#I'll drop them so fast and hard they won't see it coming

[honeysunchild]

Parents really will have kids on purpose and then spend the next twenty or so years punishing that child for being alive and having needs

[rogueddie]

"Something is really wrong with Steve," Robin says.

The party look up, startled. They wait for her to continue, but she starts pacing nervously. It immediately sets the kids on edge, glancing at each other uneasy.

"What do you mean?" Dustin eventually speaks up. "Is he... ill?"

"No, no, it's... his parents came home, right?"

"Yeah, we know," Max snorts. "Dustins mom had to ban him from the house because he wouldn't leave."

"He can't avoid them forever," Dustin points out. "I get that it's hard to talk to them when you have to lie all the time but they're, like, paying for all his shit."

"No they aren't!" Robins voice cracks. "They cut him off years ago! Dude, he hates them and now he's writing up a resignation letter so he can go work for his dad."

"Why is that a bad thing?" El asks, eyes a little wide.

"He'd have to train for a few months in New York for one."

"New York?!" All of them burst out. They all try to speak at once, loud and panicked. They're so loud that Hopper bursts out, confused and tired and panicked.

"What the hell is going on?" He snaps.

The kids all look a little guilty. El stands up so he looks at her. "We are worried about Steve."

"What? Jeez, that's what you're yelling about?"

"He's moving away!" Mike snaps. "To New York! For months!"

Hopper frowns at him like he's not making sense. "New York?"

"To work with his dad," Robin adds. "I didn't know if I should talk him out-"

"They're back?" Hopper asks. He's gone still, voice devoid of emotion and dangerously calm. "How long?"

"A month? Maybe more, it-"

"And they're home now? Do you know if Steve is there with them? It's not one of his shifts, is it? That'd make it easier."

"What? No, he's home. Make what easier?"

Hopper ignores the question, grabbing his coat and shoes. "Stay here, I won't be long."

He ignores the questions that grow frantic and panicked when he picks up his gun, stomping out the door at a fast pace. Robin is yelling from the door as he climbs into his car. She's too taken aback to even begin to think of how to answer to avalanche of questions the kids throw at her.

Hopper gets to the Harrington house in record time, having sped just a little to get there. Mrs Harrington is the one who opens the door and looks a little guilty when she sees him.

"Where is he?" Hopper asks.

She steps back, letting him in. "In his room."

Hopper pushes past her, taking the stairs two at a time. Steve is sat at his desk when he enters the room without knocking, head snapping up and looking startled. He looks a little ashamed when he realizes that it's Hopper.

"Hop," Steves voice is strained. He frowns when Hopper ignores him, pulling his closet open. "Uh, Hopper? What are you doing?"

"Taking you home," Hopper mutters. He pulls out the three bags he knows Steve has been keeping hidden, just in case. "Come on, pack up."

"I can't just-"

"Yes you can. Pack. Up."

Steve only hesitates for a moment. He slowly fills up one with his few sentimental things and some things he considers important (his scoops uniform, the drawings from Will). Hopper stuffs the other two with clothes. It doesn't take them long.

"I'll come back for the rest, if you want any of it," Hopper hands Steve his car keys, waving him toward the stairs. "Wait in the car. I'll be a minute."

Steve hesitates at the door, glancing between Hopper and his mom. He leaves though, doesn't say goodbye.

"Right, here's what's going to happen; I'm going to come back for the rest of his things. I've seen that room, I'll know if somethings missing. And that shit is his, don't try to bullshit me." Hopper eyes her with visible distaste. "He's an adult now. You can't take him back and if I hear that either of you've been trying to harass him again, I'll press charges."

She nods, which is enough of an answer for him. He throws the two bags in the back with the third before climbing in the drivers seat. The air is thick with tension as he pulls out the drive, starting the drive back to the cabin.

"Um... could you, uh, drop me off at the trailer park?" Steve asks, quiet and timid in a way that is horribly familiar to Hopper. "I, uh... I need to see Eddie."

Hopper grunts. He grits his teeth to stop himself snapping. It wouldn't be fair on Steve. So he drives him there, quiet and tense.

"Thanks," Steve mumbles.

But Hopper climbs out too, gently grabbing Steves jacket lapels to drag him over to the Munsons trailer. Hopper knocks.

"Oh," Waynes eyebrows raise. He looks Hopper up and down before turning his eyes on Steve, who he gives a soft smile. "Harrington, you doing alright?"

"No," Hopper answers for him. "Could we come in for a moment?"

"Sure?" Wayne shuffles out the way, shutting the door behind them. "Eddie's in his room, if you want me to get him?"

"You want your boy to see?" Hopper asks Steve.

Steve ducks his head, fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket. He mutters, "he probably will anyway."

"Ok. Do you want him here for this?"

"Here for what?" Eddie asks, hovering in the doorway, worried. "What's happened?"

"Nothing," Steve tries to say. "It's... really, it's nothing."

"Steve," Hopper calmly says. Waits for Steve to look back at him, simply raises an eyebrow. "Where?"

"Hopper, it's fine, really."

"Where?"

Steve tries to stare him down, unsuccessfully. He huffs, annoyed, glancing at Wayne and Eddie who, understandably, look confused.

He slowly takes his jacket off, keeping his eyes on the floor. There's a sharp intake of breath when the dark, almost black, bruises on his arms are revealed. They litter the entirety of both arms, the ones around his left wrist and right bicep standing out the most- the ones shaped like hands.

"Steve," Eddie whispers, walking forward slowly. He's careful, brushing his fingers against his skin. "Oh, baby, who did this?"

"It's fine," Steve tries to insist.

Hopper clears his throat though. "Where else?"

Steve doesn't try to argue this time. He grabs the back of his collar, lifting his top off. His ribs have the worst of his bruises.

"Fuck," Eddie carefully, gently, pulls Steve into a hug. Presses gentle, ever so soft kisses to his neck. His hand is just as gentle when he rubs his back. Steve clings to him, grip looking almost painful, but Eddie doesn't complain.

Hopper turns to Wayne, who is also pointedly looking away so the two can have their moment. "His parents are gonna try to find him. Direct them to me if they try here."

"Don't worry about Steve," Wayne glances at the pair, still wrapped around each other, at the bruises. "Worry about them. If they try to come by here, they'll be leaving in a body bag. I'm sick of assholes treating my kids like this."

Hopper looks over at Eddie, who's pulling back so he can hold Steves face, eyes painfully understanding. He nods at Wayne, pats his shoulder. "I'm getting the rest of his stuff, he's got no reason to go back there. It's my cabin he's coming home to."

"I'll drive him there myself," Wayne glances at the pair, who think they're being subtle and sneaky as they giggle their way towards Eddies room. "Tomorrow."

Hopper chuckles, glancing towards the hall the two disappeared down. "Tomorrow."

[taylormarieee]

Carino, Let's have a sexy Christmas-Day 17 Miguel O'Hara

Prompt: You get all sexy for Miguel on Christmas...

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 709

Warnings: PiV sex, Doggy Style, Begging, Edging, Daddy Kink, Backshots, Polaroid pictures, aftercare...

"Yes Daddy! Right there, oh f-fuckk!" You cry out as Miguel pounds into you from behind.

His balls slapping harshly on your clit as his cock slides in and out of you at a fast pace.

"Yeah mama, you like that? Beg for it, beg for me to cum all over you."

You wanted it so bad that all you could do was babble incoherent words of his name and 'please'.

He loved how drunk you got off of his cock. He loved seeing you act like a little whore just for him and him only.

You hear the click of a camera and see Miguel using you polaroid camera to take pictures of the pornagraphic scene

You feel his hand slithering towards. your neck before lifting you up so your back is flush with his chest.

He snaps a picture of your face with your mouth agape and wide open.

He drops you back down on the bed as he takes the polaroid out and shakes the picture.

He rests all the photos he took on the nightstand next to you guys' bed.

You hear Miguel groan behind you. "Please Miguel. Please Daddy I'll do anything! Please cum all over my ass please!" You beg.

He chuckles deeply and kisses all along your back and neck. He plays with your clit for a little before feeling his orgasm approaching.

He pulls out and your arch your back more as he strokes himself, whimpering and groaning he spills his load all over your ass and back.

"Yes Daddy! Oh fuck. Yes!" You cry out as you circle your clit feeling your orgasm washing over you as you shake and convulse.

"Did I tell you you could cum?" He asks, voice deep and angry.

"For that mami, your getting a punishment."He says. He slams his cock back deep inside you as he rams into you.

You cry out at the overstimulation and he begins rubbing your clit faster.

"Daddy please! I'm sorry Miggy! I won't doit again! Please!" You beg for him to spare you but your pleas don't work.

He ruthlessly rams into you still and your hands grip the sheets hard. Your knuckles turning white.

Your throat starts to hurt as if all this screaming is making you lose your voice.

He whispers in your. ear, "Your not gonna cum yet. I'll decide that. We've got all night Cariño." He has that smug look on his face when he knows he's won.

He's got you right where he wants you. Wrapped around his thick cock like a good little girl.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum!" You cry out. He doesn't respond.

As soon as that feeling is about to wash over you he pulls his hand away and pulls out completely.

You shake and whine out slowly feeling your pleasure fade away. "Miggy please! I'm sorry." You plead and cry hoping he'll relent but he doesn't

This torture goes on for another 30 minutes of you feeling close to your orgasm and then he pulls out completely.

Your ass cheeks hurt from the smacks he sent to them as a punishment.

You feel like your about to pass out when he wakes you up by. sending another stinging slap to your ass.

"Wake up babe, i'll be nice and let you cum now." Your so tired all you do is mumble a faint 'ok'.

You feel it coming yet again and finally release all over the. place.

You squirt all over Miguels cock, the sheets, your thighs all soaked. He loved it. Watching as your fluids mix together.

He takes 4 more pictures using the polaroid. "Well baby, this will be a Christmas to remember..." He responds darkly with a smirk on his face.

Finally he puts you down gently and goes to grab you some water while running the warm water in the tub. He places you inside the tub and lets you sit there to rest.

When you feel the warmth of the water you slowly drift to sleep feeling his hands clean you up.

When you wake up again your in his arms in front of the Christmas tree watching a movie.

You smile to yourself before going back to sleep.

Taglist: @itzdarling @obviouslynini @grixonsdoll @queerponcho @sunve1ns. @aerangi @number1gal @luvrxbunny

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Sinful

Daryl Dixon x Reader | SMUT

Many years of pretending to be a nun builds up quite the frustration.

~~☆☆☆~~

You didn't speak one word French and you despised religion.

You were on a sightseeing trip with friends when the world went to shit and by pure accident you ran into the one place that had you lying your ass off to be able to survive.

Wait no, you did know a few French words.

"Je ne parlez pas Francais. Englais?" You held your hands up in apology as you excused yourself for not speaking their language. With few words and lots of gestures you were let in and brought to the person who spoke the most English where you continued your lies. Some fake tears and religious hand gestures as you cried in your native language none of them spoke, only to add some more apologies at the end. You were let in as long as you followed their beliefs and eventually made yourself into a part of their supply run group.

Just as you were then brought to the one who could communicate with you best, you were now called to the central area to meet with a man who spoke only English.

An American, he said. An absolutely gorgeous one, you thought.

Even though he looked a mess he was very handsome and you couldn't help but think up a plan to get him alone with you.

You discussed today's plans for the man with your sisters and sent them on their way.

You took the man to an unused room so he could get cleaned up while your sisters washed his clothes and prepared food for him.

"How come yer english is so good?" You didn't expect that to be his first question. "We were taught English in school before the world went to shit. Top of my class too." You happily explained as you ran him a bath.

"Put your clothes in here," you motioned to the basket next to the filled tub. "I'll go take them to get cleaned and bring you a change of clothes and some towels."

He did as you asked and called you over once he was all the way in the water. Once you returned he had cleaned himself up and was enjoying the fact he could relax again for once. You announced your presence by knocking on the door before going in and closing it again behind you. "I got you some clothes. Nothing too fancy but it'll do."

He followed your form around the room, quickly catching how hard you were trying not to stare at him. "If yer uncomfortable ya can wait outside. Call ya back when I'm dressed." His comment caught you off guard and had you turn to face him before even coming up with a reply. "Oh, no. Not uncomfortable at all.." you stammered, sighing and sitting down you started the tale of how you ended up here. "Just as unlucky as I was huh." He smiled at your confession. "Hand me a towel?" You did as he asked and he took the towel to his hips and stepped out of the tub. You were still eyeing everything except for him with a clearly frustrated aura surrounding you.

"What's on yer mind, girly? I know ya aint' lookin' away cuz of god." He knew why, he just wanted you to admit it.

He stepped closer to you, entertaining some stupid tale that surfaced in his mind, narrated by his brother who bragged about the best sex he's ever had with some chick in a nun costume during Halloween.

"You're.. just very handsome." You talked fast in the hope he'd drop it but he clearly wasn't going to. "I aint' exactly yer age.." Even with your loose layers on your squirming was caught easily and you knew he knew. "You're a really good looking man and I don't care that you're probably as old as my dad would be now or if you end up being dangerous I just really want you to fuck me until I see god for real this time, okay?" A frustrated huff ended your ramble before you felt his breath fanning your cheek as he spoke. "Fine by me. So where d'ya wan' it?" He stood behind you with one hand on your hip and the other pointing out different locations in the room. "How 'bout I bend ya over tha' desk, huh? Tha' bed is lookin' mighty fine, an' 'msure tha' rug won't hurt yer knees." His hand came back to rest on your hip.

"Y-- Yes." You were suddenly very aware of his figure pressed against your back and his hands pulling up the layers of your habit. "Yes, what?" His lips were on your neck right after removing the obstructing fabrics. You only nodded in response, which was taken as a yes to all options he suggested and pressed you to walk with him towards the desk before pressing your chest against the wooden surface and running his hands over your panty covered ass. A hand ran up your spine to unclasp your bra while the other pulled your panties down before pressing his hard member against you.

You let out a soft whine and pressed back against him, almost begging him to get going already.

"Impatient, are we? What would yer friends think if they saw ya here with me?" He rubbed his length between your folds, covering himself in your slick and line himself up at your entrance.

"Please.." you pushed back against him hoping he'd just start but the roll of your hips wasn't enough to push him past your entrance. "Wha' was tha'? Wanna confess yer sins to father Dixon?"

"Pleease fuck me--ohgod.." your breath caught in your throat and your hands clamped around the edge of the old wooden desk as he pushed his full length in without a warning. Your face pressed into the your arm to not scream at the stretch. He gave you no time to adjust and set a steady pace. One hand reaching down between your legs to rub at your clit, an apology for not prepping you before while the other kept your hips in place.

You hadn't felt this deliciously full in years and the way his tip hit that spongey spot inside you with every thrust combined with the stimulation of your clit has you close to seeing stars in record time.

You pushed your hips back with each thrust, begging to cum. "Fuck-- so close.." Your words came out as breathy whimpers that spurred Daryl on even more and had you cumming over his cock in a matter of moments. His thrusts slowed before stopping entirely to give both of you a second to catch your breath and move over to the next piece of furniture.

You were easily picked up and manhandled onto the bed, where you were thrown onto your back before he crawled over you and caught your lips in his.

"Fuck, yer so gorgeous." He mused as he kissed down your neck, leaving red marks all over your chest and sucked on your tits. His trail of bites and licks kept moving south until he reached right down your bellybutton. Wrapping his strong arms around your thighs he spread you wide open and licked a thick stripe right over your folds, pulling a loud, muffled moan from you. "Gotta keep quiet, lil' lady. Dun' want yer friends ta hear ya.." He smirked up at you before delving right in, tongue deep inside of you with his nose pressed against your clit. He lapped up every single drop that threatened to spill, like he hadn't been fed in ages. "Taste so good." He loved how you tried to squirm out of his grasp as you quickly approached another orgasm. The rumble of his laugh sending you even closer as he sucked at your clit and send you over the edge again.

Daryl wiped his face with his hand before moving up and wrapped your legs around his waist. "Ya still good?" He caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers.

You nodded with a soft, breathy laugh and wiggled your hips against him. He nodded back at you and lined himself up with you again, pressing in slowly and admiring every reaction your body gave underneath him. His pace was much softer than at the desk and it gave you a moment to really look at the man above you as well. It gave you a chance to really grab and scratch at every inch of skin within reach as your heels pulled him in deeper and helped him set a pace you really enjoyed. The soft sighs that left you with every thrust, right at his ear and the soft fingers in his hair together with the light scratches right at his tailbone had him groaning out in pleasure. "Hah.. keep doin' tha'.." He grunted into the crook of your neck.

You dug your nails harder into his skin and tugged at the messy strands at the back of his neck, moaning just a little louder and bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

You could feel his thrusts getting more erratic and his fingers moving between you to to pull you over the edge with him. With only a few more thrusts and rubs you both finished, riding out your highs.

"That was.. wow." A shaky laugh left you as you rolled over to look at him. "Ya think I'm done with ya already?" His cocky attitude worked like magic and had you intrigued at what he still had in store for you.

"Haven't fucked ya on tha' old carpet yet." He nodded at the floor at the end of the bed. "Wantya ta ride me." His request was clear, and you were in no mood to decline.

You stretched and got up, moving over to the end of the bed. You felt both your release running down your thighs, running your finger over the inside of the soft legs you scooped up some of it and sucked your fingers clean as you kept your eyes on him.

Daryl let out a deep growl as he got up to grab you and pull you down to the floor.

Your face was harshly pressed into the soft rug. With your hips still up Daryl had the perfect angle to ravage you.

"Ya like teasin' huh." His grumbling was your new favorite sound.

He rubbed his cock between your thighs, smearing your cum all over you both. One hand held you hips up as the other drew soft circles over your asscheek. His touch left you before being returned with a loud smack right to the soft flesh. A whine left your throat at the harsh contact, but that didn't stop him from repeating the motion twice more. "'S whatcha get fer bein' a tease."

He went back to caressing the struck skin softly and pressing the tip of his cock between your folds and starting at a rough pace, easily fucking into your overstimulated cunt.

"Ohh ahpleaaseee slowdown-" his pace was so rough your orgasm crashed into you before you even had a chance to realize you were getting close.

With a chuckle that borderlined on sadistic Daryl pulled out and maneuvered you with your wobbly legs on top of him. He held you up right above him and pulled you down onto his cock, thrusting up a couple of times before stilling.

Only a command of "Ride." left his lips as his hands stilled on your ass, squeezing hard to spur you on. Your body was tired, you had barely any strength left after god knows how many orgasms you had by now and you had no idea if you could keep up with his desired pace.

You placed your hands flat on his chest and lifted yourself up before sinking down again with a huff a few times before whining in exhaustion. "Daryl.." you wanted to beg him to fuck you and get it over with but he wasn't having any of it. His hands on your ass grab on harshly and lift your hips for you and starts fucking himself with you. "Ya feel so good, squeezin' me like tha'.." You couldn't help it you were so overstimulated your body worked on its own. "F-- fill me so good.." you managed to breathe out between thrusts. "Wanna cum.. please.."

Daryl let go of your hip to rub at your clit to help you reach your high. Your pleased noises were like music in his ears. He loved all your tells that let him know you were close. You were squeezing him so tightly he had a hard time to hold off until you finished.

"C'mon doll. One more time.." His thumb rubbed at your sensitive nub a couple of times until your walls clamped around his cock so hard he came right there with you, spilling deep.

"Yeah, fuck seeing god." Your slumped on top of Daryl with an Oof. "I wanna see you all day every day."

Daryl's laugh rumbled against your ear and he kissed your head. "Got more sins to share with father Dixon?" He air quotes the name.

You nodded against his chest.

"Got some years of catching up to do."

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: I know I used this prompt alreasy but I wanted to turn that quick drabble into a full fic lol.

[moralesmilesanhour]

seeing double

summary: Milo keeps getting mistaken for Miles and he's like really over it wc: ~500' a/n: I feel like I've just been writing heavy-ish stuff non-stop so I thought I'd just do something for the sillies. Here is my masterlist for more Stuff

“Yo, Miles, we got a problem–oh.”

Milo gave Ganke Lee an icy glare from where he sat on the stoop in front of his house. The husky Korean boy had met his twin brother in ninth grade, and the two became fast friends. They were not close enough, apparently, for Ganke to avoid occasionally mistaking the two boys and spilling bits and pieces of secret plans that Milo was decidedly not a part of. Like being fucking Spider-Man. The braids seemed to help, though not by a large margin.

Milo pulled back his purple hoodie to reveal them, for emphasis.

“Yeah, wrong guy,” he said flatly. “Need me to text him?”

Ganke tensed. 

“Um, nah, I think I’ll be able to find him.”

Milo scoffed. “Scared you’re gonna spill his lil’ ‘secret identity’?”

The other boy’s eyes widened.

“You…You know?”

“I know how to put two and two together, Lee. Now do you need me to text him or not?”

Ganke pursed his lips for a second, then shrugged. “Tell him the Goblin’s loose again. See ya.”

He gave a quick salute, then began to jog back in the direction he came from.

The rest of Miles’ week went about the same way:

“Miles, how’s the art project coming along?”

“I’m not Miles.”

“We miss you, Miles!”

“Not Miles, but I’ll pass the message along.”

“Miles, it's not funny. Let's go.”

“I'm. Not. Miles!”

You struggled to tug your boyfriend along behind you before the showing time for the movie you two had picked out rolled around. The tight new cornrows sitting on top of his head seemed to be cutting off the flow to his brain, because he seemed to have no idea what you were talking about. 

“We're gonna be late!”

“Late to what?”

Fully on the brink of giving up, you dropped his hand and spun around to face him.

“Look, do you wanna go or not? You can't keep flaking on me like this, this is the third time–”

“And it won't happen again!”

There, jogging up to you in a white sweatshirt, hair very clearly un-braided, was Miles. 

You blinked hard a few times, then looked back at Not Miles, who had his arms crossed in irritation. 

“Yo, your girl tried to kidnap me just now,” he snapped. “Can you not be late to everything?”

The real Miles glanced between you and his twin for a moment before bursting into a wheezing fit of laughter.

“It's not funny!” You both said in unison as he held his stomach. 

After wiping a tear from his eye and regaining his composure, he gestured towards Not Miles. 

“You wanna introduce yourself first?”

Not Miles sighed.

“Milo Morales. My real name's Manuel, but I don't want nobody calling me ‘Manny’, so I go by Milo. Don't forget it.”

You narrowed your eyes at Miles.

“Why didn't you tell me you had a brother with the same face as you?”

He shrugged. 

“Wasn’t important information at the time.”

“ ‘Wasn't important’– I almost took your brother out on a date by accident!”

“You're not my type.”

“Alright, look,”

Miles took your hand. His palm was softer than Milo's, you noted.

“I'll explain at the movies, I promise.”

Your expression softened, and you squeezed his hand back.

“You'd better.”

“See you at home?” Miles turned to Milo, who was already stalking off in the other direction with his hands in his pockets. 

“Whatever, man!”

[angelltheninth]

Arcane Characters Being Your Co-Workers

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, co-workers, flirting, teasing, eating together, cuddles, kissing

A/N: I really hope we hear some Arcane news soon cause I am really, really itching to see these characters again.

Jinx almost never leaves you alone while you're working. She likes poking at you, taking your tools away and then kissing you, both on the cheek and on the lips.

The only time she's calm is when she herself is working away on her gadgets. Even then there's always music in the background, her humming and small sounds of sparks and buzzing. She can sometimes stay in her lab very late but that's why she has a comfy couch there to cuddle on.

"If ya want this back sugar you're gonna have ta give me some sugar. Oh come on, I know ya can do better then that, lay one on me. Or maybe ya'd rather stop working for a bit and move this to the couch? Just to warm ya we're gonna have to pull extra hours."

Vi finds it a bit hard to focus on work at first. He's pretty restless when she works so she needs to keep moving constantly. If she doesn't then she'll walk right over to you and start kissing your neck, that's more fun.

Can stay up longer if she needs to, she always likes walking you home, its one of her favorite things about the two of you working together. If you're both really tired you'll let her sleep over at your place, or she's just saying that as an excuse. After all you're both going to the same place tomorrow and she always waits for you.

"Yeah, I am bored, aren't you? Why do this paperwork when we could be out there putting the hurt on the bad guys. Come on sweet stuff, I know you're hungry for some action too. Or is it... a different kind of action. If you lock that door we could... ouch! Alright, sheesh, I'm joking! Or am I?"

Caitlyn is fully focused on her work, there's very little that can break her concentration and drive once she gets started. She can sometimes get too into her work, almost forgetting you're there.

Knows she should do better but she just can't help herself, she would rather get the work out of the way as fast as possible and then spend the rest of the day with you. She trusts you to tell her when she's going overboard as she has gotten herself sick before due to working too much.

"Just a bit more and I'm done darling. I have a surprise for us tonight, so be patient. Looking at me like that won't get me to talk, you should know this by now. A trade? What kind of trade? Just one kiss? Oh, darling, my secrets are worth much more then that."

Ekko manages his work time really well, and in turn yours. He always makes sure you both have a lot of breaks and enough time to properly eat your lunches and of course some time away for kissing.

Might get a bit distracting working with him when he's covered in grime and oil but he wants to keep you focused on the work. At least for now, you can have plenty of fun later. Loves to cuddle by the window and observe the on goings in the hideout to take his mind off work.

"Break time Firefly! You're gonna work yourself into an early grave if you keep this up. Oh yeah? And if I say you need to stop? I'm not afraid to tear you away from the desk you know. If I can catch you? Hah, doesn't that defeat the point? H-hey, don't just kiss me and run!"

Vander wakes up early, earlier then anyone and open the Last Drop for business. Everyone already knows it opens early so its a rush from early hours of the morning all the way into the night.

Flirty when you're really close to him, leaning over the bar or telling him what drinks need to be made. In general though he likes to keep things professional, as much as he can with his friends teasing him about paying you in many different ways.

"Pay them no mind darlin' they're just being jealous of us. To tell you the truth I don't know which one of us. Don't worry, we can close up early and then I'll take you out to dinner, no kids this time, just you and me. Yeah I mean it this time! I do! They're not gonna follow us this time!"

Silco has a lot of work to do day in and day out so having someone working together with him takes a real load off his shoulders. Not to metion that its a lot more fun to have a pretty face in the office, despite the distractions it might cause.

Pulls you by the wrist and kisses your cheek when you do well or bring him coffee. It took a while for him to get used to having someone to actually work with on equal footing but he can't deny how nice its been too. He wouldn't trade you being here for the world.

"Thank you for the warm coffee darling, it really hits the spot. Did you take some for yourself? You can have a sip of mine then. Oh! Hold on, you've got a little- Hahaha, what's wrong? I thought you liked my fingers."

Sevika hated having you dragging along at first. She works best when she's on her own, with no one weighing her down. She wasn't sure she could trust you to watch her back at first but after seeing you punch out a few people she offered to buy you a drink.

It kind of went from there, she started bringing you along for more jobs and putting more trust in you. Kissed you on impulse when she was out with you and luckily for her you kissed back, otherwise the work dynamic would have gotten real messed up, now its just gonna be more fun.

"Care to make a bet with me sweet thing? Let's see who can take out more of these losers today. You win, you get a kiss from me. I win and I get a kiss from you. Sounds like a good deal to right? Ugh, if you get flustered that easily you're gonna end up losing."

Viktor gets even more serious then usual when he's working. Luckily the two of you are in perfect sync and manage to get things done in a timely manner, which then lets you leave a little bit early.

In the past Viktor was very well known for spending nights at the lab but lately, since getting into a relationship with you, he's developed a healthier working schedule. Loves it when he's looking at the board and walk up behind him and casually hug him around his shoulders. He leans closer so that you can kiss him and then goes back to thinking.

"Be done soon darling, then we can go home. We can pick up some food on the way since we both skipped lunch today. Maybe we can take turns making homemade meals? Sure, we can cook together, I find that I work much better with you by my side anyway."

Jayce sometimes teases you while at work but most of the time he does keep his focus. There have been occasions where he pulls you in his lap saying it helps his concentration but you really doubt that because it always seems to do the exact opposite.

Loves eating lunch with you and taking little walks as breaks and fresh air. He started getting desk neat instead of notes and books being scattered around everywhere to make it easier for the two of you to coordinate with each other. Otherwise his work place can get quite messy which you have teased him about before.

"Made some food for us today babe. Almost burned it but this time I was watching it closely. I also made sure that the notes I took last night are... well... readable. Sorry about just unloading on you like that last time. Wha- Why are you laughing? Unloading? What's so funn- Oh. Uhm. Not like that, I'm not sorry for that."

Mel is very strict when it comes to work. Work time is always just work time, nothing else. There are certainly some looks passing between you two but it doesn't go much further then that while you're both on the clock.

During break though, she can't get enough of you. Kissing, touching you, keeping you close, her arm wrapped around yours, whispering into your ear, making you shiver from her words and her touch before leaving you high and dry, or rather hot and bothered and going back to work.

"We can't be doing this right now darling, there are things to do. Besides each other I mean. I won't deny I may have went too far with my teasing but I assure you I will make it up to you. Just be patient for me."

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Brat

Paring: Shinjurō x bratty Fem reader

Synopsis: Roll your eyes and walk away from Shinjurō thinking their wouldn't be consequences? Nope. He doesn't tolerate brats.

Content: Smut, spankings, degrading, words such as "slut"/"whore"/ "brat", brat taming, slight choking, reader says "sir" to Shinjurō , roomates with benefits, accidental creampie

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: Frist day of kinktober RAAAHHHHH 👹👹👹👹👹 I've never written Shinjurō...nor do I like him all that much, but this was fun to write! Hope yall like it!

"And why are you home so late?" Shinjurō said in a firm tone, standing in the middle of the hallway near the door with his arms crossed, looking disappointed. "I am a hashira, you know. It happens," you said in annoyance while taking off your shoes. "Senjuro is asleep, right?" You asked and began to go to the kitchen but stopped right at Shinjurō's feet. You looked up at his sour expression and sighed. "You're in the way," you crossed your arms.

"Don't get smart. A hashira is meant to patrol a region and only stays back late if there's a problem with the low ranking slayers. You'd tell me if that were the case, so I'll ask again. Why are you home so late?" Shinjurō he asked again, in a firm tone. Your relationship with Shinjurō is hard to explain to others. You keep it a secret, really.

You were promoted as the flam hashira on your own, so there wasn't a student teacher reaction between you and Shinjurō. However, you found him just as attractive as he found you, so to put it short, you two became roommates but with benefits. You smirked and put a hand on your hip. Even though you're his roommate, you couldn't help but tease and mess with him. "Ever thought I just wanted some time alone? Since I don't get any attention here. What? Did you think I was with another man?"

As soon as you said that, you could see the visible jealously on his face. He knew you weren't out with any other men, yet he couldn't hide his jealousy at the thought as well as his frustration with your cocky teasing. "This attitude of yours isn't funny anymore. You're starting something you won't be able to finish. Y/n." He said. You rolled your eyes and began to push past him "yeah yeah whatever. I need some water," you said.

Shinjurō had enough. He grabbed your arm before you could walk past him and pushed you up against the wall. "That attitude has you going stupid. Don't you ever roll your fucking eyes at me" He said, taking his hand away from your arm and then placing it around your throat, giving it a squeeze until your jaw dropped so you could breath better from his grip.

Your eyes widen, surprised to see how quick he was able to handle you the second you rolled your eyes. You couldn't help but smirk, thinking to yourself you did it fast enough so he wouldn't notice. "it's my fucking eyes. I can do whatever I want with them." You rolled your eyes again, looking to the side of the room. With the situation now and how you've both been too busy to satisfy each other, you didn't want it to stop and continued to push him to the limit.

"What will I do?" Shinjurō said in a calmer tone, leaning forward to your ear. "I'll make your eyes roll back into that stupid head of yours," he said as his hand released from your throat. You gasped from the release and looked at Shinjurō in a light daze. Before you knew it, he turned you around on the wall with your face, and tits squished onto the wall.

"Shinjurō-" "Shut up." Shinjurō cut you off and grabbed your hips, pulling your ass back on his half hard erection. "I don't want to hear another word out of that filthy mouth unless I say you can speak," he raised his hand and then spanked your ass through your uniform. "Ah!" You yelped and quickly covered your mouth.

"That's for coming home late," Shinjurō said as his hand moved to your front and unbuttoned your pants, letting them fall to your anckles. You gasped in discomfort when he grabbed your panties and pulled them up between your cheeks to show more of your ass "baby wait- mhm!!" You moaned in your palm once you felt Shinjurō's rough and heavy hand spank your bare ass.

"I said I don't want to hear you speaking unless I tell you too," he said and spanked your ass harder until it stung. "Do you understand?" He asked. You nodded to his words with soft whimpers in your palm and your legs shaking a little from the few spanks. Shinjurō chuckled at your submission and spanked your ass again.

"See? It's not that hard to be a good girl, right?" He said and spanked you once more. "But you want to act up. Just for some attention, yeah?" He spanked your other ass cheek, making you jump and whimpering louder in your hand. "Attention needing whore" he said and this time, playfully spanking your ass "trying to keep quiet so no one eles hears you? I don't know if you can do that since you can't help but be loud like a needy whore when your this wet.." Shinjurō whispered in your ear as two of his fingers slid down your panties and began to rub at the wet spot.

"It Only took a few spanks to get a slut like you wet" he kept rubbing your hole through your panties as his lips softly bushing againts your neck "answers slut" he said as his two fingers slide down lower to slap your clit. You jumped from clit spank and letting out a loud whimper, making Shinjurō chuckle. You gulp and remove your hand from your mouth "yes Shinjurō" you softly said with your back arching, desperately wanting him to play with your pussy more.

"Yes, who?" Shinjurō slaps your clit with his fingers again and then rubs it in small circles. "Yes, sir!" You said with a shaking, long-ish moan from the satisfaction. "shhh~" Shinjurō shushed, continuing to rub your clit and his other hand taking his cock out and rubbing it againts the wet spot on you panties.

"Shinjurō please... please~" your lips parted in a small 'o' shape with heavy breaths, escaping your lips. Your brows knit together, and your teeth biting your bottom lip as you felt your arousal becoming more intense from the teasing. "You're begging for my cock now? What makes you think- haa.. you deserve it after being such a bratty bitch" Shinjurō said with a low moan as he thrust his cock slowly between your thighs.

"Yes~ I want your cock inside me so badly" you begged and placed your hands on the wall as you start to move your ass back and fourth for his cock to fuck your thighs better. "I'll be a good girl. I'm sorry for rolling my eyes~ I won't come home late a-anymore. I'll be your whore just please. Fuck me, sir," you whimpered softly, shaking your hips as you felt his cock just barely brush againts your clothed pussy.

In that moment, you felt your panties ripped off like paper. For a man in his 50s, he still had such amazing strength and a lot of energy. "You'll get my cock~" he said as he licked his fingers, coating them in his Salvia to put on the outside your pussy for more lubricant and pressed his chest on your back. Shinjurō moaned in your ear once he pushed himself inside. "But you're not getting my cum. That a whore like you doesn't deserve even with your apology" Shinjurō groaned as he began to thrust his hips, fucking you againts the wall.

"Oh fuck!" You let out a loud moan as his length pushes it's way through your gummy walls and his tip kissing your cervix. "So fucking noisy already... and so wet" Shinjurō groaned as his hand covered your mouth and his other hand on your waist as his hips snap faster, making thr picture frames on the wall shake as your body jerks forward from his brutal thrusts.

Your head falls back, with his hand still covering your mouth. You couldn't hold back your moans anymore. His cock is just so big, so thick, you felt so full and loved how with every thrust he was able to hit the deepest parts of you and like he said before, he really had your eyes rolling back with how good it felt. Loud sounds of skin clapping againts each other and sounds from your wet pussy filled the hall way you couldn't hold back anymore.

Your moans quickly turned into whimpers and desperate winning to cum. "Gonna cum? Go ahead. Let me see how much more wetter you can get on my cock like the fucking whore you are" He said. Shinjurō moved his hand from your mouth and placed both hands on your hips, moaning deeply as he felt your tightness and looking at what a mess his cock is, covered in your slick and how easily he was able to slide in and out.

You're mouth hung open, your eyes shut with tears filling your waterline line as your hand was able to reach down to your clit and rubbing it vigorously until you came on his cock and crying out. Shinjurō continued to fuck you through your orgasm, not caring how loud you were. He just became a moaning mess with how good your pussy, clenching down on his cock even after you came.

He was so lost in the pleasure that he completely forgot what he said about not cumming inside you. Just like how you haven't gotten his dick in a while, he almost forgot how good it felt to finish inside you, and with one final thrust, he came inside your pussy.

You both moaned from his orgasm. His hot cum was filling you up and you felt his cock throb inside until he completely finished. Shinjurō stayed inside you a little longer as his arms wrapped around your body. His forehead fell onto your shoulder in embarrassment and you chuckled. "what happen of me not deserving your cum?"

"Shut up," he said, completely embarrassed and pulled out.

Extra:

Last night got you so tired you could barely walk, but it's not like you complained. You got up from your shares bed with Shinjurō and left the room with him still sleeping and started to head to the kitchen to make some tea for yourself. Once you were about to head to the kitchen, you saw someone at the door. You peeped your head, and there you saw Senjuro.

"Senjuro???" You called out his name in surprise. "Where did you go?" You asked. "Goodmorning y/n" he said with a bright smile. "I left a note on the dinner table for you. I asked Father if I could sleep over with Tanjiro and Nezuko, but he was busy and just said yes. I don't think he really took in my question, but I took the opportunity and left before he changed his mind." Senjuro nervously smiled, feeling somewhat bad for being mischievous.

Your eye twitched. This man really forgot it was just the two of you alone and had you worried for nothing. "That stupid man..."

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[anawrites3]

Dick getting turned into a bunny and taking the opportunity to annoy the hell out of Slade. Slade knows its Dick, but not anyone else. So you see this big mean merc with a bunny perched on his shoulder.

Extended version on ao3

"I'm going to kill Constantine." Slade muttered to himself, dragging a hand down his face.

Dick – excuse him, Dick in a body of a fucking bunny – flicked one of his ears at him. He kept crunching happily at the carrot Slade gave him, giving Slade a blissful break from him running all over his safehouse. Of course Grayson's ADHD only intensified after getting turned into a fucking bunny.

It's been four days. Four fucking days and they still didn't have a way to turn Dick back into a human. So, what it meant was that for the past four days Dick had been annoying the hell out of Slade while having the time of his life himself. At this point Slade considered throwing him out onto the streets or just simply giving him away to the Bat but he didn't feel like bothering with the consequences of it (read: dealing with annoyed Grayson).

That still didn't mean he had to be happy about the whole thing.

"I hope you're aware that I'll make you pay for all of this when you're back to normal." Slade promised. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. "I'm going to fuck stupid ideas out of you."

Dick dropped the carrot, his little nose twitching.

------

Slade had a job to do. He had a job to do that he couldn't put off any longer but he also had his boyfriend turned into a bunny that didn't want to stay in the safehouse like a good boy (that he very much wasn't). Dick actually bit him when he tried to lock him up in the bedroom so Slade didn't have any other option than take Dick with him.

"Behave." Slade growled out when Dick began running around the rooftop they were placed on, two buildings away from where his mark was sitting. "I will let you fall if you decide to jump off."

Dick sent him a look that ever in a bunny body Slade was able to recognize as No, you won't but he did calmed down just a bit. Slade sighed again but trusted him to not die and came back to preparing his rifle. It was a simple work, just scaring his target a little which was the only reason why he allowed Dick to come.

He was able to put up with a lot of things but he didn't think he'd be able to survive Nightwing trying to mess up his contract as a fucking bunny.

Thankfully, Dick didn't try anything stupid this time. He ran around the rooftop a few more times, obnoxiously happy just to be outside after a few days of being forced to stay in the safehouse and then he jumped onto Slade's back and curled there for a nap.

"That's a really awful place to be right now." Slade told him, aiming.

Dick ignored him. So, Slade pulled the trigger and didn't even feel bad when Dick fell off of his back from the recoil force.

------

"Fuck! Fuck, that's Deathstro-"

The thug cut off sharply, his gaze focusing on the bunny perched on Deathstroke's shoulder. His friends stopped, alarmed by the way he froze and looked towards Slade as well.

One of them began to laugh.

"Shut the fuck up!" The first one hissed, punching him strongly in the arm.

Slade watched it all happen in a bored fashion, though he was beginning to get annoyed really fast. Dick nosed at his cheek through the mask.

"Sorry, sorry, I can't-!" He covered his lips with a hand though he continued laughing, so hard that he threw his head back. "I just-! Look at him!"

"I-I would prefer not to..." The second one mumbled, subtly moving back.

Slade lifted a hand, the one without a gun, to stroke lightly Dick's fur. The move only made the thug cackle more heavily.

"He has a fucking bunny on his shoulder! That's so cute!"

"Um, for the record, Mister Deathstroke..." The second one spoke up again. He lifted his hands in the air, body tensing all over when Slade focused his gaze on him. "I think you can do whatever you want to do and that- that your bunny is very cute!"

"Thank you." Slade said.

And then he shot the laughing thug right in the head.

------

"Deathstroke! Stop right there!"

Slade sighed. He did it a lot since Dick got turned into a fucking pet and he knew that if Dick were able to speak he would be pointing it out for him every time. But he wasn't. He was sitting silently on Slade's shoulder, like he did everytime they went out now, and for how little he was he attracted a lot of attention.

So of course Batman's little sidekick had to notice him as well.

"Run along, Robin." Slade advised, pulling out his sword. Dick nibbled at his mask in warning. "This late kids should be already in bed."

Robin scoffed but before he came up with any answer, he noticed the bunny on his shoulder. His eyes narrowed.

"Where is that bunny from?" He demanded.

"None of your business, kid."

"Give him to me!"

Slade blinked. That one he didn't expect, though he supposed it wasn't that surprising. Dick told him how much of an animal person young Wayne was and about the little zoo he's keeping at the back of Wayne manor.

"No."

Damian's face twisted, as if he actually expected Slade to just hand over the bunny.

"Give him to me!" He repeated, as if that would somehow change Slade's mind. Really, the only thing that was missing from the picture was him stomping his feet like a child he was.

Slade huffed. "Why would I do that? I'm not letting you steal my bunny."

"Steal?!" Damian echoed, agitated. "I'm not-"

That's when Batman decided to show up as well. He jumped down onto the rooftop next to Damian, his boots making a soft thud as they hit the concrete and Dick's ears flicked at the sight of him.

"Deathstroke." He growled out before taking him in properly. He blinked a few times. "Is that a bunny on your shoulder?"

Slade could just sigh again.

[scarletwinterxx]

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"It's one plane ride away, I'll be there in 3 months"

"That's 3 months too long" he grumbles, still pouting as he zips the last of his luggage. Mark hated being away for you, too many days and nights your time zone's don't line up. By the time it's morning for you, he'll be saying goodnight.

But now, things are about to change. This will be the last time you're saying goodbye to him for a long time but he doesn't know that. For now it's your little secret.

"It'll fly by fast, just like every other time. Now come here and give me cuddles, stop pouting like a kid" you tease him, opening your arms to welcome him.

Feeling his arms go around you, you further confirmed a fact you've known for years. The two of you can be continents away from each other, but your heart will always stay with one another. Mark really has become your home and in his arms are where you feel the safest and most loved.

"If you're sad then it's gonna make me sad, I don't want the last night to be all tears" you tell him, feeling his embrace tighten against you. He kisses the top of your head a few times before letting you go.

"You're right, sorry. No more sulking, it's just 3 months then you'll come to me" he smiles at you, the cute little dimple you love so much appearing on his cheek. You stand on your tiptoe to kiss it, savoring the warmth of him against your lips.

And you were right, the 3 months did fly by fast. Mainly because you were busy packing your apartment to move to another continent. You didn't keep much apart from your stuff and some of Mark's. It's kind of hard to travel with everything so you got rid of what you can.

The only person who knew you were coming was Johnny, who is currently waiting for you at the airport. Easily spotting the 6 foot Chicago guy from a distance.

"There she is! About time you got here, I don't think I can take another day of Mark whining about how much he misses you" he jokes, giving you a quick hug and taking your stuff to carry it himself.

"He doesn't know I'm coming, I'm suppose to fly out this weekend" you tell him while following behind

"Oh believe me I know, he won't let us forget"

You chuckle at his story, just thinking about surprising Mark makes you grin.

He dropped you off at Mark's apartment, you're familiar with the place since you've stayed here every time you fly over. What he doesn't know is you're here to stay with him for good.

It did took a lot of courage to make this decision but you didn't doubt it for a second. You know there's no other place you'd rather call home than where he is.

For a couple of hours you rested, cleaned the few dishes on the sink and picked up the towel he threw on the floor. A habit you knew he had, you've had that talk with him more than a few times and he always promises he won't do it again. You let him off the hook, for now.

You were in the bedroom when you hear someone by the door. Mark entered his place, tired from the whole day of work to notice the other pair of shoes by the door.

He threw his bag by the couch, along with his coat. He then walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, resting against the counter while he drinks and take a moment to look around.

This time he notices the dishes he was suppose to do this morning was gone. He brushed it off thinking he must've just forgotten he already did it. He then walked to the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was the towel that he definitely threw by the bed this morning. He remembers it because he's been thinking about it all day and how you'll be mad if you found out he threw it on the floor yet again.

He looks around, checking to see anything missing or different just in case someone broke in. But who would clean up if they're here to steal, he thoughts.

Mark then walks towards the bathroom to check, nothing there too so he walks back the bedroom. Just when he was about to go outside, you jumped out of your hiding spot to surprise him

"SURPRISE!"

"WHAT THE F- OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE" you didn't even get the chance to walk towards him because he's already running to you. Picking you up in an embrace.

"Is this for real or am I dreaming?" you hear him mumble

You giggle, patting him on the back so he could put you down. "This is real silly. I'm really here" you tell him.

He grabs you by the face and kisses you. As his lips lands on yours, he knew this was really real. You're actually here with him.

You can feel him smile against your lips, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. Too many days wish he was with you, now he's here and you're not going to let go that easily.

He walks backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. Landing on it gently with you still in his arms. You straddle his legs while the two of you get lost in each others kisses.

"Okay okay wait a sec" you giggle, pushing your lover away gently. Mark follows your lips though, kissing you a few more times before he lets you go but not too far.

"When did you get here?" he asks you

"Today, Johnny picked me up at the airport so I could surprise you" you tell him, your hands intertwine around his shoulders.

"I could've come and pick you up" he pouts.

Oh your sweet sweet boy.

You smile at him, rubbing your nose against his. Feeling like you're on cloud nine now that you're back together.

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise" you tell him, speaking of surprise you can't wait to see his reaction once you tell him your news.

"How long are you staying? I can take a few days off so we can go out" he tells you excitedly.

For you he would do just about anything. He can put his world on pause, stop everything for you.

"About that..."

"What? You can't stay that long?" he asks, already feeling sad but he tries not to let you see it.

"Actually, I'm not gonna go back" you tell him, not sure how to break the news to him either

"Huh?"

"Surprise number 2 I guess, I wanted to tell you for months now but I waited until everything is settled. So yeah. I'm here to stay, that is if you're looking for a roommate?" you ask

Mark didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, your words still processing in his mind.

"You mean you're staying here, with me ? Here? and you're not going to fly back? You're staying with me?"

You can't help but laugh lightly at him, pulling him closer once again to kiss him

"I'm gonna stay right here" you whisper, looking straight into his eyes.

"But what about your work? your friends? I can't ask you to leave your life there"

"Baby you're not asking me, I want to. I have friends here too, I can call my friends there and we can visit them. Plus you're my bestfriend. As for work, it just so happened they were looking for someone to relocate here to Korea. It was like fate wanted me to be here"

"Are you sure? I don't want you to give up everything, I don't mind the flights-"

"You do, I do. We both do. We just never said it outloud because we didn't want to be sad, but all I can think of when you're not around is how much I want to be with you. To be honest it's harder for me to be there than moving here where I know I could be with you"

He looks at you, trying to find the words to say

"Are you really really sure?" he asks again

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't. So you're stuck with me, for good" you tease a smile out of him

"It's hard for me too. It's the hardest when I'm so tired and I come back here and all I can think of is how much I want to come home to you. Every flight away from you was never easy"

"I know"

"So I guess this is your anniversary present?" he jokingly asks, you get off of his lap to stand up.

"It'll be hard to top this one" you joke

"I can just ask you to marry me" he says ever so casually, not missing how your cheeks reddened. You hit him lightly making your boyfriend laugh

"Hey, that's not fair"

"You're the one who's stuck me, you know I'm never letting you go now?"

"Good, cause I'm not going anywhere. Here's to 7 more years"

He smile at you before standing up to hug you again,

As you stare at each other eyes you can't help but feel this warm sensation in your chest. You really are home.

"I read somewhere that our cells change every 7 years or so" you mumble, he hums waiting for you to continue

"It's been 7 years since we first met, and until now I still feel the same way about you. I want every cell in my body to know what it feels like to love you, I want it to never forget how warm and lovely it feels it be in love with you. 7 years from now, 14 years and until the last cycle of this life, I want all of me to love all of you"

He stares at you, soaking each word coming out of your lips like a spell enchanting him. Making him fall even deeper in love with you.

"You know they say love isn't easy, but loving you is easy. It's like it's the only thing my heart and soul was made for. Every thought in my head, awake or even in my dreams, is always you" he tells you.

You can feel the tears starting to build up from too much happiness you're feeling right now.

"Wanna hear something crazy?" you mumble

"Do tell" he chuckles

"If you ask me to marry you right now, I'd say yes"

He smiles at you before closing the distance once again, like he just sealed a promise. Speaking a silent vow to make that come true, maybe tonight or tomorrow or 7 days/months from now. All he knows is he will live this life with you.

[auxiliuno]

Don’t be shy, make the post abt chris prince

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 | ○° ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵈⁱᶜᵏ ᵒʳ ⁿᵃʰ?

Synopsis: Chris agrees to give Manshine a little bit of motivation to win.

ᵀᵃᵍˢ: ᵈᵉᵍʳᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᵖʳᵃⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵉˣʰⁱᵇⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿⁱˢᵐ, ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐᵖⁱᵉ, ᵘⁿᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˣ, ˢqᵘⁱʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᵐᵃˢᵗᵘʳᵇᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ. ᴹᴰᴺᴵ!

"W-wait Chris, too fast!" You gasp, as he drills his hips into your sopping cunt. Juices leaked soaked the table under you, and dripped onto the cold tile floor. Chris's frame engulfed your smaller one, with his arms at each side of you. Panting, he looks up and smiles at his Manshine students. "You see her? Pretty ain't she?" He asks them, sweat dripping from his brow. He stoops down to kiss you, tongue forcing entry to your mouth, hungrily tasting you. "Agh, fuck darling, you taste so sweet," he says, in between your gasps and moans.

You don't even remember how you got into this situation; you remember your boyfriend telling you about how he's getting paid to be a mentor to some aspiring Japanese football players, with you offering to visit him while he works. The next second, you made an agreement with him to be a free use cum dumpster for his team if they won.

"How about we give them a better view?" He suddenly flips you over the table, making you face the group of men, watching you with bulges inside their pants. Some of them started palming themselves, others were watching intently with lust in their eyes: at your frame. You were the prize promised to them if they worked hard enough and won. Imaginations running wild at what they would do with you once they won. Your breath hitched in your throat and pussy got wetter at the attention. "Hm? what's this? You like me fucking you in front of other people baby?" Chris's hips relentlessly pounded into you, erotic slapping noises filling the room. "Showing them that you're a whore for my cock huh? You know the promise, if they win, I'll let them have a taste of your sweet pussy." Your cunt tightened around him as he said that, eliciting a deep groan from him. "Such a good little slut for me, showing them who this pussy belongs to." His hands were on your hips now, gripping them with such intensity that you were sure a bruise was forming.

One of his large hands came up and yanked your head back, causing you to arch against his broad chest. "Look at them, staring at you like hungry beasts." Chris growled. You were almost too fucked out to see; sweat coating your sweet body, perky breasts bouncing each time Chris rammed into you. From the tears and drools on your face, you make out the men's forms; their pants tightened painfully around their erections, desperately needing to release tension. "Won't you be a good girl and give them the release they need later?" He asked in a mocking tone; "None of them can fuck you as good as I do though." His voice dropping down an octave, preditorial and dangerous.

You could feel your high coming, body starting to spasm as tears roll down your cheeks. "I'll be a good girl Chris! So please let me cum!" He relished in hearing you beg. Grunting, he moves his hands to hold your arms behind you. "Shit, come on baby, cum on my cock and show them how good you are." As he says that, your cunt clenches around him painfully, squirting onto the table in front of you. You feel Chris stutter his hips too, his final thrusts becoming sloppy and out of rhythm. With one final slam against your ass, he releases his burning cum into you, leaking out of your pussy.

Staying in you for a few more seconds, he releases you and you slump against the cold table, breasts squishing onto the smooth surface. The whole scene looked like a panel from a hentai; men you didn't know watching you get fucked dumb on a cock and making a huge mess after. You were too tired to see that some of them already took their cocks out and stroked themselves to the sight of you cumming, and came as you did too. You could hear Chris in the back shuffling around, assuming he was cleaning himself up. He chuckles behind you, hand cupping your ass cheeks. "Enjoyed the show gentlemen? This is what you get if you perform good tonight." Too tired to stay awake any longer, you drift off to sleep, blissfully unaware of what the men were thinking about doing to you tonight.

Here it is! Chris being a total perv to you in front of his team, and you enjoying it :D

Thank you for reading and requesting! Have a good day.

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[wosoluver]

To undo a mistake

Part 9/17 - previous - next

Lena x Bayern Player!reader

"Good morning!" - You said as you sat down for breakfast.

"Good morning." - The girls said back in unison.

"I'm so tired. Thank god today is only a recovering session."

"Tactical planning too. Coach said we need to start building up the team around your playmaking decisions."

"When did he say that?"

"This morning. You have to stop arriving late everywhere."

"I am on time! I'm just the last to show up, on time!"

And it was the truth. You were always late, but always managed to make on the cusp of the time limit.

After breakfast and heading to training, which had been somewhat shorter than usual, everyone decided to spend sometime playing games or just chilling altogether.

You decided to go up to your room for a little bit. As soon as you were there you decided on calling Ana.

"Hey. Where are you?"

"Hi, I'm heading home, from training. The doctor said I can officially go back to training. Nothing too intense, but I can go back to participating on things. No playing yet though."

"Really?! This is such a good news. You'll be back to playing in no time, you'll see. Does that mean I have to give you rides to training everyday now?"

"I mean only if you want to.

How are you feeling since the game?"

"Somewhat worried. Coach wants to keep me in the middle field now, he wants me to focus on distributing the ball and deciding on plays."

"But why are you worried? This is good news, no? Your great at that!"

"It just feels like a big responsibility. As a forward I wasn't the only one, If I failed, there would always be someone else there. But if the whole team starts to depend on me to figure out what to do, If I fail the team will automatically drop in quality."

"Don't do this. Don't doubt yourself. You're one of the best in the team. I'm sure they wouldn't ask if they thought you couldn't do it."

"I know. I just worry about failing emotionally again. I won't have the space for that from now on."

"You've be-" - But before she could finish it, Lena came bursting through the door.

"Y/N! Aren't you coming down to..." - She trailed out seen you on the call. "Sorry."

"I'll call you later, yeah?" - Trying to get out of the situation as fast as you could.

"Let me know if you need anything." She said hanging up.

"Sorry, we are doing a ping-pong competition, and we're missing a player." - She was trying to keep all her feelings in, trying to keep them from showing.

"I was about to go down anyway. I'm teaming up with Syd, I want to win." - You said it joking around. Everyone knew Lena wasn't the best at ping-pong.

"So you and Ana seem close. You're always on the phone." - she said as you two were making your way down.

"Yeah. She gets me. We've both been going through some stuff lately." - you answered simply, not wanting to get on this topic with your ex.

Did you like Ana as more than a friend? Maybe. But you didn't want think about that yet. You had just recovered from your last relationship. And if you were to talk about it, it surely wouldn't be witn Lena.

After playing around for a bit you guys decided on having a break.

"Hey, I know your not the best at this, but your hitting the ball a little too hard." - Said Lea, to her team partner.

Lena didn't care much for her comment. She had spend the last half hour, arguing with herself about the stupidity of her jealous thoughts.

"Lena? Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah I just have something on my mind."

"Do you want to talk?"

"No." - she quickly stood straight. "I'm ready for the next round."

The closer you were getting to going home more excited you seemed. And for Lena, it was the complete opposite.

It was now Tuesday, and you got ready for the game. You were in the starting lineup this time.

After the anthems and the procedure to start the game, you were on your marks for the kick off.

We had the possession, first few minutes had you guys working hard already.

But at almost 4 minutes, Schüller had scored a header. You were coming through the midfield passing the ball to Linder who crossed the ball to Lea.

Both teams had a couple of chances of scoring. On the 22nd minute Eiriksdottir scored, the equalizer, assisted by Sveindís.

But soon she was fouled and couldn't stay on the pitch. It was bad news for her but good news for your team. She was one of their best players, so now you had somewhat of an advantage.

You didn't participate much on the plays after that. On with over 10 minutes for half time, Schüller scored once again, assisted by Bühl.

And than finally at the extra 3 minutes added to the first half, you were able to kick the ball towards the goal, but the ball went back and forth like a ping-pong, and Lena had managed to score.

As the referee blew the whistle you all went back to the locker room. On your way to the tunnel you felt someone jump on your back.

"We did it!" - referring to her comment from the last game.

"You did it. And for the first time you won at ping-pong."

"Haha" - she said ironically. "I'm serious."

"It wasn't actually an assistance. But yeah I guess."

Hello loveys we are 9 parts in and I have no idea when this story is gonna end. Once again I mainly used everything that actually happened in the game, just changed a little bit to fit the story.

[fanficwriterlover]

Undercover

18+ Readers Only

Chapter 3: Too Close for Comfort

Summary: You sustained and injury, but luckily alive and breathing. Ghost and you seem to be mutually getting closer yet like all missions, they get messy and well things seem to only escalate more.

Expectations:Blood, gore, torture, beating, punching, cutting,cursing, stitches, kissing, and more...

Pet-Names: Little Goddess and Aphrodite

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In a building that the team would be using, it was a large almost abandoned place, perfect to torture the man, discuss plans, and where the medic was stationed. Ghost immediately dropped you off there, the doctor inspecting your wound with Ghost looming nearby. The doctor had a personal tent with tons of equipment and lighting to handle anything. The doctor named Dr. Windsor, you knew him well from past experiences, he began with removing the wrap Ghost had done inspecting the wound but smiling gently reassuringly. "Didn't cut you deep luckily, I don't see any puncture. You'll be alright, definitely need stitches though." He started grabbing his string and needle to prepare as he started making you stand still with your head straight. You were looking at Ghost and he was back at you. The whole process was slightly painful, but you bit your tongue through it.

When the doctor finally finished he put a large bandage on it. "You're all done. Now give it about a week and it'll be gone, but-" this made Ghost say in a dark voice "But what ?" The doctor spun in his chair almost seeming to forget Ghost was standing there the whole time. "God damn, Lieutenant, about gave me cardiac arrest" he sighs out, earning a painful giggle as you went to reach for where it hurt at your neck. "As I was going to say, y/n, because of how deep that cut was, it will leave a mark-" you studied Dr.Windsor for a moment nodding your head slowly as he continued "However, I do have ointment that can make it go away-" you responded so fast you didn't realize how abrupt you were "No" Dr. Windsor simply looked at you as you covered your abruptness "No, thank you, it's fine. Thanks again Doc, I owe you that drink one day" You get off the table you were sitting on walking by Ghost as he watched you do so. The doctor than spoke to him.

Ghost looked at the doctor as he spoke "You know, I'm not a specialist when it comes to emotional feelings, but I can see how you look at her." Ghost eyes stared at the man as he continued "She is brave and beautiful, known her personally in the past." He glances in the Lieutenant's direction "She's already been through enough, don't hurt her more if you're not going to commit to those feelings." He frowned a bit at this statement wondering what he could mean by them, What exactly have you been through ? Ghost silently went out of the tent. You were making your way to the humvee they came from, he almost forgot you were wearing revealing clothes. He couldn't help but blush, it seemed so natural for you to wear something like this and not care who would see. You opened the backseat door then glance back at him "Will the team be coming back soon ?" He grunts avoiding making eye contact with you, opening the driver's door "Yeah, I'll take you back to the hotel if you want so you can rest." Tilting your head as you grab your coat putting it on before peeping around the door to look up at him "Lieutenant, won't you be needed to interrogate?" Ghost simply looks down at you, was the first time you used his rank to address him in such a different tone.

He considered his words "You're more important. I don't need you seeing this shit." You close the door of your backseat door leaning against the vehicle "Don't think I can stomach it ?" He looks away from your gaze, it was hard to say these words "I don't want you to see the other part of me." You raise a brow confused by this, he almost sounded as if he was two different people. You stayed silent for a moment. Then spoke softly "When your done, will you come back to the room ?" His eyes move back to you, you were grabbing your arm and squeezing it tightly, obviously from tonight you were scared. "Yeah, I'll come back Aphrodite" This nickname made you smile as you laugh softly, you were blushing as you pushed your wig hair back, the blood stained it still "I'll hold you to that Ghost" going around to the passenger side.

You allowed him to take you back to the hotel, escorting you briskly through the lobby, his large arms around you. Still playing the part as husband and wife. Getting into the elevator, he insisted still to take you personally to the door so he knew you were safe. The ride up was quiet until the dinging of the elevator door open. Stepping down the hallway making to your door, unlocking it and opening it to the bedroom that you were both staying in. Ghost was standing behind you as you walked in, then turned around to look at him, he was looking back down at you.

Ghost doesn't know how long the two of you were standing looking at each other but the next thing he knew he was embracing you tightly, your head burying into his chest. His arms easily wrapped around your whole body frame, you were delicate in his arms. Eventually you slightly pulled away, looking at where his lips were almost tempted to lift his mask, he took the hint. He lifted the mask up enough over the bridge of his nose revealing his thin pink lips, they had a cut on one side, and scars adorning his cheeks, jaw and neck. You got on your toes leaning up to meet his lips as he held you close kissing you back deeply.

His kiss was everything you imagined, it was addictive, slightly rough, needing, and passionate. The sensation of his touch and the way his lips encouraged yours to move was tasteful bliss. The kiss lasted for a long time, but eventually when you both pulled away you were left panting. Your eyes were hazy from the passion, he lowered himself enough tilting your head up slightly, holding the back of your neck gently, where he planted a gentle kiss over your bandage. This made you shiver. How can a man his size, be murderous, rough, intimidating, yet be so gentle to the touch. However, like everything, it had to come to an end. He looked down at you pressing his head on yours "I'll be back Lil Goddess" you laugh softly still panting, the nickname made you feel warm inside especially when it came from him. "I'll be waiting Lieutenant" Ghost furrowed his brows looking at your face pressed close to his, that's when he said it "Simon"

Taken back, you look up at him eyes wide processing what he said "W-What ?" You blinked your eyes at him for a moment as he chuckles from your surprised look "You can call me Simon when we are alone" His name...his real name. When Johnny and you talked he had told you that only Price knew what he looked like and he had suspicions Laswell did too. But he only ever showed to people he truly trusted and even THAT was hard to earn. Smiling at the thought made you feel special. "Simon..." You say his name almost testing it on your tongue, which he smiles at, his smile, you've never seen something so beautiful. One last kiss he eventually pulled away so he could get back to the team. He lowers his mask, nodding his head at you, as you closed the door in front of him slowly.

Once the door was closed and he heard the locks click, he started making his way down the stairs of the hotel. Already making his way back to the vehicle, getting in, his mind was thinking about kissing you. How he wished he could have stayed longer with you and held you. The sensation of your lips were lingering on his mind "Fuck..." he grumbled, now he was starting to catch feelings. This was what he was trying to avoid. He knew his line of work would interfere with his judgement let alone his ability to focus. The fact you got hurt under his watch was a reminder how much he should never have gotten closer to you. He didn't even realize he had arrived at the building the team was, he subconsciously drove himself here. Ghost was really on edge now, giving this man a good beating and torture was what he needed to let off steam. Everyone was gathered around the man Gusev who was bound to the chair only having a few bruises, nothing even comparable what Ghost was going to make him feel. Gusev seemed to haved noticed Ghost's arrival as Ghost made his way over, his teams eyes also looking at him. Soap spoke first "How's the little goddess doing ? " he asks in his Scottish accent Ghost seems to be eyeing the man bound to the chair as he answered "She's fine. Back at the hotel." Soap stepped to the side as Ghost approached the man who was laughing "Ah, come to torture me more ? You'll never get anything out of me. Hear that little whore got a lovely cut, too bad I wasn't able to make a clean cut of that pretty head-" before he could even taunt more, Ghost had been walking around the man until grabbing his hand and breaking it, the man screamed in agony, luckily they were in a locked room, it wouldn't be heard. Most of the team took their leave, even Price, when they all had left, it was just the man and Ghost. Ghost was circling him like a shark as he spoke "I'm not like them..." The man looked at him with wide eyes as Ghost began removing his gear. Ghost now was only his jacket, jeans and boots. He was removing his jacket though showing himself in just his shirt top, scars across his arms. The man seemed to be more shaken up, "The fuck do you want ?" he was getting scared Ghost concluded Haven't even fuckin started and already he gonna piss himself. Ghost removed his gloves exposing his bare hands, veins showing and cuts on them as well "You're going to tell me everything you know" His eyes glanced up at the bounded man cocking his head "Should any of your words sound so much as a lie, I'm going to break a piece of you, but you won't die..." he chuckles lowly using his deep voice "Nah, you see, you're gonna fucking suffer until I get everything you fuckin know, don't give a fuck whether its private or your dirty secrets." Ghost grabbed the man at the shirt "And I'm going to break you every fuckin way immaginable. No fuckin doctor going to be able to identify your shitty body." this obviously made the man pale, but it made him talking. An hour. Ghost brutally beat the man, even when he spouted every kind of information, he was using the man like a punching bag. Angered simply for everything that happened. Once he let out all his anger on the man, he was close to dead already. Ghost stopped his brutal pursuit walking out of the room with blood splattered over his arms, hands, shirt, mask, pants, and shoes. Everyone grimaced at the sight, even Price couldn't look at the brutally beaten man but he spoke up "Get anything out of him" Ghost simply walked over to the pipe line turning on the water rinsing off the blood from his hands and arms. He spoke "Yeah, he told me everything, we need to get a hold of Laswell." his tone was enough to make Price tell it was something serious so he began getting a hold of her while Ghost cleaned himself off not caring about the blood staining his clothes. No matter how much he scrubbed though under the water, he still couldn't get the words out of the man's last words before he beated him to a pulp...."We got a list....and that little Goddess on the top"

Thanks for Reading!

This one is much shorter...but I have so much planned for the next chapter. Stay tuned !

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The Winter Soldier/Avengers x reader

You ran as fast as you could along the streets on New York City, you could hear screaming and gunshots all around you.

You knew he wouldn't be far behind you, when it came to Hydra or the Winter Soldier they would kill everyone to get to you.

You found an alleyway and ran down it, hiding behind a trash can as you cried softly, covering your mouth so you wouldn't be too loud.

Suddenly someone grabbed your wrist painful tight and yanked you from your hiding place.

The soldier slammed you against the wall as you cried out in pain, his blade plunged into your abdomen as you screamed.

You cried softly as he stared into your eyes.

He dropped you onto the ground and you fell into a heap, crying in pain before the solider slowly walked away out of the alleyway.

You curled up in the alleyway as you gripped your side and tried to stop the bleeding.

You continued to cry until you saw someone rushing down the alleyway towards you.

"Hey, stay with me. Tony, I've got a wounded hydra agent." He said as you looked up and noticed it was Captain America.

"I can't go back." You whispered as he slowly picked you up, causing you to cry out in pain.

"It's okay, just try to relax and focus on me." He said, walking out of the alleyway.

You were confused why he was being so kind to you even though you were a Hydra agent.

You began to cry even more as you gripped onto his arm.

"I don't want to die... Please." You begged as he looked down at you sadly.

"You won't die, you'll be okay." He said as you rested against his body and closed your eyes.

"The soldier... He won't stop." You muttered, partially rambling from loss of blood.

"You're talking about Bucky, aren't you?" He said as you looked up at him.

"Bucky..." You whispered, only now finding out the winter soldiers real name.

Tony finally caught up with Steve and took you from him.

"Keep her in our infirmary, she knows things about Bucky." Steve said as Tony nodded and flew you back to the tower.

He gave you over to Bruce who restrained you to a bed and got to work making sure you didn't die.

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When you woke up again, both your arms were restrained to the bed as you groaned, the sedation wearing off.

You looked beside you to see Steve and Tony talking.

When Steve saw you were awake he came over and smiled.

"I'm Steve by the way." He said as you smiled a little.

"I didn't really have a name... It was just Agent Eight. But... I don't know you can come up with a name." You said making him chuckle a little.

"How about Lacy? I watched a movie with a character with that name and she reminds me of you." He said making you laugh softly.

"Lacy is perfect. Why aren't you more hostile towards me? I mean I'm a hydra agent." You muttered, right from the start Steve had been kind and you didn't understand why.

"I don't know... When I saw you, I didn't see a hydra agent. I saw a girl scared to die." He muttered as you nodded a little.

"Well, thank you. I'm sure you have a lot of questions." You said before Tony practically burst through the doors.

"Damn right we do! And you're going to answer them or I'll hurt you!" He said as Steve groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Tony, she's cooperating." Steve said as Tony looked at him and then to you.

"Oh, right. Well, that's good." He said, his demeanour completely changing making you chuckle softly.

"So, what was Hydra's goal tonight? Why did they reveal themselves to everyone and try to kill at random?" Tony asked as you sighed.

"I don't know the full extent, but it was something to do with a show of brutality and power and a distraction for something else... I had it planned for months, that I would escape while all of it was happening. One agent saw me escape and ordered the solider to kill me." You explained as they nodded.

"Did you know Bucky?" He asked as you looked at him sadly.

"Not much... We didn't work together that much, I mainly worked as a medic. But, I knew he was an important part to hydra, I also knew he was one of the hardest to break. Even after all those years he still had memories...they tortured him more than anyone." You replied as Steve looked away for a moment, you knew it would've been hard for him to hear this about his long lost best friend.

"He escaped the agents apparently after he tried to kill you he cut out his chip and went missing." Tony said as you nodded.

"Well, that's good... It gives you guys a good chance to find him." You said as Steve nodded, Tony looked at you in thought.

"I don't get it... You're so normal. I expected you to be cold hearted or at least traumatised." He muttered as you chuckle softly.

"Well... My life has been traumatic since the moment I was born, I guess I just learnt how to act when I needed to. I acted submissive and obedient in Hydra to avoid punishment, and now with you guys I'm acting mature and informative so you can get the answers you need. I've acted like somebody else for so long I'm not sure who I am... But, I think somewhere in there I'm just a scared little girl begging for forgiveness for what I've done." You replied as they both looked at you sadly.

"That's understable. We're here to help you, Shield captured a few other Hydra agents. But, for now we'll keep you here and try our best to make everyone think you're dead." Steve said as you nodded and smiled.

"Thank you..."

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Lucie is cold, and bleeding, and the monster is gone but there is nothing she can do. Adrenaline keeps her away but, as soon as it crashes, she knows she will succumb.

To the cold, to the blood loss, to the failure.

She is dying alone, and it is meaningless. Carol will throw Emi to the monster again, Benito will not care, Diego and Luis and Jeffery are too far away to save her… The monster… Oh, god, the monster - it is going to take them, too. She will die alone and for nothing and soon Diego and Emi and all of them will join her too.

"Lucie?"

She thinks, on the breeze, she might hear someone call her name. It is a dying hallucination - it must be.

"Lucie!"

Maybe whatever god exists has granted her mercy, letting her hallucinate Diego one last time. Even if Diego is crying… But of course he is, because he and everyone else is about to die.

"Meu Deus, Lucie…" she can almost smell him. "Wait. Jeffrey! Jeffrey, help, she's still alive!"

Not for long, though; she knows it will not be long. The adrenaline keeping her heart going is leaking out of her wounds and into the snow. The pain makes her delirious, makes her see things she does not.

Lets her feel a warm hand on her cheek and harsh ones on her chest, something tight against her leg. She is in pain, she is in agony, and her mind has tricked her into not being alone.

"Lucie, can you hear us? Lucie!"

But he's only a hallucination, and Lucie does not want to stay.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much… She's already failed, why won't it just let the pain end? Why won't it leave her be?

/The ice/ says a voice that sounds suspiciously like Diego. /People bleed slower in the cold./

Lucie doesn't think she wants to bleed slower - she wants to bleed fast, so she can die, so she can finally put an end to the pain.

For a moment she thinks she gets it, but then there is another sharp pain that shakes her core. Reality comes in flashes, barely understood; a blue coat, lights, yelling- She tries to call to the voices, to ask for Emi. Someone terrified slams a hand over her mouth, and she forgets to breathe.

A crackling radio, hysteria, something heavy pressed against her. She doesn't understand, she hurts and she hurts and its no longer cold but why hasn't she died, why won't the world just let her die and for a while the world fades out, but then there's Emi screaming her name and Diego stroking hair from her face and Benito throwing a fit over the amount of blood on her coat as he pulls out a needle and thread, and Lucie almost wishes it was real.

It isn't real, it isn't, the monster took her - she's a dead woman… not walking, but lying.

There's arguing all around her. There's screaming and yelling and she grabs the nearest trouser leg to try get attention.

It's Diego - ways Diego - who answers.

"Lucie?" He drops to his knees beside her, voice caught in a sob. "Lucie, Lucie, you're okay, we've got you, you're okay, what do you need?"

The words blur and she doesn't quite understand, especially when they're not in her own French.

Its hard, its impossible, but she must - she shakily presses a finger to her lips and pretends she cannot taste the blood.

It takes Diego a moment, before he turns and does his best to yell "I'll do it just be quiet!"

Lucie doesn't want Diego to leave, but he does, and she thinks, maybe, that dying alone might be kinder than hallucinations who abandon her.

They don't, however; Jeffrey takes the radio and Luis watches Mikael, and Emi is still clinging to her hand. Benito's hand is also taken by the girl, and his free one pokes bandages around her chest.

Lucie screams, and the world is black, and she thinks - finally!

But then reality crashes back, and she's being carried in arms she doesn't understand, and the carry must be real for she screams as footsteps shake her, but perhaps it is the monster back again, here again, unsatisfied with his larder and so moving her instead.

The jolting, the pain, being passed to someone - more yelling. So much more yelling, and agony as things are pressed to her wounds and her face and perhaps the monster means to smother her, but at least it means it is not touching the others.

The others, the others, who should not be here - who need to run and run and run and never look back because they are being chased and chased and don't they know they're all dead, all dead, all so so dead, but they //need. To. Run.//

A prick on her arm, and another scream - even if she is a failure, maybe she can bait the monster away and -

And Diego is there, and Emi, and Luis, and Jeffrey, and Benito… No Carol, no Mikael, and Lucie isn't sure that she cares.

There's more yelling and more loud noises, and the haze that is Lucie understands none of it, and the longer it goes on the more the haze grows.

Lucie doesn't remember the rest of it, just Diego and Emi sobbing, and that, perhaps, is how it always should have ended anyway.

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Lucie wakes in a bed, with beeping all around. Diego is right there, at her side, more bandage than man but grasping her hand none the less. It is bright, too bright, but the world is only what it is.

Diego seems asleep, clutching her hand. Looking… Jeffrey lies in the next bed, Luis passed out on the floor between them.

And Lucie…

Lucie is covered in wires, and pain, and a blur, but she knows where she must be. She's… not dead? And Diego is hurt, but right here! They're safe, they're safe, they're safe, but where's Emi?

The panic comes back as soon as the thought occurs, dulled by the painkillers but still impossible to ignore. She wants to wreathe, to run, to find the girl and they need to get away before it comes back and-!

The beeping gets louder.

A doctor - not Bonito, someone she has never seen before - appears. He asks her things and she thinks she answers, he adjusts wires and makes notes and she doesn't understand. Diego is woken up - he looks exhausted - and clings to her hands, making her promises she doesn't think he can keep, as she panics.

When the doctor leaves, he pulls her into a hug, and sobs into her hair.

"Where's little brat?" she asks, shaking in his hold. "Where are we? What- I was dead, what happened?"

Diego holds her tighter, tucking her close and it isn't /safe/ but its /safer/.

"Benito took her to get food," he says. "It's okay, you're okay, we found you - Jeffrey and I got the bleeding under control, and Luis carried you back. Its… Its bad, but its okay! You're going to be okay."

With a shaking hand she touches one of the bandages on Diego's face.

"There were more infected," he takes her hand from his face, and gently holds it in his own. "It's okay, we got away. Well… Mikael and Carol didn't, but…"

"Fuck them," she whispers. "Fuck them both, fuck all of them." "Yeah," Diego agrees. "Even Jeffrey agreed to shoot them by the end."

Lucie feels light, feels giddy. The laugh bubbles forth, first a giggle, then a shriek, as stress pours from her soul into the void. "I was dying," she laughs. "I- I- I was dying, and Carol was going to kill Emi, and- and-"

The laughter gives way to sobs, and a door slams open. In marches the little brat herself, eyes wide and shaken as she clutches Benito with one hand, and a milkshake in the other. Benito seems much more relaxed, but for the glasses that hide his eyes - there's a large bag of MacDonalds over his elbow, and he tosses it at Diego.

"Lucie!" he calls. "See, Diego, I told you she'd live."

Diego flips him off, and leans over to wake Luis up.

Lucie is quickly distracted by Emi throwing herself on the bed, the girl scrambling desperately until she's pressed against Lucie and gripping her tight. Lucie surpressed the yells, the pain it causes, and hugs her back.

"You okay, little brat?" Lucie tries to soften her voice. "Did the dumb dumb doctor look after you?"

"Don't you dare do that again!" Emi screeches. "You're not- Dad's- you're not allowed to do that again!"

"I wasn't going to let you die," Lucie holds her. "We look after you, ok?" "No!" Emi sobs. "No, not okay!"

"Eh, chill out, she woke up so she's fine," despite his dismissive words, Benito is soft as he pets the top of Emi's head. "Well she's missing a leg, and her spine is fucked so she's probably losing the other one too, but its not like she can't live without legs. Will probably be faster on wheels than trying to run. So she's fine."

"Benito!"

Lucie isn't sure which of Diego or Luis - or Jeffrey, newly awake but looking very out of it - the screech came from. She doesn't really care, the reality not crashing in yet. All she can do is laugh at the flippant tone Benito says it in, like telling someone their cat got hit by a truck - or, no, a normal person wouldn't sound like that then either, so like someone telling you there's a bug in your hair. It's not right, it's not how anyone should say it, but in the short time she's known him it is so /very/ Benito.

Some idiot doctor she barely knows but who has survived hell with her just flippantly has told her she'll never walk again, and all she can do is laugh and think, perhaps, not walking is a small price for being alive with her Emi and her boys.

Because they are /hers/ now, if the universe wants them from her they can tear them from her cold, undying hands.

It will hit her later, the mess of her situation, in the dark and the alone, but for now she laughs in defiance of a world that tried to kill her. She grasps it with her teeth, just like teeth bit into her, and may not be a hero, but she won't let it win.

---

It will be many, many months before Lucie will be okay, but she will. The flat she and Diego share will need to be sold, but Luis' Abuelita will open up her home to all six of them strays. Lucie will get her own room on the ground floor, Emi on the first, and the boys all share the basement. Most nights, however, everyone will end up in Lucie's room - and nobody will mind.

Diego will help her up, and Abuelita will make them all breakfast, and Lucie will wheel herself out to the garden. She will drink wine and laugh and watch her Emi and her boys. Jeffery will be helping with the flowerbeds, while Benito heckles him instead of reviewing his textbooks. Luis and Diego will drag Emi into a game of catch, and Lucie will cheer for her girl.

At least, until a throw will be missed; Lucie will catch it and return it, and will join them - one hand to the controls for her wheelchair, the other to catch the ball.

There will be nightmares and horror and days she can feel the glove on her wrist or pain in a leg no longer there or the break in her spine will be agony, but those are not the only days for her future.

There will also be family, and love, playing ball in the garden and teaching Emi French and late nights on the patio where she falls asleep beneath the stars and in the arms of her boys. Benito will train to be licensed in Mexico, Jeffrey will get a job at a new pizza place closer to their new home. Diego will research and use the hush money to find parts of the world she can still explore, and they will go together - and never out of signal range.

Luis will see his grandmother again, and Emi will have a new home. They all will have a home, in each other, in blood.

Lucie may not remember being saved, but she remembers how it felt to die afraid and cold and alone and believing you had failed everything in your life forwards.

Lucie will look at her future, then, and for the first time in many years see hope.

[reasonsmandy]

Always yours, Eddie Roundtree

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @eddiesaurora — maybe a fic where y/n is eddie/warren/grahams significant other and y/n gets sick (like on tour or something) and one of them takes care of y/n (fluff based!!!)

✧.* summary — Even if you tried to fight it, being on the road wasn't always easy, especially when you ended up getting sick. But he would do anything to see you better.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 1.4k

✧.* 🎸 — eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I thought this one is so adorable, I hope you like it too. 🫶🏾

Being on tour was already exhausting, of course the gratification of seeing your work being recognized and sung by the fans was incredible, but you couldn't deny that catching a bad flu wasn't the scenario you were looking for. It was horrible to stay upright since the unusual sensation took over your body, your eyes hurt from being kept open too long, your muscles ache even though the crowd's adrenaline rubbed off on you every night, you were trying to hide it through the last few cities you passed but it was becoming more and more difficult.

You apply makeup under your eyes to mask the dark circles under your eyes that seem to get worse every day, taking advantage of the fact that you were probably the only one awake at that time of the band. Fixing your hair with the strength you need to lift a lot of weight, it was bizarre how fragile you became when you were sick like that, even if you didn't like to admit it. 

You put your leather jacket on your body, your eyes on the clock on the wall of the van, but your body freezes when you notice that you had slept too much and it was very likely that even Daisy had arrived at rehearsal by now. You hurried as fast as you could, but it felt like your body was sabotaging you and your surroundings were in slow motion only to make you even more late.

When you finally gain access to the stadium where you were playing that night, your friends' eyes stare at you. Eddie is quick to drop his bass and run over to where you are, his hands stroking up and down your arms in concern. 

“Where were you? You scare the hell out of me.” He says hugging you to his body, kissing your temple tenderly. “You're never late! Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“Hey babe, it's okay, I'm okay.” You hug him back, your body rooting for him to keep you there. “I just lost track of time. It's okay.”

He detaches his body from yours, holding your face in his hands, a way to observe you better. You could see the worry in his eyes, and you wanted to somehow reassure him that you were okay, even if it was a lie.

“Princess, you look pale.” He says, frowning. “Come here.” He holds your hands gently, helping you to sit on the stage stairs.

“You good nena?” Warren asks from his drum kit when he sees you looking down. You just nod, he goes back to talking to a girl who works backstage.

“Sunflower you look ill, come on, you need to rest.” Eddie says, holding your hand as he looks carefully at you. “You told me you were going to rest after Pittsburgh.”

“I'm fine, I can play today, don't worry.” You say, but he was unable to complete the sentence as a cough emanated from your throat. “I swear, I can do this tonight.”

“My girl, you can't, yesterday you needed more  pills to sleep.” He strokes your cheek, as if begging you to consider. “Let's go back to the van, Daisy has you covered on the keyboard, I already know what I'm going to play, it won't make any difference if I spend the afternoon taking care of you.”

“Eddie… I don't know.” You say tired, trying hard not to close your eyes.

“It won't kill you to rest for a day, come on, wait for me outside. I'll let them know.” Eddie kisses your lips tenderly, you let him take care of you.

“Okay, can you tell them I'm sorry I couldn't make it today?” You ask, getting up with your bag and then sneezing.

“Of course, my one, I will.” He kisses your forehead, and you make your way outside.

Eddie puts away his bass and everyone looks at him in question. “Guys, Y/N hasn't been feeling well for a few days, she won't be able to perform today. I'll spend the afternoon taking care of her.”

He senses Billy turning to complain about his absence, as if that would affect him too much. “I've already done my soundcheck, there's no discussion.” He says directly to the older Dunne. 

“Tell her to rest, and if she needs anything we're here for her.” Daisy says, blowing Eddie a kiss affectionately. 

“That's right Roundtree, I hope she gets better.” Rojas says, holding out his drumstick to him.

You snuggle into the not-so-comfortable mattress, trying to sleep but the pain in his muscles was very irritating, the door to your "room" opens and you look up to see who has entered.

“How are you, baby? Feeling better?” He says tucking himself into the blanket, you notice he has a bag in his hands. “I brought you more medicine and some sweets, now here let me snuggle you so you can sleep better.”

“Thank you so much, babe.” You whisper, already feeling your body relax against his. You kiss him, feeling the strands of his hair between your fingers. “You didn't have to, thank you for doing this for me.”

“I just want to see you well, it was killing me to see you weak like that.” He pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head multiple times. “Sometimes you have to understand that you can rest, you know? You deserve it, even more so when we're on the road like this, our immunity becomes more vulnerable and I don't want to see you bad. You get it?”

You feel his hand stroking your hair, and you snuggle closer to his body, feeling his comforting scent. He takes a bottle out of the bag and hands it to you along with a pill he had bought.

“Here my love, to ease your pain and you can sleep better too, don't worry about the time my love it's time to rest.” You take the item from his hands and drink it, snuggling closer and closer to him as your body relaxes with sleep.

You don't know exactly when you slept, but it was indeed one of the best sleeps you've had in a long time. When you stretch out in bed still waking up, the window outside revealed that it was already night, probably the time when your show would start. Sitting up in bed, you see a note hanging on the closet, which makes you get up to see what the paper contained. 

“I hope you were able to rest my love, I'll be back as soon as we finish the show, don't worry I'll be thinking about you the whole time and of course, I'll play all the songs for you.”

Always yours, Eddie Roundtree.

You roll your eyes at how adorable he was, remembering that months ago you had seen a movie together where the couple left notes for each other and you thought it was very cute, without thinking that he would come and do that to you. You put the paper away in your things with care, going to take a shower.

You can hear from the shower the noise that the band always brought with them when they returned from the show. You knew that today the party would be in Rojas' room, so your rest was guaranteed until then. You wrap yourself in a towel when Eddie opens the door to your hotel room, putting on his shirt to welcome him.

“Oh look at her, you look much better now that you rested my love.” He goes towards you, wrapping you in a hug.

“You left a note for me, huh?” You say putting your arms around his neck, sealing his lips with pecks. “Thank you for taking such good care of me, I don't deserve you.”

“You deserve so much more, cutie” He hugs you, throwing you on the bed and tickling you. “Did the medicine help you?”

“So much, my body is getting better.” You say, opening your arms, looking at him tenderly. “But I would still take a few days off.” you joke.

“So that's what you're gonna do my pretty one, You will rest until you feel better.” He kisses you once more, stroking your hair. “Now come on, choose a movie so I can tell you everything that happened at the show while we pretend we’re watching.”

You laugh and hug him, feeling at home in his embrace. “I'll be back in a minute.”

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Okay, so what you have to understand is that Jack Kidd did not want to be Air Exec. At all. That was for someone who didn't get the rush every time his wheels started picking up speed. And that wasn't him.

Yeah, he knew he'd likely die up there in the air. He's not a fool. He's a sharp realist. Forts are slow. Fighters are fast. They'll be bombing in clear daylight.

When he goes up the first time and makes it back, he's sweat the pomade from his hair (he won't be the last), but he's also come back.

So, when he finds out that fucking Cleven has gotten Egan out of Air Exec duties, and his own name is now on the list, he's ready to punch someone. Two someones. Right fucking there in the mess hall.

All that stops him is that Egan clearly didn't mean to do this to him. They get one another, Jack and Bucky. But also, Jack wants to drown Bucky is his coffee cup most days. Because as much as he loves the thrill and danger of his wheels going faster and that 10-man fortress going into the air, it only works as well as it does because of military discipline.

And on the list of things Bucky Egan does NOT have and had definitely NOT enforced amongst the men, is military fucking discipline.

But also, Bucky has taken Jack's boys from him. He's got a co-pilot, a navigator, and all his gunners who are gonna get handed over to someone new or--worse--broken up, and Jack wants to spit nails.

He goes to the new Colonel ready to fight to stay in a fort. The new Colonel sees his face and says, "Ah, you must be Major Kidd. Do you want to go first or should I?"

Jack's knocked sideways because Harding's question is sincere. He wasn't expecting that. The few career military men he's met have been, well, fucking insufferable.

"Go ahead, Sir," Jack says. Because military discipline.

And the Colonel explains. Yes, he wants Kidd to take over for Egan, and yes, he was recommended, but also, Harding's done his reading, and he truly believes no one but Kidd can pull together the 100th in the way that they already know they're going to need.

"We need a man on the ground with a good head on his shoulders. Same we need a man in the air who can keep those boys in formation."

"And you think Egan is the guy who can keep them together up there?" Jack says. No snide tone. No sneer. Just a question. He's intrigued.

"You need someone who won't ever admit it's as bad as it is," Harding says. "Half the battle is the men believing you."

Jack considers that. Chews on it long enough that Harding gets up and pours them both a cup of coffee.

"How do you take it?" Harding asks.

"One sugar if we've got it," Jack says.

Harding drops in one sugar and brings it over. Jack sips it. He thinks a little more. "Okay," he says. "But my boys--"

"We'll find a new co-pilot for your co-pilot," Harding says. "I wouldn't dare break them up more than I absolutely have to."

"And you absolutely have to?"

Harding nods slowly. There's sympathy in his eyes. "I really think I do, Major. I really think you're it."

Jack looks out the window at the runway and thinks about the thrill of his wheels going faster and faster until there's enough power that his fort lifts into the air. He mourns in for a moment, that feeling. But in its place, already, is something new. Something important. "Okay," he says. "I'll try it out."

*

He tries it out. He hates it. But he can also see no one else can do it. Not because he's especially good at paperwork or plans, but because it's a job that needs a steel spine but a soft heart.

And, well, that might be Jack.

He can discipline with the best of them. But he also knows them, all these boys. He knows the fear and thrill and worry and ecstasy of being up in that fort and coming back. Harding gets him on a couple more missions as something like an apology for taking all those feelings from him. It's risky as hell. Letting the Air Exec fly his own fort with his own boys until they find a co-pilot who fits.

So, he can discipline, but he can also understand. When you've nearly sobbed over the radio because the men to your left and right have gone down and there were no chutes, you have to let it out somehow. Jack's one of several kids with a family with much of the same. Those Cleveland Catholics don't fuck around. Sometimes the only way to get those feelings out is a punch out with an RAF man behind the pub (and goddamn Curt can punch like a champion). Sometimes it's loud singing after curfew. Or taking complaints from villagers because the friendly invasion bonded by pissing into a post box.

And sometimes it's knowing full well who pulled the prank and pretending like he can't possibly solve it.

"This has Payne's fingerprints all over it," Harding says to Jack one morning as they stare at a hand-drawn map of the world that has been tacked over their usual map in the tower, each country somehow wearing an impressive phallus (points for Bubbles not taking the easy route with just slightly reshaping Florida).

"Oh, absolutely," Jack says. "But he didn't sign it, so who knows which navigator possibly could have done this?"

And Harding pauses, then he laughs, and then he pats Jack on the back. "You make a good point," he says.

And if the world map ends up in the officer's club, well so be it. The Red Cross girls have seen and heard worse, and they end up making it even funnier when a few of them who know their geography start adding tributaries to rivers.

And then Rosie Rosenthal shows up just as everything goes to absolute shit. Buck goes. Then Bucky. Then Rosie's the only one to come back from Munster, and Jack takes the interrogation himself. He can't make himself assign anyone else. It isn't fair. They agreed to take notes in a crowded, rowdy room of boys. Not this. Not trays of undrunk rum. Not even a whole crew because two are injured and one's dead.

And then Rosie Rosenthal goes to the flak house, and Jack wonders if he'll actually come back. How do you get back in a fort after the one, two, three of those missions?

But he does.

And that's when Jack knows he's where he should be. He knows he couldn't come back from what Rosie's been through. But he knows he's the guy who might get that guy to 25.

And he does.

And then Rosie reups, and when Jack finds out, he punches him in the stomach. To his credit, Rosie grabs Jack by his lapels and yanks him to the floor and punches him in the jaw.

"Where fucking else could I be, Jack?" He asks thirty seconds later as they lie side by side and pant through the pain.

"Fucking HOME."

"I'm already fucking here. I won't put this shit on someone else's son."

Jack sighs and rubs his jaw and thumps Rosie on the arm, but not enough to be a threat. "Goddamn you, Rosenthal," he says because he feels a kinship in his bones. Because he feels the same. He can't let anyone else take this fucking awful job from him. Can't put anyone else in this spot to count how many boys don't come back. "If you die before the war ends, I'll kick your ass when I see you in hell."

"I'll keep the fire going," Rosie promises. "How's Harding?"

"a little more alive than last week," Jack says. "He might be a bigger fucking idiot than you."

"How do you figure? He can't re-up his gallbladder."

"No, at least you're not ignoring you're being a fucking idiot."

And Robert laughs and gets off the floor and pulls Jack up after him, and they go and have a drink at the officer's club. And when Rosie announces he's staying, he throws an arm around Jack's shoulder, and it helps, a little, to have that arm there while he's the guy who had to tell everyone they got pushed to 30.