time you love me so much that you can't bear it, let me know, please? I can step on your foot or sneeze in your face. I was literally going to ask you to be my girlfriend that weekend. I even wrote you a song."

“You were? The one you sang the other night?”

“Okay, I wrote you a lot of songs. Maybe too many. But the one I'm talking about is different. Maybe I'll let you listen to it one day. If you stick around long enough this time.”

She smirks and kiss him lightly on the lips, enjoying the feeling of being able to. He knows he reacted way too chill. But he also understands her feelings. What is the point of reproaching her for something they can no longer change? A bad decision made by a love so immense that it left her blind. He is simply not willing to waste any more time. They are finally going to do things right. Neither of them is going to self-sabotage it this time, and since he doesn't trust it, he'll put Alex and Reggie in charge to make sure.

The night of the dance arrives. Y/N is wearing a beautiful black dress and her classic red lips. Luke tried his best to look fancy and he's wearing a pretty cool suit but in a sleeveless version. His still fake girlfriend couldn't stop smiling when she saw him. Just perfect.

Dancing in his arms, letting him go only once in a while to dance with the other three members of Sunset Curve made the night amazing. The rest of these two weeks they spent it talking, laughing... making out. Enjoying the most of the time they lost. Even completely forgetting why they were faking it in the first place, until they ask the candidates to take the stage.

"And your king are queen are... Y/N Y/L and Diego Hernandez!"

They all turn to see Luke in shock. Just hearing their names together is enough to make him frustrated, but there's not much he can do right now. And that's when he remembers what he asked the boys to play for the king and queen's first dance. Great, now dance they’ll dance to his song together. Just his damn luck. He sabotaged himself again without imagining it.

They are crowned and Diego offers her his hand, not without first throwing a face of superiority to the guitarist. She walks but continues straight until she is in front of her lover.

Luke looks at her strangely, she smiles at him.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you. Remember?” She sings happily in his ear, and offers her hand.

“Dance with me?” He looks at her adoringly and takes her hand.

“Always, beautiful.”

They walk to the center of the floor, Alex begins to sing the first verse. Y/N rests her head on Luke's chest, her hands around his neck, as he presses her against him by the hip, wrapping her in his arms. His head bent to sing the song in her ear.

“I swear to God, I can see... you're still the girl in the club.”

Tears of happiness begin to flow from Y/N, the words that she never had the opportunity to know, finally getting revealed. Luke's sweet, soft voice in her ear. The perfect melody and the beautiful voice of Reggie and Alex in the background.

“And I need you to know that we're fallin' so fast

We're fallin' like the stars, fallin' in love.”

The moment he sings in love, Y/N lifts her head to meet his eyes. He lifts his hands to her cheeks to wipe her tears, gently holding her face to make sure she sees him recite every word.

“And I'm not scared to say those words. With you, I'm safe.

We're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love.”

The second Luke finishes singing, Y/N stands on tiptoe and pushes her lips against his. Tears of happiness continue to fall from her face, wrapped in a passionate, slow, deep kiss. He's all she wants. Her heart chose him since the very first day.

“I can’t believe one of Luke’s random ideas it's what made them find their way back to each other. Reg, we tried for 6 months and we were never even close. Two weeks ‘pretending’ and bam! they are just fine.”

Both watch the happy couple dance now that they are official.

"You know what they say, Fake it till you make it.” Reggie smirks while watching Luke happily kiss Y/N.

“Fair. At least everything was fixed before we shoved Luke into the pool to see if Y/N would rescue him with a mouth-to-mouth kiss."

“We still could try, you know... for science.”

“Cool. Monday works for me. Do you think that even though he didn't win, we still have a chance to win some more fans?”

Reggie raises his head before answering, a smile appears when he sees the bunch of girls and boys who are spying on them just a few meters away. Probably waiting for them to finish talking to get closer.

“I think Sunset Curve will be just fine too, Alex.”

Thank you for reading✨

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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okay i know you're rightfully on some maid eren shit which is VALID and i LOVE it but i have this bully eren idea my friend gave me and on god i am about to BUST i have to share it with SOMEONE. it's part of my shitty nightmare craigslist roommate eren yeager cinematic universe i have in my head

you don't have to respond to this, even keep it to yourself if you like it, but i just! have to get it off my chest. i might post it to my blog but i just feel like you would appreciate it, so i wanted an opinion from the CHRIST of eren yeager headcannons themselves.

so my friend and i were shooting off some headcannons and we came up with this idea and one second i just need a moment to recuperate myself and that's super shitty NIGHTMARE craigstlist roommate eren yeager and when i tell you it has RUINED my life i mean it has RUINED my life.

ALSO I HAVE NEVER SUBMITTED MY SMUT HEADCANNONS TO SOMEONE BEFORE? SO IDK THE ETTIQUITTE SO I AM SO SORRY IF I MADE U UNCOMFY. IF I HAVE PLZ IGNORE ME.

- so like imagine, you're hard up for a roommate and so you hit up craiglist b/c you know the state of the economy is absolute SHIT and you are kind of in a rush. you end up moving into this two bedroom apartment with some dude on craigslist (eren) whose roommate just moved out.

- you don't know it but eren can't keep a roommate to save his LIFE. it's because he's just such an AWFUL roommate. like plays videogames all day. homie has a shit ton of money but literally NOBODY knows where it comes from or where he works. he just disappears and comes back he says it's "work" but never actually says where he works.

- throws his feet up on the coffee table and shit, doesn't wipe off his feet when he comes into the apartment, leaves cups out, just does not pick up after himself. eats the last bit of your food but gets mad when you do the same to him, uses your extra toothbrushes, just overall leaves a mess.

- the worst part? his room is IMMACULATE. he is FULLY capable of keeping clean, he just likes to crack open a can of whatever the fuck he drinks on the couch, throw his feet up on the table, and watch you bend over and pick up stuff in an angry huff with very steely eyes. this man's eyes are on you ALL the time.

- for the most part u put up w/ it because you're just that hard up for a roommate, but the final straw is when he leaves his dishes in the sink for like a week straight

- you storm from the kitchen into the living room in an absolute angry huff, face scrunched up from anger, and start just laying into him about doing the fucking dishes like "it's just not that hard!"

- the entire time you're raving, he just sits back - hands behind his head. "you done?"

- stands up, puts all the dishes up - in a way that you HATE that's not even CORRECT because he has studied the way that you put up the dishes like in the few months he's made living for you hell he has picked up on your small habits.

- now he's sitting down on the couch again and you're still ranting and raving at him. he looks super pissed off now.

- also did i mention the sexual tension between u two is IMMACULATE?

- while you're in the middle of raving, kicks over his soda that's on the table and gets it all over the carpet.

- now you're pissed and just raving and bitching. because who the fuck does that?

- pushes u on ur knees, bends you over, presses his cock into your ass and keeps u there for a second - grabs a rag from the table, stuffs it in ur mouth, and know what this fucker says?

- "clean it up. you might want to get further on your hands and knees -" presses his cock into you, which is obviously very hard against u, "make sure to get nice and deep in there"

- leaves to go to his room leaving u shook as fuck. obviously u clean it up b/c holy fuck

- tension builds up over the next several weeks and u get closer to levi and erwin, ur local next door gays (or roommates, depending on if u ship them or not). levi won't admit it but he loves u a lot and so does erwin.

- eren being really unhappy b/c ur spending so much time with the next door neighbors and not letting him terrorize you

- starts banging on levi's door one day, demanding to know where u r. levi answers the door. obviously he can see you over levi's short ass head but homie is a real one and is like "she's not here"

- "i can see her she's right -"

- levi wacks eren several times with the broom until he goes away.

- so u come in late that same night and homie is seething. this is where the sexual tension BUSTS.

- so u open the fridge bc you're looking for water, right, bent over and he comes in b/c he heard u come in (he's been waiting for u to come back all night).

- very stealthily slips behind you, presses his crotch against ur ass, and gives a nice comfortable shove - wedging u in the fridge

- reaches over u, his chest pressed against u, grabbing the water you wanted.

- sits there with his crotch pressed into u, slowly drinking the water while ur sitting there, squirming, trying to press ur way out of the fridge, but his hips have you pinned there. u don't know why ur turned on but holy HELL you're turned on. ur pressing ur ass into him and everything, trying to grind into him a bit. you claim to do it b/c ur trying to push him off but he knows why you're really doing it. the entire time u r stuck there, water from the shelf above is just dripping on you. it's cold as fuck bro and ur nipples? hard b/c it's cold.

- gets halfway through the water and go "i don't think i want to drink it anymore" dumps the other half of the water on u.

- you are dripping in water, t-shirt clinging to u. homie is marveling at how tight ur shirt is clinging to you, how cold you r when ur shivering.

- pulls you up by the neck from behind and closes the fridge so he can press u against it

- he's whispering in ur ear, asking if u had fun fucking the neighbors b/c "you seem like the kind of slut who would enjoy something like that". it's not like that at all but homie is a jealous guy.

- oh yeah did i mention he's a jealous guy?

- has his fingers in his mouth while he fucks you from behind for the first time, head pressed against your work schedule that's pinned to the fridge, asking you a slew of shit like

- "do you like that?"

- "i bet you like cleaning up after me like a lil maid"

- i mean he is absolutely ROCKING you against that fridge, fingers in your mouth snapping his hips against urs

- "you've just been playing coy w me the entire time, i bet u've been thinking about this for months - i know you have. i can see the way u bend over to put on a show for me when you clean up after my mess like a good lil housewife. good girls just don't wear panties like that and bend over not expecting to get fucked. bet you been waiting for this, dirty whore" ext. ext. ext.

anyways i am so sorry if this made you uncomfortbale?

again, haven't submitted anything like this in my life before?

oop.

thank u for ur time.

#ask #EXCUSE ME????#HELLO #U SENT TBIS TO ME FOR FREE???#Im so turned oh my god #HIM HOLDING U AGAINST THE FRIDGE #JUST HIM BEING A MENACE OH MY GOD #CALLING U A MAID #FUCK #eren jaeger smut #bc this is a whole drabble in itself

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jaedreaminn · 3 years

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Queen of Hearts

Summary

In a world where all you were capable of doing was stealing hearts and breaking them, causing chaos and shattering any form of love, giving someone your heart seemed impossible.

You needed hearts to survive so you could only steal and sit on all the love in the world because giving love was your biggest weekness.

But maybe you didn't mind being weak for him. And maybe you let go for just this once. And maybe you forgot that there was always a higher power...

Pairings: Jungwoo x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Manipulation, Supernatural, mythical, sad ending.

Warnings: Death

Word Count: 2.7k

You sat on your throne as you looked out at the chaos you created, Hearts broken and left to burn in the pits of hell you called your existence. Sucking the love out of anything is what you did best and this is what gave you a tiny semblance of joy.

The cool wind swept through your hair as you sat at your balcony looking out at the mess you made, a smile graced your lips.

To anyone else everything was normal but only you knew what you did to turn this neighbourhood of pure happy hearts to something so tainted.

The convince store below your apartment seemed peaceful but only you knew that the owner was having second thoughts about what he thought was a happy 20 year-long marriage. About how he suddenly desired anything but his wife. Of course, after having a taste of you and the possibility that he could have you why would he want to go back to his wife?

You smirked looking at the topmost apartment on the four-story building in front of your apartment, where a girl sat staring at nothing in particular longingly, waiting for her lover to return from the military but you knew he wouldn't return to her, instead he would run away with another man. But the false hope you gave her would lead to the perfect heartbreak once she gets the news.

Your gaze wandered to the ground floor which was mostly empty except for the dead man that lay in that flat for four days now. Killed by his own son who ran away to the military.

On the second floor lived that dead man's ex-wife who was diligently preparing a meal to take up to the fourth floor, cluelessly in love with someone who will never be hers. You were disappointed though, she didn't know her feelings towards the girl, and so she still seemed happy and content treating the girl like her own ‘daughter’

You hated that she was happy but guessed you couldn't have everything.

The third floor was your favourite. The most sinful house among all, with dim lights and loud moans.

He was a young man who had everything but that wasn't enough for him so he tortured his finance until she left him and then found a new target. A much older target.

'The wife of the convince store owner and the psychopath- a disaster in the making' the thought amused you.

You smirked knowing that without your help everything would be normal and not as exciting as it is now. You knew that if not for you introducing people and giving them a little nudge nothing would have happened.

Three knocks at your door put an end to your little session of basking in the glory of your creation. You sighed as you made your way towards your front door.

It was either your next victim who you met at the bar yesterday, the amazon delivery guy with the clothes you ordered or the baine of your existence.

Your door swung open and you came face to face with the cutest,, cheekiest smile ever. Turns out it was the baine of your existence, your neighbour.

"What are you doing here" you scowled.

"Don't pretend to be mad" he spoke letting himself into your apartment, making his way towards your couch. "You absolutely love my presence"

The one person that had so much love to give that even if you steal his heart a thousand times he's never run out of it. And it was impossible to break his heart because it just was so well guarded.

"You’re intruding my own personal time Jungwoo" you frowned.

"All you do is sit on that chair in your balcony and stare outside like an absolute creep," he says rolling his eyes. "Mrs. LaBlanc is quite creeped out by you"

The only reason that old hag was creeped out by you was because she knew that you knew more about her crush on the 4th-floor girl than she did.

"You're quite chummy with Mrs. LaBlanc aren't you?" You said smirking trying your best shot at starting something.

"The only person I get chummy with is the food from McDonalds," Jungwoo said mirroring your smirk and you frowned.

"I'm being serious love if you like her you should take your chances with her," you said seriously, an encouraging smile gracing your face that all your past victims believed as if it was their Holy book.

"What makes you say that “Jungwoo said spacing out slightly, thinking.

Ha! Jackpot. He was seriously thinking about your question now.

"Third person’s point of view hun," you said looking at his brown orbs that didn't seem to notice your stare. "I see what you don't see"

"Your right," he said turning to you, expression serious. "You do see what I don't"

You finally had him. But that was too easy...

"You don't see what I do so you obviously won't know how much I'm NOT attracted to her," he said flashing you his signature smile.

You smiled back. You were used to this now, it was impossible to crack him and you just knew it wasn't going to be easy.

"You pay an awful lot of attention to me," Jungwoo said a sly smirk playing on his face.

"It's because you're my favourite" you winked at him.

"But for someone who’s your favourite you're always trying to set me up with people other than you," he said pointedly. The statement catching you off guard.

Yes, they fell in love with you often, but to them, you were only forbidden fruit. But pretending to date them was harsh and it gave you the most joy but it was the cruellest, you just didn't expect Jungwoo to be one of the victims whose heart you would break yourself.

You smirked "If you wanted a date with me all you had to do was ask" you said, sitting on the arm of the couch as you trailed your fingers up his arm.

"So is that a yes?" He asked hopeful puppy eyes shining.

"Of course" you smiled at him.

This was it, this was the start.

When he said date you honestly expected to be taken to McDonald's.

So you were rather surprised when he took you for a movie with the best seats, followed by a fancy diner.

But his company was fun and he radiates the perfect feeling of love for you to suck up. It would be so fun breaking him.

He was so sweet and innocent and pure.

He 'walked you home' even though you were neighbours and even hesitated before kissing you and sending you home.

It was a lovely feeling and you knew you were going to have the time of your life with this one.

For the victims directly involved with you, you usually had a process that you follow.

It was a three-stage full proof plan.

The first stage- The 'I'm on top of the world with your touch' stage.

It was where you couldn't get enough of each other.

The dates continued and suddenly Jungwoo was always where you were.

And you were always where Jungwoo was.

You two couldn't keep your hands off each other. And as you saw it, you had him right where you wanted him.

"You're warm," you said nuzzling your head against Jungwoo chest. It was a Sunday, the day where the world seemingly slows down and the two of you were on your couch, in each other's arms.

"You're cold" he chuckled. You looked up at him and raised your eyebrow.

"What?! He whined laughing, “That makes you perfect," he said grinning widely, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You knew you were cold, it was just people would usually never point that out.

"My body heat being that of a dead corpse makes me perfect" you said sarcastically giving him a forced smile with zero malice "Nice to know"

Jungwoo chuckled, brushing his hands through your soft hair "Yes that way I can cuddle you without it getting too hot for me and you're cold self gets all warmed up by me" he stopped to look at you and smiled "It's perfect"

You smiled at him and leaned forward, capture his lips in yours.

He was smitten by you and that meant stage one was going perfectly.

Things progressed as you wanted it to and you reached stage two- The 'You're dating me right?' stage.

You flirted with guys in front of Jungwoo face and called it being friendly. And slowly one by one made him distance himself from all his female friends.

You were possessive of him but lived your life as if you were single.

He always had to come to get you drunk over your ass, at bars with random guys hands all over you. You were always touchy with everyone and made sure Jungwoo saw you. You openly complimented other guys. But the moment he strays for even a second you pulled on his leash and held onto him.

You didn't let him even talk to girls. Made sure to get extra touchy with him the moment a girl started flirting with him. If he smiled at anyone you'd demand his full attention to be back on you and he gave you the attention you wanted without batting his eyes. Without complaining and with zero resistance, you didn't have to force it out of him, unlike your other victims he just gave it to you.

But that was also a downside, he still stuck with you even though you flirted with other men and we're getting handsy with other men right in front of him and it didn't seem to bother him at all.

And you tried everything in your power to make him jealous, making him feel ugly feelings. To make him want to be demanding but he never blinked once when it came to you trying to rile him up, it almost seemed as if he didn't care but at the same time he did everything he could to show you he cared for you and loved you. And you thrived on the love and affection and heart eyes he gives you and only you.

And he became your obsession.

Stage three was the stage you give him your everything and then just pull away, taking everything away with you.

(Less creative name, you know, but it works)

It was an important stage and you let him believe you loved him.

You took care of him when he was sick, cooked for him, held him close to you. Kept his heart in your tiny cold hands.

You would visit him after work and take him out, help him whenever you could and was just there for him.

This was the stage where you got past the difference in opinion in your relationship but that wasn't hard for you since the only difference in opinion between you two were whether you should eat burgers with tomato sauce or barbecue sauce.

This was the more domestic stage. Where things seemed to be settling down and where it was very easy to fool someone into thinking that this is what love should look like.

You watched him carefully as he sat on the desk in your apartment typing away in his laptop, brows scrunched in concentration and tongue poking out.

"I can't concentrate with you staring at me," he said eyes still glued to his laptop and you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

"I like to stare at what's mine" you replied back immediately and he only smiled.

"I know I can see the heart eyes," he said turning to face you and smiling.

Heart eyes? He was clearly reading more into what you feel for him. Or maybe you've just gotten better at acting.

You looked at the smiling boy and maybe you didn't mind if you held onto him for a long time because while every other victim of yours always wavered in giving you their affection his was constant.

You constantly stole pieces of his heart and it still never decreased in size. It was as if his heart was eternal and you liked that. After all, you were the queen of hearts and what was better than having a forever giving heart?

Maybe you'd keep him after he admits to loving you.

"Heart eyes? Only people who love each other can see those" you joked and he stilled looking at you expectantly.

"You love me?" He asked carefully and you smiled.

Here it was. Here is where you trap him with you forever.

"Don't you love me?" you asked, smiling at him cheekily.

"I asked you first" he pouted. "That means you don't love me so forget it" he sighed going back to whatever work he was doing.

"Ok fine!" you exclaimed loudly to get his attention back onto you "fine," you said more calmly and carefully this time.

If you had to say it first so that he says it back and you can trap his heart with you forever then so be it. It's not like you minded anyway you did love what he was offering you.

"I love you," you said with the sincerest tone, too sincere but it didn't matter as you looked into Jungwoos warm and bright eyes.

And he smiled the biggest smile that you have seen him smile yet and it was directed to you and you felt as if you were floating as he looked back at you with that look on his face.

"Great," he said and your bubble burst and you frowned at the odd response.

He closed his laptop and quickly picked up his belongings.

"What are you doing?" you asked standing up from your seat in confusion, you felt weak at the sudden drain of hearts from your being.

"I'm breaking up with you," he said still smiling but it had a sinister undertone to it.

"What why?" You cried out still confused and feeling weaker by the passing second.

"Cus I don't love you," he said casually "Never have" he shrugged.

"W-what how," you asked making your way towards him "But you're supposed to love me"

"But I don't," he said eyes cold and no more as welcoming and comforting as before. You reached out to hold his hand and your eyes widened and a gasp left your mouth, Jungwoo smirked at your reaction. His hands were cold, ice cold.

He wasn't warm anymore and you retracted your hand away immediately. You felt yourself growing weaker as the seconds passed.

"How can you n-not love me?" You felt yourself shiver.

He just laughed at your question "What you think I'd ever love you?" He pointed at you accusingly "Just because you are the queen of hearts doesn't mean you're invincible" he said smirking and your eyes widened in fear and you fell to the ground, the coldness spreading through you quickly.

He stole every heart you had ever stolen from you. Leaving you empty.

"H-how d-did you k-know?" You managed to get out through chattering teeth, your body slowly growing colder "A-are you the King" white puffs of air surrounded you as you spoke. He couldn't be.

"King?" He laughed the smirk never leaving his lips. He bent down to your level "Don't you think you would have realised if I was the King of hearts?" He said grabbing onto your chin and staring into your dying eyes. Your eyes widened as you struggled to speak and to move away from the man.

How could you have been so stupid? You should have seen the signs- you were always where Jungwoo was more than he was where you were, you were obsessing over him when it should have been the other way round and you admitted to loving him before he admitted to loving you. He tricked you, he made you feel loved only to remind you that you were never going to get a love that lasts because you didn't have a heart and there was no love strong enough in this world that would never fade away, it was meant to always be that way. But you couldn’t help but slip this one time, letting yourself fall in love. He was draining you off all the hearts you had, leaving you lifeless. And the worst part was you let him. You let this happen but yet you couldn't hate yourself for loving him. Even as it slowly killed you.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Not that powerful in front of the Ace of hearts now are you?" he said throwing his coat over his shoulder walking out the front door with all the hearts that once belonged to you as well as the life that once belonged to you as you slowly faded into nothingness.

A/n: So I showed this to my friend and she hated the fact that this has a sad ending so I do have a alternate happy ending for this fic but I'm not sure if I should post it or not?

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cherryonclouds · 2 years

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Fun fact, you can get insomnia while changing your self concept.

Apparently it's because 2 core beliefs are conflicting, which makes sense because I really do be trying not to sleep because I'm feeling anxious. Things don't be lining up in my head and I feel like I need that sorted out before I go to sleep.

But then that's hard to do because I have to be awake for work by a certain time. So I just end up feeling like garbage for most of the day and wanting to sleep.

At least now I know why I'll sleep for 4 hours at a time, wake up without the headset on or the audio is turned off.

Of course, I'm aware that this is the in between phase and eventually it'll settle down, but knowing helps because spending all day immensely desiring sleep when you have things to do isn't fun.

Also vivid dreams. Holy hell I had the most fucking intense dream that threw me off for a couple of days.

When I think about it, I know it's the death of old Cherise, but the day after I had it I was panicked as hell.

So yeah. If you're changing your sc and things are getting messy emotionally and physically, please know that this is a part of the process and your mind and body are just detoxing. Eventually the new beliefs will cement and you won't get any of them anymore.

Also, please be kind to yourself. I'm more saying this for me than I am for anyone else, but be kind. You've been through a lot. If you fall down, berating yourself about it won't help you. You already know you messed up. You know what to do to calm down again.

Trust yourself. You're still getting what you want, and by the end you'll have a self concept that's basically (in the words of my favourite Malaysian daddy Vishen Lakhiani) unfuckwithable.

#law of assumption #self concept #affirm and persist

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simpingwriter · 3 years

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#10 Aitor x Casey 'Your big and strong Protector' (18+)

✨Birthday-Special✨

Well first of all, big fat warning, Casey's Nightmare is filled with things that some may find less fun to experience. Let's say that. The nightmare isn't crucial for the rest of the story, you can skip it, but it still adds optional feels to the whole Oneshot.

Waltz in these stories also is specifically written by me to be unlikable. I made him a true cunt and he stays that way ( just like Jack Matt stays more likeable)

And holy hell, this became a 10k mess halfway through, i forgot partially what I wrote beforehand at some part, fully lost my interest in the plot at another part, had simply no ideas for most of it and in a whole, it reads to me like crap. But maybe you like it, i hope you do :/

Last thing, this is my birthday present to myself, this cluster of bad ideas.

✨ I'm turning 20 today, btw ✨ 🎉🎉

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It was raining terribly as you huffed in burning pain. You had found Waltz, finally. You fought him, at first on your own, then Aiden found you and the PK followed very close behind, Aitor not knowing what happened, had his kids along. And now you're the only person left, once again on your own, the others — Aiden, Aitor, Hakon, Brooks, Hepper, Rowe, Jackson, Wierz, Jack and unfortunately Emily and Jake — got captured while they tried to help the others, now sitting in a former Police Van with a cage, forced by Waltz to watch how he toyed with you, brought you down to your knees, hit by hit...

And indeed, all they could possibly do was watch, as the entire car was surrounded by Renegades in case just one of them decided an escape attempt. Waltz played you like a fiddle. He used your strengths efficiently against you, probably having planned ahead of this possible encounter. It all went so well for you at the beginning, you even felt like you finally had some control over your adrenaline. But it was useless, a mere bubble dream.

With a crushing grip, he pins you against a car nearby, his eyes, black veins similar to those around your eyes giving him a crazed look, piercing yours as he starts laughing manically and mockingly once you began scratching at his veiny arms desperately, fighting for the upper hand once again. "Oh Casey...you silly little girl, you won't learn, ever, will you?" He asks slyly, cocking his head at your weakening attacks, "Do you really think you have what it takes to even hurt me anymore!?"

He turns away from the wall, keeping you in his hand's grip until he grunts in disgust and throws you across the ground you previously fought on, a former highway bridge. You try to catch yourself to soften the blow, but you were too late, taking the heavy impact with the ground full force, headfirst. There was no time left for you to stand back up, feeling the wet sensation of your blood immediately starting to flow down your head and to your neck due to your adrenaline forcing immense high blood pressure onto your heart. Just as you kneeled back up on all fours, your eyes widen as you see his foot flying towards you with unstoppable force, kicking you back down, blood splattering from your mouth, feeling your teeth loosen after he specifically targeted your lower jaw.

Something was wrong...why...why couldn't you fight back??

Your whole body shook from both the cold and the pain flooding you body, your muscles and their cramps standing in your way, not acting accordingly to your panicked orders directing them to let you fight back as Waltz restrains you against an old street lamp with your hands, chuckling darkly at your unusually weak appearance, shaking his head like a disappointed parent.

"I'm...I'm going to kill you, motherfucker!" You yell, spitting your own blood whether you want to or not, ignoring the pain flaring up in you former teeths' places and your general jaw area as he gives the Renegades the command to 'have some fun with you' after giving them some knives.

Why couldn't you defend yourself, why couldn't you free yourself!? This couldn't be real!

Ripping against the heavy chains around your wrists, trying to escape whatever was about to happen, you had to realize that you simply couldn't run. Closing your eyes, you ready yourself for even more of the incoming pain.

Hearing Aitor's desperate shouts that begged you to fight back, knowing he was mere 7ft from you, you look away from him in shame. The last thing you wanted him to see was you weak, incapable of fighting back for some unknown reason to you.

Growling in an attempt to scare them, you glare at the Renegades, but they didn't step back...they knew you were defenseless, knew that you couldn't get your revenge since Waltz most likely will kill you tonight. Were you going to die because you have been thinking too highly of you own capabilities, or what was happening right now?

At the first knife sinking into your tender flesh, you hold back your cries. As well as the second one. Then the third follows. A fourth. A fifth. Your boosted abilities and adrenaline made it almost impossible to bleed out during that, it was produced like water from a storm cloud that was about not burst. Thick, metallic and red Water.

Eyes ripped open as far as you could possibly imagine, you stare right through the holes of the masks your attackers wore. You wouldn't fucking give him that satisfaction, not him, not Waltz.

"F-fuck you..." You push out through bloodied teeth as Waltz tells them to back up, probably deciding that he was the better choice for hurting you, since he knew where it would hurt the most. In your head.

"Listen here and well, 'little girl' ", by now, he used the nickname only to enrage you even more since he knew through enough intel that it was reserved for one man and only one man, "By the end of all of this...you will fucking regret bothering me. This was between me and Aiden, but you...little... bitch", with each word, he kicks you into your lower abdomen, each one feeling like a knife on their own already.

That place was already a painful spot to get hurt at due to important organs, but this time...it felt different, dreadful. With every kick into your small body, it trying to shield itself by pulling itself into a weak, twitching ball, you felt sicker to your stomach, until you taste even more fresh blood in your mouth, "You just have to stick your pretty little head into the big men trouble, huh? Tonight, you will learn the consequences... what's your face about?"

With mangled growls and whines, feeling one more loose tooth in your mouth, you sense the blood in your mouth drip down your trembling lips as you heave for something so unfamiliar, it felt almost alien. You could breath well still, he didn't kick your lungs, so why was your body acting up? Why did a kick to your stomach suddenly put your system off that badly?!

"I see...i guess i have to inspect this. How peculiar..."

He mumbles cryptically as he kneels down to your body, pulling out a crude knife. The way he placed you to "operate" on you, everyone of your friends had a "prime viewing" of your torture, the rain making it almost impossible to see what was rain and what was your now ugly tears running down your face, except that they are colored red. "Please..." You finally broke apart pathetically as he got close to your stomach with his blade, knowing he was about to gut you, for sure, there was going to be nothing gentle about this.

"It's a bit late for that, don't you think, little one? Now hold still, or i might slip..." He acted like it wasn't a big deal, putting weight onto your legs that kicked out in a last attempt of defending yourself as he began cutting up your abdomen. The pain wasn't as bad as the sight, feeling like puking as you see your own body getting opened like a cadaver, like a corpse during autopsy.

But it was only the beginning. As you feel raindrops fall into your now open body, shaking all over in shock, he hums in surprise, sticking his whole hand into your insides without hesitation, but more with manical interest.

Or at least your thought it were your insides. But it was something entirely else, you'll realize soon. With horror.

With a powerful, uncaring tug, Waltz rips whatever was in your stomach out, your blood and some kind of unfamiliar liquid splattering across the already dirty, unhygienic ground. Your ears deafened out your friends shouts, especially Aitor, continuing to beg Waltz to leave you, to let you go.

Fear and pain paralyzed you as you saw what it seems to be in Waltz's hand. It was barely the size of a lemon... it's so tiny. So...so... vulnerable.

"Who would've thought that an old man like the Lieutenant still got hot ammo in his gun's chamber!" He laughs after shouting once again mockingly, looking over to the now broken man in question, of course Aitor, who was trying his best to keep Emily and Jake from hearing and seeing what was happening to their favorite person. To their new mom, as they chose to call you since a short while.

In Waltz's bloody hand was a barely developed, bloody fetus, umbilical cord still dangling on it.

And with one full glance at it, it's tiny life it never managed to live ended because of Waltz, your adrenaline vanished, at least the part that forced your muscles to fight against your restraints. It didn't let you bleed out, forced you fight on passively. Even though now, suddenly, you desperately begged for the sweet embrace of death.

You...you were... pregnant?

"Looking at you, i actually don't wonder how. At your pretty face, even a sterilized man would be able to become a father, my god you're a pretty little girl indeed." Waltz laughs again, carelessly throwing the now dead once-would-have-been-your-child onto your petrified but quickly beating chest. He was a total psychopath, you knew that, but this, you didn't know he was such a cold hearted bastard.

"What...why..." You stammer weakly, your brain not registering what just happened, the image of your and Aitor's dead child stuck in your head.

The images of a now no longer possible, a destroyed future, even more prominent, Aitor playing with your son or daughter, showing him the outdoors and it's beauty for the first time or Emily and Jake are trying to teach it simple things like crawling. They would've been amazing older siblings. He would've been amazing at raising it just like had done with his two own kids...

But most importantly: Your own gift towards Aitor, the biggest gift he once quietly told you when you questioned your relationship you could have given him...was now dead, lying on your heaving chest like a mangled ball of flesh.

On your right, you hear something you have never heard before, Aitor was screaming loudly into the rainy night, his usually calm tone broken as he sank to his knees in his makeshift prison, even next to his fellow men towards whom he usually kept up his stoic personality no matter what, Aiden and his kids. Then sobs followed, unfiltered howling of a father that just saw his kid die in front of him, nothing holding him back as he witnessed the gruesome scene before him. "C-casey! No...why...why you...!?" He asks between sobs, no longer expecting to get an answer as he saw your own eyes...broken, losing hope and faith in his voice.

He couldn't dare to look you into your glazed over, red from crying eyes. He felt guilty for not being strong enough to keep you save. For being the one who usually had to get helped out. For not stopping you from investigating Waltz. But you couldn't know that. He didn't speak anymore afterwards, merely grabbing onto the metal cage that kept him from running to you, from taking you into his arms to talk your everything was going to be fine, knuckles turning white from the pressure he put on them. He failed you. Failed your and his future child, one he only found out about now, just like you. Nothing will ever be alright again.

"Actually...if you took this old man, why shouldn't i have a go, i feel like i deserve it after i made you a part of such an incredibly important experiment, after all your DNA alone was the final touch for the serum! And...in the end...It's not like you'll be of use after tonight anyways, so why waste you while your still warm? You'll wish you were dead. Broken, destroyed..."

Have a go? What did he mean? No...he couldn't! With more fear than before, you struggle against his hands forcing your now already weak legs apart without much of a struggle after he got rid of your protective gear and the pants under them, ripping off your white lingerie — something you wanted to show Aitor that night, you wanted to surprise him, make him smile after a rough day as a Lieutenant — roughly, the elastics that remained afterwards snapping against your sensitive, cut apart area. You knew he was a terrible human being, but you seriously thought for all these weeks that he was simply a crazed man, his experiments and the serum making him a tunnel visioned maniac. But he was a true monster in the disguise of a man, something your adrenaline would never be capable of turning you into.

Without warning, he forces himself inside of you. It hurt so much... He wasn't Aitor. He wasn't supposed to be inside of you. "Nooo! Get off me! Pl-" "Fucking slut, i don't want to hear you crying now! Should've known better than to play the hero... you're not even partially as important and as strong as you think you are!" "Shut up! I WILL kill you, get my revenge!" You scream loudly as he pounds into you, no mercy on your tender, traumatized insides, his cock's outline showing at your exposed walls where he cut you open.

Like they still mattered now. You no longer mattered. Your threats, empty. You knew you wouldn't last after he's done. Done torturing you and your mind, your hopes and dreams.

"Shut her up, i don't care how!" Waltz growled out animalistic, the feeling of your slick walls clouding his "calculated" mind, as he picks up your legs over his shoulders, having problems with you left one due to your still broken hip.

"Nooo! Oh god! Please!! A-aitor... Aitor! Please...please don't! NOOOOO!" You let go of a terrified, bloodcurdling scream, your fear peaking, surely you had never reached such a high pitch in your life as you screamed out your soul, in panic and primal fear, your throat hurting at how sharp your cries were.

The Renegades came closer again, looking for something to stuff into your mouth...till they stopped looking around, fixated on something particular wicked in their messed up heads. Seeing it too, you shook your head vigorously, trying to dodge their grip, it being entirely useless.

In their hands, your dead unborn child.

"Open up, whore, it's feeding time~!" One croaks hoarsely and devilishly as the other kicked your already damaged jaw, almost dislocating it as you scream out again with your last chance, feeling the still warm and slimy body get pushed into your now cramping mouth.

They force you to start chewing. You feel it become chunks. Bloody, chewy chunks.

You become numb, your gaze becomes blank as you stop fighting them entirely and go limp. Why fight on...there was nothing worth you could live for...you disappointed your beloved Aitor.

Waltz continued to rut into your seemingly lifeless but very much breathing body like a starving animal. Aitor's desperate sobs get tuned out by you as lose connection to reality fully.

Why can't you just die!?

'Please let it end, give me my rest!'

Why...why you?

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With a cry out of sheer panic for your life, you shoot up in your bed, cold sweat covering your naked body. Your bed?

IT WASN'T REAL!

Nonetheless, you feel your formerly tired, now panicked, body tremble and shake at what your "eyes" just witnessed. You're too busy trying to catch a grip on your actual reality to notice Aitor firmly wrap his arms around you without any comment or question. He knew you had nightmares sometimes, sometimes as bad as something that was called a night terror. More common in children, but in Seneux many former runners had these kind of problems. Adding your testing as a kid, it's a pure recipe for disaster.

Both of you sat in the windy and cold silence of "Missy", the PK ship, for five minutes or more until you finally recovered enough to return Aitor's incredibly worried embrace, sobbing freely into his also naked chest. He knew more about your weak side than anyone else. It frightened you on some days about how at ease you're with unraveling yourself for him, letting down your entire build up guard of various hard years of training.

Only for him to suddenly strut into your messed up life and enchant you with his unique personality with nothing but a few flirty comments and this strong, stoic gaze he basically speared you with from the very first moments, keeping his eyes on you the entire time when you first met him.

"I..." You stutter, testing your current and ever so slowly returning mental capacity and strength to talk about your nightmare, the images of what Waltz did to dream-you flashing back up with just a single nudge and you cringe, trying to dodge the pain by pressing yourself further into your boyfriend's chest. "You don't need to explain if you can't. Take your time, my love..." He kept his voice low, not only to match your volume but also to not wake up others on the other sides of the very thin container walls.

Although, knowing your kind of nightmares, fat chances that they are still sleeping. You're...quite verbal...with with your fear in nightmares.

"No...i...i have to." You return, angry at yourself for losing your strength, for being exactly what all your former academy colleagues made fun of, a weak girl. There... there's never time to show weakness. And you didn't want Aitor to think you're helpless, weak. Just like they did.

"Casey, if you think you have to prove anything... please... don't. It will only hurt you..." Aitor begged softly, his thumbs circling your hips, feeling the goosebumps that covered you all over, not sure if it was just the low temperatures fault.

The "room" was dark, except for the obligatory UV Lamp on a very makeshift bedside table, right next to a book you gave Aitor to read if he ever got bored and you weren't close by. Aitor wasn't infected, fortunately, but Patricia and his kids are. The kids only because of their mother's blood during birth getting on them, infecting them and other complications, Aitor told you about the labor day, about him definitely not almost losing consciousness and how he cried like "a little bitch" when he first got the chance to hold his two kids, since they were twins.

You remember that conversation well, it was under a clear night sky with his kids tagging along, usually it made you laugh, imagining your big, strong protector crying a river or just straight up up and outing mentally when the birth got closer. But now, it only reminds you of THAT moment in your nightmare.

The thought made you sick to your stomach and you had to muster up a lot of strength to not empty it in that very moment. What if you're actually...? You couldn't be, right!? Things that happened in nightmares mean nothing, they never did with you at least!

You feel disgustingly nauseous, feeling his hands on your body, the rain pouring down onto your cut open, weakened body...like it was real, replaying in your head until you're feeling Aitor's caring hands immediately tighten around you defensively as he feels you tense up, sees your eyes widened in paralyzed fear. "Everything is fine, honey, I'm here for you—" "I was pregnant in the nightmare." You interrupt him quietly with your unexpected — even for you — straightforward confession, his body freezing on the spot as he realizes what you mean.

"And...and he...Waltz...this psychopath, he...he killed it!", choking on your words like your struggling to swallow your still beating like crazy heart... it's heart?...you can see it in his eyes. Nothing of what you expected, but instead, sorrow...he was just as hurt as you, or at least wanted you to see it like that, to comfort you. He knew that it had to feel incredibly real to you. Your nightmares tend to be vivid, but over time your reactions got numbed down.

When he heard your first terrorized screams tonight...your pleading...your strange, unfamiliar reactions...did he already know that it had to be a worse one? Was it your immediate response to it after finally waking up from it? Or was it something he learned to feel over time, like some kind of intuition?

"It was just your nightmare, i assure you..." He calmly brushes through your messy bed hair from struggling in your sleep, and it sounded like he wasn't taking your pain serious for a split second, until he continued, "If it had been real, i wouldn't have stopped at anything to try and rescue you and...their...life, no matter if it costs me mine...no matter how impossible you may think it to be if even you failed." He breaths out steadily, holding back his own signs of sadness, sniffling shortly.

It hit him just as hard as it hit you, you suddenly realized, while you thought you're silly for being so impacted by this. "I wouldn't let it come this far...I won't fail in real life. I promise."

There it was again.

With every passing more minute you spent tangled up in each other's tight embrace, you managed to breath out more calmly with every other try, your tears now only leaving dried stains and red, sore eyes. Oh how ridiculous you felt...

"Do you want to try and sleep some more?" He chose to be the first that spoke again, now that he felt your breath no longer hitch in your throat and your heart having a relaxed pace once again. You shook you head, you couldn't sleep right now, fearing it will continue your nightmare but also because you may feel tired, very tired, but somehow knew you wouldn't be able to fall asleep right now anyways.

"Can we... no, forget it..." You stop yourself, feeling silly for even thinking about it. "Well shit, honey, now i really want hear it, what do you want to do?"

His face was lit up softly by the violet lighting and you almost melt at the sight of his toothy, almost boyish smile. What a amazingly rare sight...almost scary at the sudden appearance of it.

You now wished you had taken your phone with you to Villedor, you would've never let this smile die in your mind, not just mentally.

Most women in the PK weren't his type and so was he, you having to shockingly overhear some women rather openly state that they thought Aitor's appearance must've been the reason Patricia wanted to cheat on him, that it was the reason she was that specific way towards him.

That he should've been happy to get her in the first place and that they didn't understand how blind you could be...

It made your blood boil, a by now terrible sign to some people, like a bad omen: seeing you glare at someone as you began to form your fists. It could be short of a quite literally bloody disaster, most learned.

But these chatty women weren't worth your true anger, he assured you calmly. Instead, Aitor himself made you see the good side of it after you told him what you heard, walking up and down in his quarters in Old Villedor with heavy pacing. The good side being that you would never have to defend your place at his side. But deep on the inside you wanted their eyes stuck to him and you, feel their seething anger and jealousy at your relationship.

Is that shallow of you? Or just a part of being just so incredibly human despite what you might be thanks to Waltz?

Returning to his question at hand, you smile back, confident once again thanks to his incredible reaction, "I want to see the stars with you again!"

For a moment, he looks surprised, but then he laughs, his lovely British accent mesmerizing you again and again, "Casey...i... don't know if you can hear it, but there is a thunderstorm going on right now!"

As if on cue, massive Thunder broke down nearby. You squint, you mouth hanging open slightly at the realization. Aitor distracted you so well, you couldn't hear even the stupid thunderstorm. "We could watch the thunderstorm??" You reply smartly yet stupidly as you try to cover up his common effect on you. The one he had on you since the first meeting.

The one he was so surprised about even having in the first place...

"Didn't know i still had that kind of effect on such a young and pretty woman."

By the exact word and his accent, you remember the way he looked at you with such intrigue. And what it all became after he send Aiden away while you kept lingering around to look at the Base. How you lost your incredibly well kept 'innocence' to this flirtatious older and formerly married man at the same day, not even an hour later and didn't regret it an ounce to this day...

"Thunderstorm gazing? Seriously? Are you trying to get us both hit by lightning this time?" He jokes but sighs in defeat as he sees how serious you are, grumbling at his initial reaction, "So you really want to watch the thunderstorm? How? Without a tarp we get wet. With one we can't—" "I got a see through one."

Not able to argue with your idea anymore — oh and HOW he could, he could just pin your ass to bed and you'd be skyhigh with happiness already — he helped you look for the tarp you mentioned, some poles with rope and then helped you onto his back while you carried the bag with all kinds of blankets you may have nicked from people that no longer needed them, aka. from now very dead Survivors that tried to get a hit on you first while you were in a terrible mood. Said bag included a big camping mattress that you brought with you on your trip. It wasn't the thickest but it kept surprisingly warm on wet and or cold ground.

"You think this will hold?" Aitor fixed the last corner of the tarp, slightly questioning your way of building it, but still quickly hurrying to slide under it and onto the mattress with you when he felt the rain start catching onto his thin everyday clothes. "Yes, i never build a cover on a literal container before, but it should hold. Even during this storm. "

A new lightning strike lit up the dark sky, the moans of the infected far more audible without a real "wall" parting you two from them. But you're high enough to be safe from their hungry grasps, but not too high to become the unfortunate targets of any smiting that may happen tonight. One time was painful enough and Aitor would not survive one at all, you were 100% sure about it.

"Fuck, you're bloody shivering, you really still want to stay up here?" His concern was again on you, passively watching you pull him closer to your indeed shivering form, while still making sure you didn't put too much pressure on your hurt hip. "Of course, now that we're up here, why leave? But please come under the covers with me, warm me up with your hot ass body?"

Aitor didn't need to be asked twice, cursing at the biting cold, pulling you as close as possible in a spooning position. The mountains of colorful blankets thankfully fit under the tarp's area of coverage, not soaking up any unwanted cold rainwater, a special, fuzzy one in lime green being your first layer of choice as you toyed with the long, soft and puffy bundles of fabric. It had been a while since you two last managed to truly cherish each other's warmth that much in such a special set up, feeling the other's calm heartbeat.

Though, you had to agree, most couples never even knew what it meant to be this close with one another, their highest level affection ending with your and Aitor's basic everyday things, nowadays at least. It probably was much different back when people cared less about their own personal survival for the next day. How often you had seen the corpses of abandoned children, women and men...just because the other was too afraid for their own lives to wake them up, uncaring and often not even spending a moment of thought for their "loved ones".

Or the letters. Of women or men waiting for their partners to return, only to sadly be mistaken, starving to their deaths because they believed more into said love than the other.

These findings were the worst that you found on you expeditions as a former runner and now part of the military tasked with cleaning the areas outside of the walls for future expansion. Them and those rare exceptions that told you that love didn't die out with the rest of the bigger population during the events of The Fall. Couples, intertwined in now rotting beds, holding hands while their skeletons still partially "sat" on edges of buildings or cliffsides, embracing each other until they lost their last bits of strength...wanting to spend their even their last moments together.

You made sure everyone of the people you found managed to get a rightful burial, feeling like they deserve a good rest after standing through these times with a heart beating strongly...until they of course didn't.

"What are you thinking about? You seem a bit lost in thought, i hope it's something positive?"

You nod, turning around to face your partner, realizing you accidentally laid on your fractured hip, grimacing at the stinging it gave you, "Just remembered some things from my work in Seneux. Rough times, the things you tend to see..." He nods, understanding you, knowing you didn't want to talk about most of them, at least not yet. Someday you'd tell him..

Although you highly expected either Charles or Peterson to gossip like little girls the second they manage to break the ice with Aitor. He'd have so much to listen to, he would regret wanting to hear them all. Mostly though, you had video proof of missions, due to protocol. It was probably days of material just because you and the others regularly forgot or "forgot" to stop recording afterwards and it captured footage of you during free time or training, be it for yourself or you giving some to your recruits.

"Your hip hurt?" You simply nod at his question, pulling yourself back to him, wrapping your arms around his big neck to plant a few gentle pecks onto his pout from his question, not wanting to end this kinda nice event of interaction just because your stupid ass hip needed to act up now. You had been through worse.

"Make... love to me...please?" You request in-between of a particular passionate kiss, his already tight grip on your bottom getting even more evident at your blunt words and timid 'please', his blue eyes looking for yours in the darkness of your "love nest", wondering if either the nightmare or the cold gave your head some short-circuiting. "What if someone hears us?!", Normally you would understand his concern, but you wanted to feel him close to you, the closest he could be to you.

You wanted to forget his touch, real or not, you needed Aitor's familiar hands on your body to remind you that nothing that you saw was real, that he was the only one who got to touch you in such a way. "Let them hear. I don't care. Let them hear just how much i love you, what they are missing..." You meant the women that made fun of Aitor for something you didn't see, ever. If there was something that made women jealous, it was hearing another woman be pleasured more than they are or ever have been.

"I'm still a lieuten— oh fuck!" With half-lidded eyes, you pout at him, using a free hand to gently brush over his still covered big bulge. He wasn't soft, you were sure of that, maybe he even thought about this possibility before you opened your needy mouth? "You feel pretty ready for being so against the idea, Lieutenant."

He shakes softly against your daring touch, sighing out at your barely there fingers, "Good, you win. Fuck...i need you, my little girl...". You only wore one of his massive t-shirts and some underwear since you didn't want to waste too much time with dressing up just to watch the Weather. Aitor put on some grey joggers and a t-shirt as well, so both of you quickly managed to get undressed again, or you at least.

The thunderstorm was pushed out of the picture, only becoming background noise as he made sure the covers went over you two fully, leaving you in the cosy dark of your combined scents and warmth, some lightning occasionally pushing light through the many layers of blankets.

Aitor didn't start with his commonly needy touches right away, instead he carefully brushed across the left side of your face. The lone feeling of knowing there was no other woman, or general person that received his gentle caress and this type of affection, it was often enough to drive you mad for this man.

You had what no other had.

"Have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asks under his breath as you feel his thumb circle some scars on your own face, particularly the one across your left eye, it almost made you pay with your sight on said eye but a doctor could save it from an infection. Now an every once in a while aching scar is all that remains, even the person that caused it had long been taken care of.

"Well, you tend to mention it..." You mumble back with a joking tone to your words. He reminded you of 'his view on your appearance' at least once every two days, usually pulling you away from a mission, be it in person or via radio. Whenever he could do it in person, he pushed you up against any solid object he could find, towering over you as he gave you a heated kiss. And he made it so hard for you to pull away afterwards, to leave him to do his own job instead of jumping him right then and there.

But usually you could show him your love afterwards anyways, whenever you managed to share the same bed at that day. Or evening.

His sudden kiss pulled you back to reality, now also getting the tingling sensation of his still a bit cold hands venturing the familiar hills and valleys of your body, taking one of your breasts into his hands. While your hands could never fully cup them, his are basically made for them. Soft yet firm, they were always sensitive to his or even your own touch.

His other one kept your face steady as he deepened the kisses, biting at your bottom lip, your sighs drawn out at his gentle but more than obvious hungry touch. No matter his age, he had the same high sex drive, the same lust and need for it as a man your own age. It often gave you the theory of it coming from his loveless marriage, but you never wanted to interrogate him about it, it was something he had to start talking about himself.

Before long, your tongue and his explored each other's mouths, trading dominance every once in a while. He tasted of the tea you luckily found for him some days ago, even now — hours after he drank some — having left a familiar hint of it on his tongue. Being a big tea lover as well, you decided to try the liquid that came out of the most likely ages old leaves as well...

You cared too much for your man's feelings to tell him the tea tasted like brown water, especially after you saw his happiness once you showed him your initial find. It must've been so long since he last had actual tea, that he may even forgot what good tea tastes like. Knowing Villedor's Standards, or what was left of it, you couldn't question it either. But he would definitely get shocked once he sees the literal coffee and tea shops back in Seneux.

You couldn't wait to capture his expression to them and the rest of the region via Phone.

While he tastes of (bad) black tea, there was the chance that you shared your lunch with him, MRE rations that you somehow forgot at the lowest parts of your seemingly never ending Backpack. You remember it being something close to Tomato Soup...maybe Vegetable Soup.

Gentle suction on your tongue made you forget the stupid train of thought, letting your hands wander aimlessly across his strong back, feeling him flex at your light but to him still magical touch. Your other free hand brushed through his short black hair, aiming to mess it up a bit after he forgot to wash it before you went to bed. Not like showers are a regular in Villedor anyways. But luckily, you get a bit numb to certain people's odors after a few days...god, you missed your fucking bathtub and shower.

"You feel so amazing, even like this..." You whisper tenderly against his lips, equally as swollen as yours after you turned it into a more rough make out session, sensing his eyes on your lips, even in the darkness. "Can only agree on that, i just can't get enough of you..." He returns, lust evident even further in his words as he suddenly abandoned you by getting down to your thighs' height. He continues his kisses without a warning, but now dangerously close to your wet center.

The way he worked you, it wouldn't take long for him to find you already dripping at the bare minimums of his touch.

He grabs at your meaty, soft thighs, parting them just the slightest to not cause you any pain with your hip fracture, tightening it at once as he felt you moan at his "innocent" kiss against your mound. No comment slipped past his busy lips as he furthered his exploration, one his lips went on often. You never made him do it and very rarely openly asked him when you had sex, he usually got that idea himself, only getting himself harder with your wound up whimpers at the end of him toying around with your hypersensitive area.

It brought him just so much dirty joy seeing you getting wound up and beg in his tight grasp, be it now because of his cock or his tongue and mouth.

To him, it was a sign of control. And people rarely got to control you in particular. But he always did. Only for him you're the submissive one, the bunny to the big strong wolf. His biggest turn on was watching you struggle, your lewd — and for some unimaginable, if they thought about you — expressions, your screams, cries and mewls of ecstasy when he simply first stretched you out to filling you up with his load.

"Oh yes! Right there! Ahhh Aitorrrr!" You whine, placing your hands on his head in a natural refkex as his quite sensual kisses quickly turned into a starving man eating his first meal in days, his tongue reaching places his cock usually didn't reach due to being just much less flexible.

Hearing his name being almost sung out by your high pitched whines, he couldn't hold back a grin against your drenched outer and inner lips, "What would you rather want? I'll eat you out till you cum all over my face like my dirty little girl always does or i can fuck you right now, make you forget your own mother's name?"

Already being in another place with your brain, you can only nod but trying pull him up to yourself told him enough about your decision. Oh how you wanted him, wanted to feel him...forget your former horrid encounter with Waltz in your nightmare.

"I need you..." You begged, kissing him at once when he was near your face, tasting no longer the tea but just your own lust as he began pulling down his bothering pants. The surroundings, the thunderstorm...in some weird way it accelerated your heart beat. Like whenever you became enraged, but you quite obviously weren't. It was the entire opposite.

It felt electrifying, every nerve ending in your body reacting to his touch and you felt like burning up as you realize he was about to enter you already. His size was no problem for once, both of you equally surprised at the rare occasion. Your own didn't last long though, as he bottomed out from the very beginning, striking your spongy weak spot near your womb's entrance. The loud, obscene mewls and whimpers that came in return, made Aitor hesitate about how he could shut you up.

Yet at the same time...he lived for your voice, how it shattered into curses and whimpers when he was working you. Oh these delicious tones your throat was able to produce if he just hit the right spot or even just touched you on the very peculiar days. To him, it was simply a sign that you have never gotten to feel such "bliss" before him. Should he feel proud? Or worried?

"Ohhhh~ So gooddd! Daddy...yes~!" You pant, holding onto him tightly as he went a different route than usually, rough, yes, but also slower and more loving, although he was always loving when you had sex, absolutely always. And then he heard this very specific nickname reserved definitely just for him and only him. It made his plan of treating you right for once just so much harder and while it wasn't like you didn't want him to basically break you in two very happy pieces every time you fucked, he heard your words. Make Love to you. In his eyes and apparently yours too, it meant something else. Passion, as if it wasn't already a big part in your "get-together"s, is supposed to be the biggest feeling in this.

As odd as it might have sounded but Aitor wouldn't even care tonight if he came. His only goal was to make you happy.

Yet, what he didn't know was that you're only feeling really happy afterwards if you both came, feeling his sweaty and well-trained body trying to not crush you after he spent himself inside of you. Real bliss for you was him feeling any kind of positive instead of negative. So you two might've had a problem.

It became incredibly hot beneath the blankets with you two panting and moaning unbothered by any possible eavesdropper. He thrusted back in and out of your wet cunt, hiding his red from heat face in the crook of your neck, the cold metal of his dog tags resting on your chest, probably tangled with your own like always. His hot breath hit against your shoulder while you shook against his iron-grip on your hips, his hands placed higher than usually, mouth agape at the seemingly unending pleasure. "Fuck...i love you...i really really do...oh...oh god!" You cry, fingernails digging into his back as he sharply pounds into you, hitting the dead end of your walls, knowing how to reach it in almost any position by now.

His hands seek your chest, fondling them along side, drinking up your oh so vulnerable sounding cries of lust. Anybody who didn't know you any better would think you're an absolute whore, a needy little girl for her older boyfriend. They wouldn't know what hid under that facade until it was too late and she sunk her axe into their heads, her true instinct, one of a cold hearted soldier, burning in her grass green, too innocent looking, eyes.

Did he tame a beast unknowingly?

Or did he just hope he did, for the reckless beast's sake?

One hand left to grab her healthy hip again, steadying himself as he felt himself lose to his need and quickly closing in on his climax. "I love you as well, you're my...little girl after all?"

Every hard, unrelenting, but surprisingly controlled thrust made you think he was going to breach your inner center, straight up fuck a baby into you uterus. That he was actually going to rearrange your insides and you would've let him do so with tears and a fucked-stupid smile. Today though, that wasn't his plan, it just became so natural to him to try and let you feel more incredible and small every time that he forgot that you wanted him to gently fuck you.

There are always other days were you two could try not to get yourself sore and to a point of bleeding with bruises from his grip whenever he forgets that he held onto you. Today is a fair middle. No bleeding. No bruises. But also barely gentle.

If your hip wouldn't have been fucked up right now, he would've kneeled over you, picked you up by them and made sure to make you see stars even during the thunderstorm. Seeing you slowly begin to drool onto the camping mattress, your head falling limply to the side with your tongue hanging out, it assured him that you felt fully satisfied. Your words came out jumbled and slurred, his proud smile only growing at the sight. So beautiful, mesmerizing even, no especially with drool seeping from your wide open mouth as you loudly and definitely pathetically cried out the only words you managed to form normally, his name and curses with begs of wanting him to continue, to empty himself inside of you again.

You must be totally ruined for basically any other man at this point, physically and emotionally. Aitor always thought he was quite humble, a rare personality trait for a huge part of Peacekeepers, but seeing himself pride himself with marking the little girl sent from Seneux, one that apparently never fell in love before or anything else, taking your love and so very sweet adoration for himself made him feel unchallenged some days. The simple, domestic feeling of knowing he could see you at the end of his workday. It made his day, made him feel so happy already on its own.

"Aitor! I'm...Ngh...oh god~" just as you reminded him, not quietly too, he has to bite back his own groans. But it grew unbearable, moaning deeply as he reached his own high. His member twitched inside of your slick and welcoming walls as he buried his still very fertile seed deeply inside of you. He hisses at your nails digging into his skin, feeling them drag across his broader back as you shout out in ecstasy. You came almost on time, his hot load coating probably even your inner entrance shooting you off the rails as your walls contract against him.

You both bury your faces in the necks of the other, your ragged breathes reminding you that you, in fact, aren't dead. The sting in you left hip returning also reminded you. "Shit...i thought you said 'make love to me' not 'make me drool all over you' ??" Aitor asks, out of breath but recovering as you blush at his blunt statement, choosing to hug him closer to your sticky chest and rest of your body instead of trying to defend yourself. It's not like it was your fault, he chose to rail you like that.

"But i get it, love. You wanted to...forget. The nightmare, i mean. His filthy hands, if he ever really laid a hand on you in that way or another, nothing will hold me back. It wouldn't end like in the tunnel back then..." He felt guilty for your nightmare, something that wasn't even in his hands to control. Silent, not wanting to strain your sore throat immediately again, you nod but also brush your hand against his hot cheek. The slight stubble tickled your hand and you smile up to him.

He understood your silence, having begun to read even your expressions like a book. One of his favorite books, in that case. The other one was reading your occasional "grunts" whenever you felt too busy or bothered to use normal human language with him or anyone else in that matter. Fortunately you rarely do that.

Using his left over strength, he switched positions with you, making sure to keep you plugged up with his now softer but still big cock since he knew you would be all pouty and "mad" if he already let you feel "empty" again. The air under the covers got just too stuffy now to keep it entirely over your heads and he pulled it down just enough to be able to breath normally again with you, so at his shoulders and about half your head. The thunderstorm was still going very strong, not giving any signs of stopping.

Would you two even be able of getting back down to your bed like this? Low chances, even his legs felt shaky after what you two just did.

He felt your eyes on him and switched from looking at the cloudy night sky to your slightly dazed green eyes instead, "Yeah?" Aitor asked innocently since it seemed like you had a specific look to your glances, "Have i ever told YOU that you're the most handsome man in my life? No one can compare to you in my eyes."

A smile rose to your lips as you see him blush, eyes wide from your words, "Babe? Are you blushing?" You now turn to ask, seeing the warm shade tipping his ears as he was frozen in place, "N-no. I don't...blush." as hesitant as his answer was, as weak was his defense against your 'accusation' of blushing.

"Did i make the ever-stoic, strong, capable and excellent Lieutenant of the Peacekeepers blush??" You continue, edging your body closer to his face, subconsciously making sure your lower half was still plugged and warmed internally, "No... it's... it's the cold."

Audibly you 'hmm' into his face, using your index finger to trace his mentioned blush, mainly sticking out by being hot as hell even during this kind of weather.

He just thought he escaped your clutches as you continue, "The cold. Yes. Of course. You want to stay with that? Not the fact that it was me calling out your incredibly handsome and manly features?"

"N-no!" With your words leaving your mouth, you could only feel his face warm up even further, his voice cracking through his quite obvious lie. His shocked face made you want to kiss him so badly, that you just simply did, roughly and full of your desire that was left over from when he made love to you.

The times are rare that you could fully appreciate his presence, surprisingly many people want your help while you're still here and readily available, especially now after your almost "stuff of Legends" kinda story of you climbing and surviving the Volatile's Nest in the VNC Tower on your very own, even returning like some mythological fire bird after everyone feared you died, to help not only yourself but the entirety of Villedor. The only thing keeping you from running around all day and night, unfortunately barely letting your PK boyfriend reach a glimpse of you during that, is your fucked up hip. It just had to be your hip...

Your plans were to minimize the amount of missions you take, make Aiden take some of the more lengthy ones to relax more until Seneux finally gave you the day they could come over to "rescue" you. And of course Aiden, Hakon and the PK that openly asked you of possibly doing "an exchange job" over at Seneux to maybe learn more techniques or to better their overall strength at the training camps your region had. One of them was Aitor, with his kids of course and his men Hepper, Brooks and Jackson.

After you parted from your kiss, his touch lingering on on yours, you sigh relaxed, resting your head back on his broader shoulders. His hands went through your still a bit messy hair as he turns to watch the lightning course through the clouds and listening to the mix of heavy raindrops on the tarp and on the metal of the container your 'nest' is located on. You both knew even without words that the other was happy and satisfied, no need for questions of confirmation. Sometimes though, he did ask them, just so you didn't silently stare at each other with your fucked out expressions, only for you to shut him up with yet another kiss.

Just about an hour and a half ago, you felt miserable and partially traumatized from your vivid nightmare, but now you had basically forgotten it already, knowing it wasn't real in the end so you could plan your departure from Villedor and your next steps in finding Waltz and truly defeating him. To change your nightmare's grotesque story.

"Thank you..." You mumble against his warm skin, one free hand brushing through his short black hair, like he was currently doing with yours as well, your other hand resting on his shoulder next to your head. "For what?" He asks confused, finding comfort in your presence as well, "For being at my side. No matter how stupid my problems sometimes are..."

His hand stops for a moment, registering your words as his eyebrows furrowed, "What's that supposed to mean? Your problems aren't stupid. They are important, just like mine or the kids' for example... Casey, you had a horrible nightmare and i couldn't have possibly left you to deal with it on your own."

He could've. You already had nightmares before you met him.

"Aitor, i had nightmares like these since i can remember, that being surprisingly age 4 to 5, then mostly blank and then again from 7 to today." Waltz had tested on you when you were about 6 or 7, you could be sure about that. You remember bits and blurry pieces of it, but until recently never enough to piece together that you're truly one of the GRE Kids that got tested on. "And i had to deal with them myself before you entered my life. It became a fight against my emotions, i cast them out, learnt not to cry."

Until of course Aitor became such a quick and way too important part of your actually tiny universe. He acknowledged you, for who you are, not for the riot gear wearing soldier you trained to become. It's what laid underneath.

The scared girl that only looked for the right person to walk her side in life.

"But you...you being with me...not only have i found a way to deal with nightmares on a more healthy way, most of the time, but they have been much less frequent than in the past..."

He was an anchor to reality for you, kept you calm and collected in a heated moment but didn't hold you back when he knew himself that you're in the right.

In the distance, you two could hear the infected continue to groan and moan, forever trapped with their insatiable hunger for humans. It wouldn't just help the living if you killed them. It would also free those that turned and never died in true peace.

"You don't know how unimaginable that sounds to me, that i could ever ease the fears of yours... that you even got fears. People always only see how we look on the outside, think that I'm the one protecting you." Aitor saw those looks too then, people who didn't know would worry about someone your size being out all on their own, others are surprised to see Aitor, tall and strong as he was, look for you when he needed advice on a plan or actual physical power.

"But it's the other way around, is it not?"

In his eyes, you could see he tried not to let these 'superficial' feelings get to him, the feeling of not being the actual man in this relationship. You understand his fear. Fear of being the weaker part of you two, he wants to be your real protector, to no longer hear you use it as a mere nickname for him. To him it didn't matter if you said he already protects you. He thought he was incredibly weak next to what you're capable of and whenever you woke up at night, you sometimes caught him wide awake, staring against whatever roof you had over your heads that night.

And you knew it was his worry eating him alive, stealing his quite important sleep.

"Aitor i...no...you aren't weak! You can't measure that with me, whatever i am is not...not a normal human. My strength wouldn't be the same without the shit i got injected as a fucking kid." What you are... was nothing good, nothing to be proud of. You couldn't control it, didn't know where it would stop when targeting your enemies. You don't want to fathom what happens if this evil wins over you...what if it becomes unstoppable, it's rage breaking down everything you've build up after The Fall?!

He didn't fully know how you struggled every time it broke out of you, only able to see your physical struggle trying to stay up straight at your cramping, overachieving muscles and nerves. And he didn't need to, you couldn't possibly put even more worry onto his back.

"I... " he begins, playing with one of your hair's strands that usually fell into you face even if you put them into a ponytail, "I just don't want to be so weak next to you. I want to actively be able to stand next to you in battle, even if your rage begins to take over."

What he asked of you... would be suicidal, as said, you didn't know if your rage may ever target him as well just because he was too close. With this cursed strength, you probably can never fight side by side with your squad ever again either...you'd have to abandon your team for their sake.

"Please. Casey. Maybe if you...maybe if you train me? Once we're Seneux?"

His request seemed so simple, you have been taught how to lead training sessions, did many before you departed for Villedor. You had been a force to be reckoned with before you even uncovered the true reason for it, having been a quick and determined learner all your life, pair that with high "natural" strength and your father believed he had found the Security System Branch's Future. Now you're supposed to train the new Recruits with the best physical fitness, the same way you taught yourself and still train to this day.

But Aitor? You don't know if you even had the heart to throw him through your training...

"I...i can try."

Both of you talked for about an hour, enjoying the cuddling until the mattress became uncomfortable enough for Aitor to decide to carry you back down to your shared bed, leaving the makeshift little camp up on the Ship's containers to take down tomorrow morning when the rain hopefully stopped.

Your nightmare had been long forgotten, already a distant memory thanks to his commitment to take your mind off of it. His worry left as well once he noticed your just so much calmer state, be it because of him "making love" to you or because he talked with you about basically anything that came to his tired, post-climax brain.

He cleaned you up a bit with a rag so neither of you got uncomfortably sticky at the rest of your night's sleep before you went to bed. Instinctively, you clinged to his upper body from the side, humming satisfied and at ease once more. Especially once his left arm went over you to keep you close even after you fell asleep, you really felt safe.

He didn't know just how much he protects you on almost a daily basis. You didn't need physical protection — or that at least what you like to think — but instead emotional or mental protection, be it from yourself or your inner demons that haunt you ever since they have been testing on you.

He is your incredibly strong, capable and loving protector — no matter how — and you will make sure he learns that fact someday.

But for now, you needed to get back to Seneux first...

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#dying light 2 aitor #aitor x reader #aitor dying light 2 #dying light 2 #dying light 2 aitor x reader #aitor x oc #dying light stay human #dying light 2 stay human #dying light 2 aitor x oc #10 #aitor

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septicstories · 3 years

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Big Life in a Small Town (Part 1)

A/N: This is based on the song "Santa Fe (Prologue)" from the Newsies musical! It's not based on the plot of the musical. The song will be altered a tad, but not too much! In the next part though, I'll have to do some edits. But for now, you've got this... mess? I dunno, I'm writing this before it's done. This is post-X-men Apocalypse, so Peter is in his late 20's.

Genre: Bittersweet fluff

Warnings: alcohol, drinking, mentions of broken limbs, daddy issues, no beta reader, minimal editing

Word count: 1.3k (1,385 words)

The X-mansion was quiet, the cool midnight air only changing currents occasionally when a silver blur sprinted around.

Pietro had his younger brother in his arms, running around. Peter injured his leg a while ago, stuck on crutches. ANd it was killing the young speedster.

And Pietro noticed.

So he scooped his younger brother up out of his room, running him around the mansion's vast yard until he smiled. That's when he brought him up to one of the rooftop balconies of the mansion.

The two siblings weren't the only ones in their family who lived in the mansion. Pietro's twin, Wanda, was fast asleep, her room near the balcony.

Pietro, as immature as he may seem, was wise beyond his years. He'd seen more things than he ever would have wanted to for a 35-year-old man. Hell, anyone would be unsettled when you find your mother died of sickness, and your father was out of the picture when your younger brother was born a few years after.

Pietro and Peter sat on the balcony, a case of beer between the two, a sudden scoff came from the older speedster.

"What's up, you alright?" Peter asked, looking at his brother.

Pietro's eyes were glued to the ground below them, a sour expression on his face.

"Those streets down there," Pietro began, a dry laugh leaving his lips. "They sucked the life right out of our old man. Well, they aren't doing that to me."

Peter pursed his lips, watching as his older brother took a swig of his beer.

Pietro has always hated staying in one place for too long. The mansion hadn't really ever been his favorite place. Staying at their aunt's house in D.C. was something he looked forward to every summer. But, even then, he could only stay there for a few days before needing to go somewhere else. Not just from his need to move, but the U.S. government still wasn't absolutely fond of mutants.

"But everyone wants to come to New York," Peter let out a small chuckle. To an outsider, it'd sound like he was in disbelief, but he understood how Pietro felt.

Staying in one place was hard. But Peter also managed to make himself a family here at the mansion as he grew up. He met the ever-sweet Jean Grey when he was 20 years old. The poor girl had some trauma that no one but Chuck knew about. He got to meet Hank, and Raven, and all of the other younger kids. He thought of them all as his younger siblings.

He couldn't leave.

"You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town."

Pietro's words snapped Peter out of his thoughts, looking to his older brother. Pietro's eyes had lifted from the ground, looking up to the sky.

"They say folks are dying to get here."

"What about you, Piet?"

"Me? I'm dying to get away... to a little town out west that's spankin' new," Pietro said with a grin. "And while I've never been there, I can see it clear as day! If you want, I bet you, you could see it, too.

Peter has always had a particular question on his mind, that he always knew the answer to.

Then why haven't you gone? What's stopping you?

But, as always, Peter kept his mouth shut. He didn't want Wanda and Pietro to leave, as dumb as it may be. They were the only family he had left. Well, that he knew of and that knew of him.

Erik was another person he'd address when he had the courage.

But not...

Not now.

"Close your eyes."

Peter looked at his brother again, who was staring back at him. Honestly, he was waiting for his brother to snap in his face and use what became his favorite phrase after a few movie nights: "Hello, McFly?"

"Come with me, where it's clean and green and pretty, and they went and made a city out of clay."

Clay? A city out of clay? That sounds... odd. Peter hasn't stayed too long in other parts of the world, opting to stick to the Northeast area of the U.S. Occasionally, he'll go further South or a little bit further West. But never past Kansas.

"Why, the minute that you get there, folks will walk right up and say, 'Welcome home, son. Welcome home to Santa Fe!'"

Being called son was something the Maximoff boys wanted more than they would ever elude to. Their father? Out of the picture for the most part, up until they realized he was a terrorist. And he didn't even know about Peter.

Of course, the townsfolk of Santa Fe may not call you "son" as soon as you land on the premise. But, two bastard sons can dream, can't they?

"Planting crops. Splitting rails. Swapping tales around the fire," Pietro's grin grew as he spoke. He really thought about this a lot, didn't he? "Except for Sunday when you lie around all day."

Peter didn't know how much Pietro truly thought about leaving. Pietro's mind was full of places to go and see, places where he could take his family and live without having to deal with attacks from the U.S. government.

Santa Fe was where they'd go next in the U.S., but Sokovia was certainly the next best option. The U.S. government wouldn't come looking for them in Sokovia.

Right?

"Soon your friends are more like family, and they're begging you to stay! Isn't that neat?" Pietro asked as Peter took a large sip from his beer. "Living sweet in Santa Fe."

Pietro trailed off, almost in a dream-like state, making Peter flinch. He really fucking wanted out, huh?

"Hey, no one worries about a bad leg in Santa Fe. You just hop on a palomino, you'll ride in style!" Pietro joked, knocking his shoulder into his brother's.

"Feature me, ridin' in style," Peter giggled, taking a swig of his beer again.

"Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!"

"Santa Fe," Peter and Pietro mumbled in unison, one happy and the other more tired. "You can bet, we won't let those bastards beat us. We won't beg anyone to treat us fair and square. There's a life that's worth the living, and I'm gonna do my share."

"Work the land, chase the sun." Pietro ran his hands through his hair, standing up.

"Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!" Pietro and Peter shouted together. The two had massive grins spreading across their faces, just happy to see the other smiling.

"Watch me stand!" Peter stood up quickly, only to feel a sharp pain jolt through his bad leg. His hands flew to the balcony railing, gripping it tightly as he let out a choked noise of pain.

"Watch me run..."

Pietro frowned when he saw his brother's grimace, watching Peter set himself down into a sitting position. The poor kid was gritting his teeth and sucking in harsh breaths as he set himself down.

"Hey, hey..." Pietro began softly, sitting down beside his brother before slapping a hand on his shoulder. "Don't you know that we're a family?"

Peter's eyes met Pietro's, painting over his grimace with a weak grin. "Yeah, b--"

"Would I let you down?" Pietro asked.

Peter let out a weak laugh as his brother continued.

"No way. Just hold on, kid, until that train makes Santa Fe."

The younger speedster let out a yawn, leaning his head on his brother's shoulder.

"Let's get you to bed, okay?" Pietro said, only getting a nod from Peter.

Pietro scooped his younger brother up in his arms, speeding through the mansion into Peter's room before setting him down.

"Good night, Peter."

"Good night, Pietro."

Pietro sped out of Peter's room, only to be stopped when he passed Wanda's room. His sleepy twin gave him a look, one that he didn't see often, and it concerned him.

"Pietro, we're being called to Sokovia," Wanda whispered sleepily.

"What? Why? All three of us?"

"No. Peter needs to stay here. He's got a broken leg, Pietro. Just you and I."

Pietro took in a quick breath before nodding.

"When do we leave?"

"... you didn't see that coming..."

A/N: Haha, cliffhangers are fun, ain't they? Okay, but, here's what you have for now! The other one is already in my drafts, and I've got plans for that! So, I'll get all that shit out, and we'll be good! I've got so much shit in my drafts, holy shit. Okay, uh... I don't have much to say, so thank you for reading! I don't necessarily have a tag list for this sort of stuff, so if you want to be on a tag list, let me know! And please let me know if you find a typo or something that doesn't make sense. Like I said, there's minimal editing.

#septic's stories #quicksilver #pietro maximoff #peter maximoff #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #marvel fanfiction #x-men fanfiction #marvel #x-men

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yandere-wishes · 5 years

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Eight Tries //Obey Me Yandere! Asmodeus x reader //

Thank you so so much for this wonderful prompt @feedmestraycats. Icon made by the lovly @bbelphie!

TW: attempted suicide, mention of rape/noncon, gore, murder, cheating

This was getting old, he still wasn't home and there was no point in pretending that he was just running late. No, you knew that your husband was not coming back home tonight, maybe if you were lucky you would find him passed out on the couch sometime in the late afternoon once you returned from the marketplace.

There was no reason to spend the dreary and dull night alone. If that spoiled hero you called a husband could be spending such a gorgeous night, out with some prostitute from the slums then you could also be having some naughty fun~

--To call your current like a nightmare was an understatement. People awake from nightmares, they could open their eyes and be back in the safety of their warm beds, next to the person they loved. But the second your eyes opened you entered a hell on earth, there wasn't any escape, no freedom...and the worst part was that there was not a single soul to comfort you--

Five red candles set in a circle each one a blase with a tiny passionate flame. Two twigs inserted parallel to one another, caging in the dried corpse of a scorpion. Next is the demon's sacred seal written in the summoner's blood, elegantly and delicately. Sprinkle it with salt and state the ungodly words. "Oh, great Asmodeus lord of love, aviator of lust, I become thee come forth to me, I offer you my body and soul"

--You had been born to a noble family in a small and rather poor town. Despite the town economical standpoint, the natives were tremendously kind and neighborly. Everyone shared whatever little of anything they may have had. Your family, in particular, was the most charitable. Giving and giving as much as humanly possible. When it came time for you to chose a husband, your father requested you marry someone from the town, someone you truly loved disregarding how poor or wealthy they may be. Marry for love he insisted but keep it in the family. Regardless to say that's what you did. You found a man and fell in love, married a month later in a joyous celebration in which the whole town had been invited to....but then HE came along--

The circle in front of you puffed with a cloud of thick pink smoke. It invaded your sense, plunging into your mind and sending waves of ecstasy. It was a rush pure lust was infected into your entire body...

but then it stopped, neglecting your corpse and leaving you you confused and sweaty. It was in that eerie moment that the demon decided to manifest himself. He stood tall in all his glory, petite bat wings spread out. If it weren't for the dark shadow and uncharacteristic bitter frown spread thinly across his face, he would have looked as beautiful and perfect as the first miserable night you played eyes on him.

--In the dead of night Asmodeus had murdered your husband in clod blood. He had made you watch as he shredded your lover's corps leaving only a messy pile of blood and organs on the bed. But that had not been enough for the lord of lust. On that same blood-soaked bed he had defiled you, raped you and stolen what was meant for the man who's blood you now laid in, a weeping mess reeking of that demon's stench. Your parents had found you the following day. They were sent into an accentuated frenzy. How could such a horrifying thing happen? By the following year, you'd been wed again, only for Asmodeus to return on the night of your marriage and decimate your new husband. By the fourth accurations, the townsfolk had deemed you cursed, at first they tried all that they could to save you from this dreadful beast. But all too soon it had turned into a competition. "Who could marry the nobleman's daughter and survive the next day." Desperate to wed you off your parents accepted any challenger who arrived....and each was dead by the morning of your marriage. By the sixth time, the townsfolk had already tried to kill you on multiple occasions. The sweet and caring town you knew had been annihilated replaced by this bitter, angry village of unkind and untrusting residents. And Asmodeus? Well, he'd made a game out of this, each time he'd find a new grisly way to slaughter your new husband and a new repugnant way to rape you. By the seventh husband, you'd already attempted four suicides. All resulting in fallierur, by some black miracle that dreadful demon was always able to save you and keep you alive. All hope was lost or so it seemed.--

"He's out again..." Was there any need to explain why you'd summons him. Over the last two years since your wedding to the "hero", these summonings had been almost routine.

"Of course he is darling~ did you really think you were enough to satisfy him? hm?"

The words stabbed your heart like a million needles at once, the reality was all too fragile and could come crumbling down at any given time. You had never been enough, this was a well-known fact at this point. You had never been enough for your lovers, parents or town's people and now you weren't even enough for your own husband, the man that had saved you from all your miseries.

"Love, he's a hero. Hero's don't settle down and live domestic lives with their loved ones and children. They need the torture of missions and anguish of journeys to feel alive. When they leave it all behind they wind up as hollow husks filling out the rest of their existence with alcohol and street women."

--After having prayed to God for too many days and nights to count, he's finally sent you a hero. Tobias was sent to vanquish the demon Asmodeus and merry you as a reward. At the time you'd all thought he had succeeded, that the avatar of lust was really dead. The thought had brought you joyous days and depressing nights. A part of you was beyond thankful that he was finally gone. The other half missed and longed for his lips on yours, for his hands brushing against your skin, the feel of his honey-colored lock tangled in between your fingers. You missed your tormentor...

At first, you and Tobias had been like any young couple so in love to notice the conflict of the world around you, so in love to disregard each other's sharp edges. So in love, until you were no longer. The first year had been sweet and peacful, every day was a harmonious dream...but then Tobias started coming home late, neglecting your presence. Some nights he wouldn't return at all and you'd run into town finding him in some pub drunk and with some random woman clinging to him. You spent those nights crying yourself into fitful revolting dreams of happiness and death. The old pre-suicidal habits had returned. One night the blade slipped and slashed a vain to deep, mentally exhausted you simply laid there waiting for the blood to run out. That's when you saw him again. Over the years he hadn't changed one bit, flirty smile and reddish-yellow eyes still playful and dark. He'd brought you back again and stayed with you until morning. The occurrence repeated it's self like clockwork until one night it was no longer dying and talking but summoning and...more. It felt right to feel him all over you again. His toxic presence made you feel complete, filling up holes in your soul.--

Asmodeus stalked closer, arms slinging in that all too causal way. You didn't dare take a step back, having played this game enough times to know every result before it even sprouted.

"(Y/N) why won't you listen to me! How dense do you have to be to repeat the same mistake eight times! Eight freaking times before it dawns on you that you are wrong! You will always be wrong! No worthless human or "holy hero" can ever love you as I do. I'm the only one. I'll always be the only one!"

Your brain screamed that he was wrong, that you could have had a prouspoures, dazzling life had he not killed your first husband or second or even third. Ir was his fault that your beloved town had been plagued with riots and corruption. He taught your people to sin, to ignore the words of God and his angels! Yet your cracked heart knew that he was right, no man would ever love you again... hey all married you for some selfish obligation or another. And Tobias....Tobias was the worst of all. He was forced to marry you by the holy on. Thrust into a loveless marriage with the suicidal "beauty" he was forced to save. Why couldn't God have just killed you all those years ago? Given the poor "Miss wanna die" her sole wish. He was right, this MONSTER was had always been right! No one loved you. You were less than the rubble under people's feet. Even noble god had turned his back on you...but he, this evil demon...Asmodeus had always come back for you. Hw stole your innocence, your purity, your life! your destiny was forever ruled by him. Maybe that's what you were so constantly in pain and isolation. You were trying to outrun your furutre. Why? What was the point of escaping your inevitable faith? Let it go, submit, your miserable life would finally become less of a burden. Give up, hand over the crumpled misery you called life to Asmodeus, let him take over. It would all finally be over. No more pain, loneliness, the misery would come to a sweet end!

In a daring, insanity driven moment you lunged yourself forward gripping Asmodeus' toned shoulders with all your strenghth. Fingernails digging deeper and deeper into his creamy skin. Crashing your lips onto his, trying to let the kiss speak for you. Begging he would comprehend your actions, praying he would accept your submission. In no time he took over, dominating the kiss, slipping his wet muscle into your mouth. Running his larger hands to your lower back. Dipping lower and lower, squeezing anything he could get his hand on. He was the one to (shockinly) break the kiss. He slowly pulled away leaving behind a thin string of saliva. His lush lips were pulled into a smug smirk, his eyes were lightening up with the most joy you'd ever seen. Forcefully he pulled you closer to his chest. Holding your head where his heart would have been.

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ultraclops · 4 years

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Semi-Live Blogging: Finale Time!

With reaction images this time!

Adoradad

TRAINING EXERCIIISE

Adorabat's practicing her screaming! Bet that's gonna come in handy later.

"Fneh!" Wow what an introduction Eugene

His design is like? Really cool?? He looks practically nothing like Adorabat tho. And why does he have a spade on his stomach instead of a heart??

Badgerclops drew him with a giant ass mustache lol.

Adorabat takes banjo lessons? More importantly, Eugene thought she was at a banjo lesson FOR 8 MONTHS?!

"She scares me" lol

Adorabat ran away from home? Why?

"I thought you were a ward of the state!" Remember when everyone thought Adorabat was an orphan? Yea.

"I thought you were my conscience!" Badgerclops...you've lived with Adorabat for a year...went to her school...AND YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS A PIECE OF YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS?!

...why did Badgerclops use Adorabat as monster bait...

I expected to hate Eugene but he's actually really cute and interesting?? Aside from the fact he thinks Mao Mao & Badgerclops are criminals. Love to see him again sometime!

Wow her dad has a whole badass mansion!! Why doesn't she just stay there...

Oh...her mom died...that's why he's so protective of her and was so upset when she left. Also her mom looks amazing & I wanna see a flashback episode with her. For some reason I can imagine her sounding like a deeper version of Scoops?

Aww Adorabat's room is super cool! Also Eugene cracking the door for her asfgjkl

"Do you think that monsters attacking the city are gonna - wait, does that have peanut butter in it? " (Cuts to MM & BC eating ice cream while crying) That's a perfectly rational reaction to losing your adoptive daughter

"I can keep it together!" (Cut to Mao Mao trying and failing to shovel ice cream in his mouth with his helmet on) NSADGEDHAMADH

Wait a second. Mao's eating mint chocolate chip ice cream. ISN'T CHOCOLATE TOXIC TO CATS?!

"But you said I was part of the team!!" "Then you're...off the team."

Adorabat crying while showing Eugene the picture OUCH MY HEART...

"I used to go exploring in those caves with Mom all the time..." I'm guessing those are the caves from the promo?

"She wasn't afraid of anything!" " Well Adorabat definitely takes after her mother...

"And then one day, Sonara didn't come back with you." Ooh her name's Sonara!! Pretty!! I can't tell if they chose it cuz it sounds like Sonar or because it means "pleasant sounding"

Glad to see Adorabat's still a die-hard metal fan, even with Eugene

Oof Mao isn't taking this well at ALL if he's pretending Adorabat's molt is her...

OOH SHIT ADORABAT RAN OFF TO THE CAVES - wait a minute no she didn't. OH NO EUGENE WENT TO THE CAVES

Ooh there's Sonara's looking glass, bet that's gonna be important

Yay Adorabat saved her dad!

Damn Adorabat must be super traumatized after basically watching her mother die. No wonder she tried to murder Boba-Chan!

Oh the only way to stop the monster is by screaming!

(Mao Mao hears Adorabat scream) "ADORABAT?!" ADOPTIVE DAD POWERS ACTIVATE

Ooh her mother's figure appears over her when she says she's not afraid of anyone...maybe her spirit's inside of her or something?

REVENGE TIME BAYBEY

HOLY SHIT ADORABAT FUCKING MURDERED THAT THING

Eugene & Adorabat both apologized to each other I...

"You can't just leave without the most fearless member of the group!" YAAY ADORABAT'S BACK (Also how are we gonna explain to Eugene Adorabat's scared of the dark?)

"I'll mess 'em up real good! So good, their mommies and daddies won't be able to recognize them when I'm done..." Daaammmnnn...

"She scares me :)"

I wonder...is Sonara really dead? Or are they gonna pull a Kipo & have her still be alive but in a different form?

Badge-A-Fire explosion

Uhh...where is Badgerclops? And why is Mao Mao on the top bunk?!

Of course Badgerclops is petty enough to install a fake monster alarm on his laptop to wake Mao Mao and Adorabat up.

"This is a super-serious work meeting, as you can see by the fact that I haven't provided any snacks!" No snacks?! This must be a serious issue!! /s

"As you know, I am a creative genius. Sometimes there's so much natural creative genius that my brain overloads, and I enter a heightened state that I call 'Ultra Focus'..." Oh so basically like hyperfixation?

"...where I break into a creative sprint, inventing super-advanced technology at supernatural speeds, unparalleled by anyone in the entire field of science." Okay maybe only a LITTLE bit like hyperfixation...wait a second, IS THAT WHY BADGERCLOPS IS SO TIRED ALL THE TIME?!

Uhh did he get his arm stuck in the front door? HE TOOK THE AEROCYCLE?!

"...I forget everything the next morning." Remember my headcanon that Badgerclops represses his memories? Yea...

"Which is why it's not my fault and I don't think I should be criticized :D" TBH I screamed with laughter at this scene solely because of the expression he made

...HE GAVE THE SKY PIRATES THE GEM CELL?! I mean he clearly wasn't thinking right when he did it BUT STILL?!

"Oh hey, I told you I'd use that weird elevator thing!" Dude you LITERALLY used it in Ultraclops. What are you talking about.

"If the Sky Pirates had the Gem Cell, they would've used it already!" That is a fair point ngl.

Umm...did Badgerclops give Adorabat a BOMB?!

Tbh if my friend woke me up in the middle of the night with weird-looking eyes and handed me a timer while saying something about an explosion I would DEFINITELY not go back to sleep afterwards...

I'm sorry, IS THE WHOLE VALLEY GONNA BLOW UP?! WHAT THE HELL DID HE MAKE?!

Mao wiping Badgerclops' tears I'm

A paper towel dispenser? Well that's not that bad - IS THAT A GIANT PAIR OF PANTS?!

Ooh it's not a shock collar it's a translator!! That makes a bit more sense... "I HAVE NO REMORSE OR CONCEPT OF EMPATHY!" ...if the monster doesn't have remorse or empathy how does it know what those words mean...

Badgerclops keeps telling Mao Mao & Adorabat not to criticize him...hmm...I wonder who criticized his inventions that made him that way...*cough* HIS MOM *cough*

"Are all your inventions this weird?!" "YOU'RE WEIRD!!"

IM SORRY DID BADGERCLOPS BUILD A DANCING MACHINE INTO MAO MAO'S BONES?! HIS BONES?! AND HE MADE ADORABAT A SECOND MEGAPEG?!

What in the absolute hell is going on dgaadhdagdadga

Okay but when Badgerclops clutched his head and started shaking when Mao Mao asked why he made those things...I FELT THAT IN MY HEART I FELT THAT IN MY SOUL

Ngl this scene really hit home for me cuz that's how I act when I have a breakdown...

The timer went off but nothing blew up - WAIT, IS THAT A REPLICA OF MECHA HOSSORAFFASNAKEARANG?!

"Initializing Totally Humane Knockout Procedure." (Proceeds to slam the Sheriff's Dept. into the ground) ajdajdgdad

Ooh...ohh they're on some sort of water park...ride...thing??

"And if I didn't want us to get out, then I made sure we couldn't...with super-strong shoe things." But there isn't any on Adorabat, can't she just squeeze herself out?

Ooh I'm getting Pirates of the Caribbean vibes

There's the Gem Cell, it must be powering the ride! Also the robotic arm slaps Mao's hand the same way Mao slaps Badgerclops' hand in Flyaway skkkk

"My amazing creativity is finally gonna destroy us all..." "Hey, at least we'll be destroyed together!" Fair point, fair point

The shoosh returneth

"I always loved inventing." So he was an inventor ever since he was little? Daww.

YOUNG BC IS SO ADORABLE!! He has a lil medical patch instead of an eyepatch which is def more accurate to real life...but what's the vest for? Protection in case he falls? A pressure stim?

That figure's def his mom since they rejected his ideas & he mentions she was mean to him. Also the theory that his mom's a villain seems a bit stronger since they straight-up hand him a tool kid + a set of blueprints with no regard to his safety...

"Also there was a bunch of other kids at school and some other people throughout my life who mocked me relentlessly." THEN WHY'D YOU TELL ADORABAT YOU COULDN'T RELATE TO HER WHEN SHE SAID NO ONE WANTED TO BE HER FRIEND?! (Also I noticed literally all the kids are other badgers, so I'm assuming Badgerclops grew up sheltered like Mao Mao did.)

So the Ultra Focus is basically a really weird coping mechanism to deal with all the abuse and bullying he went through? Holy fuckkk

"They only made fun of you because they were jealous. Happened to me my whole life!" Umm...

"Even the dance chip I surgically implanted in your brain?" Excuse me the dance chip that you WHAT

"I love you-" HE SAID IT 💗💓💗💓

"I'm finally around people who love and understand me..."

Wait did the cannon misfire? DID IT BLOW A HOLE IN THE GROUND?!

OH HE ACTUALLY DID CREATE AN ANIMATRONIC BAND?! I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE!!

"Take it away, Boss Hosstritch!" (Distorted garbling)

Oof Mao caught all the water

"We hope you all enjoyed being Badgerclops' friend." 💞💕💞💕

Not that anyone cares but I noticed there's a picture of some of the Sweetypies on the monitors, meaning 1. Badgerclops tested it out using them first, or 2. Badgerclops just likes those Sweetypies for whatever reason. Tho that makes me wonder why he'd choose Pinky of all people...

THE SKY PIRATES WERE INSIDE THE ANIMATRONICS THE WHOLE TIME?! THE MAN BEHIND THE SLAUGHTE

Zing Your Heart Out

Why are they giving out rotten sushi??

"HOW DARE YOU LAUGH AT ME EATING SOMETHING GROSSLY?!"

Ooh god Chester's gonna be super freaking annoying in this episode, I can feel it.

"What's blue and smells like red paint? Blue paint!" BAYBEY

Jesus what a prick. GET HIM MAO MAO

Ngl that background's really pretty...

Oooh no the Ruby Pure Heart's being weird again. Ooh no.

FUCK YEA ROAST HIM BABY - Did Adorabat's eyes turn purple because the Ruby Pure Heart gave her powers?

Oh so the siren in Badgerclops' robo-arm is a backup monster alarm?

More Sky Pirates - and the Pure Heart's being weird again...

"I'd tell you but despite your height it'd go right over your HEAD!" Asdfgghjjk

"For someone with two brains, you're not very BRIGHT!" EVEN BETTER

Kevin said he was raising money for a school trip, then for a trip to the hospital...which one is he raising money for?!

"SILENCE PANCAKE, LEST YE BE BUTTERED"

OOH NO SHE ATTACKED MAO AND BC

"IT FEELS LIKE THE WEIGHT OF ONE THOUSAND PLANETS!!"

"One second, I'm getting mad, and the next thing you know-" Is she freaking possessed??

Wait, is the Pure Heart TALKING to Adorabat?! How?!

Cluckins you don't ask people what's wrong with their eyeballs...even if there is something wrong with their eyeballs

"I CAN'T FEEL MY SELF-RESPECT!!"

The pure 'oh shit' on Marion's face when Adorabat turns to her

Half of the people she insulted showed up to her party! Didn't that mean she loved them?!

Oh god not this bitch again - nvm, thanks Adorabat

"Taking over the castle and ruling Pure Heart Valley forever does sound nice..." This is starting to remind me of that one AU where Adorabat turns evil, becomes the ruler of the Sky Pirates, then convinces them to kill Snugglemagne and becomes the queen of Pure Heart...she isn't gonna kill Snugglemagne, is she?

What did Adorabat tell Snugglemagne?! I WANNA KNO

Why is Pinky stealing teeth...reminds me of this

NO BC DON'T EAT THE TEETH

"I...hate myself! Therefore, I'm invincible!" So the trick to not getting your ego destroyed...is to not have an ego. Sounds reasonable.

"Your bug platter, my king?" Genderfluid Adorabat rights

"Mao Mao, your head looks like a CROW!" (Mao Mao caws) IT WAS A LIE HE ISN'T A CAT HE WAS A CROW THIS WHOLE TIME-

"It looks like a half-melted ice cream cone!!" That is...a strange way to describe your own neck...

"Well, I'm...bad (◡‿◡)" Kinda weird that the canonically depressed character can't even cleverly insult himself

...why does Adorabat's skin smell like old cantaloupe

OH SHE IS POSSESSED!!

HOLY SHIT MAO WAS GONNA FUCKING MURDER ADORABAT TO SAVE THE KINGDOM?! THANK GOD HE SAW HER JOKE BOOK, HOLY SHIT

Positivity outweighs negativity!

"WHERE DOES A 800 POUND GORILLA SIT?!" "Where ever it wants!◝(⁰▿⁰)◜" Curse you for making me laugh...

OOH NO THE JOKEBOOK! - Wait nvm Mao remembers Adorabat's jokes!

I think the reason they used that joke is because it represents Mao Mao and Adorabat - Adorabat is blue, and she wants to be like Mao Mao, who wears red. What is BLUE, and smells like (is similar to) RED paint?

YAAAY HE BROKE HER FREE FROM MIND CONTROL!! And did BC get Thanos snapped in the background?

"Thank goodness you're alright! We almost..." Fucking murdered you? Yea

"Might we have our crown and kingdom back, yes?"

"Sorry for being such a monster today." "You're a monster everyday." Is that a joke because she was today's villain, a reference to Sleeper Sofa or foreshadowing?

I hope Mao Mao and Badgerclops decide to investigate what's up with the Heart in Season Two, cause I highly doubt they'll let Adorabat getting fucking possessed go under the radar.

The visual gag of Mao trying to stomp out his ice cream cone like a cigarette is perfect. This is peak comedy everyone else go home

WHOOP CHESTER'S ASS GUYS

Strange Bedfellows

"So, your name is Boss Hosstrich, but you're not actually the boss?" How long did it take him to realize that

JFC Mao & Orangusnake are REALLY hellbent on killing each other huh...at least the deputies and the other Sky Pirates have common sense.

Hahaha nice Dragon Ball Z reference - and they both got crushed by the monster! Lovely.

...did Mao seriously think he died and went to heaven?

So does Orangusnake breathe through Tanner or do they both breathe independently & Coby can feel when Tanner can't?

Dang those skeletons remind me of the Steven Universe Future episode Growing Pains. And why is Lucky inside of Orangusnake? "THAT WAS MY LUNCH, JERK!" Ooh that's why.

"They're full of these tiny, little cracks or, as they're known in the medical field, 'whoopsie-boo-boos'." AGSADGASGADGDASG

Damn their skeletons are just gonna freaking evaporate huh...

"The doctor said I was very brave :D"

Ooh shit the Deputies and the other Sky Pirates met at the same elevator, are they gonna fight - nevermind, they're still calling time.

JESUS CHRIST ARE MAO & ORANGUSNAKE EVER GONNA STOP?!

"You don't have the guts!" "I have a million guts." That is...mildly concerning

"Yeah, I wanted to be a baker, before I realized I liked hurting people so much." Then why doesn't she just like, help Muffins or something?

Tbh I thought Ratarang was holding a gun and I'm glad it was just a weirdly wrapped banana

CONE OF SHAME. CONE OF SHAME. CONE OF SHAME.

"Aww, y'all shouldn't have - this is empty." "Just like my heart when you injure yourself!!" He loves him sm...💓💓

"Why didn't you bring me weapons?!" "Because this is a hospital, and I'm a good boy (◡‿◡ )"

"I really feel like this could be a turning point in their relationship." (Mao and Orangusnake proceed to try and kill each other again) *sigh*

Ngl Mao & Orangusnake constantly repeating themselves is getting super annoying.

That hospital bed beeping is giving me flashbacks to all the times I went to the hospital for seizures...

"You know y'all could live like this, like, all the time if you didn't go around hurting people, right?" "Pssh! Tsk-tsk, boy. You know I gots to hurt people." Uhh you guys should really listen to Badgerclops he knows what tf he's talking about

UUhh, whose egg is that? "MAMA" ASGagddahDh

Of course they had to land in freaking CEMENT to realize that maybe they shouldn't kill each other

Did Mao just deflate like a ballo- oh nvm there he go.

Boneless Mao. Boneless Mao.

And Mao saved Orangusnake!! By...breaking every bone in his body somehow.

"I'm the kind of hero who wants to save you so I can fight you later...at the right time and place." Just gonna file this along with the credit score scene from Perfect Couple in the 'Orangumao' folder.

Is Badgerclops duct taping Mao to the stretcher? I mean, at least he won't move & hurt himself again but geez

Tbh Zing would’ve made a better finale than this ep. At least it had a sequel hook

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