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Not your wife
Synopsis: The walls of the Gojo estate were big as always. The atmosphere cold like before, more than ever since the sudden end of Gojo Satoru's and your honeymoon. And the meeting with the higher-ups was coming near...
Or: Satoru Gojo doesn't even know how attached he will grow to his wife yet.
Pairing: Gojo x reader, 6200 words Masterlist
Contains: arranged marriage, generational trauma, jujutsu clans and higher ups, much Angst (I'm saying, MUCH angst!) Angst to comfort at the end, after this part will come more, but this will be the end of their introduction to each other
A/n: Alright it took awhile, but I still hope you will like it and it will be worth the wait for you! Like always I'm happy about any comments, they make seriously my day <3
Gojo Satoru was always the strongest and most powerful man in jujutsu society, you knew that.
You heard stories when you were a kid. Your father remembering the meetings with the Gojo Clan more than your birthday. And he was always fascinated by this boy with these absurdly godlike talent.
And then there was his daughter. You didn't have any talent. No, you didn't have the power to make any adult cower before you.
And you were a girl.
It was only natural your father forgot you or at least tried to. Then how could he look at his child and see that he was not the one his Clan prioritized, because he didn't have a worthy heir.
You were an only child, much to your parents dismay. Your father was… Well he couldn't have more kids. You could still see the doctors, and the screams of your father. The crying of your mother. You were six, when you realized you were doomed.
Doomed as the girl who ruined her father's life and name.
It could have been worse. Your parents didn't treat you too bad. They mostly left you in the hands of the maids and Servants. You ate alone since your eighth birthday. Your father couldn't stand eating and looking at you and your mother didn't want to be alone with you.
But it wasn't the worst. They didn't hit you or anything like that. They were frustrated, of course and they still are, but they knew you could still be useful to the Clan. And you knew that one day you would have to marry some man, hopefully a clan leader, to make up for the fact you weren't a boy.
Your mother did teach you personally. And even if she just did so you could get a husband, it still showed she cared.
You didn't live like the golden boy Gojo Satoru.
No, you knew he was special since your father told your mother and you that 'this one boy could be the rising of the jujutsu society to a new level!'.
Your Status was so different from his, you could laugh.
There was one time you saw him, before you two married. And of course that wasn't in the arrangement time, he didn't show up to meet you personally, but it was at a Clan meeting a couple of years ago.
How old were you? Fourteen? Maybe even fifteen. And your parents were arguing about if you should even come with. Your father was livid. 'How could I show myself, when she is there to remind everyone?' he yelled.
But your mother insisted that you should show yourself to start leaving an impression. 'She has to find a husband.' your mother was ice cold. 'And she has to start young. Don't you want a connection to the Gojo Clan?'
'As if Gojo.' He looked at you and that was the first time you had heard him laugh. 'As if she and Gojo…'
The difference between you and Gojo was always clear to you. And you knew that everyone else knew too. But your mother pushed through and took you with her. The ride was silent and you could stil see the empty eyes of your father.
His ego was so easily bruised.
As you made your way into the big estate of the Clan, you could feel the stares of the maides and the servants. Even they knew what you were. Who you were. And why your parents scowled as they came with you.
'So lovely to meet you.' Mrs. Gojo had that same smile you would see on her years later. And when you thought about it, she and your mother had tension between them even back then.
'And who is that beautiful lady?' she smiled at you, her hair was perfect, her dress made perfectly for her. She was a lady in power. But everything was only held together by the pretty golden ring on her ringfinger. Pretty but heavy, you knew that even back then.
'Our oldest daughter.' you father held up this nothing saying face but you could see his frustration.
'And your only one.' Mr. Gojo spoke up behind his wife and had the same but more smugly smile as he looked at your father. And you didn't miss the clenching of your father's teeth.
'Where is the young Gojo boy?' of course even back then your mother searched the control in the situation. And she always did a good job in directing the tension into a different direction.
'Oh, he is out playing.' Mrs. Gojo waved her hand. 'Some of his friends came by.'
He was out playing. His friends visited.
That was the moment you first really realized just how much different you lived. You had to beg to go outside, to attend meetings. He could just leave when his friends asked for him. Hell, he was allowed to play with friends! It was almost surreal how such an important figure had such a normal relaxing life.
'You can join them of course?' Mrs. Gojo smiled at you. Not much later you were send outside into the little yard of the estate.
Gojo laughed with some kids. They were running around, made dumb jokes you didn't understand and furthermore didn't talk to you. You were the weird stuck up girl to these boys and boys shouldn't talk to girls. That was stuck in their dumb teenage brains.
But in Gojo's eyes was something that ticked you off. This look of knowing. Maybe it was your paranoia but even back then you were sure of it, that he understood your different status and what it meant.
So you couldn't say you were that surprised.
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"How was your Honeymoon, my Lady?"
You tried to smile as you looked at Hina. She was smiling softly and only now you realized just how much you missed her. The cold walls of the big house were not missed.
"Lovely." you held your things close to yourself, most of your baggage already brought into your room. The uber behind you drove away, now that you were back home. If you could really call it that.
"You look exhausted?" she didn't miss the eye bags under your eyes. But they weren't hard to miss, after all every night was a fight.
"Just missed my own bed." you moved, Hina taking some things from you. Your steps steady, determined.
"Is that why you came back so abruptly?"
You couldn't help but stop in your tracks. And you wished that was the reason. But it wasn't. It was also not the reason your husband wasn't in the uber with you. It wasn't the reason why you longed for your own room.
"Yeah. Just was a bit exhausted." you smiled at the lovely girl in front of you. "Will you excuse me?"
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"My lady?" Hina's voice was soft, like it was scared to speak to loudly. "Dinner is ready and Mr. Gojo is waiting for you."
Your room was dark, the curtains closed and your back to the door. Since hours you were laying in your bed trying to sleep, to relax like those nights when you slept well. But it didn't work, nothing worked.
"I will be there in a minute."
You heard her steps distancing from your room. And with a heavy feeling you stood up. Your gaze dropping to your night table. The hairpin of your mother laying there, neatly. So put together.
Next to it the letter of the higher-ups. It reminded you of the following Friday. The meeting that was waiting for you.
And the husband that was waiting for your presence.
It wasn't easy to get up, to take all these steps towards the room with the person you really didn't want to see. In fact you didn't want to see anyone.
The table was big as always, filled with food you knew wouldn't all be eaten. Your seat open and waiting for you. And across from it, he sat. Satoru.
His head was down, cutting his meat as he chewed. He didn't look up as you sat down, no he gripped his fork harder as he ate. The nerve of him.
"Did you get home safely?"
"Yeah, I did." you took a bit of the food around you, even though you were nowhere hungry. "I wouldn't be here if not, would I?"
He stopped chewing for a second, his eyes almost going up. But he didn't and swallowed. "I guess."
The silence that flooded the room was filled with tension you felt familiar with. It was like when you were eight again, the dinners after it was revealed you would be the only child of your parents.
He was mad.
He cut his food like he hated it. And his blue eyes were like storms, fighting and brewing. In the end you still didn't know this man.
"Will you go to meet them?"
He had no right to look at you like that. No right, to make you feel guilty, to make you feel like the villain here.
"Will you disappear for a mission again?"
He was silent. And he should be. It was humiliating, how he left you to ride alone home again. Just mumbling of having to work instead of talking to you.
The sound of chewing and eating was the only thing that filled the room and it wasn't too long until you were finished. He stared at you, watching your doing. Now you couldn't bear yourself to look at him.
"You could have come to me. You could just tal-"
"I want to eat alone from now on again." you cut him off. You didn't want to hear his oh so great ideas, as if he knew your position.
He was quiet again. You took that as a sign to continue. "And I want to promote Hina, if that's okay. I still need a personal maid, to help me prepare for our later Clan events."
You stood up, the conversation was finished for you. You couldn't bear to hear his accusations, feel his piercing eyes on you and endure this tension in the room.
You hurried to take the steps to your room, Gojo not speaking up again.
Maybe you were overreacting. But if you felt the way you felt, why try to act not like it? He said he wanted to see your real emotions, he could feel it.
After yesterday you wouldn't need to be told twice to give him the cold shoulder.
༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺ Yesterday
"What is this?" he held the cursed piece of paper up, the one you didn't know about. The one he just stole from you.
"A letter for me."
You looked into his eyes, your face was scowling now. He didn't have the right to just take your things, sneak around in your business and then act like you did something wrong.
"From the higher-ups." he let out a low joyless laugh. "You talk to them regular?"
He was intimidating. His body seemed so much bigger suddenly, his eyes like blades and he towered above you.
"Talk about me with them?"
"Stop." you narrowed your eyes as he let out another of these scary chuckles.
"Do you tell them all the things I do?" he shook his head and a scary smile mirrored his laugh. "Tell them everything about our marriage?"
"I said, Stop." you snatched the letter from him, finally having it secured.
"Is it true you meet up with them regular?" he didn't smile anymore. Didn't laugh. There was only this vulnerability and you did feel bad. But in this moment all of it clashed down on you, your exhaustion and everything on top made you overwhelmed like no time before.
"Why do you care?" you turned around trying to hide the tears that were clouding your eyes. Suppressing the heavy breathing and the hiccups. The shaking. Everything was becoming so loud, so alive.
"I care!" he became louder. "If my wife is talking to old hags more than to me! I care when she meets up with the people who controlled my whole life, and discusses me with them!"
Now it was your turn to laugh. "You want to talk about control?" you shook your head. "Gojo, you had freedom! My whole life was built up to marry you, that is my whole purpose. You had control, you had the freedom to have a childhood! It is my duty to meet up with them, I have no other choice!"
Now you could feel his infinity. It felt unstable, uncomfortable, just awful in your back. "But you do." his voice was eerily calm. "You could have talked to me. You could have come to me, instead of working with them!"
"Oh please, do you hear yourself? Working with them, what do you think they talk with me about?" you turned around to look at him and the sight shocked you. He looked like a whole different person. What a smile does to a lerson right? And how the disappearance of one changes one.
"Well it's worse enough that you feel the need to keep it from me."
"What do you expect from me?!" you screamed now, the exhaustion now making your head dizzy. Or was it really just the exhaustion?
"Do you expect me to tell you everything? To immediately trust you? I don't know you, Gojo!"
He flinched at that, the anger in him was rising. "At least I try to get to know you! You just run away from me and don't even consider us working together! How should I know you, if you don't open up?!"
"How do you expect me to just open up?" you hiccuped, the tears now falling, the paper in your hands getting wet. "Since the beginning of the discussion of this marriage you rejected my existence. You made me deal with our Clan relationships alone since our wedding day, how do you expect me to just share all of it now with you?"
Your breathing was uneven, the tears blocking your lungs, making it oh so hard to breathe.
"But I am trying right now-"
"I know, okay?" your voice began to fall apart, becoming more hoarse. "I know you try, but a couple of conversations don't fix everything! I don't expect you to fix everything right now, but you have to forgive me if I can't switch up after a couple of days. This isn't your issue, it's mine."
His body was shaking a bit. He was still so tall, you couldn't look at his face, it seemed impossible. "I think our marriage shouldn't be discussed with these old hags. That isn't just your issue, it's mine too."
"It's not about how our marriage is going." speaking was hurting a bit, and the words were heavy on your lips. It felt so unfair. "It's about what… I should do. How my Clan relies on me in this. How I have to steady their relationship with the Gojo Clan." Through a heir.
"And how can I trust you on that?" his eyes seemed so coldly empty, it was almost scary. A person can be so different. His words stung and at the same time almost made you laugh.
"You talk a lot about me needing to open up and trust you, but at the same time you sneak into my letters and my business." You stood up.
"I think that says more about you than me."
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After that evening Gojo said he had to go on a 'mission' and that the Honeymoon would be fine to be cut short. He left the same morning. There was already an uber for you ready, the little hotelroom for yourself and his things long gone.
You really shouldn't surprised and you hated yourself for crying that morning after he left. But it still hurt. How he could always just leave. You felt so alone.
And now you were 'home'.
You couldn't stand looking at him for too long that was clear from the dinner yesterday. You couldn't stand his anger.
You just wanted to curl yourself in a ball and sleep forever. But even the sleep was a chore, the nightmares still not leaving. The only good time was with the young Hina, who made you go outside and for the first time you explored the big mansion you were living in.
And even though it was tiring, you were happy she made you go through the big halls. It gave you a task, a new adventure, something else than the next meeting with them to focus on.
The garden was beautiful. All the flowers, some you have never seen or heard from before, blooming in these varieties of vibrant colors. The big trees giving a safe place from the sun and a small lake, which you could sit next to.
"Do you feel better, My lady?" Hina was desperately trying to make you feel better, she was really a sweet girl.
"Yeah, it's calming here." the breeze which made your hair float a bit was refreshing.
"I'm glad." she smiled, "I was a bit worried after you ate without my lord this morning.
The cold that came over you made you shiver. What should you tell her? What would she think of the truth? How would she react? You'd better not tell her, hina had other problems. Hina shouldn't find out what you're going through and even if she did, would she tell Gojo? Would she tell him what your mother said to you? No, you couldn't risk that, it just wasn't reasonable.
She was such a nice girl.
So caring. So open minded. How were you so lucky? To have a face around you that's not stoic? You couldn't be more thankful.
"Oh, We just agreed to eat separately because of our different bed and his work time. And he has to eat early, that's why."
She locked a bit perplexed. And the little frown on her face told you that she didn't really believe you. But she didn't press anymore, just explained the flowers to you.
"Should we go to the library next?"
"That sounds lovely."
༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺ Satoru never felt so bad. Yeah, he felt guilty a couple of times but never like this. But at the same time he was hurt. It felt like something was pressed down in his stomach and pushed around, when he just thought of these old bastards working with you.
He felt terrible. How was he supposed to act now? he wanted to go talk to you, but at the same time he felt like that would only make things worse. You worked with these people, you tolerated their ways. These people who were the root of the problem of this doomed society.
Maybe you did it all for your clan, but shouldn't your marriage with him be your priority now? Maybe he was being a selfish asshole, but it just hurt so damn much.
And then there was the letter. He still had the second letter, the one from your mother that you had left on your bedside table.
And he just didn't know whether he should open it or not. Actually he wanted to, actually he had to, because he wanted to know what was really written in there, but…
There was also the hurt look on your face when he had opened the other one. Every time he closed his eyes he saw this vulnerable expression on your face.
Would you even be able to forgive him then?
At the same time, you had lied to him and he just didn't know what to believe anymore. What should he do?
The paper in his hands was heavy, hard and incredibly uncomfortable in his hand, it was as if it was cursed.
He still knew the letter from the higher-ups by heart.
Dear Mrs. Gojo,
We are pleased to inform you that your little misstep is being forgiven. We hope you have a good honeymoon. Despite everything, we are still very unhappy with the incident and hope that you have learned from it to let us know before you act. But we are glad that you have taken the matter into your own hands and wish you happy days in which you hopefully get your husband under control.
See you at the next meeting.
The paper rustled in his hand and although his heart was beating incredibly fast, almost like to stop him, he opened the paper with his shaking fingers.
He was in the jujutsu academy near his old classroom. His mission was long finished. Earlier this day he wanted to talk to Geto about everything that has happened but his friend had accepted a mission that would probably take a while.
And now Satoru was alone to make probably a bad decision.
On the letter were numbers, no rather a date not so far away, which made him shiver.
Something was odd with the way the letter was written, the writing of your mother felt eerily. And he felt cursed energy. No, there had to be something wrong with your mother.
Should he really read it? Was it really his business what your mother was writing you?
The last week he got to see and hear you cry every night. Whispering your mother's name in fear. Maybe you did because you missed her. But something about this woman ticked something in him off.
He didn't want to sneak around behind your back.
But it began to be his business, the moment he started to care about his darling wife.
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The Friday knocked on the door of your mind every minute of every day. And even though you didn't want to open the door for it, it did come around.
And you knew as you woke up that it would be torture.
You were tired. It was surreal how you could even stand up. How were you supposed to attend a meeting like that?
With a heavy heart you got ready and your eyes fell on the old hairpin your mother had given you - she really was everywhere.
This morning hina hadn't come by your room at all to tell you that gojo was eating breakfast.
Was it really still that early? No, it was almost noon. Oh God, noon! You had to get ready, you should be there soon!
Once again, they had scheduled so much time that you felt horrible. Would you have to listen to them babble on for hours again, the nasty words about your clan and how you would defile it?
"Hina?," you picked up your things and got ready. "I have to go now, would you please let the cook know that I'm not eating here today?"
There was no answer for a long time but eventually the girl came in with wide eyes.
"What do you mean, you are going?" she asked.
"Of course, Ihave to go to the meeting, didn't I tell you? Ihave an appointment." you took your hairpin and this time you even got ready with it.
"But why today?"
"I told you I have to go today. It's Friday, isn't it?"
Hina seemed different, somehow more tense than usual and it didn't make you feel good.
"If you say so." she said and picked up a few things that were dirty. "But please come back on time, not as late as last time, my lady."
A chuckle escaped you, as you saw her worried look. Why was she so tense about this?
"Don't worry, I won't die."
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"Did you make any progress?"
You wanted to eat your words. Since you came into the building you once called home you felt like a corpse. Your mother wasn't here, the maids telling you she got sick this morning.
You thought it wouldn't be that bad without her but you were mistaken. Normally she would sit beside you on the other side of the table, but now you sat there alone, like you were fighting against them on your own. Like no one here was on your side.
"My Honeymoon was lovely, thank you." you didn't know how the sentence slipped past your lips, but your exhaustion made your tongue slippery and your attitude bigger.
"Be careful young lady, you can be very thankful you are even still his wife! After your little misstep you can be very grateful for our forgiveness." an elderly woman spoke.
Every meeting she picked at you and took you apart. She always seemed so mad at you.
"I am." you lowered your head, hitting yourself for your carelessness.
"So there is a baby on the way?"
The leader of them, an old man with a long beard was looking at you with a neutral look. You could never read him.
The question scared you since you left for your honeymoon. This pressure on top of you was making you sick. The weight of it making you dizzy. What were you supposed to do? If you told them no, you could easily be banished back to your own Clan, and lose all of respect your mother had left for you.
If you told them yes, then you had to…
No, no, no, no, why? Why did you have to be a puppet for them? Why couldn't you just live? Why did you have to push all your emotions aside and drown them?
You were so scared of the night. So scared of the act you should have already done.
"It isn't, isn't it?" the elderly woman laughed as you gripped your stomach.
And even though it was empty, you felt like throwing up.
"I told you!" the woman stood up. "This girl shouldn't have been chosen for this! We need a woman who knows what is at stake here, not a filthy selfish little girl, who cries at the pressure!"
Every word pierced you, and you hated that tears formed themselves.
"Someone like your granddaughter?" The 'leader' of them raised an eyebrow. "Please, Kamo, that's ridiculous. And not in our control. Mrs. Gojo wanted to meet every girl and judge them personally. And be in control of the relations with other Clans."
His look at you was just as poisonous, regardless of his previous words.
"We have to work with this. Until we have found an alternative."
An alternative.
You were screwed. They had already a search going for a replacement. Were already ready to drop you and break the news to your Clan.
"I think she is misunderstanding something." A man, who was a bit younger than the rest, smiled smugly at you. "This whole thing isn't about love or wanting to do things. It's about what you have to do."
"So just get it over with and spare yourself the trouble?"
Your body felt so heavy, everything tense, fighting the urge to run away, to throw up and hide all at once.
Suddenly the door swung open and one of the guards came in completely out of breath and visibly agitated.
"I really tried, but I just couldn't stop him! That's just not in my power." he was out of breath.
"What are you talking about?" the old 'leader' stood up and suddenly looked so small. His eyes were big, something like fear was there.
"Well.." the guard looked uncomfortable.
And then you heard it. At first you thought it was one of them but then you realized.
"What do you think you are doing, talking to my wife like that?"
No, that couldn't be. How? How was he here? Why? What did you give away? No, this had to be one of your dumb dreams. Because it just couldn't be that Satoru Gojo just came through that door-
Oh.
Satoru had clothes on you had never seen on him before. It was an kimono, the usual for Clan leaders. His face was concentrated, didn't show any weakness in front of this important people. Instead it was almost belittling how he looked at them.
"There you are sweetheart!" his face lit up, as he spotted you, there was no sign of your fight and his anger. There was just Satoru.
He walked over to you, all these oh so mighty people clearing the way for him. He didn't even bat an eye at them. Without any hesitation he sat down next to you.
"Now, it really wasn't polite to not inform me of this meeting." he looked at them, with one of his challenging smiles. "But I will forgive it this one time. Now, what did you want to discuss with the Gojo leaders?"
You could see the shock in their faces. The elderly that screamed earlier, now glaring at you. Her gaze was almost cutting you, it was that sharp. And the old leader hesitated before sitting down.
"What are you doing here?" you whispered into his ear, careful to be silent enough that they wouldn't hear you.
"We will talk later." he grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently.
"This wasn't really a meeting with the Gojo leaders." the slightly younger man spoke up, breaking the silence from the mighty higher-ups.
"Oh, but I don't understand." Gojo tilted his head. "If it wasn't then why did you speak to my wife?"
A shiver went down your back as you saw into their faces. They didn't say anything. Suddenly the position of power was shifted and they were careful to say something.
"It was about her duties for her Clan." the elderly woman shook her head. "And she was specifically asked to be her alone."
"I wonded," His grip on your hand tightened. "What of these duties are so important, you can't discuss with me too? Because last time I checked, my wife's Clan was the Gojo Clan now. So what responsibility does she hold that I don't?"
Your hands began to sweat. All of these people were shooting daggers at you and you felt like you would be murdered if Satoru left the room.
"She still has to make the relation of the Gojo Clan with her old one better-"
"And why can't I be there too?" Satoru started to laugh. "That's the thing you don't really have a reason other than to play my wife against me. Don't you?"
You couldn't help but lower your head. The tears now pushing your head down.
"Well, she wanted to come alone with her mother!" the woman who seemed to be called Kamo spoke loudly. Now you could feel all of their gazes. "Didn't you, Mrs. Gojo?"
Your body began to heat up, fire embracing you, swallowing you whole. It was itching. Decisions, decisions, decisions, why were you not doing anything, why couldn't you move? Your own body felt like a prison.
"You dumb girl, say something!" you heard her scream again. "If you don't then-"
Suddenly her voice died down. You could feel the shift and pressure was falling off of you onto the ground. And as you slowly rose your head you saw the woman pressed onto the wall, the others all in a fighting pose.
"Be careful what you are saying." Satoru's voice was icy. His eyes were like a warning and he didn't even move to activate his cursed technique. Was that the great Gojo your father was so fond about?
"Anyone talking ill about ot to my wife makes themself the Gojo Clan as enemy. And you know what I'm capable of."
The woman dropped to the ground.
"I think we can move the meeting to another day, can't we?"
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"Why were you there today?"
Satoru sat on the opposite side of the dining table, the car ride home with him long behind you two. You waited till home to talk to him, the courage finally growing.
He stopped eating and looked up at you. He still had these clothes on, the ones that mirrored his real position.
He shifted in his seat, his eyes avoiding yours.
Then he sighed and dropped his cutlery. "I didn't want you to be alone with them."
You shook your head. "Why? I told you, it's just about-
"Stop it." he raised a hand. "Please let me talk."
You kept quiet after that. Now it was your turn to look down.
"I've been so angry the last few days. You accused me of not knowing you, but at the same time you pretended to know what my childhood was like. How could you have known that? I've known these people since i was little, i know about their games, their desire for control and especially their obsession with strength."
His voice was slightly shaking. "I'm not denying that I had some freedom, but I want you to know that a big cage is still holding someone down. And these people have always controlled my cage."
You wanted to say something, but every sentence that your head crafted was forgotten in the next second.
"But," he began, his voice now a little firmer. "It still didn't give me the right to be like this to you. Mainly I want to apologize to you and that I came to the meeting today was not because I didn't trust you but because I couldn't stand the thought of them torturing you."
"I'm sorry for invading your privacy. I know it wasn't right and I'm sorry that I only realized it after I read the letter from your mother."
You pushed the chair back so violently, it fell over. "You did, WHAT?"
Satoru looked down, shameful.
"That's why you knew where and when we would meet up?" you couldn't contain the hurt in your voice, but for the first time you didn't care.
He nodded.
"Do you really think I'm acting against you, or-"
"No!" Now it was his turn to stand up. And in only a matter of seconds he stood right before you. "It's not because I think badly of you!"
His hands were going through his hair, making it much messier than usual. You saw how he bit his lip, and it felt surreal to see Gojo Satoru so vulnerable.
"I- All of this was just driving me crazy!" he sighed frustrated. "Knowing you meet up with these people and didn't even want me to know about it. Knowing these people were talking and seeing you more than I was."
Your mind went blank as you looked at his eyes. Were they always this sad?
"When you said you wanted to have a Honeymoon to get to know me, I felt so happy, so relieved!" he turned around and paced around the rooom.
"Do you know how you look at me?" his voice was shaking. "Scared. You look at me like you are scared of me. Like I will do you wrong. Like it's me that's pressuring you."
He stopped in his tracks and let out a shaky laugh. "And then I thought that I was maybe imagining that and you weren't scared of me."
He shook his head. "And then I saw the letter. I didn't read it right away, but when I asked you some things, you lied to me and had that scared look again. And… I don't know, it was so crushing to know you never wanted to go with me on our honeymoon!"
His voice broke down a bit at the end.
And as you stood there, you felt yourself becoming shaky too. You didn't want him to think that. You were mad at him, you were still hurt, obviously, but…
You didn't want him to be hurt too.
"Satoru…" you began, but he raised another hand to stop you.
"That still doesn't excuse what I did. I don't want you to pity me into forgiveness."
You shook your head. "I am at fault too." One step towards him. "I just have my problems to trust you right away. But you were right."
You smiled as you looked down. "I do accuse you of not knowing me, but then run away from you trying. That's unfair."
As you looked up, he was already looking at him. And you could see a slight redness in his oh so blue eyes.
"I will try to open up more."
He gulped as stared at you. "I will be patient. And- I will make it up to you, till you forgive me! Really, I will never invade your-"
You chuckled a bit, some of the forming tears in your eyes escaping. "It's alright Satoru. You don't have to promise the world right now."
"Let's take it slow. That's a start."
༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺ It was late at night. You were sitting on the couch in Satoru's big living room. You were watching a movie, he was begging to show you.
And for the first time since that night you were relaxed and all the exhaustion fell from you. Your head fell onto his shoulder, any feel of shame was long gone from being so tired.
He didn't move as you were drifting into your long awaited sleep.
"Hey, can you hear me?" he was whispering as you hummed.
"I still want to apologize. For not appearing to any arrangement meetings. I never did that."
His shoulder was really soft and you felt so heavy.
"I hope you sleep well, sweetheart. You deserve it more than anyone."
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SALVATORE ━ father charlie mayhew 𒋲ㅤ͏
PART 1.・ PART 2 (coming soon)
summary. in search of understanding and compassion, y/n finds herself growing fond of her new priest and teacher, father charlie mayhew.
a/n: holyyy i'm so excited for this! it is based off a request that i can't find atm, anon u know who u are :D as always feedback is deeply appreciated & requests are open ♡
tw. blasphemy; subtle touches; slight praise?; father charlie is a teaseeeee! (basically, nothing too extreme just yet) | wc. 2862
Y/N was sitting in the schoolyard, pen moving against the page of her journal swiftly as she lost herself in the little world she created in her head. The feeling of grass on her bare legs somewhat comforting, taking off some of the stress blooming in her chest.
It was almost finals season in the catholic university she went to. Every few seconds she could hear the other girls' worried voices, discussing the importance of the finals, almost as if their lives depended on it.
Y/N leaned against the tree, deep sigh leaving her mouth as she closed her journal, fingers brushing against the cover almost lovingly. She looked around, the sun almost hiding behind the stone brick walls. A few groups of girls were scattered around the yard, girls she barely spoke to. It wasn't that they weren't kind, she just didn't feel like fraternising with any of them.
She was just... different. Slightly older than most of them, although no one besides the nuns and teachers knew that. And she wasn't really a believer. Her parents were. made her go to the church every sunday, pray every night. They did everything to make her the perfect daughter, but they failed.
It was probably a form of self defence; some kind of a protest against everything her family wanted her to be. She became a sinner. Got drunk, took drugs, smoked, and even slept with a boy or two. The last one made her parents so angry and so disappointed that they made a decision to send her to a catholic college. A catholic, girls' only college. The loneliness she felt in the place almost made her regret everything she's done in the past.
Y/N got up from the grass and straightened her skirt when the big clock on the wall struck a quarter to six. She had a mass to attend to, and it was obligatory to pass the semester.
Some of the girls looked at her when she passed, some greeted her with a smile. their souls so pure, so untouched, she almost felt jealous.
She entered the church soon after, the soft clicking of her Mary Janes against the marble floor disturbing the quietness of the temple. The smell of incense filled her nostrils, so familiar yet so distant at the same time. The church was still empty as she sat in the third row, staring down at her hands. Goosebumps covered the skin of her legs, the cold air making her shiver slightly. She folded her hands in a prayer, kneeling and focusing on the cross behind an altar.
"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardship as a pathway to peace, taking, as Jesus did, this sinful world as it is, trusting that You will make all things right if I surrender to your will, so that I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with you forever in the next", she chanted, voice quiet, eyes closing involuntarily.
She made the sign of the cross, feeling somewhat better after the short prayer. Her eyes opened, and she looked at the cross behind an altar, a small smile adoring her face. It was almost as if she could feel His presence next to her.
"I don't mean to interrupt", a low, yet soft voice came from behind her, and she was quite surprised at the fact she couldn't recognise it. Y/N turned her head, and her breath hitched at the sight of a young man in a cassock. His dark hair slicked back perfectly, and oh lord, he was so handsome, all of him. He looked more like a personal trainer of some sort than a priest. She could see his muscles even through the thick material of his gown. He walked towards her slowly, hands behind his back, pink mouth turning upwards, offering her a kind smile. "That was beautiful. It's rare to see someone so dedicated to prayer these days. Especially someone as young as you", he continued, now standing next to her as she kept wide eyes on him, his much bigger form towering over her. She cleared her throat, heart pounding in her chest. Y/N's cheeks burned as she realised he was waiting for an answer, playful glint in his eyes at the sight of her abashment.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to offend you..." the words word came out unsure, his intense gaze focused on her face, as if he was trying to memorise every detail about her. the young man nodded, meeting her eyes, and something dangerous sparked in his dark irises just for a moment. "I haven't seen you around here before".
"Of course. I should've introduced myself sooner, forgive me. I'm Father Charlie Mayhew", he clarified, the way his name rolled off his tongue made Y/N shift uncomfortably, hands shaking on her lap.
"I'm Y/N", she retorted quickly. "I'm so sorry for the directness, Father... but you are so young for a priest".
He chuckled softly, shaking his head, and Y/N couldn't help but smile, body finally starting to relax.
"And you seem too old to be a third year student, yet here you are", he noted playfully, sitting next to her on a wooden bench. Y/N gasped in disbelief at his sarcastic comment, the urge to laugh too strong now as she pressed her lips together in attempt to stop it.
She crossed her legs, the already short skirt riding up her thigh, and Father Charlie wasn't oblivious to that. She didn't notice the way his jaw tightened, shaky breath leaving his mouth, gaze lingering on her bare skin for a little bit too long.
"I must admit, Father", she started, leaning back against the cold wood, eyes focused on the altar, hands back on her lap in order to warm herself up. "I haven't confessed in ages. And never of my own accord", she spoke softly, the weight of her sins unbearable now, her head tilting to look at him, "And I'm not a saint. I've done a lot of things i'm not proud of. i still do", she admitted, the last sentence coming out as a whisper. She expected to see disgust in his eyes, maybe some signs of pity; yet all she found was an understanding going deeper than she would've expected. Father Charlie nodded, deep sigh leaving his mouth. He cocked his head, and Y/N couldn't help but notice the way his jaw clenched uncontrollably, the air between heavy, weird tension rising between the two.
Her eyes followed his every single move, unable to look away, mesmerised by his angelic presence.
"We are all sinners, Y/N", Father Charlie met her eyes, yet he looked absent, as if there were other things bothering him at the moment. "If you ever feel the need to talk, about anything, I will be more than happy to help. Come to me anytime", he reached for her leg, never breaking eye contact as he traced his thumb over her thigh softly. His words seemed so ambiguous, so wrong, almost blasphemous, considering his position. Yet she nodded her head politely, her gaze landing on his lips, need beginning to consume every single part of her body.
In that moment, she felt like she could trust him with her life. His presence so intimidating yet comforting, like a warm hug that she oh so desperately needed.
"I will keep that in mind. thank you, Father", Y/N pressed her thighs together, licking her lips nervously. He nodded, squeezing her thigh for the last time before standing up. Y/N shivered at the sudden coldness surrounding her, thigh burning from his soft touch. Charlie's eyes running over her form for the last time before he turned away and left.
Y/N exhaled, gripping at the edges of the pew tightly, and she swore she could hear her own heartbeat in the quietness of the church.
Lust. Yet another sin to add to the already long list. The very thing that made her parents send her to a catholic school, yet here she was, desire consuming every part of her body as she saw Father Charlie in the back of her mind, the memory of his warm hand on her thigh making her head spin. She felt pathetic at having such unholy thoughts about a freaking priest, the old version of her, the sinner, buried deep inside, beginning to set her body aflame, and it scared her.
She almost laughed hysterically at the ridiculousness of her current position as she looked at the altar again. The cross behind it almost mocking her, it's as if she could feel the disappointment of her Lord as she gazed at it blankly, the image of Father Charlie's smile appearing in her head yet again.
A few days passed, and it was as if Father Charlie vanished into thin air. It made Y/N wonder if he wasn't all an illusion, some sort of manifestation of her desires. Ever since the rather unusual encounter in the church, she hasn't seen him. His words echoed in her mind pretty often. "Come to me anytime". He had to be real. She actually contemplated reaching out to him, going into the church fifteen minutes before the mass started in hope of seeing him again.
Yet he never came. And she was disappointed; she grew fond of him, even though they only talked once. Loneliness sparked in her chest yet again, now more than ever. Yet she continued with her classes, being as perfect as ever, never letting anyone see through her. The only thing she could think of was his him, a devilishly handsome priest, whose eyes haunted her even in dreams.
When Y/N woke up that morning, sun shining through the curtains, an image of Father Charlie appeared in her mind once again. She hated herself for thinking about him so often, yet his smile seemed to be stuck in her head, his voice echoing through her head like some sort of a dreamy psalm.
It was Wednesday; which meant there was a hard day ahead of her. Bible reading classes with Sister Megan, whom she adored, very much, but her presence felt melancholic, as if she was sucking the life out of Y/N. She was so pure, as every single girl in the university, and it made her angry. Angry because she couldn't relate to any of them, angry because the only person who seemed to understand her was Father Charlie. Father Charlie who disappeared as quickly as he appeared.
She groaned at the thought of him, rubbing her eyes slowly, stretching, dramatic yawn leaving her mouth.
The air felt hot on her skin, smile appearing on her face nonetheless, eyes squinting involuntarily as she took in the weather outside the window. It was such a beautiful day, summer air making her feel better as she got up slowly, starting to get ready for the day.
It was ten past eight as she left her room, locking it before walking down the hallway to leave the residence hall, her heels clicked against the wooden floor as she walked, the silence almost suffocating, a musky smell of the antique building filling her lungs. She took a left and walked through the classroom door confidently.
"Good morning, Sister", she looked at the spot behind the teacher's desk, expecting to see Sister's Megan contagious smile, yet she was met with Father Charlie's intense gaze.
She inhaled softly at the sight of him as she stopped in the middle of the class, heart throbbing in her throat. She was mad that, once again, he looked absolutely breathtaking; not wearing a cassock this time, instead there was a black suit that cling perfectly to his muscular body. His ring glistened in the sun as he drummed his fingers against the desk, back pressed against the back of the chair comfortably, legs spread wide, almost inviting her to come in between them, and her heart throbbed with longing at the sight.
"Well, good morning, Y/N", he smiled and looked her up and down shamelessly, his gaze making her feel small as she returned his smile hesitantly.
"Cha- Father", Y/N breathed, chewing on her bottom lip, unsure what to say. He was the last person she expected to see, but she was relieved to see him. "Is Sister Megan sick?"
She walked to the front desk slowly, putting her bag down on the wood, eyes never leaving his form.
"No need to worry. Sister Megan is perfectly fine. Although I will be the one to conduct the Wednesday classes from now on", he explained, flashing his white teeth at her as he smiled. She thought that he looked really happy to see her; happiness bloomed in Y/N's chest, body starting to get warm, heat lingering in between her thighs.
"Good", she breathed a little bit too enthusiastically, the excitement obvious in her voice. "I wanted to come and see you, Father, but it seems as if you were... absent", she wet her lips, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt mindlessly, battling her eyelashes. The gesture made Charlie twitch in his seat; her faked innocence was adorable, her body and eyes betraying her true intentions right away.
"Yes, I was quite busy", he sighed, getting up abruptly. "Why did you want to see me? Did something happen?", Charlie asked, genuinely curious as he walked over to Y/N, standing right in front of her crossed legs. Her breath hitched as she looked up, meeting his gaze, tensing at the closeness.
"I...", she hesitated, "I don't know".
A lie.
He half-smiled as y/n uncrossed her legs, gripping the edges of the desk until her knuckles turned white. Her chest heaved with uneven breaths, yet she never looked away from his eyes, tension inside of her stomach ready to snap anytime now.
"Y/N...", he leaned in, "Lying is a sin".
Charlie took a step back, his gaze hardening, almost becoming demanding as he clenched his jaw.
"Luke, 8:17", his voice almost taunting as he challenged her, dangerous glint in his dark irises.
Her palms became sweaty as she chanted: "For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest, nor is anything secret that will not be known and come to light".
Charlie's smile almost predatory, adoration taking over his features as he tilted his head, hand reaching out to put a strand of Y/N's hair behind her ear. The girl's eyes fluttered shut as she exhaled through her mouth, the feeling of his warm hand on her cheek so right, as if he was meant just for her.
"Smart girl", he praised, voice low and proud. He dropped his hand, backing off and she finally felt like she could breathe again. She hated herself for enjoying his touch and words so much, his position more exciting than terrifying now. Yet they both knew he shouldn't be doing this, using her submissiveness to feed his own sick fantasies, teasing her until she broke. But there was no denying the effect he had on her, panties damp from the arousal coating them, embarrassment and guilt heavy on her chest, yet the lust blooming in her stomach stronger.
The air around her felt cold, even though it was hot outside. She so desperately wanted him to touch her again, but she woke up from the trance quickly, clearing her throat as the clock struck eight thirty.
"I'm sorry, Father", her voice barely above a whisper as she fixed her hair, jumping off from the desk as she heard her classmates' hushed voices from the corridor.
Y/N sat down across from him as she lowered her gaze, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, face flushed as she tried to maintain her balance. Charlie's appearance as perfect as before as he sat back on the chair casually; disappointment bloomed in her chest at his stoic posture, thinking that it didn't affect him at all.
"You need to confess before the weight of your sins crushes you, Y/N", his voice dangerously low yet steady, spark in his dark eyes, before he greeted the other students as they walked in. Professional look on his face, the one she hasn't seen before, as he started the class, his words inaudible as she followed his every move with curious eyes.
Father Charlie was not just a priest. Something about him made her crave for him, all of him. He seemed to understand her so well, even though they barely spoke. She found comfort in his demanding yet affectionate manner, the way he praised her, touched her softly, almost as if he expected her to break if he pushed too hard. Heart filled with longing as she followed the movement of his lips, the way his silver cross necklace glistened in the sunlight. Dimples appearing on his face when he smiled at something her classmate said, dark eyes that kept on meeting her own.
So divine yet so cruel.
So tempting yet so forbidden.
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Kinktober 29/10/2024 Logan Sargeant- CreamPie
Plot: Logan wants to try something new but is embarrassed to ask…
Warnings Kinktober, SMUT, blow job, handjob, fingering, p in v, mentions of breeding? sort off, sex, cream pie etc 18+ Minors DNI
Logan was pretty vanilla when it came to your guys' sexual activities. But you'd been dating for so long considering he was your childhood best friend turned lover that you'd sort of fallen into a routine.
Both with seeing each other around work and how it all sort of just fell into place with you two despite how busy your lives both were. However, recently Logan had been wanting more from you.
Not in a bad way, more like a move forward in your relationship sort of way, which is why when he found the perfect moment and intimate proposal was had.
But there was something more and he couldn't come to you with it as the idea was very embarrassing to him. He didn't even know if he was happy to have kids yet, but he wanted to cum in you, see it fall out and stuff it back inside you.
He wasn't stupid either he knew the potential consequences that could occur if he was to do something like that. And that's when he was debating of he was one of THOSE people that get off on the idea of breeding their super hot girlfriend and what he knew would be future wife.
Or maybe he just wanted … a cream pie.
He took a night where he knew you guys were both free. He didn't want to make it obvious something different was happening. So he didn't make a big deal out of dinner. You guys ordered a takeaway that he chose, Chinese, of course. He kept the movie lowkey and as the credits rolled he rubbed a hand up your thigh.
A tell tale sign to you that it was time for you guys to 'get ready for bed' which normally entailed some kind of sex in the bedroom of en-suite before showering and doing facials and getting into cozy pyjamas and cuddling in bed before falling asleep.
A grin came onto your face as you jump up at the excitement for the time of day reaching out for his hand. However he recoils it shyly. He walks ahead of you nervously rubbing his hands together scared to bring up the idea to you.
Once your both in the safe place that is the bedroom you sit him down on the bed, making Logan almost hit his head in frustration for how obvious he was being.
"Logan? What's up baby?" you ask him taking his hand and get him to look you in the eyes.
"This is a safe place, between you and me right?" he asks nor breaking contact and he immediately regrets the stupid question when he sees the hurt flash across your face that he even insinuated he felt like it wasn't or hadn't been.
"Sorry stupid question, i kind of me like ... argh im going to say this wrong and upset you again" he frets putting his head into his hands and shaking it trying to come up with the right words.
"Take your time honey, its okay. You can tell me whatever is on your mind" you say rubbing his thigh comfortingly.
"Okay, we've been together a long time right?" he asks making you giggle from the very obvious statement he had made. He shoots you a serious look making you stop and pull an imaginary zip across your lips as you continue to watch him.
"Well, I want to try something new, when it comes to us being intimate" he offers and you smile, not saying anything to let him continue but just to let him know your hearing and understanding him.
"Iwanttocomeinsideyou" he blurts out and you give him a confused look not really understanding him.
"Baby, I didn't get that... what did you say?!" you ask cocking your head to the side as if to hear him better.
"I want to cum inside you. I don't know why, I'm still trying to understand it but I just know it's something I want to do" he explains and you nod, thinking for a second.
"Please say something you are scaring me" he asks with a nervous laugh.
"Well why don't we find out what you like about it now and together it can be like our little secret" you offer with a small smile and pat of his thigh.
"Wait really, but you know what would happen if ... you know" he says and you laugh again.
"I did sex ed Log, I'm not stupid. Yes i know the consequences but maybe we shouldn't be seeing the as that and maybe see it as more of … an opportunity?" you ask and his smile brightens up.
"Are you saying what i think you're saying?" he asks with a hopeful look.
"Look i have no idea if we're ready but we've been together for so long and i cant see myself enjoying life with anyone other than you so its bound to happen eventually, if it happens now … then it does, if it doesn't then nothing changes. Lets take the gamble" you smile running your hand further up his thigh.
In seconds your pulled on his lap as he hikes himself up the bed, his knee catching you clothed clit making you moan at the pressure added.
"So beautiful" he groans into the kiss. You take his dick out of his sweats and you hand runs up and down, your intention was to make him hard but you were surprised to find he was already pretty much fully there, it jolting against his stomach. His hand finds your own sweats feeling and rubbing you through them as you work on his dick, having to stop every now and then when he rubs the perfect spot.
"Such a good girl" he groans as you bend over taking his tip in your mouth sucking and licking anywhere you could while he continues to rub you. When he gets close enough you pull off, he pulls your own sweats down, getting them completely off before you straddle him, facing the opposite direction.
You felt this would be the best position for him, especially if it was the cumming inside aspect that he wanted to test and see if it turned him on.
He rubs along your lips, his finger finding your hole helping to stretch you out. Two large fingers entered working their way in against you're spongey walls that clamped down against his fingers.
He toyed with you for a bit, slowing down and picking up again.
You reach through your spread legs to his dick where you start to pump it before holding it close to your entrance. You sink down on him, before letting him sit inside you for a second both grasping the feeling of the rawness of each other.
You'd both never felt it bare, always some rubber latex in between you both. It was safe to say, for both of you condoms were most definitely off the table after this.
"Oh fuck" you breathe out in shock at the feeling.
"Oh god baby, tell me why we've never done this" he chokes out from behind you as he feels you clench around him.
"No clue" you moan out, both you hands finding rest on his legs before you start to bounce, leaning forward to get those perfect angles.
And Logan's mind was pretty much gone, only thoughts of you and how delicious you looked from this angle.
"Fuck babygirl, so beautiful keep going" he moans as his head is thrown back, he grabs your hips, fingers pawing at the flesh and your love handles.
Now looking down he could see some white rings of your shared arousal building at the base of his dick making him moan out and starting to thrust rapidly in and out of you trying to meet your bounces but ultimately just focusing on the sheer amount of pleasure he's experiencing right now and he can feel you are too from how your clenching with a vice grip around him.
"Gonna cum" you cry out, hair falling over your shoulder as it swings down.
"Argh god me too" he moans just before he spills inside of you, you following shortly after. He sits up, propping a second pillow behind him as he pushes you forward lightly a soft sigh coming from you as you feel him slip out. He watches as his cum oozes out, your hole flexing around nothing.
"Fuck" he moans and his dick is back in his vision now no longer soft and spent but hard and hungry for more. He pushes the cum there back in holding you there just seeing you flinch from the overstimulation and flutter around him as he forces his way back in.
"This... i think we might need to go again. Experimental purposes of course" he groans before your left for round two.
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LIGHT OF THE FULL MOON ♡
pairing: werewolf!chris redfield x fem!reader
summary: your husband hasn't been the same since coming back from his latest mission. you struggle to understand the cause, not wanting to believe the worst. on the night of a full moon, tensions peak and you're determined to find out the truth.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, dubcon, p in v, knotting, monsterfucking, predator/prey, breeding kink, size kink, dacryphilia, PTSD mention
wc: 6.5k
a/n: long awaited but i hope you guys like! happy almost halloween <33 reblogs, comments, and asks are appreciated :)
kinktober slot: day 30 - monsterfucking
Your husband had been acting strange lately.
Not the typical mid-life crisis kind of strange. There was no new Ferrari parked in the garage, nor had Chris begun to dedicate his time to a niche hobby like roller skating. His behavior was much more... off-putting than those things would be. That was the only way you could think to describe it.
It all began at the beginning of this last Summer when he came home from a short mission. The trip spanned two weeks and took him up to a sparse, expansive piece of the Canadian wilderness. You weren't especially worried about him while he was gone. You were more upset about the fact that he was going to miss your wedding anniversary than anything else.
Your lack of concern didn't come from a place of callousness. Rather the opposite. You'd been an agent too. It was how you and Chris met. Before a stray bullet to your thigh knocked you out of commission, you had field assignments of your own. You knew that they were only made more stressful when you had someone at home you know worries about you.
So you never did. You trusted that he'd come back to you in one piece like he always does.
This time he did come back in one piece. Walked through the front door like usual with his bag slung across his back and his arms ready for you. You crossed the foyer and sprung yourself against his chest, your smaller arms wrapped around his bulky abdomen.
"I missed you, baby," he murmured, pecking your temple and engulfing you with his thick arms, "My beautiful wife of... how many years is it now?"
You rolled your eyes at the joke and tapped his arm. It was when you followed him back to your bedroom to put his stuff down that your eyes widened and caught on his forearm.
"Jesus! What happened to you?" you asked and took the limb in your hands.
Just below his elbow was a sizable bite. You could tell the type of injury from the crescent pattern of the cuts. If you had to guess, you'd say it probably came from a dog, but you'd never seen a canine with a jaw so large. The wounds were deep red, scabbed over by this point. The nearby skin glowed with the color of injury. You could tell whatever had got him, sunk its teeth in deep.
He looked down at the afflicted area and then back at you before shrugging. "It's nothing. You know how it goes. Those things can be rabid, but I'll heal up in a few days."
Your pupils continued to scan his flesh uncertainly. "I guess..." you conceded.
His statement was true. That wasn't your problem. Of course, you'd seen him with bites before. You'd even been bitten yourself on the job. But it never looked like this. So... gruesome. Upon looking closer, you could see tiny sprawls of plum-tinted veins accompanied by dark patches of discolored skin.
"They treated you, right? You're sure it's not infected?" you checked again.
"Honey, it's fine. C'mon, I know you missed me, but you don't gotta freak out about this," he dismissed in kind.
Despite his claims, he let you fuss over him. You were hesitant to even touch the markings, afraid of causing him pain or irritating the skin further.
He didn't seem to be hurting though. In his recovery, he never complained of aches or stings or throbs. Never held it closer to his body than normal or relied on his left arm to perform tasks. It did eventually heal. He was left with little white patches of scar tissue, but the other array of colors faded.
The only reason you had to believe that this incident triggered his change in behavior was that he began to act differently a few weeks later.
It started with his sleeping habits.
The Chris you knew slept the whole night through. Rested against your back, spooning you. His body heat radiated from him like a space heater for a solid eight hours every night. He'd wake up with his face nestled in the crook of your neck and plant a few kisses there before pulling away to get up and go about his morning routine.
But now he didn't even come to bed before you'd fallen asleep. His side of the mattress would be vacant when you woke up as well. At first it left you to question whether he'd been there at all. Now though, you're certain he's doing something else during the nocturnal hours. The only thing you couldn't figure out was what that other thing could be.
The next piece of this puzzle came in the way he started eating.
Since that mission, he seemed to have a craving for meat. Red meat. Burgers, steaks, whatever you had in the house. He wanted it all and in large portions. Not only that, but the way you cooked it didn't suit his tastes anymore. You sat across from him at the dinner table with wide eyes as he ate the food you'd prepared to his request. A steak so rare it looked like blood leaked from the raw slab out onto the plate.
Anytime you'd ask about any of this, he'd brush you off with a new excuse. He was just sleeping less now. He'd stayed up later playing a video game. He was waking up earlier to try a new running regime. The food thing was just something his friend told him about and he wanted to try. Supposed to build protein and lower your bmi or some bullshit.
That stuff you could have overlooked, but then he started to look different.
You wanted to blame his new diet for the sudden thickness with which his body hair grew. And perhaps his new workout schedule effected him as planned and could explain the way he was bulking up and nearly popping out of his shirts with gained muscle mass. You weren't so sure though.
If anything, you tried to pin this on your own mind. You were being paranoid. Life wasn't some horror movie. Monsters did exist, but you'd seen them already. They didn't look like this. Right?
And in his defense, not all the changes you'd noticed were bad. Your life in the bedroom had grown much more interesting since his return.
That day he came back, you figured it was his way of making up for your missed anniversary. He'd pounded into you for hours. Rutted into your poor little cunt till it was sore and puffy, struggling to take his thick shaft. What you would've believed to be an impossible amount of arousal coated your inner thighs and soaked the bed sheets beneath you by the time you were done. You knew he had stamina, but for those hours, Chris seemed like another animal entirely.
Every time since then had been similar. They didn't last as long as your reuniting session, but they were just as passionate. He was so much rougher than he'd ever been before. Typically, your husband was overly-cautious with you. Every move he made had his size and strength in mind when deciding the amount of force he'd use to manhandle your legs or snap his hips against your ass.
Now he fucked without a care in the world. His teeth scraped against your neck hard enough to mark. His fingertips left bruises accompanied by the scratches from his nails.
He also came inside you now every time without fail. Since you started taking the pill not long after the two of you started dating, that had always been his favorite place to release. But how he would do it lately... you didn't know any other word for it but primal. When he came, he buried himself inside you. Every inch of his cock filled the snug space between your walls. He growled as it shot out of him, rope after rope. He stuck to you like he wanted to make sure not a drop leaked out or went to waste.
So on that end of things, you didn't mind his shift in personality. It only became a problem when he started going out so often.
He told you a myriad of different places he went to or groups he hung out with, but you didn't believe him. You doubted Jill wanted to see him at ten p.m. on a Wednesday, and you struggled to accept Leon needed some form of help that took him eight hours of the night.
It was always dark out when he was gone, and then there would be certain days of the month that he didn't come back until well into the next morning. That was what drove you crazy. You'd never felt such distrust in your husband before. You always believed him to be faithful. You didn't worry about other women or being replaced or a number of other things your friends complained about with their spouses. You and Chris were a team.
But that vision shattered when you decided to test out the validity of his alibis one night. It hadn't been planned. You always thought loyalty tests were for insecure people, but you hoped that's all you were now. This was just a bout of insecurity, not anything to be truly worried about.
You saw Chris left his phone on the kitchen counter one night, and the idea just sprung into your head. As if the devil himself whispered the words into your ear, you typed out a message to Leon, the man he was supposedly hanging out with.
"Hey, Chris left his phone here. Will you let him know I'll just swing by to drop it off if he's gonna be with you for a while? If he'll be back soon, I can just wait. Thanks :)"
With a shaky thumb, you clicked the send button. You paced around your kitchen while waiting for the response. It didn't arrive instantly. Leon took around ten minutes to get back to you.
"Hey. Chris isn't with me tonight. I'm sorry."
Your legs came to a stop. You clutched both phones so tight that they were in danger of shattering. The ten minutes wasn't spent talking with your husband or doing whatever you thought they did together. It was probably Leon trying to decide if he should cover for him or be honest with you. At least he chose the latter.
You didn't send anything back to the D.S.O. agent. Instead, you went to bed, leaving Chris's phone on his bedside table. You curled up under your blankets. The emptiness of half the mattress caused you physical pain that night. Your eyes shut over the building gloss of tears.
That was a week ago.
Chris had still been going out every night and rotating in one of his friends' names as his unknowing accomplices.
Tonight, you decide that this is it. You're not going to be the sad little wife who's just happy she gets to keep the house while her husband goes out and plays with the other woman. You're done being fed lies and pretending you believe them. You're done being treated as disposable in your own marriage.
When he tells you he's leaving tonight, you say no. He's already been acting weird today, skittish and jumpy, constantly watching the clock. You aren't just going to sweep it under the rug this time. This conversation will get to the bottom of it.
You glare at him from where you're sitting on the couch, watching as confusion overtakes his features. Rarely are you ever firm with Chris. You know how to stand up for yourself, but he rarely gives you a reason to act any kind of strict.
"You're not leaving yet," you repeat.
His expression doesn't change. He stands at the beginning of the hallway to the front door, waiting for you to explain your sudden attitude. It's already getting late. The sky outside is pitch black except for the light of the full moon.
"Tell me where you're going," you demand.
"Out with Leon."
Your expression darkens. "Why are you lying to me?" you ask next.
He's got a phenomenal poker face because not a hint of doubt shows anywhere on his exterior. He doesn't look away, doesn't fidget. All he does is step closer to you, reentering the living room.
"Why would you think that?" he asks, voice calm.
"Because Leon told me you haven't been with him at all," you fire back and stand up. You bolster your proof with exaggeration, but you're confident enough that you're right.
Now a reaction does show on Chris. You can see his jaw clench and his gaze sharpen. This wasn't going to be as easy to talk his way out of as he thought.
"I really don't have time for this tonight," he says.
Your anger is getting ready to boil over into fury at his dismissal.
"Really? Because all I have anymore is time! You leave me here alone every single night! I feel like I barely see you anymore," you say, "I'm supposed to be your wife, but I feel like I'm the side piece at this point."
"You think I'm cheating on you?" he scoffs, disgusted by the suggestion alone.
"What else am I supposed to think?" you explode, raising your voice now, "You don't tell me anything! You just leave to who-fucking-knows where every single night and expect me to be fine with that? I'm not."
"Calm down," he says. His own voice grows firm. He glances down at the time on his watch. His pupils move quickly, looking almost antsy.
"Do you have somewhere else to be? Something more important than this conversation?" you ask incredulously.
"I told you I don't have time for this. We can talk tomorrow," he says. His words come out with more bite which just stokes the flames of your temper.
"No. You can just tell me now," you say and cross your arms, "If you leave without telling me anything, then maybe consider telling your girlfriend to prepare for you to move in with her soon!"
"Give me a fucking break! I am not cheating on you!" he snaps, letting his voice boom, "There is no girlfriend. There's no one else I'm going to!"
He looks more upset now. Some definite anxiety mixed in with his irritation. He looks like he just wants to get out. You wonder if it's the panic of you closing in on the truth or something else that's bothering him. It makes you soften your approach the smallest bit. You sigh.
"Just give me something then. Something that will give me some peace of mind," you reason. You'll accept a half answer at this point. All you want is some semblance of explanation as to why he's going out every night.
But all he does is stare at you. It brings your temper back up, the uncomfortable feeling rising between your lungs.
"Just one thing, Chris! One fucking thing."
"I can't." His voice is strained as if he's trying to keep calm.
"Why?" you ask, flinging your arms up in frustration.
"I just can't. We'll talk about it tomorrow," he says.
With that, he turns to leave. You stand there stunned. But the shock only lasts a moment.
"You're leaving because I'm right and you can't think of a lie so quick!" you shout at him.
He doesn't even look back at you. His steps thud down the hall to the exit of your home. You can't stand it. How could he do this to you? This isn't the man you married. That guy never would have treated you like this.
Before you can even think about it, you're dashing after him. As mad as you are, you can't just let him leave. You love him. Nothing in the world will hurt more than him leaving.
He's moving fast, determined to get out as swiftly as he can, but you're quick too. You'd spent years of your life chasing mutated creatures that could sprint on all fours. Catching up to your husband was nothing.
You reach out for his arm and grab him at his elbow. Your eyes widen at the intensity with which he reacts. He jerks away as if the touch burns.
"Stay away from me," he says. The words don't even sound like his voice. They come out so deep. Almost like a snarl.
Accusations of infidelity are forgotten at this point because all you can feel now is concern.
"Chris... are you alright?" you ask in a much softer voice than you'd been speaking with before.
You reach for him again, barely laying a hand on his shoulder. It's like the touch knocks him back. He nearly trips over his own feet, crashing against your front door but failing to get it open. His shoulders heave, muscles in his back convulsing. A light sheen of sweat breaks out across his forehead.
This time you figure it's best if you stay back. All you did was touch him, but he seems as if he's going to be ill. You stand a few feet away, watching him nervously. His arms come up to cover his face, which blocks your view and prevents you from guessing what's wrong.
"Honey?" you try again gently.
"Get away from me," he rasps, "Leave. Go far away before you can't."
You're back to being lost. You try to think of what this could be. Maybe PTSD? Was he having some sort of flashback? You had accidentally touched the bite.
"I'm not going to leave. You know you can trust me. I'm always here for you. I just want to understand," you coax.
"It's not you I don't trust," he says. He breaks down into a coughing fit and his back arches. It looks like he's trying to restrain himself.
"Just tell me what you need," you say quickly, determined to help him through this, "Anything. Do you need water? Do you need me to call someone?"
Truly, you're lost on possible solutions. This doesn't look like any common sickness you'd seen. It looks more like an infection someone would get in the field. And upon realizing that, panic strikes your heart.
You don't get the chance to voice any fear though because he speaks first.
"Just get out of here," he growls, "Everything you do makes it worse."
Your heart pounds in your ears. What could this be? Did he have some kind of virus and didn't tell you? Maybe his unit was treated with faulty drugs. What if he had lied about getting that bite looked at? Your mind swirls with all these thoughts, and your breathing speeds up to match their pace.
You step back a little, but you're still hesitant to go. Never leave a man behind. That'd been drilled into you since the day you enlisted. You couldn't just leave him to suffer or maybe die. Especially not this man, your man.
You're about to say something else. You take a deep breath and conjure some words of reassurance.
But it's too late.
By the time you look back at him, you see the hair on his arms coming in thicker. It sprouts out another inhumane inch. His nails rise a little bit. The panic inside you courses through your veins with more intensity.
"What's happening to you?" you choke out.
"I told you to go. I wanted to leave. But you told me to stay," he grunts, still trying to conceal his face.
You're stunned into silence, trying desperately to think of what to say. All that comes out are the same words, repeated with a deeper sense of urgency. "What's happening to you?"
He tries to respond, but a strained groan erupts from him.
His body spasms. The seams of his shirt split as his shoulders broaden and muscles puff out. You watch in horror as your husband seems to transform. And then he finally turns his face and looks into your eyes.
It's the stare of an animal looking at you.
Your hands fly to your mouth to muffle a cry you let out. For years, you thought you escaped your time as an agent mentally unscathed. Besides the occasional nightmare, you never dealt with flashbacks or survivor's guilt. Your damage was purely physical. The bullet to your leg had been it for you. But now, everything was rushing back. Every set of sharp, gnashing teeth. Every creature that lunged at you with its insides on the outside. Every person that should be dead stumbling towards you and trying to bite. All of them, running laps around your frayed mind.
The only thought you could conjure while looking at him was that one of those things was in your house.
You stumble backwards in terror, watching as he rises to his feet. He stands taller than normal. His tattered shirt falls away, his pants holding on by a thread. He's more hairy. His eyes look more intense.
"What are you?" you cry, hot tears beginning to roll down your cheeks.
His now-golden eyes continue to stare at you. The black slits his pupils had morphed into makes you nauseous. His chest is still heaving. It looks like he's resisting the urge to pounce on you.
"What's the matter? I thought you said we're in this together?" he growls.
"Chris!" you sob, "What is this? What did they do to you?"
"You know how it goes, baby," he manages to answer, "I got infected, and they don't know how to treat it yet."
"Why- why didn't you just tell me that?" you whimper, trembling violently.
"You think I wanted to see you looking at me like this? LIke I'm a goddamn monster."
"I'm sorry-" you say instantly, but he cuts you off. He's not interested in hearing that at the moment.
"I wouldn't cheat on you. I never would. I've been going out every night cause there's only two things that make this shit go away," he says, his words becoming more labored as he fights the urge to give into the infection.
"What are they?" you sniffle and wipe at your eyes.
"I go out every night to feed," he starts.
Another cry escapes you at the mere picture it puts in your head. There's no way in hell you're going to ask what - or rather who - he feeds on.
"But tonight, I can't because you didn't want me going out. So I guess we'll have to try the other thing," he rasps.
Your lip quivers violently. Why did he say we this time? You wait with baited breath to learn of your fate.
"You're gonna let me breed you," he says, eyes nearly burning two little holes into you with the heat in his gaze.
You feel like fainting at the idea. Your arms fall to your sides limply. Fear prickles up your spine and into your lungs. It feels like chains are wrapping around your torso, threatening to break your ribs. You could barely look at him like this. How were you supposed to...
"I- I don't know, Chris," you stammer out through tears.
"Well I do. We're gonna do this, or things are gonna get really ugly here," he says. It's a warning, not a threat, which makes it so much more real to you.
You're frozen again, unsure of what to do.
"I'll give you a head start. I need the chase," he says.
You stutter at first, unsure if you should take the opportunity to escape or try to reason with him some more. Though in the few seconds it takes you to contemplate this, it really looks like he's losing control, so you decide to take your chances running.
Whipping around, you bolt down the hall towards the back door. You'd have to leave that way since he was blocking the other point of exit. You plan your route in your head just like you used to during missions.
There's also always the alternate possibility of darting up the stairs and getting the gun from the bedroom, but you aren't sure if bullets work on him, let alone if you could bring yourself to use it. Even in this new form, you still love him. You don't want to lose him.
So instead you practically rip the backdoor off its hinges before prancing across the porch and into the yard. The air outside is cooler, bringing a chill over you as your feet pad through the soft grass below.
You're in the process of hopping over the fence when you hear the door crash open again. He's after you now.
Breaths leave you in harsh puffs. Your limbs go taut with the instinct to survive. Despite the laser focus of your mind, you still feel shrouded in fear. Where are you running to? What are you going to do when you get there?
You couldn't just run to a neighbor's house. Chris might tear through them like this, and you don't want anyone getting hurt. But there's nothing else. You don't live close enough to any place that could help. Whatever mutation he had would probably aid him in tracking you, so you doubted hiding was an option. He looks more than strong enough to scale a tree.
It doesn't seem like there's any way to escape, but you keep sprinting, hoping for a miracle.
You're fast, but you can still hear your husband barreling towards you from behind. You leap over a log in your way and twist around rocks. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the big chunk of wood go flying seconds later. Then you hear a whoosh in what you assume is him leaping the boulder.
A small whimper leaves you, but you still keep going. You run in a straight line to keep your speed up. Your eyes stay locked straight ahead. He hasn't caught you yet. You can do this.
But interrupting your internal pep talk, the muscles in your thigh seize up, and you shriek. You go toppling to the ground, hitting it with a hard thud. It knocks the wind out of you. Your fingers claw at the dirt as you gasp for air.
This is why you were taken out of the field after your injury. If this happened out there, you'd be seconds away from death.
Right now though, you don't die. In lieu of the force of mortality, your husband crashes on top of you. You scream when he knocks into you. His large arms wrap around your body as the two of you roll across the grass. The struggle ends with him on top, grinning down at you with sharp canines in view. His chest puffs with the exertion it took to get here.
When you catch sight of his face, you wail louder. His features are somehow more pronounced, and a pair of pointed ears have sprouted atop his head. This is worse than any nightmare you've had before. You thrash beneath him, smacking your fists against his chest and jabbing your knees into his sides.
None of your fighting affects him. He wrestles your arms into place with ease and gets your legs to stop with his own, handling you as if you're merely throwing a silly tantrum.
"My sweet little wife," he rasps as he brings his face down to nose at your neck. He groans, his hips bucking as he takes in a breath of your scent. "You tried so hard, but you knew you wouldn't win."
His hand snakes down to massage the cramping muscles in your thigh. He knows just how to soothe them. Even with the rougher quality of his skin and longer nails, his digits move like they did just after you got surgery. Must be muscle memory.
He coos at your tears, nuzzling them away. "Shh, shh, shh, little one," he hushes, "You're gonna be fine. There's no safer place for you than with me."
You keep turning your head away, not wanting to look at him like this.
"Keeping those pretty eyes closed won't save you," he says.
You whimper, now trying to squirm away from him. Like before, he simply wrangles you back into place. He holds you down with one forearm across your collarbone, making you feel doubly pathetic. You push at the limb, but it's of no use. It may as well have weighed 1000 pounds the way you're simply unable to move it.
His free hand comes down to your belly. His warm palm spreads out over it. He holds it there for a moment, feeling how your stomach moves with each breath you take. Then his fingers slice upwards. His nails tear through your thin shirt like scissors through wrapping paper.
You shiver as he yanks it free, leaving your upper-half nude to the night air. Instantly, his hands paw at your breasts. He gropes them, fingers digging into the plump flesh and squeezing them together. His mouth stays at your neck. He kisses the skin, but his movements are sloppy. He laps at your pulse point, heavy breaths fanning over the wet area.
Despite your fear, the touches still stir feelings of desire within your body. You moan softly as his canines scrape along your throat. He chuckles lowly at the sound.
"You smell even better when you're a little scared," he says.
Your pants are next to go. He shreds them into pieces, letting them fall off your figure onto the grass. You squeak at the sound of the denim tearing.
He grinds down on you harder. His hips roll with such force it feels like he's trying to meld you with the ground. The movements draw a longer whine out of you, which in turn sends a rush of arousal through him.
You feel his bulge filling out against your center. It seems larger than ever before. After all these years of marriage, you know what his cock feels like. You've committed every detail to memory, and right now isn't matching up. You wrap your arms tighter around his abdomen out of the instinct to seek comfort from him. He does the same with to you, keeping you flush against his large frame for a few moments.
But then he lets you go. He pulls back and pushes down the remnants of his pants, freeing his cock from its confines. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head at the sight of the engorged shaft. It's longer for sure, but it's so much fucking thicker. His balls look heavier too, hanging proudly beneath.
You don't get much time to examine it because he's back on you in an instant.
"You're gonna take it so well, baby," he mutters against your lips before capturing them in a kiss.
You mewl, overwhelmed by his body all over you and his tongue intruding into your mouth. Kissing back reluctantly, you feel his middle finger slot between your folds and press down. His sharp nail cuts a perfect slit in the damp fabric over your pussy. You shudder as now you can feel the air hitting your slick.
His cock soon interrupts that sensation as he slides it against your wetness. He rocks it up and down through your arousal. You're so hot there, between your thighs. He angles his hips downward and slides his length into you.
You gasp before gritting your teeth. Your fingers clump fistfuls of grass against your palms. He's so much bigger. It's always a stretch, but this feels like the first time all over again. You can't even squirm because his large hands keep a firm hold on your hips.
The new size also affects him. A deep groan rumbles in his chest, and he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. Inch by inch he fills you up completely. It's nearly unbearable by the time he bottoms out. Your lip wobbles and more tears stream down your cheeks freely. They blur your vision, but it doesn't matter much as your eyes flutter anyways.
He can feel the shake of you crying, smell the salt of your tears. Neither make him slow down or stop. He digs his fingers into the dough of your hips harder, keeping you steady as he ruts into you.
"My fuckin' mate. Could never want anyone else," he grunts. He fucks into you a few more times before nipping at your neck and then continuing. "You're ok, baby. You were made for this. Made to take me."
You shriek as a particular snap of his hips shoves the head of his cock right up against your cervix. Cries accompany your tears now. Loud sobs pour from your mouth in a deluge.
He lets you be noisy. The large grassy field behind your house provides the room for you to scream as loud as you need. No one would be bothering you out here. Even if they did, it's not like they could do anything to stop Chris.
Your walls spasm around the veiny shaft that pulls in and out of your drippy hole, desperate to acquiesce to the large intrusion. His rhythm is already so quick. He pistons into you like he's in a rush; like if you're not bred here and now, he won't survive, which isn't far off from the truth.
You feel hot breaths against your throat. They come out quicker than the knocks of his pelvis against your ass. Noises akin to growling scratch at the back of his throat but never fully erupt.
"It's too much!" you finally wail, hoping for some sort of reprieve.
None is granted to you though. More broken sobs explode into the night air, but his face stays planted against your neck just as his cock stays nestled in your cunt.
"It's not too much," he finally mutters after a few seconds, "You're gonna take it all, and then you're gonna take my seed. Gonna take my pups, and you're gonna look perfect doing it."
Your body involuntarily squirms at the notion. You and Chris had both come to the decision that kids weren't for you. With his work and the mileage on your body from your own, the two of you decided to forgo that part of the white-picket-fence fantasy.
Now he's breeding you with dedication you've never seen him give to another task. Sure he isn't himself, but you'd still be yourself if he knocked you up. With all your stresses lately about your marriage potentially falling apart, slip ups with your pills have been happening more often.
It's hard to think any of this though from the way he batters your insides and molds them to his will. Your thoughts fade away in favor of an empty haze where everything is about him. Everything feels soft and dreamy when you let go. You wonder if his mind feels like another version of this.
"That's it. Atta girl. You know you're meant to be a mama, huh?" he rasps as your body melts down into a puddle.
"Chris!" you gasp. Your legs try to wrap around his large waist, but they can't get a good hold with how fast he's moving.
"Keep crying for me, little one," he says.
And that you do. Your fingernails drag down the rippling muscles in his back as you whine and cry. The sensation doesn't affect him at all. There's no hint of pain on his face, not an inkling of discomfort. Arousal floods out of you and around his length as he just keeps going.
"Gonna get you so full. No way it won't take."
Your knees bat at his side, but not out of resistance this time. You just can't control the tremors that take over you. They make your legs seize up and flail.
"So cute..." he grunts, "Your little body working so hard to take it all. Just like it'll work hard at carrying my pups."
Finally, you lose control. You think you cum, but it's hard to tell because you don't come down afterward. Trapped in this never-ending high, your eyes roll back and your body goes limp. White fills your vision just as hot pleasure covers every inch of your skin. He yanks you closer now, humping into your pussy like you're nothing more than a toy for him to play with.
"Good girl. Let it all go. Nothing's better than this. Just doing what you're supposed to. My perfect breeding pet," he growls.
Despite the rest of your body flopping around in his arms, your pussy stays nice and tight. It helps get him there. Each stroke into your heat drags him closer to the edge. He can't stop until he reaches the peak.
When he finally does, he throws his head back and releases with a roar. His muscles tense, his hips moving with the natural desire to breed. He doesn't have to think about anything. His cum spills out of him and into you.
It keeps going for a long time. You're not sure if it's because you're so out of it, but it's the longest orgasm you've seen anyone have. You can feel globs of his seed spilling trying to spill out of you even though he hasn't pulled out.
One last burst shoots against your walls, but then something finally pulls you back to reality. The intense stretch of his knot swelling up. You cry out, eyes widening in panic. Your hands push at his chest haphazardly.
Like every time tonight though, he won't let you go. He holds you on the swollen base of his cock. At least now though, when he's not trapped in the fervor of primal lust, he has the decency to kiss away your tears and stroke your cheeks.
"It's ok, sweetheart. Not much longer. You did so good for me," he whispers before kissing your nose, "Sweet little baby. You took so much didn't you?"
You nod lazily, watery eyes looking to him for reassurance.
"Yes, you did," he coos, "You just have to let it take now, and then you'll be all done."
His body stays true to his word. You don't have the exact time, but it's not too much longer before his knot begins to deflate.
You're relieved when the burn of the stretch begins to recede and fade away. It allows for a hazy sleepiness to take over instead.
Everything fades away. Your eyes droop, turning your vision to black. Vaguely, you feel Chris picking you up and the faint bobbing of steps. You hear the door creak and shut. Then soon, you feel the softness of your mattress beneath you and your blankets draped above you.
The last thing you feel before you shut your eyes is the weight of his bulky arm curling around your body and the heat of his chest against your back.
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This is my Halloween Eddie Diaz imagine for you all, I hope you will all like it. Please let me know what you think.
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Eddie Diaz Masterlist
Summary: As it's Halloween (Y/n) and Eddie take the kids to the annual party. And when their eldest is struggling, Eddie helps her.
Enjoy.
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Are you coming to the Halloween party this weekend?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
Eddie knew Bobby had tried to make sure the core team had the day off and the following day so they could all enjoy the celebration party together. And Eddie wasn't likely to miss it when all the kids were eager and expecting to dress up and have some fun.
"The kids are all eager to go, that's why I called. Chris wants me to make sure you're going."
A smile spread across Eddie's lips as he spoke, remembering the conversation he'd had with Chris last night. The ten year old was more than happy to go to the party, but he wouldn't be in the greatest of moods if Buck wasn't going. He wanted him to be there. And by the sound of Buck's laughter, Eddie figured the news had made him happy. He could already envision the smile spreading across Buck's face at the request.
"You can tell him I'll be there."
"Stay still, please." (Y/n) rose a brow as she stared down at her husband who was fidgeting in his seat, being rather uncooperative.
When he grinned and leaned forward, (Y/n) groaned and tilted her head back like she was staring up at the ceiling for answers. Her wrists dropped onto Eddie's shoulders while she felt his arms deadlock around her waist and he pulled her into him until their chests were merged together.
His lips attached to the side of her neck and he tugged (Y/n) up until she was perched higher on his lap, causing her knees to dig bruisingly into his hips with the way she was sat on top of him.
His hands slid round to her bum while he tried to nip a mark against her neck, but he didn't get far when (Y/n) tilted her head back and tapped his shoulders.
"You're making this very hard, Eddie." The way she said his name has shivers coursing down Eddie's spine but he grinned into her neck while she simply tutted at him.
"Hm, you're distracting." His voice was quiet with a guttural edge that made (Y/n)'s stomach flip, especially when his hands squeezed her flesh.
They were going to be late if he carried on.
Curling her hands around his shoulders, (Y/n) pushed him back until he finally relented and released her neck that stung with the tender sensation that told her he'd left a hickey in his wake.
"Let me finish."
Moving one hand, (Y/n) cupped Eddie's chin and nudged his head back so he was staring up at her and the motion made his neck stretch and look delectable. She liked the way Eddie ran his tongue across his lips and he looked at her through hazy, clouded eyes while his fingers started to tap against her skin in anticipation.
She was trying to finish his make up. They had decided on going to the Halloween party as zombies and (Y/n) loved doing make up and adding little special effects for Halloween. It was the best part of the night.
Her and Eddie had on some old clothes she had cut up and torn and added some green and red dye in places to make them look the part. Eddie's hair was spiked up and pointed in all directions, held in place with a bit of hair spray. He had a few little fake cuts on his arms, curtesy of latex and fake blood which looked surprisingly real. And Lottie had the great idea of sticking staples into the latex so it looked like her parents had been stapled back together like patchwork pieces.
The last thing to do in order to make their costumes look good was to add some make up. (Y/n) had done her own in advance because she knew they needed a lot of time to get the kids ready, but she hadn't expected Eddie to take the most time.
But (Y/n) should have known that when he sat on the bed to let her apply his make up, sitting down on his thighs was a bad move. Once she sat down, Eddie latched onto her and made it ten times harder and longer to do his make up.
He had grey and white face paint dabbed across his skin, grey and flecks of green painted around his eyes, blue and black around his lips and a pretend cut on his cheekbone.
"Will you let me finish?"
Eddie had a reply all lined up for that question and he leaned forward, his chin still held within (Y/n)'s grasp while he managed to capture her lips in a kiss. He felt her groaning against him, but he pulled back with a grunt when the bedroom door flung open.
"Can we go now?" The whining edge in Chris's voice showed how eager he was to get going. He had chosen to dress up as a mummy this year. He was wrapped in rolls of bandages (Y/n) had dyed and frayed so they looked old and dusty and he had let Lottie do his make up so he looked like he was starting to fade and decay.
"When your dad holds still."
"Alright, alright finish me off."
(Y/n) rose a brow and pursed her lips while Eddie smirked and tilted his head back. He stayed surprisingly still and quiet, allowing (Y/n) to touch up the make up around his eyes. And once she'd added some splotches of fake blood to his cheeks, she rubbed and dabbed at them to smear it across his skin. One last dribble of fake blood at the corner of his mouth and Eddie was all ready to go.
"All done, no kisses until it dries." She wagged her finger at him before she hopped off his lap before he could reach out and reel her back into his embrace.
"Are the girls ready?" (Y/n) reached out and rested her hand on Chris's shoulder, setting all the make up down on her dresser before she followed Chris out the bedroom, Eddie in tow behind them.
"Yeah, what's Buck going as?" Chris leaned his head on (Y/n)'s arm and stared up at her, admiring her make up. He loved everything to do with Halloween, the scarier the better and he thought his parents looked great.
"I don't know, baby, we'll have to wait and see."
(Y/n) followed Chris down the hall and went near the front door so they could both get their shoes on and make sure they had everything. They were taking a few baked goods they made earlier, some scary cupcakes and spider cookies.
Eddie diverted into the living room to check on the girls, wanting to make sure the pair of them were ready to go. His hands found his hips and he rose a brow when he looked at them.
Lottie was stood behind the sofa, leaning on the back of the cushion as she had two baby dolls in front of her. Eddie wondered what his eldest was doing but his attention diverted down to Minnie when the toddler began to whine. She was stood next to her sister, arms stretched up to try and reach for one of the dolls.
When Minnie turned and noticed Eddie in the doorway, she let out a little cry and pointed, waving her hand frantically to signal what she wanted. She was pushing up on her toes, desperately trying to reach for one of the dolls she wanted.
"What're you doing?" Eddie walked over to them, about to fold his arms over his chest until Minnie started pawing at him and grabbed his hand when he reached down for her.
"Baby!" She whined, pointing at the doll again to get Eddie to do something.
"The leg came off, if she'd just wait I'll get it back on." Lottie's exasperated sigh and raised brows made Eddie tilt his head to one side.
They had quite a few dolls around the house, Lottie and even Chris used to love playing with them when they were little. And although Lottie was twelve and was starting to grow out of her baby doll phase, she still had a few. Most of them had been passed down to Minnie as the toddler was obsessed with dolls.
For Halloween, (Y/n) and Lottie had made quite a few projects. They decorated the house, made ornaments and clay designs and they even found some old paintings in charity shops and painted them to look scary. Another thing they did was find some very old dolls and paint them. They sewed buttons onto the eyes, one had its mouth sewn shut, they had coated them in fake blood too.
Eddie thought Minnie would of been frightened, but she seemed infatuated. The two year old took the less scary doll with buttons for eyes and grey painted skin.
"It's Halloween, it can be missing a leg. Let her have it back."
Reaching over, Eddie gently took the doll from Lottie, leaving its leg on the back of the sofa before he held the doll down to Minnie. It didn't matter if the doll's leg was hanging off or completely gone, as long as Minnie didn't care then it added to the aesthetic.
A quiet "Baby," passed Minnie's lips again and she cuddled the doll to her chest and leaned into Eddie which prompted him to scoop her up. He lifted her up and settled her on his hip, grinning when she tilted her head to one side, curiously eyeing his make up.
"Are you ready, pumpkin?" Eddie looked over the little outfit his toddler was wearing which made his heart soar.
They let Minnie pick whatever costume took her fancy, and she decided a pumpkin one was best. She was wearing green tights, a vest and a squidgy felt costume over the top which had stuffing padded inside to make her look like a round pumpkin with a brightly carved smile on the front and triangle eyes.
"Yeah!"
"Good, you ready Carino?" He looked over at Lottie who grabbed the other doll she and her mum had reimagined for Halloween and nodded her head.
Lottie had chosen a skeleton costume and (Y/n) had happily painted her face with white circles around her eyes and on her nose and she had expertly painted teeth over Lottie's lips. Then the white parts had been outlined in black so her face had skull features.
"Then let's go."
They all got their shoes on and grabbed what they needed, seeing Chris and (Y/n) had already packed their baked goods into the jeep ready to go.
Eddie looped his free arm around Lottie's waist, reeling her into his side as they headed out to the car.
"Dad,"
"Hm?" He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of Lottie's head when she leaned back into him and tilted her head into his shoulder so she could glance up at him.
"It's a full moon." He followed her line of sight and looked up into the light evening sky, seeing that she was right. There was a full moon sending silver streaks through the sky. They were in for a good night.
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A grin spread across Eddie's lips and a fondness swelled in his eyes as he watched his little girl trot in front of him. The pumpkin outfit she wore started to sway and bounce from side to side as Minnie toddled along, kicking her feet out as she walked, clearly trying to hurry. She didn't seem to bend her legs when she walked as if she were made of wood, but she was surprisingly fast.
A squeal left her lips and she trotted ahead, weaving in and out of the people surrounding them while Eddie followed along behind her, making sure to keep her close in case she collided with anyone.
Once they headed into the kitchen, Eddie reached forward with his hands out and he scooped Minnie up causing her to scream in delight and kick her legs out. He didn't want her getting in the way and knocking anyone over when there were drinks scattered about and people with food.
He pinned his arm around her waist so her back was glued into his chest and he lathered kisses into her hair while she kicked her legs out.
"Hey cutie," Buck reached his hand out for Minnie when Eddie headed their way. He brushed his finger against her cheek, living the way she scrunched up and brought her knees up towards her middle like she was blushing and getting embarrassed.
Buck had Chris glued to his hip since the moment he arrived, the pair of them had been taking photos, doing a few little tricks and trying out all the delicacies Bobby had made.
"'Umpkin," Minnie pointed to her costume and waved her legs out towards Buck who handed a drink over to Eddie.
"I can see that, cutie."
Eddie tried to take a sip of the lemonade he had been handed, but he raised a brow and looked down when Minnie tilted her head back into his chest. A little whine left her lips and she wriggled against him until she could reach her hands up and try to take the cup from him.
"Thief." He muttered quietly and held the drink out to her now that the cup was half empty so she wouldn't spill it down them both.
"There you all are." Walking up behind them, (Y/n) placed her hands down on Eddie's shoulders and leaned up to kiss his neck. Pressing her chest into his back so she could perch her chin on his shoulder and look around their little group. "You're all wanted, the games are gonna start."
(Y/n) ticked her head to the side to indicate back to the living room. The party was being held at Bobby and Athena's house, and they were doing a few games for the kids. But that didn't mean to say that the rest of them couldn't join in, and everyone was emplored to join in.
"There's my pumpkin pie, come here." She took Minnie from Eddie's arms and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek while she felt Eddie kissing the back of her head.
She turned and headed back towards the living room where everyone else was gathering and moved towards Lottie. The eldest was stood to one side near the patio doors looking like she was engrossed in conversation with Maddie who was stood on her left.
Leaning over, (Y/n) set Minnie down to her feet and held both her hands so the toddler couldn't try and make any daring escapes or run around and cause some chaos. She wasn't sure where Minnie's energy had come from considering time was getting on and she would usually be going to bed around now. But she was in new surroundings with all the people she loved, she was too excited to get tired yet.
"Alright, who's up for musical statues?" Athena gave a sceptical look around the gathering of people and kids mingling around in her living room.
"I'll control the music," Bobby tapped the CD player that was sat next to him which already had a Halloween themed disc ready to play. He wasn't so good at musical statues but he could be fair and impartial with the music and turn it on and off for them all.
A round of smiles and murmuring agreements flooded the air while (Y/n) turned to look beside her at Eddie. The only one who would be any good at this was Eddie. (Y/n) didn't do well with standing still, something would easily distract her or make her laugh and she would move, and Lottie couldn't sit still so standing frozen wasn't her expertise either. Chris wasn't great at this game, he tended to burst out laughing. And Minnie was too young to understand.
When Buck shuffled round a little, Chris followed him to the side so there was ample room between them all, allowing them to dance and move without knocking into each other.
"Okay, when the music stops, you all freeze. Anyone still moving when it stops is out. Off you go,"
The first song that came on was Monster Mash and (Y/n) grinned when Minnie let go of her hands and started to wiggle. Her little knees bent and she leaned over to shake like she was a blob of jelly being wobbled from side to side. She wasn't going to win this game, but she wasn't going to stop dancing either, not that it really mattered.
Chris didn't exactly move his legs or his feet but he swayed and rocked back and forth very rapidly like he was being blown about by the wind. His head nodded in time with the music and he grinned when Buck started to do some strange moves with his arms thrown up in the air.
(Y/n) leaned into her daughter's side when Lottie started to do the dance moves that went along with the song. Lottie loved dancing.
Maddie and Chimney stood to one side, looking like they were doing a rehearsed dance routine which was actually rather good.
As soon as Bobby paused the music, almost everyone stopped.
(Y/n) kept her arms high in the air and tried to tense her elbows so she didn't move or waver. She could see Eddie out the corner of her eye, leaning forwards with one knee bent out like he was about to lose his balance. Both Lottie and Chris actually paused and seemed to hold still which was a change, but when (Y/n) and Eddie looked at their youngest, they grinned.
Minnie was still jiggling. Her head was shimmying like a bobble head figure and she was wriggling her bum, although she looked up in confusion when she realised no one else was moving and the music was paused.
Athena grinned down at Minnie, it was clear in her eyes that she wasn't going to tell her she was out of the game because she was too young to understand. She could continue to dance while everyone else played.
"Chimney, you're arm moved. You're out."
He tutted and rolled his eyes playfully but he didn't seem too bothered. He stalked over towards the kitchen to find something to eat while the game carried on.
The music continued for a little while, Bobby timed it just right to stop the music when Maddie and Buck were in the middle of their jam session and both of them wobbled on their feet before stumbling two or three paces. The next one out was Karen.
"Quick, stop." Eddie held his hands down towards Minnie to try and get her to join in and freeze, but she grabbed his hands instead and pulled on them until Eddie wobbled.
"Eddie, you're out."
He muttered a soft "You got me out," to Minnie, but he let her pull him from the dance floor and aim towards the garden instead. She was bored of dancing when the music kept stopping, and there were decorations outside she wanted to go and look at.
Turning towards Chris, (Y/n) took his hands and they started their own little dance routine, glancing over towards Bobby every few seconds to see if they had to stop yet.
But when (Y/n) just happened to glance over her shoulder and look towards Lottie, she frowned. Her eldest had her head tilted to the right, and she wasn't dancing anymore. There was a vacant look in her eyes, but both her hands were subtly shaking at her sides like she was stimming in the same manner Chris always did. And Lottie looked to be swaying back and forth like she was being blown about in a soft breeze.
She was seizing.
"Keep going." She smiled encouragingly at Chris before she let go and hurried over to Lottie instead. "Sweetheart?" Her hands delicately cupped Lottie's face and her thumbs brushed across her cheeks to stimulate her, but it was clear in her eyes with her pupils expanded wide that she wasn't with it. She was having an absent seizure.
(Y/n) took a step closer so every time Lottie swayed from her heels to her toes, she would nudge into (Y/n). She didn't want to risk her daughter wobbling too much and falling over.
Her lips pressed to the top of Lottie's forehead and she moved her hands to rub up and down her arms comfortingly. These kind of seizures usually didn't last long. She looked over her shoulder and caught Maddie's eye who was looking over, silently asking if she needed help. Maddie was a nurse, it was clear to her what was happening when she took in Lottie's stance.
Even Hen and Buck were starting to look and notice that something wasn't quite right, but (Y/n) smiled and nodded. They could carry on, they didn't have to stop or try and intervene, Lottie was alright. This was something they had all gotten used to.
"Sweetheart, you with me?"
A quiet hum left Lottie's lips but her eyes didn't start to constrict or change, they were blown wide until there was almost nothing but her black pupils taking over her eyes. And when (Y/n) looked down, she noticed Lottie's hands were moving differently now.
Her hands were bending back towards her wrists, and her fingers were curling in odd spasms while her arms continued to tremble. It wasn't enough to make her limbs spasm and jerk like tonic clonic seizures, it was just a tiny shudder as if she were starting to feel cold.
Instead of swaying on her feet, Lottie suddenly stumbled into (Y/n) a few steps before she started to walk. She wasn't picking her feet up properly, she looked to be shuffling rather than walking, but she was moving at a quickened pace.
"Lottie- sweetheart, just- just-" (Y/n) held onto Lottie's shoulders, but the twelve year old was still trying to walk.
She didn't have many seizures where she continued to walk or move, this wasn't her usual kind.
She continued to shuffle away from the rest of the group who were dancing now that it was down to Buck, Chris and Maddie in the game. But all of them were glancing over at (Y/n) and Lottie just to make sure they weren't needed to help in any way.
When Lottie looked like she was aiming for the bedrooms across the hall, (Y/n) tried to pull her back but it caused Lottie's head to sway back and forth. (Y/n) twisted to stand in front of her and she felt a swell of relief in her chest when she watched Hen walk over and stand behind them. She figured they could use some help to try and sit Lottie down to wait out this seizure. It was safer than having her trying to move about somewhere she was unfamiliar with.
A gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips and she stumbled back a few paces when Lottie's head dropped forward into her shoulder and her daughter stumbled into her chest.
Hen reached out and held onto Lottie's waist, steadying her before she went down and (Y/n) felt Bobby reach out to hold onto her just in case she toppled backwards.
The three of them went down on their knees, easing Lottie down with them as she leaned into (Y/n)'s chest and her breathing started to change. She wasn't taking shallow, quick breaths like she was panting or preparing for a race. Her breaths were laboured and getting deeper which is what they wanted.
(Y/n) began smoothing her hand up and down Lottie's arm and she kissed the top of her head when she heard Lottie start to mutter something into her chest. She was coming back around.
"You okay sweetheart?"
Reaching forward, Hen carefully helped Lottie lean back up and looked her over to make sure she was back to her senses and back in control.
"Yeah…" Lottie blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog from her mind and her pupils finally started to constrict so she could focus on her mum and get her vision back. She didn't feel as bad as she usually did when she came round from a seizure, she preferred these ones if she had to have any at all. These were easier.
She leaned into her mum's touch when she began gliding her hands up and down her arms, and Lottie tried to smile when she noticed Hen was knelt behind her and Bobby was crouching at their side, checking she was okay. But when she looked down, her upper lip curled and a quite huff mixed with a whine burned at the back of her throat.
Her hands had gone stiff.
Lottie had dystonia, her muscles became very stiff and it always flared up after a seizure. It was mainly contained to her hands and sometimes her neck. If she had her head bent to one side during a seizure, it could take minutes or even hours to be able to move her neck again.
Tonight it was her hands. Her hands were bent back towards her wrists with the heel of her palms pushing outwards. Both index fingers were curled into her palm while the rest of her fingers were bent back near her knuckles. It didn't exactly hurt yet, but Lottie knew if her hands stayed like this they would ache.
The last time this happened, it took two whole days for her hands to go back to normal and she had to stay off school for those two days. She didn't want to go and have anyone staring at her, and she couldn't write or read her school books or grab things in class. She could barely get dressed in the morning when she was like this, especially if her arms stiffened up too.
"Mum, m-my hands," Both her arms coiled in towards her chest and she pressed her contorted hands into her stomach like she was trying to hide them away.
"It'll settle down soon. Let's go get something to eat and sit down, you haven't eaten yet."
Lottie tried to smile when both her mum and Hen eased her up to her feet and once she was up, (Y/n) looped her arm through Lottie's elbow and leaned in close.
They made a slow walk towards the buffet table in the kitchen and Lottie pressed up into (Y/n)'s side while she watched her mum grab two plates and start adding a few things to them. None of them had eaten yet and (Y/n) knew if the kids didn't eat now they might feel sick if they ate too late at night, although she suspected Chris and Buck had already started munching earlier.
(Y/n) kissed Lottie's temple and they walked around the house for a few moments, walking slow and weaving between people. They were moving about to make sure Lottie felt okay and didn't have another seizure oncoming.
"I think everyone's outside." She muttered softly and pointed towards the open patio doors. Lottie seemed alert and okay and she would be fine to start eating now.
They headed out into the garden, lit up with skull fairy lights and a variety of pumpkins with candles within them.
(Y/n) rose a brow when she caught sight of her family sat down to one side of the garden. Chris was stood up doing some kind of dance to the music next to Eddie who was sat on the outdoor sofa. And then there was Buck in one of the chairs with Minnie curled up on his chest. The toddler looked like she was still awake, but she was on the verge of falling asleep and Buck seemed happier than ever to sit with her.
Leaning over, (Y/n) set the plates of food down on the table in front of Eddie before she turned to Chris.
"Shall we go get you something to eat?"
Chris nodded and promptly took her hand, practically dragging (Y/n) inside who cast one more glance over her shoulder and looked between Lottie and Eddie. Her husband smiled and silently nodded over at her; Buck had told him Lottie had a seizure but (Y/n) had it under control. Eddie would of rushed inside if he hadn't seen Lottie walk past the doors. He knew seeing her walking past and seeing that no one stopped or started gasping meant it was a small one and everything was okay.
Eddie moved his arm onto the back of the sofa and smiled when Lottie walked over to him. She slumped down beside him and immediately moved under his arm which looped around her shoulders so he could peck her temple.
"You hungry, Carino?" Eddie motioned to the plate (Y/n) had left on the table and he reached forward to pick it up, but his lips pursed when Lottie shook her head.
He didn't miss the way she pressed her arms tighter into her waist and once he straightened up and leaned back, Lottie moved with him. She burrowed into his side with a frown on her face and her anxious eyes glancing around the garden like she was looking for some kind of threat.
"Dad, I wanna go home." Her voice was quiet and she looked down, focusing on the loose threads and rips in her dad's shirt that were for special effect.
"Why?" Eddie's tone was light but there was something hidden behind the word, like he already knew what she was going to say.
He could feel his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach when Lottie motioned to her hands on her lap. The way she glanced down at her hands in dismay made Eddie frown and a wave of sympathy washed through him which he dried to simmer down.
"People are looking."
Eddie sighed quietly and pressed another kiss to her temple before he shook his head. No one here was going to stare or judge her. All the team knew about Lottie's epilepsy and it was clear her hands were like that because of her condition. This wasn't new to the team, they had seen far worse on calls and no one was going to stare at her like she was some sort of weird circus act.
"Baby, no one's looking at you." He set the paper plate down on her lap and made the effort to look around the garden. No one was staring at her and if they were, it was very subtle because Eddie couldn't see anything.
"They are." Maybe it just felt like they were looking, but Lottie didn't want people to stare. She hated when her limbs went stiff like this and she couldn't bend them back or look normal.
"That's because you look beautiful, nothing to do with your hands. Now have something to eat, Carino." The sincere tone in Eddie's voice made Lottie's heart jump and she almost wanted to smile, especially when a cheesy grin spread across his lips and he pecked her cheek. Being careful not to touch or ruin her make up or rub some of his own make up onto her.
She looked down at the plate on her lap and her teeth sank into her lower lip. She was hungry, and her mum had put all of her favourite foods onto her plate, especially the pasta Bobby made. She loved Bobby's cooking. But she couldn't move her hands, they were set in stone, bent back to her wrists almost.
"I can't do it." She slumped her hand onto the plate, almost tipping the paper plate upside down in her effort to show her dad she couldn't do it.
"So let me help."
Reaching out, Eddie took the plastic fork from the table and carefully wormed it between her bent fingers before he carefully turned her hand sideways so she was at an angle near the plate.
He and (Y/n) were always trying to empower Lottie and Chris. When Chris was little, Eddie's parents often tried to feed him because for Chris to do it himself when he was younger, it took a lot of time and mess. But (Y/n) and Eddie stopped them doing that and told them Chris had to learn. He took his time, it was a lot of trial and error, but he got the hang of it in the end.
And whenever Lottie had a seizure, they tried to coach her through it. They came up with plans and guidelines to follow. And if her dystonia flared up, they tried to get her to get dressed by herself and only helped if she really needed it. And they were showing her she could still do things like hold a fork and eat with her hands bent like this.
The one thing they never forced her to do was go to school if she was having a bad flare up. She did her school work from home on those days and they knew some days it got her down and it was okay to help her during those days.
"Okay?" Eddie murmured while he grabbed the other plate and started to eat a few things from it.
His eyes constantly glanced down to Lottie, watching how she tried to eat the pasta. She managed two mouthfuls, but her hands were trembling and when she tried again, the pasta shook off the fork and a few snack bites rolled off the plate and onto her lap.
"It hurts." She thrashed her hand until the fork fell onto the plate, she had to tense her fingers even more to hold the fork and her hands were starting to ache. She would rather starve than faff trying to eat when her hands weren't cooperating.
The last time a flare up happened, one hand had been curled into a fist and her fist was bent into her wrist. That had been so easy to hold a spoon and feed herself at the dinner table, she didn't mind that. But this was different.
When she went to toss the plate off her lap in frustration, Eddie reached over and held her wrist. There was nothing but understanding in his eyes and a calm expression on his face, despite the tears welling up in Lottie's eyes, threatening to ruin her make up.
"Carino, would you like me to help?"
Lottie didn't exactly want help because she didn't want people to stare, but they both knew she needed to eat, and she couldn't do it alone.
When she feebly nodded her head, Eddie shuffled a bit closer and stabbed at the pasta. He helped her as if it was the most normal thing in the world to eat his food with one hand and feed Lottie with the other.
It made Lottie partly feel like she was Minnie's age, needing someone to sit and feed her. But the other part of her felt warm and cosy and loved because her dad was helping, and he wasn't making a fuss or acting like this was silly or annoying or like she couldn't do it herself. He was helping, and Lottie loved him even more for it.
And when she glanced around, she could feel her heart calming down when she couldn't see any eyes on them. Buck was muttering something to Minnie who was practically asleep by now, Hen and Karen were chatting in one corner, Chimney and Maddie were in the doorway.
Her arms relaxed onto her lap and she tried to keep her eyes off her bent, contorting hands so she could look up at her dad instead.
Her head leaned on his shoulder and she smiled when he kissed the top of her head. Both of them glanced ahead when they watched (Y/n) and Chris move to sit down opposite them and begin to eat too.
(Y/n) couldn't stop the smile from lighting up her face when she looked over at Eddie as he leaned to feed Lottie again. And she realised Lottie wasn't looking at her hands anymore or trying to imbed them into her waist to hide.
She was calm sitting next to her dad.
#911 imagine#imagine#eddie diaz x reader#eddie diaz imagine#eddie x reader#eddie diaz#bobby nash#evan buckley#halloween
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I humbly submit a request for: heavy breeding kink Severus.
Cursed into Temptation is so well written, and the way you captured him as desperate and repressed with a need for dramatic release would just fit so well.
I hope this inspires you, but if you aren't comfortable writing it then that's all good too. ^-^
I hope you are having a nice day/evening :)
Claiming What’s Yours
Severus Snape x original female character
7.1k words+
18+ smutty Snape of the breed-kink kind 🤭
Thank you to whoever requested this! I hope I’ve done it some justice and I’m especially nervous since this is the first breed-kink fic I have ever written in my life 🫣🤣🫶
For the longest time, Severus Snape didn't believe he should allow himself to feel the amount of pleasure he had experienced over the last few weeks. Falling for the new professor only a few months back was something he never expected, but the way they had gotten to know each other over most recent weeks was something he expected even less. He would be the first person to admit how nervous he felt at the beginning, how hesitant he was to give himself over to the way she made him feel, but in this short amount of time he also couldn't deny she had brought the side out in him that he had repressed for all these years. He had gone from feeling nothing for anyone to absolute infatuated obsession for her, and she was more than happy to oblige; emotionally, physically, sexually.
Desire was not a feeling Severus was particularly familiar with prior to meeting her, though he would be lying if he said it wasn't 99% of what he felt now. The constant urge and need to be near her, touch her, claim her as his own literally any chance he could get. She helped him discover more about himself than he knew before he met her. There was a time when he couldn't even entertain the idea of being alone with a woman in that regard, but now he was having a hard time thinking of anything but. He wanted her, needed her, so much so that he now found himself constantly consumed by the idea of forever being inside her. She audibly loved the way he throbbed each time his entire length slid all the way inside her with absolute ease, and he loved the feeling of her squeezing around him when she just couldn't take the pounding of his hips anymore.
It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed the intimacy at the beginning, but the last few weeks had been unlike anything he could have imagined. It all started when they had got so lost in one another one night that they hadn't even thought about using any protection. They had attended a Hogwarts ball and been kept apart for the majority of the night, occupied by different people wanting their separate attention, but they couldn't help devouring each other with their eyes each time their gaze met across the room. The door to his chamber was barely even shut after them stumbling through it before they were desperately tearing clothes off one another’s backs. Grunts and heavy breathing radiated off the walls, hands flying all over each other, and they didn't even make it to the bedroom. The kitchen table, the counter top, and the wall were just a handful of surfaces they found themselves pressed against or bent over, held to each one by the pinning of desperate hips. Fingers frantically skimmed over skin whilst teeth clattered together from the urgency of their kisses; the desire in their bellies aflame like never before. In all the excitement and whirlwind of their craved release, it had completely slipped their minds to use any form of contraception. Before they even had time to think, Severus was plummeting his hips directly into hers completely, without any barrier of protection, without even a safety-netting spell put in place, without a care in the world for the consequence. The fire that ripped through him as he reached his climax was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was clear that she reciprocated the feeling, but it was only after the panting between them both had calmed down that they had realised why; there hadn't been a single barrier between them, not a single thing put in place to prevent a pregnancy.
It was the constant chase of that pure release that started it first; the knowing that they could only feel like that if they were to risk conceiving again. Then it was that; the risk. They both knew and had admitted previously that they did not wish to have a child, but the danger of this drove their passions even more wild. However, it wasn't long after that, that Severus’ appetite for lust changed; the knowing that she was allowing, even begging at times, for him to release his sticky climax inside her in full knowing of the consequences both good and bad — good being that they could feel every pulse and clench of pleasure they caused one another, and even the once bad being that they may end up with child was now growing less and less of a burden — was driving him insane. To know she trusted him enough to have her this way made him feral. To have at one another like two animals in heat made him feel god-like, and to be this close to her with no barriers between them was becoming even more of a want, even more than a need, it was becoming an obsession. Every time he saw her, his mind was immediately riddled with how they could sneak away to their closest option; a classroom, a potions closet, anywhere to just have their way with one another, and as the days went by, they acted upon these urges like they were ticking off some sort of sex location check list — each place more obscene than the last. Their eyes would meet across a corridor, a hall, or a classroom, and they would both know exactly what the other was thinking; when and where could they do it again?
Today was no different; his need for her was so strong that last night’s rough tumble in the sheets were almost a distant memory. They had crossed paths in the corridor earlier, Severus reached out his arm and purposefully brushed their fingers together, earning a faint smirk as she looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes fell upon a closed potions cupboard door and allowed his mind to drift to what they once got up to in there before and how he would do anything to have that right now. Even brief moments shared like these, especially when not knowing he would be seeing her again, sometimes left him wondering whether he should just lock himself away in his chamber, a potions closet, or even a staff toilet cubicle and get himself off so he could go about his day without the constant craving for release on his mind. However, nine times out of ten he would be won over by the knowing that to save it all for her would satisfy his desires much more; he went with the theory that he more he pumped into her, the more likely she would be to have his child, and to create something now as a result of their burning passion and want for one another would fulfil him more than he could ever begin to explain.
Severus spotted his chance for a brief few moments in between classes and immediately took the opportunity of approaching one of the older students, “Go and tell Professor Lillywhite that Professor Snape wishes to see her.”
The student obliged, as many would, afraid of the snide remarks they would get if they did otherwise, unless they were one of his beloved Slytherin students, of course. Severus walked back into his Potions Classroom and closed the door behind him, exhaling quietly as he began to put away the items that had been left out from the lesson before and muttering to himself about how lazy some of the students were at tidying up after themselves.
“You wanted to see me, Professor?” A spine-tinglingly familiar voice broke the silence as his door opened.
“Will you ever stop addressing me like so?” Severus turned around with a brow arched.
“I thought you said that whilst we were at work, we should address each other as—” She felt herself blushing as Severus came closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
“Ah, but there is a momentary pause between classes at present,” He dipped his head to whisper into her ear and kissed it lightly, “Is there not?”
“Fifteen minutes?” She half giggled, placing her hands now over his large ones that were settled upon her stomach.
“Do you doubt me, Miss Eleanor?” He spoke against her neck this time and tauntingly dragged his lips down the side of it, and she could feel the unshaven scruff that was beginning to grow upon his face; they both were far too fond of fooling around in the bathroom in most recent days that he was scarcely remembering to even shave.
“N…Not at all, Severus…” She spoke in a slightly uneasy tone as a result of his lips now latched upon her neck.
“Do not doubt yourself to put me in a state where I am always��ready to have my way with you, regardless of the place or timing,” He gently suckled on the crook of her neck for a few moments, one of Eleanor’s hands reaching up to tangle in his hair with a soft gasp before he spoke again, “And, most importantly, do not doubt my ability of planting my child, ourchild inside you even within those mere fifteen minutes.” His hands absentmindedly rubbed back and forth over her stomach.
“Mmm… fifteen minutes, you say?” She smirked, tilting her head up to catch his eye as she played with his hair, “I would say that its more now like… twelve.”
The fire within Severus’ eyes lit immediately from her words, already feeling the arousing challenge in the pit of his stomach. Eleanor watched as the desire flickered in his eyes, instinctively turning herself around and wrapping her arms around his neck as he leaned down to urgently press their lips together. Severus’ hands moved immediately to her dress and began to rise it above her hips as he backed her into the utility cupboard of his classroom, their kisses becoming rougher with each step they took. Eleanor’s hands slipped from his neck to his chest and then the front of his pants, smirking as her fingertips found the bump in the material. Severus instinctively pushed his hips forward and whimpered against her lips, reaching down for one of her thighs and raising it so she could hook her leg around his waist.
“Mmm… already?” She grinned when her hand cupped his clothed erection, gently squeezing him.
“Will you ever lose the tone of surprise?” He responded, pinning her against the wall by his hips and trapping her hand between them in the process and letting out a soft groan from the added pressure of her hand against his crotch.
Eleanor smirked against his lips and made quick work of unfastening his pants, pulling the crotch open and continuing to kiss him as their breathing became more and more heavy. Every move was made with pure desperation and urgency; him hitching her dress up, her popping open every button on his trousers, him lifting her leg a little further up, her fumbling with his underwear whilst he attempted to reach for hers.
“No underwear?” He asked as his fingertips slid past the hem of her dress, “Good girl.”
“I know how you like it…” Her arms snaked around his neck, “—Sir.”
Severus inhaled shakily from the tone of her voice and he reached between them, guiding himself with one hand and claiming her lips desperately as he thrust himself inside her. Eleanor squealed but knew she must be quieter than if they were in his chamber. Her leg squeezed around him and one arm raised above her head and against the shelf above as Severus wasted no time in pounding's hips upward, grunting heavily with each movement but continuing to kiss her feverishly.
“I should stand at the door as each person enters the castle and cast the muffliato charm upon them so we can have our way with one another at full volume.” He smirked against her lips, moaning in between breaths.
Eleanor could barely respond with words, so just let out a flirtatious giggle instead. She grasped onto one of the shelves overhead to try and keep herself upright whilst taking the urgency of Severus’ hips. The kiss broke briefly as she tilted her head back against the wall, but it didn't take long for Severus’ lips to find her collarbone, then her neck, kissing all the way up to her jaw before hungrily kissing her lips again with a merciless thrust that lifted her even further up the wall.
“You kiss me as if you didn't just have me for your breakfast,” Eleanor whispered against his lips with a grin, her arms now back around his neck again.
“You know that was just a taste…” He whispered back, gently tugging at her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Of…?” Eleanor taunted him, tangling her fingers in his hair.
“What’s to come,” Severus inhaled sharply, readjusting himself so he could move his hips with more ease whilst breathing against her lips and emphasising each word with a powerful thrust, “And, fuck, do I need- to- cum!”
Eleanor moaned softly and squeezed her leg around him, lightly pulling at his hair as his hips relentlessly pounded upwards. Severus’ hand trembled against her thigh as he continued to hold it lifted at his hip, his lips now moving to her neck and harshly sucking at the skin to try and muffle the sounds attempting to escape his mouth. Their bodies shook against one another with desperate want for him to explode inside her and one of Eleanor’s hands even slipped to his bottom to urge him not to stop. Her other hand reached back up to grasp onto one of the shelves above them, knocking a few glasses into each other as her fingertips turned white from how hard her grip was.
“Professor Snape?” A voice called after a few knocks at the classroom door, “Professor Snape, Sir?!” The voice grew louder.
“H—Huh?” Severus forced his eyes open, his hips still moving.
“I have those papers you asked for!” The voice said through the door, “The ones you requested to be placed on your desk before your next class!?”
“Severus!?” Eleanor’s eyes widened, hanging onto him with her arms around his neck again.
“Oh, for fu—” Severus grunted; he had hoped for the person to have given up, however, panic struck both of them when he heard his classroom door open, “Shit- fuck- ugh!” He grumbled in frustration, unsure of if his heart or his cock was throbbing harder.
He placed her foot back on the floor and exhaled deeply, trying to tuck himself away and disguise his pulsing problem the best he could as he fastened his trousers back up. His breathing remained heavy as he watched Eleanor try and push her skirt back down so it covered her properly.
“Stay. Here.” He spoke quietly but firmly, looking her up and down before turning to walk out of his potions closet.
“Ah, Professor Sna—” The young, training Professor tried to speak before Severus cut him off completely;
“My classroom, I speak first,” He snapped, trying to cover up his flustered expression, “I, for one, cannot believe that you think you have the right to burst into my classroom without awaiting my invitation.” He pointed his index finger at him.
“But, Professor, you told me- asked me, even, to come to your classroom with the papers-!” The young Professor tried to explain himself, but Snape had passed the point of any explanation.
“Perhaps I did ask for you to return those papers to me before the start of my lesson, but what I do not recall is inviting you into my classroom without my permission!” Severus’ voice raised.
“But, Professor, I knock—”
“’But Professor’ nothing!” Severus was practically shouting at this point, his cock aching as it was forced to soften in his trousers, “You barge into my room, you disrupt me, and now you throw excuses at me?”
“I—I am sorry,” The young Professor spoke in a shy tone.
“Get out.” Severus turned away from him, exhaling deeply.
“Professor?” The young man blinked hard.
“Out!” Severus spun around on his heels, pointing at the door.
Without another word, the young Professor turned and walked out of his classroom, shutting the door behind him. Severus exhaled deeply and gritted his teeth in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb and brushing his palm over the front of his pants as he glanced down to ensure the obvious bump was gone.
“You can come out now.” He cleared his throat, standing with his hands on his hips as he glanced around the room.
“That was a bit ruthless, Severus…” Eleanor spoke almost shyly as she walked out of the potions cupboard, still adjusting her dress.
“You know I don't like being interrupted.” Severus spoke flatly, turning to face her.
“I know,” She glanced at the door before leaning up to peck his lips, “It was hot.”
“Don’t…” He whispered against her lips, feeling her kiss go straight to his cock.
“Not enough time now?” She teased, looking up at him as she pulled back.
“As much as I think you are more than capable of making me cum within seconds, I think—” He began until Eleanor placed her index finger over his lips.
“Usual place after hours?” She spoke in a seductively suggestive tone, raising her eyebrows.
“Fuck, yes, please.” Severus spoke against her finger, nodding quickly, “If I can last that long.”
“Oh, you better,” She gave him more of a stern look, though a smirk crept upon her face as she walked to the door and she turned around to flash it to him, “I will know, Severus.”
Severus took a shaky breath and walked back behind his desk, gripping onto it tightly as he leaned against it, wanting nothing more than to have Eleanor upon it; legs parted and him between them, pounding away to his hearts content as she begged him to fill her up with his warm, sticky release.
‘No,’ He told himself, shaking his head as he knew the students would be arriving any second, ‘No time for thoughts like that. Just a few more hours and there will finally be no interruption. You can do this.’
The following hours felt like days and Severus was having to try his hardest to not make any mistakes throughout the lessons that filled them. How close he was to exploding inside her just moments before they were interrupted was painful, and it only made him long to be that close to her even more than usual. He wasted no time in heading in the agreed direction once the usual time was upon him, praying for the emptiness of the usual place.
He could feel his skin prickling with heat from the want of her, the need to fill her, as he walked briskly down the torch-lit corridors and then hurried up the steps in the way one would if they were being chased by a boggart. The Astronomy Tower after hours was one of their favoured locations, providing complete undercover silence until the area was filled with echoes of their own pleasure as Eleanor pleaded with him not to stop and Severus panted with desperation of reaching his climax inside her. The view of the stars from the top of the tower were a beauty to behold in their own right, but the stars they saw when their eyes squeezed shut and came apart as a result of their pounding hips were even more impressive. The sheer height of the tower made them feel like they ruled over the whole grounds when stood in their own heat after their desires had been met, like no one else mattered and no one could touch them; like no one in this world or any other had ever shared the closeness that they have when intimate with one another like this; no barriers, no preventions, just the two of them and the possibility of what could be created because of it.
He made his way to the top of The Astronomy Tower, and then he saw her. The whole beauty of the night sky encapsulated within her silhouette. As he approached closer, his eyes feasted upon the dress she was wearing — certainly not the same as earlier in the day. It emphasised everything he loved about her body.
“You must stop forcing me to make such horrible decisions, my pet…” He whispered huskily into her ear from behind.
“I’m sorry?” Eleanor grinned, enjoying the feeling of his arms now snaking around her from behind as her hands remained held onto the railings in front of her.
“Wearing things like this…” He pressed a singular kiss behind her ear, making her shiver, “I can’t decide if I want to fuck you with it on or just completely tear it off.”
“Mmm…” She bit her lip, tilting her head to the side to allow his pathway of kisses down her neck, “My apologies, sir.”
“Keep addressing me like that and this could all be over in a flash.” Severus half joked against the crook of her neck, kissing the skin delicately.
Eleanor giggled and turned her head, pressing her lips to his immediately. Severus’ arms tightened around her as he kissed her back and their eyes fell shut, each of them sighing softly against one another’s lips. Eleanor reached one arm behind her and into his hair, deepening the kiss as she tangled it between her fingers.
“I’ve been craving this…” Severus spoke against her lips, pinning her to the railings with his hips, “Goddamn the power you hold over me, Eleanor,” He inhaled sharply, “To fill you with my baby.”
“Our baby.” Eleanor squeezed her free hand over his against her stomach.
“I must have you,” He breathed heavily in between kisses, stressing his need by brushing his hardened, clothed cock against her bottom, “Now.”
Eleanor’s hand trembled over his slightly, kissing him hungrily, “Take what is yours, Severus.”
“Are you ready for me?” His voice was low, one of his hands now making its way up her inner thigh.
“I—I’m never not ready for you, sir…” She breathed against his lips, feeling her thighs tingle slightly as his hand reached the very top.
The kiss broke with a soft gasp from Eleanor once Severus’ hand made it between her legs. Quickly finding that she was still wearing no underwear, his fingers wasted no time in starting to explore. Eleanor’s mouth fell open with a breathy moan and she hung her head forward, one hand against the railing and another in his hair, each grip growing tighter every time he taunted a finger inside her.
“Mm… so good for me.” Severus growled lowly, using his free hand to reach between them and unfasten his trousers desperately, “Bend over the railing for me, sweetheart.”
Eleanor did exactly as she was told without even a moment of hesitation, both hands now holding onto the railings in aroused anticipation. Severus removed his hand from between her legs and used it to hoist her dress up a little more so he could line himself up with her properly. Within seconds he had thrust himself inside her just like the many times before with such ease. Both of their mouths fell open to let out a breathy moan simultaneously, the closeness of how they had almost lost themselves in Severus’ potion’s closet still in the forefront of their minds.
“Mm, don't hold back, baby…” Eleanor exhaled, pushing back against him.
Severus sucked on each of his coated fingers but remained silent as he leaned over her a little more, pressing his lips to her ear and murmuring into it, “I wasn't planning on it.”
Before Eleanor had a chance to even think about a response, moans were leaving her lips instead from the heavy thuds of Severus’ hips slamming up into hers, his breath still hot against the back of her neck from his grunts. He moved his hands to place them over hers on the railings and squeezed them gently, his teeth now grazing against the skin on the side of her neck. Eleanor whimpered softly as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, feeling her body trembling beneath him already.
“I must apologise,” He panted against her neck, kissing her with each harsh thrust.
“A—Apologise?” Eleanor’s voice shook, feeling the familiar warmth from before in the pit of her stomach as he angled his movements just right.
“This may all be over faster than—” He inhaled sharply through clenched teeth, “N-Normal…” His cock gave an almighty throb, “And for that, I am sorry.”
It was true, the teasing beforehand, the situation they found themselves in, in the potions closet, the way they had to stop just before they got to the most crucial part, all this pent up release was making Severus’ trained self-control a distant memory.
“That…” Eleanor turned around, kissing him hard on the lips, “Is absolutely fine.” She grinned, moaning into the kiss as his relentless hips continued.
“You must feel it with me,” He spoke shakily against her lips, removing one of his hands from hers and instead placing it back between her legs, massaging his fingers against her exactly how he knew she liked it, “Cum for me, my sweet,” He swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut as his body began to tense up in pleasure, “Cum with me.”
“Mmhh-mm, Severus!” She gasped against his lips as he moved his fingers with more pressure and bucked his hips against her, his hair growing sweaty as he also tried to maintain the kiss.
“Fuck, I need to cum,” He panted desperately against her lips.
“Put your baby inside me Severus,” She moaned, kissing him again, “Please.”
“A-Agh, El—” Were the only words he managed to strangle out of his tight throat, now burying his face in the crook of her neck as his release began to shoot inside her in desperate, sticky strings of bliss.
“Y—Yes, Sev!” Eleanor whimpered in delight, the mixture of his hips, fingers, and warmth filling her also brought her to her simultaneous climax.
Severus continued to drive his hips forward like some desperate animal and made sure his fingers continued to move in rhythm for Eleanor’s pleasure, too. Both of them drew heavy breaths in between moans and Eleanor’s hands trembled against the railing, biting her lip when she felt Severus’ lips tickle up the side of her neck.
After a few long moments, Severus took a brief step back and fastened his pants back up, meeting Eleanor’s eyes with a slightly red face once he looked back up.
“That was nothing to be sorry for.” She giggled, pushing her dress back down over her hips.
“Blame how you look in that dress.” Severus’ lips curled up into a half smile, half smirk.
“How so?” She tilted her head playfully.
“I didn't even want to get it off you before you made me..” He cleared his throat to try and insinuate what he meant.
“What I would like to know, Severus,” She stepped forward and leaned up onto her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Is how you can try to fuck me in your potions closet, actually fuck me over the railings on the Astronomy Tower, but can't bring yourself to say, what, ‘hard’? ‘Cum’?” She giggled, pecking his lips, “Before I made you… what?”
“Enough,” Severus spoke against her lips, trying not to rise to her playful taunting, “Come to bed.”
Eleanor didn't take any convincing at all, but continued to tease him on the journey to his chamber. The backs of their hands brushed against one another and their fingers briefly intertwined absentmindedly, their beating hearts still not at complete rest from their previous activity. The door closed behind them and Severus turned to kiss her lips as he locked it, sighing softly.
“Hi…” Eleanor kissed him back, placing her hands against his chest, “Have you thought about that word yet?”
“You should know better than to tease me.” Severus squinted his eyes playfully, stepping further into the room.
“Or…” She walked two fingers up his chest, “What?”
Severus raised one of his hands and took hold of her wrist, pulling her hand away from him and playfully rolling his eyes, “You don't want to know.”
“What if I do?” Eleanor narrowed her eyes playfully, shaking her arm away from his gentle grip and watching as he walked into the kitchen to make himself a drink.
“Mother of my child, must you taunt me so?” He mumbled and shook his head with his back turned to her, “Would you like a drink?” He looked over his shoulder.
“What did you just say?” Eleanor’s lips parted slightly.
“I asked if you would like a drink.” Severus shrugged, warming his hands around his own cup as he turned around to face her.
“No, you know that's not what I meant,” Eleanor tilted her head.
Severus arched a brow, trying to play dumb.
“Before that.” She raised her eyebrows.
“Mother of my child?” Severus said nonchalantly, sipping at his cup, “Do you not like me addressing you like so?”
“Oh, no, I do,” Eleanor felt a little flutter in her chest, “But I'm yet to see a baby.”
“No…?” Severus looked at her inquisitively.
Eleanor pressed her lips together and brushed her hands back and forth over the flatness of her stomach.
“I hope you aren't suggesting I am not capable…” Severus’ tone lowered, a scowl threatening on his face.
“All I am saying is that nothing has happened… yet.” She shrugged.
“I do not think it would be wise to continue this conversation.” Severus placed the cup down on the kitchen counter and walked closer to her.
“Why, are you suggesting that you are capable, Professor?” Eleanor bit her lip, her eyes tracing up his body until they met his.
“That and more, Miss Eleanor,” He dipped his head so their lips were only millimetres apart and she could feel his warm breath against them as he repeated, “That and more.”
“Prove it.” She spoke equally close to his lips, “Why do you think I wear this tight dress you like so much? Imagine it all stretched out because of what you did to me…”
Severus parted his lips to speak but all that came out was a soft whimper, growing increasingly turned on by her words. He didn't care if he was about to be the first one who caved, he leaned in and urgently pressed his lips to hers, nudging his whole body against her from the force of it.
“This dress, hm?” She kissed him back forcefully.
“It’s not the dress,” Severus panted against her lips, “Its the person wearing it.”
Eleanor let out a breathy giggle when she felt his arousal prodding against her stomach, snaking her arms around his neck, “Mm, already?”
“This baby isn't going to make itself.” Severus snarled against her lips and tugged at her dress, their lips smacking back together even harder this time.
“Take me to bed.” She whispered lowly against his lips, gently pushing him in the direction of his bedroom.
“With,” He swiftly lifted her up into his arms bridal style, “Pleasure.”
Thankfully he didn't trip on his way since neither of them let up on the kisses, her eyes closed completely and his only briefly open. The smell alone from his bedroom always brought back hundreds of memories for her; their first time, their last time, all the times in between, whether it was soft and gentle for hours on end or desperate and rough, this was the place above all others that they preferred.
His large four post bed was covered in silky black sheets and two pillows for each of them — she loved how he always personalised her comfort. Even to the way he delicately laid her down upon the sheets as if she were made of glass. Eleanor’s arms remained around his neck and she pulled him down with her, her hands now tangling in his hair. Severus placed both his hands at either sides of his head and lowered himself over her, their tongues now touching with each urgent kiss.
“Off,” He grunted, now pulling at her dress again, “I’ve had you in this dress, now I must have you out of this dress.”
“Be my guest.” Eleanor grinned and pushed him off her gently so she could stand again and guided his hands to the zip on her dress.
She could feel his hands trembling in anticipation as he found the zip but gasped when she felt how urgently he pulled it down, peeling it off her skin. Eleanor made quick work of the buttons of his own clothing and each of them discarded their clothing on the floor until they were stood completely in the nude. She could already feel the warmth of his arousal radiating against her, curious fingers exploring each other’s bare bodies as they made their way under his bed sheets despite caressing each other god-knows how many times before.
“On your back, darling,” He whispered against her lips, kissing them lightly now as they laid on their sides to face each other, “I want to look at you while I am breeding you.”
“Yes, Professor.” Eleanor obeyed, rolling onto her back and gazing up at him.
“What are you… to me?” He asked, looking down at her as he leaned over her.
“Your lover?” She asked after a kiss.
He then kissed her again and then spoke, “And?”
“Your mistress?”
“And?”
“The mother of your child?”
His kiss was harder this time, his body now completely on top of hers, “And?”
“Yours?” She rested her hands against his lower back, “All yours.”
“Yes,” He inhaled sharply as he pushed himself inside her, kissing her again, “Good girl.”
Eleanor lifted her legs to hook around him and allow him to slot himself between her with even more ease, moaning against his lips at the feeling of him filling her up again. Severus’ eyes immediately closed and he wasted no time in starting to move his hips, though kissing her with more meaning than desperation this time. Eleanor helped guide his hips as her hands remained at the bottom of his back, tilting her head to the side to allow his lips to latch onto her neck.
Barely even minutes in, and she could already feel his cock pulsing each time he thrust in and out of her, making her whimper out his name as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. His lips latched onto her neck and he sucked on her skin as if a vampire to his prey. Eleanor dug her nails into his skin and arched her back as his thrusts picked up a merciless pace, breathing heavily against her neck as she moaned out his name several times. The chanting of his name only made him strive to be even more rough with her, the headboard now sounding around the room as it slammed against the wall.
“Fuck, Severus…” She gasped in pleasure, spreading one of her legs out completely to help ease the ever-growing pounding of his hips, “D-Don’t you dare stop…”
“To stop would not be to breed you, my pet…” Severus spoke huskily into the crook of her neck and flicked his tongue against her sensitive skin before raising his head to look down at her beneath him.
Eleanor lost her breath as she gazed up at his animal-like form through her heavy eyes. She loved for him to claim her like this; make her his in his bed. Sure, sneaking around in potions closets and empty classrooms had a certain thrill to it, but nothing compared to how he had his way with her behind definite closed doors. His caresses would be so possessive, yet so gentle. Their kisses would grow more passionate than ever, barely even coming up for breath until they were blue in the face. He would always want to be above her — to assert his dominance and intimate protection whilst looking in her eyes.
“H—Harder…” Her words were barely audible, the air in her lungs being pumped out by his hips.
“Sweetheart, I plan on making you forget your own fucking name,” He leaned down to press a harsh kiss to her lips, almost as if in punishment for even questioning his performance, “When you can no longer walk,” He paused from speaking briefly as his hips bucked up against hers, “And only then,” She swore she felt his cock break through into her stomach, “Will I be satisfied that I have fucked you hard enough.”
“Fu…” Her attempt of words trailed off into silence as she felt Severus’ hands move down to her thighs and part them as far as they would go.
“Would that be okay, princess?” He spoke lowly, gazing down at her with her thighs spread wide in his grip.
“I— I beg you not to stop, Severus!” She whimpered, “Please!”
“What do you want me to do instead?” He narrowed his eyes, his expression screaming how aware he was of the power he held over her — power she willingly allowed him to have.
“Claim me, make me yours,” She rambled, throbbing with want from his now still hips, “Fill me,” She inhaled sharply and quickly, watching as the fire in his eyes grew even more, “Use me as a place to release it all, Severus…” Her hands trembled, leaning up on her elbows, “The one way you know you can me me truly yours.”
“And how might that be, hm?” He tilted his head, unsure how much longer he could hold himself back now.
Eleanor reached up and brought him down into a rough kiss, growling against his lips, “Breed. Me.”
Severus felt as if he could lose himself from that command alone, and, quite frankly, struggled not to. Instead, he kissed her back, but only once, before raising himself up a little further again with her thighs still in his grip and starting to plunge his hips up into hers as hard as he possibly could without breaking through the wall to next door. Eleanor threw her head back in pleasure, her mouth wide open in order to allow countless moans flow out. Severus hung his head forward, his now sweaty hair falling over his face and swishing back and forth in time with his thrusts. He grunted each time his length shoved all the way inside her, his hands growing clammy against her thighs as they remained in his grip. The pleasure surging through him made him feel god-like, knowing how Eleanor gave herself over to him like this with no barriers between them, the utmost wordless way of giving herself to him by begging him to put a child inside her and ultimately binding them together forevermore.
“Oh, fuck, Eleanor,” He pressed his lips together firmly, feeling his hands beginning to slip, “You are going to be the fucking death of me.”
“Not before you become the father of my child.” Eleanor replied breathily with her head still hung back in pleasure.
“You want that?” Severus panted, never tiring from hearing him tell her.
“What gave it away?” Eleanor spoke as she raised her head again, catching his eye line.
Severus felt the heat in his stomach begin to rise and he suddenly dipped his head again, their teeth clattering as their lips crashed back together. His hands fell back to her sides again and her legs naturally wrapped themselves back around his body, keeping him as close as possible but still allowing the full thrust of his hips.
“Severus, I have one question…” Eleanor spoke against his lips, pulling his bottom lip out slightly.
“W—What, now!?” Severus narrowed his eyebrows, unable to stop the slamming of his hips as if they were now moving of their own accord.
“Why is it that you insist on black bedding when you know you’re going to cum so much that it's going to spill out of me and onto them?” She spoke seductively, smirking against his lips as one hand slid into his hair and the other slid down the back with her nails.
“Mmmh… Jesus fucking Christ…” Severus whimpered, feeling the pleasure starting to overcome him as a result of her words, “I’ll just have to make sure I fuck you deep enough so that it all remains inside you.”
With that, he pushed himself even harder than he thought he could go, and within seconds he knew he was about to explode. He continued to drive his hips forward in rhythm with Eleanor’s moans, his own growing more and more high pitched and breathless as his orgasm continued to climb up his body like wildfire.
“Sev—!”
“E—Eleanor!”
The feeling of Severus’ climax shooting inside her with each deep thrust was more than enough to tip Eleanor over the edge. Their kisses were completely clumsy, their tongues touching sloppily as their hips continued to move agains each other to desperately ride out their joint pleasure. Severus felt like fireworks were exploding throughout his body as strings of release continued to pour inside her, Eleanor now squeezing her legs around him even tighter to keep him as close to her as possible.
“Severus, baby, mm!” Eleanor whimpered, her hand shaking in his clammy hair as she did her best to keep their faces in line with one another.
“O—Oh, fuck, that feels so good…” Severus panted hard against her lips, still feeling the need to keep his hips moving despite practically emptying what felt like his entire bodyweight inside her, “So good…”
“That’s it,” She grinned, kissing him again as both of her arms wrapped themselves around him.
Severus’ hips very gradually came to a stop and he let out a shaky breath against her lips, smiling softly as the kiss broke. Their eyes met and the once lit animal-like desire in his were now replaced with genuine admiration and love.
“That was unlike anything I have ever experienced,” Severus exhaled slowly, the both of them still struggling to catch their breath, “You are everything.”
“You do such a good job of claiming what’s yours, Severus.” Eleanor spoke as he leaned down to kiss her.
“Mine,” He spoke against her lips, “Mine,” He spoke against her neck, “Mine,” He spoke against her collarbone, “Mine, mine” He spoke against each of her breasts, lowering himself, “Mine,” He kissed each of her thighs as his head disappeared under the sheets, and Eleanor lifted them up slightly so she could watch him this time as his lips brushed against her stomach, gazing up into her eyes, “Mine.”
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Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)
DC x Pjo
Part 11
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"Okay, I can't take it anymore, why the hell does everyone get gloomy every time we're at the manor? Everyone seems fine at duty?" Duke places his cutlery down, his tone nervous yet determined to find out what's wrong with his family
He noticed.
Of course he did, after he lost his whole life, he was given to Bruce, and he loved them, they loved him too, they were kind, understanding, and they were all he needed after everything
That wasn't the same for them, They were empty, only rare moments where they relish in happy moments
Did he ruin it? Did he do something? Or was the feeling of never truly being accepted is just because he's new? Does a certain test have to happen?
Worst part, Duke can't even complain, they showered him with love, and he tried too, he plans activities, though they always comply it doesn't help, he feels as if there's this void he can't seem to fill
What can he do to make his family well?
Is this because of that child?
(Name) Wayne?
He couldn't meet (Name), for they were already gone, when he first met Batman, when he first met the family, he didn't see anything wrong, no grieving, he thought it was odd, but it has been a year, no... Bruce would never forget a child, let alone his
Would he?
Then he saw, Duke thought he would try to make his family feel better, by asking questions about (Name), maybe recalling happy memories about that child would cheer them up
But they couldn't speak, Tim who is usually chatty would quiet down and keep to himself, Steph who would never make Duke feel lonely stepped away when asked
He saw no pictures, he heard no stories, He noticed no child.
His family, his new family couldn't have neglected and god forbid forgot a child?
The same one who took him in?
The same one he found peace with?
He knew the answer was right In front of him, Bruce often, though he cares about his kids, Duke knows Bruce is more of Batman than Bruce, And Batman loves his duty more than his kids
He knew the entire family put each other on second, Dick with the titans, Tim with young justice, Oracle with Birds of prey, this family puts family on second, but it doesn't mean they don't care
It sometimes makes Duke wonder if he'll find people that will push him to put the Wayne's second
Could it be, that everyone was so engrossed in their own lives, in their duty, their second make shift family, that they forgot about the first? that they forgot someone needed them, (Name) needed them
He knows they failed, and he's scared they might fail him too
Duke inhales and exhales, his eyes straight to Bruce "How long are you going to let your guilt eat you? You made a choice to pick your duty over your kid, so stand by it" he says
Duke knows they hurt someone, The Waynes hurt someone very vulnerable, but he can't bring himself to hate his family, they're the only one he has
Duke can't wait for the time he meets another family, maybe then he can let go of the Waynes
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"oh fuck we are so in trouble" you yell as a bunch of hippocampi swim further and further away from the camp
The harpies screech, and Mr. D- looks disappointed, as he's being held back by Hermes, you begin to think what would happen if Hermes lets go of his grip on Mr. D's arm
Percy shuts his eyes tight as he hugs his hippocampus "Thank you dad..." He whispered
Poseidon sending the hippocampi meant his father believed in him, that his father believed that he should be the one to save camp
And it made Percy believe he was enough, that he was strong
Despite the negligence Percy and the rest of the camp suffered, small moments that make the Gods show they care is enough for them
It made you wonder if your father had done the same, if he ignores you for months but pops in to check on you from time to time
Would you have stayed?
Would that have been enough for you?
Seeing as you hold on to the fact Aphrodite called you her favorite MONTHS ago, you fear that you would have
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Duke knows the people he loves did something wrong, but because he loves them he can't bring himself to hate them, he waits to love another person more than he loves his family to leave
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2 : Blazing Bravery
Danny was putting on his helmet, Dante already in his motorbike waiting for Danny to approach and finally ride the bike so they can leave for Dante's work, before he could walk away from the door he heard Pariah clear his throat before placing a hand on Danny's shoulder.
"Baby Ghost, Jasmine has told me that when humans visit one another they tend to bring gifts to the other as a sign and courtesy of politeness. Thus in this new understanding I have decided that you shall bring these to the workers of Dante's Dutiful Job." Pariah handed Danny a small box of cookies, freshly baked home made cookies Jazz has taught him to cook. "Thanks Dad." Danny mutters with a smile as he took one cookie from the batch.
Dan pressed his motorbike's horn, "Gotta go!" Danny just ran to Dan and waved goodbye as Dan drove away, Pariah was frozen by the door of the shop. He took a deep breathe, "Ghost Prince, Baby Prince, Baby Ghost, Daniel, Danny.... called me Dad." He mutters as he approached Jazz and Clockwork in the Living room.
"Pardon? What did you say Pariah?" Jazz tilts her head confused and didn't get to hear what Pariah fully said. Pariah took a deep breathe again, trying to contain his happiness, his joy, his excitement under a calm facade. "The Little Ghost Prince, Baby Ghost that is Daniel... Called me... "Dad"...." He says trying to sound calm but there's an underlying hint of rejoicing tone under his breathe.
Jazz perks up and starts clapping, "Congratulations!" Jazz just exclaims and Pariah's lips tucked a small smirk ever so tiny bit slightly in his face, he was proud and rejoicing internally at the advancement on his and Danny's Father-Son relationship. "I'm so happy for you my dearest Pariah." Clockwork floated over to Pariah and kisses the man's forehead delicately, Pariah hummed, core purring in delight.
"Yay! Danny called Daddy 'Dad'! Yay! Yay! Yippee!" Elle jumped around the coffee table happily still holding onto her crayons and bond paper where she's drawing her family for a class assignment. "Yes, Yes, after Daniel comes home we shall celebrate. Will Daniel know the reason of such celebration? No, we are not to say a single word about this Alright?" Pariah glances over to his husband and his two daughters.
Both girls looking at each other before looking up back at Pariah before giggling and nodding along in amusement, "Ofcourse Dearest, I won't say anything." Clockwork hummed also amused by Pariah's reaction to finally being called "Dad" by Danny, Pariah was leaning his head of Clockwork's hands as they caressed the Man's cheeks.
Dan was driving to Crime Alley in moderately fast speed, "Now I understand why Elle can't go.... You never told jazz you worked at Crime Alley?" Danny raised an eyebrow, "She don't need to know little twerp, spare me the worry panic she will perform...." Dan sighed soon stopping Infront of a garage.
"Heya Lucas, I brought my brother, don't worry he's no trouble." Dan parked his bike and took off his helmet and helped Danny helped his own off, Danny looked over to the 'Lucas' person. "Hey Dan, you must be Danny." Lucas crouched slightly to Danny's height smiling in eagerness, "I'm Lucas, your Brother's friend! It's nice to finally meet you Danny!" Lian had a Lean Tall Frame, His hair dark and curly and tied into a messy bun, he had intense amber eyes and piercings on his ears and lip, his skin was a natural warm brown, Danny looked up at him still befuddled by the other man's height.
"It's nice to meet you too sir... I wasn't really aware that my brother talked about me to his friends...." Danny smiled awkwardly, fidgeting slightly as he shook Lucas' welcoming hand. He was still getting used to strangers and new people, his anxiety every so paranoid and overwhelming, Danny looked over to Dan who was setting up their helmets nicely in a rack by the counter. His cheeks had a hint of reddish tint assuming that Dan could hear the two's small interaction. "How old are you Danny?" Lucas finally asked, still crouching to meet the boy's gaze.
"I'm uhm— 17 sir—." Danny stuttered, he was taken aback when Lucas started to smile and laugh softly. Danny tilted his head in confusion thinking that maybe he did something wrong. "Please just call me Lucas or Kuya, no need to be so formal kiddo." Lucas ruffled Danny's hair under his hood and Danny flushed up in Embarrasament immediately running over to Dan and hiding behind him.
He heard Lucas from afar laughing even more in amusement as Dan just raised an eyebrow, now confused on what they talked about, "What's up Twerp?" Dan glanced over to Danny who had his palms on his cheeks in hope of calming down the embarrassment in his face. "Nothing..." Danny sighed out as the flushed red cheeks finally soothed down. Danny then perked up as he saw the backdoor.
"Dan, Dan, I know you want me to stay here and all but can I go to the back alley? I promise I'll help later Im just gonna check on my friends." Danny asked tugging on Dan's jacket whilst easily taking Dan's phone in the man's back pocket. "Is there WiFi here?" Danny asked again, "Yes there is WiFi and yes you can stay by the back or wander off. Just... Make sure to be invisible... So no one spots you and possibly try and you know, get you in danger." Dan whispered the last sentence and Danny nodded with a nod and entered the staffroom lounge and headed out to the backdoor with ease.
The familiar weight of a tracker embedded on his hoodie that Dan had placed on him Incase of emergencies and a panic button In his sleeves within easy reach of his fingers if he were ever to be around too much danger, he smirked playfully and slipped into near-invisibility. Although he wasn't fully and truly intangible at the moment so he wouldn't feel the exhaustion creeping up on his nape, he still blended with the shadows and the corners of the darkness seamlessly.
He floated upwards and wandered around Crime Alley, the unfamiliar cacophony of distant rumble of traffic—the screeching of tires— rustling of rats somewhere in the rooks and crannies of the alleys... And the whispers of Crime. They whisper to him, Danny took off one of his earrings that dampened his abilities as he placed himself atop a roof of a tall building looming over crime alley.
The ghosts whispers, the shades murmur and the greatest of it all is the information they provide. Dead Men don't tell tales, they tell secrets and wisdom, they speak through the static—chirps—warbles of the ever so familiar Ghost Speak. Danny took all of the whispers in, noting them in his mind. Not because he really planned to tell anyone anything, but because it's interesting and new, he slowly floated back down near the dumpsters planning to walk to the garage by himself soon enough.
Danny perked up at the sudden grumbling of a stranger he didn't notice was even present near him, for a moment forgetting his invisibility he instinctively pressed himself in the grimy brick walls of the alley. Danny looked over atop the dumpster, He could make out the silhouette of a figure huddled deeper in the shadows, illuminated only by the flickering neon sign of a nearby bar casting a sickly yellow glow.
The voice, rough and edged with frustration, was a low growl. The figure was holding a phone and a box of donuts sitting atop the dumpster(gross) but it's smell was temptingly delicious. Danny didn't dare approach as the stranger spoke, "Weeks! It's been weeks, and I still haven't found the damn rat! Someone's feeding the Crimson Hand everything. Every move we make, every heist we plan… they know it all!."
A sharp, ragged breath hitched in his throat, the silence that followed heavy with unspoken threats as he held the phone to his ear, "And they're getting bolder. That last job… it nearly went south because of this leak. Nearly." He grumbled in frustration, in a moment of rage he stomped off still yelling on the phone and leaving the delicious box of donuts behind.
Danny a mischievous smirk plastered on his face stood up, no longer hidden in the depths of the shadows, he approached the box of donuts and opened it eagerly. "Mmm... What a treat." Danny snickered to himself, licking his lips and stealing the box of donuts whilst cackling menacingly in his head. "Right.... This is stealing.... Maybe I can..." An idea popped in his head as he pulled out his glow in the dark inked pen and sticky notes that he always carried just in case.
Danny as he was munching on one of the donuts wrote what the guy was having a problem about, knowing that he'll most likely come back for his donuts after all. Danny lent his ear to the murmurs of the ghosts, "Crimson... Trace... When's he doing the stealing stuff?.... Mhm... Uh-huh.... Novem...ber.... Thirteen..... At 12 AM...mid.. night... At the Caffeine Fix Cafe down three blocks in this alley secret route in the backdoor to a harbor...? Okay—" Danny wrote on the sticky note and also gave directions on where said 'Rat' Salvador would leak their information.
"Thank you!" Danny smiled and ate another donut, he stuck the note with a spare box he found somewhere, it was a bright neon green sticky note that has a ghost doodle on it that was bound to stand out in the dark gloomy alley, he stuck it to the sides of the box and floated back up the rooftops and ate his donuts peacefully.
The man burst back into the alley, his face a mask of furious frustration. He frantically searched the ground, his eyes darting around, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "The donuts! Damn it, where are the donuts?!" He muttered, his voice laced with a barely controlled rage that was quickly overshadowed by a rising panic.
He spotted the neon green sticky note almost immediately, its ghostly doodle a stark contrast to the grime of the alley. His eyes widened as he snatched up the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he read the message. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a mixture of disbelief and seething fury. "Sorry for stealing your donuts. . . I can help you tho with some info… November 13th… midnight… The Caffeine Fix…Crimson Trace is distributing stolen stuff and embezzling funds." he whispered, the words tasting like ash in his mouth.
His voice rose in a torrent of barely coherent rage. "Those treacherous low lives!" He slammed the box down, the sound echoing in the narrow confines of the alley, more curses and threats were yelled in the empty air of the alley, the Man soon driving off in a rage with his motorbike. Danny licked his lips as he finished eating another donut.
Danny just hummed, "I should bring back the rest of these donuts to Dan..." He smirks playfully as he floated back to the garage safely, hoping to avoid danger or anything related to a crossfire on his way back. Danny entered the backroom lounge of the Garage and was met with Dan resting on the couch with Lucas just about to head out of the room to the main front.
"Oh hey Danny!— woah are those a box of donuts— did you steal that??" Lucas asked confused as Danny placed the boxes of donuts in the table, "I traded for it." Danny merely said, not elaborating more information. Lucas didn't ask further as he knew it wasn't his business and that it was Crime Alley either way. Later that night went as usual as Dan would say.
They were closing up and Lucas has already left since he had to come home to his kids, Danny was playing on his switch playing Animal Crossing, Reworking and Rebuilding some structures on his island. He listened as Dan, a man of few words but possessing a surprisingly rich baritone voice, began to sing along to the music playing softly from his phone – a powerful, swinging rendition of "My Way" by Frank Sinatra. The song's bold and confident melody perfectly complemented Dan's deep, resonant voice. It wasn't simply humming; it was singing, his voice a commanding, resonant sound that seemed to fill the entire garage.
He poured emotion into each note, his voice hitting every note with effortless precision. The lyrics, about a life lived on one's own terms, resonated with a quiet intensity. Danny just stared and kept wondering if he too could one day sing like that, Danny perked up as he noticed a battered Motorbike pull up outside the front of the workshop, Dan didn't as he was still immersed in his impromptu performance.
The man took off his helmet and stared at the open entrance of the workshop, stunned in his motorbike watching Dan pour his everything into singing. Dan raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes to identity what the man looked like, He had A big bulky frame with black hair with a white streak(just like his hair!), his eyes were a sapphire deep blue with a hint of ectoplasmic green that Danny was ever so familiar of.
He stood there, seemingly captivated as he listened to Dan. Danny called out to Dan finally after finishing his lollipop, "DAN! CUSTOMER!" Danny yelled and Dan froze, "Ah... Oh, Sir Jason." Dan says as he met eye to eye with the other man. "Hey there Dante, and please I keep telling you— just call me Jason." The other man, 'Jason' smiled gently as he placed his helmet between his hip and arm. "I'm here actually for an oil change— I know it's late and also my baby girl kinda looks battered up so I'm wondering if you can help fix her up and all as well." Jason just says.
"Ofcourse! You're always the late night customer anyways." Dan snickered and took the bike with him inside, Jason following suit and meeting eye to eye with Danny, for a moment their eyes flashed an ectoplasmic green upon setting eyes on each other. Danny's breathe hitched, not out of fear but out of curiousity on this man who's core looks beaten and half-formed. Dan seems to have noticed before and had been the one to slowly cleanse and feed 'Jason' ectoplasm through being in each other's vicinity.
Danny stood up from his corner, "Who's this?" Jason asked tilting his head to the side and hiding his interest and suspicion on the teenager. "This is Danny, my little brother. C'mon Danny introduce yourself." Dan nudged Danny's back and Danny shook Jason's hand, "it's nice to meet you, Sir. You must be Jason, Dan talks nicely about you sometimes—Ack—" Dan hits Danny's back, Danny snickered mischievously.
"Sorry, My sister likes to hear about our days and all so we just kinda talk about everyone we meet Since yk, new to Gotham and all." Dan motioned his hand and sighed in embarrasament, Jason merely chuckled in amusement. "It's fine! It's no biggie, I'm glad I could be part of your dinner talks, it seems very fun." Jason just smiled and Dan nodded, still embarrassed about Danny talking about their dinner gossips.
Dan walked away to work on Jason's Bike and left Danny and Jason by themselves, "You like him." Danny immediately stated and Jason flinched, "W-what— I don't know what yo— why would you think of that conclusion— haha— he's just a frien— don't tell him, I'll pay you." Jason stammered and failed at coming up with a reasonable excuse on the spot, "500 buckaroos." Danny smiled menacingly, "You're a greedy kid." Jason clicked his tounge, his cheeks still flushed a tint of red.
"Uh-huh, And this is Crime Alley, plus this is also Gotham, so it's 500 bucks or I'm snitching." Danny stuck out his tounge but soon enough smirked mischievously as Jason handed Danny 500 bucks and Danny slipped the money in his pockets. "What are you anyways....?" Jason slowly muttered and glanced at Danny, "Just like you, but also different at the same time. I'd rather not talk about it." Danny scoffed and Jason nodded in understanding.
They are to never speak about their eye contact interaction. Dan kept working on Jason's Bike making it look as new as if it was bought just earlier that Day. "Jason Todd by the way." Jason states his full name, "Daniel James Nightingale, Just call me Danny." Danny replies and both just silently nodded at each other.
Dan finished with Jason's Bike and let Jason leave soon enough, Dan took a deep breathe and sighed, "Alright Chum, let's go before we're late for Father Pariah's dinner cooking, I heard he wanted to cook tonight." Dan chuckled and Danny nodded with a smile putting on his helmet afterwards and following Dan outside who now had his helmet on for safety even if they didn't need it.
The roar of the engine was a counterpoint to the city's nervous hum as Dan and Danny sped home, their faces obscured by motorbike helmets. Dan, driving, navigated with practiced ease, avoiding the city's crime ridden roadways — the narrow, twisting streets and notorious crime hotspots. A fight, even a brief one, was the last thing he needed, especially with Danny along. He'd already pushed his luck too far.
"Dan, I hear gunshots." Danny blurted out making Dan immediately halt his speeding bike with utmost relentlessness, perking his ears he finally picked up on the gunshots slowly nearing them, the cacophony of screaming and an obvious gang fight where they would not want to be caught in the crossfire of. Dan sped off away from the crossfire but unfortunately his bad luck caught up to him and now they were right in the middle, surrounded, fallen debris swallowed by flames blocking their way.
Dan immediately slides his motorbike in one of the alleys and grabbed Danny, embracing the boy in his arms tightly. "Shush, let it die down, if any of them comes here.... I'll kill them." Dan's eyes flashes a dark crimson red, determined to protect Danny from the danger of being caught in the middle of a crossfire. Danny nodded clutching onto Dan like a little scared kitten, he didn't want to feel pain especially not right now.
This was no normal gang fight, this was a whole arsonist gang fight where buildings are engulfed in inferno. Danny's core thrummed at hearing the screams, he wanted— NEEDED to save them. It is his obsession, his purpose of —Living— but Dan immediately held him back. "Look champ, if we're gonna save them put on your hood and you're gonna have to let me come with you." Dan demanded and Danny nodded.
— — — — —
The inferno in Crime Alley raged, a terrifying spectacle of destruction. Crimson Trace gang members, fueled by Ignis's reckless ambition, systematically torched buildings, creating a chaotic kill zone. Civilians screamed, fleeing in terror, their panicked cries swallowed by the deafening roar of gunfire and the crackling of flames. The air itself vibrated with fear, thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood.
Red Hood, perched precariously on a crumbling rooftop, his voice tight with grim urgency, relayed the scene to the Bats. "B, this is a fucking massacre! Some bastard named Ignis is personally overseeing the arson. They're trying to wipe out the competition and claim Crime Alley as their own! Especially Me!"
Batman's voice, a low, controlled rumble, cut through the comms. "Nightwing, rooftop disruption. Robin, prioritize civilian evacuation. Red Hood, assist Robin, Red Robin and Spoiler also assist Robin in saving civilians, avoid casualty as much as possible. I'll handle Ignis." A hint of concern and steely determination, unusual for the usually stoic Batman, laced in his tone.
Chaos escalated quickly as fire does great damage, Dan could tell it was only that specific part of crime alley and it's probably to do with the many roadways and alleys Separating streets from one another quite confusingly. He looked up and saw Robin on a small balcony on a higher floor trying to pick a lock of a blocked off semi-metal window.
Dan growled under his breathe, seeing someone so young in the heart of an inferno an arsonist and many others has started. Danny still clung onto his back, as Dan suddenly scaled the wall. "ROBIN! OUT OF MY WAY!" He quickly snarled which took Robin aback and immediately jumped out to another window as Dan slammed his fists on the metal windows revealing the kids trapped inside.
"Hey there... C'mon it's safe. Robin's here to get you all out..." Dan's gaze softened and his hands reaching out to the kids as he carried them out, Danny also holding onto them as he scaled the wall and dragged Robin up to the rooftop where he deemed it safer for them before dropping them off, "Jesus Christ, He's your Age Danny, a fuckin Robin!" Dan huffs out and dropped Robin but gently put down the kids for Robin to tend to.
Robin and Danny made eye contact and Robin immediately upon seeing Danny's face started to flush up under his mask. Stunned and nervous but he was fast enough to focus on the situation at hand. Robin immediately tended to the injured children as much as he could with the limited equipment he's brought, he was about to turn to Dan and Danny to check on them but it turns out they'd have already gone back down to apparently save more lives and risking themselves.
"Danny. What do the ghosts say?" Dan asks, Danny had one of his earrings off hearing the ghosts of Gotham, directing them to trapped civilians and guiding them so they wouldn't face any major danger other than some goons that Dan can easily knock out. "East. Eastward, 4 story building, first floor right by a window painted yellow, the Windows are barricaded with hard thick wood and there is a woman and a baby inside as well as some cats that are apparently guarding them trying to keep them safe even if they know they really can't do anything at all. Faster Dan." Danny states as fast and as coherent as he could.
Dan growled and jumps above debris that blocks his way, his hands partially burned from the fires they're running through, the weaker whispering shades actively protecting Danny and Dan from getting any major injuries or burns as they whispered and guided the two halfas to the building they say where the trapped people are. "There are two more kids with the woman now, Dad is outside in the crossfire, gang member of the... Black Prints? Oh.... That's the guy I helped earlier? You're protecting him too? Good good... Do that yes." Danny conversed subtly with the ghosts of Gotham.
Dan punched slid atop a hood of a car and found the yellow window of the building described, "Cover your body." Dan reminded Danny and Danny immediately curls himself behind Dan as Dan punched through the wall leaving his knuckles bruised and bleeding. "Hey! Are you okay?!" Dan asked as he ran inside , the fire was spreading and he could hear the meowls of the cats.
Dan didn't hesitate to grab the inflamed debris that's blocking his way and shoving it to the side creating a much safer pathway for the trapped people, "Jesus Christ, Lorraine is that you?! Fuck! c'mon now! Get moving get moving!" Dan carried the weakened Woman and one of the teenager kids holding the baby, Dan guided them out of the building before it collapse on them, the cats were nestled inside Danny's hoodie as Danny clung onto Dan's back much also like that of a cat.
"You. None of you question what I'm about to do okay?" Dan glanced over at the kids who just nods in understanding before Dan carried them all and floated and left the physical plane along with the others he's carrying, actively transmitting his Intangibility abilities temporarily to those he is touching as he gets them to a safer part of the alleys and drops them off where he knows a Bat will find them.
"Shush okay? You didn't see us." Dan reminded the kids and the cats as the kids nodded in understanding, the cats clinging onto the passed out woman, 'Lorraine' as Danny recalls Dan calling her. Dan ran back into the fire, Danny kept guiding him as the ghosts whispers in his ear. Eventually they run into a struggling Red Robin as he tried to lockpick a door because he genuinely can't take it down.
"Out of the way little Red Bat." Dan scoffed, Red Robin was taken aback and Spoiler pulls him out of Dan's path as he tackled the door sending it flying out of it's hinges, he groaned slightly and then his eyes landed on a familiar face. "Oh my fucking ancient— LUCAS—" Dan recognizes his friend on the floor coughing, "KUGG— wassup Da-cugh- Dan." Lucas looked bleary as Dan grabbed Lucas holding the urge to shake his boss, he sighed and shoved him on a stunned Red Robin's arms and heading to Lock Lucas's basement fully so his snake and turtle pets wouldn't get caught in the inferno, good thing the Door was Metal.
"You! You're a civilian too! C'mon!" Red Robin yells and Dan stopped the urge to roll his eyes, "Stay out of my way Red Robin, We both know you need any help you can get at this moment. Do what you do as always. Be a Hero." Dan sneered and punched the window open and headed out from there running through the alleys once again. "Welp— he's a fast lad— cough— fu—huck, my insurance ain't gonna cover this— cough— atleast he has my pets saf— cough— safe." Lucas coughed out more, struggling to breathe in the smoke as Spoiler carried him and lead Lucas to the safe zone/camp as fast as possible.
Red Robin sighed and tried to chase Dan but was promptly halted by a debris that's in flames suddenly falling information of his path, he nearly touched the fire and trip towards it but managed to fall backwards instead, his chest heaved and his heart racing at the near-death experience, "Jesus Fuck that's gonna keep me more awake than coffee ever did." He blurted out with a gasp, slowly standing up with his body trembling subtly at the adrenaline rushing in his veins.
Tim runs to find out that most of the gun fighting were dying down. As if the goons of Crimson Trace was coming back to their base, Red Robin couldn't help but follow one of the retreating goons. They were running right in the middle of the inferno's heart— but why— Tim just knows Batman and Red Hood are there and he needs to keep finding trapped survivors.
— — — —
Ignis, his amber eyes burning with fiery intensity, a wide small plastered across his face. He held the remote aloft, One hand with the remote and the other holding a fireball suggesting he is a Meta who uses fire. His voice a raspy baritone whisper that echoed through the gloomy abandoned building he has settled in. He chuckled lowly as Batman and Red Hood were unable to move any closer to him, "One wrong move..." He hissed, "And Gotham's underbelly turns into a pyre, Every corner, every den of vice, will erupt in a symphony of destruction! Park Row, choked by its own darkness, will finally be cleansed by fire. And you, Red Hood, will be the first to burn."
Ignis's cruel gaze hardened as he loomed over the two bats, carelessly waving around the remote that's connected to several bombs scattered around that specific side of the city, specifically Red Hood's claimed turf. "Oh I know how you bats work oh I know so well~! Especially you Batman!" Ignis continued and laughed menacingly. "I know how you work the most." His smirk widens as Batman stood still.
Batman was thinking of the ways he can turn this situation around with Red Hood's help. "You think you can stop me bats? You think you can stop the Crimson Trace? Well you can't!" Ignis laughed louder. "Cleansing? You think you can play god you bastard? You think you can decide who gets to live and die?!" Red Hood yelled, his hand was subtly hovering over his gun, ready to shoot at any given opportunity.
Ignis smiled widely, "This city is a festering wound, a breeding ground for corruption. It needs a strong hand, a leader who can bring order out of chaos. And that leader is me."
"Order through fear and violence?" Red Hood scoffed. "That's not leadership, Ignis. That's tyranny."
"Fear is a powerful tool," Ignis countered, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "It keeps people in line. It makes them obey. And obedience is the foundation of a strong society."
Danny, kicks his back and sent his tumbling forwards and the remote flying right in Batman's hand, "Real Lame Dude." Danny scoffed and raised his fits prepared for a fight. Ignis, his face contorted in a mask of rage, roared, "Who dares?!" He scrambled to his feet, his eyes scanning Danny the source of the attack, He pulled out a gun and Red Hood did the same at the same pace.
Danny moving in unnatural speed kicked the gun out of his hands and uppercuts his face, Ignis growled as he stumbled back. Batman, ever the strategist, saw the opening and lunged forward, a well-placed kick to Ignis's chest sending him crashing into a nearby wall. The impact sent a shower of plaster raining down, momentarily obscuring the scene.
Red Hood, never one to miss an opportunity, used the distraction to his advantage. He sprinted towards Ignis, a flurry of punches aimed at his exposed face. Ignis, however, was not one to be easily subdued. He roared with fury, his body ablaze with a sudden burst of fire. The flames danced around him, a fiery shield against Red Hood's onslaught.
Danny, sensing the shift in the fight, moved with a blur of speed. He dodged a fiery blast, his agility honed by years of being Phantom. He landed a powerful kick to Ignis's side, sending him reeling. The impact knocked the wind out of Ignis, momentarily extinguishing his fiery aura.
Batman, seizing the moment, charged forward. He landed a precise strike to Ignis's jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. The impact was enough to stun him, leaving him vulnerable. Red Hood, taking advantage of the situation, rushed in and disarmed Ignis, his gun clattering to the floor with a metallic clang.
Danny took this opportunity and roundhouse kicked Ignis's face in frustration, Batman subdues the man who's now weakened because of Danny and their collaboration in taking him down. Because of Danny they were able to assess and quickly take him down before any more casualty were to occur.
Batman's face remained impassive as he cuffed and successful seize Ignis to the ground. "We need to get him out of here before he recovers."
— — —
30 minutes has passed since Ignis has been handed over to the Police. Danny was being tended to by the ambulances as Him and Dan had burns on their hands and arms, Danny just chuckled at Dan groaning as his hands were patched up by the nurses. Batman conversing and relaying information to the police as the firefighters soon put out the fire.
Danny leaned his body to Dan as relief and exhaustion overtook his body, the adrenaline dying down. Lucas was sat beside Dan as he was breathing in his inhaler, "You okay Lucas?" Dan raised an eyebrow, looking over to Lucas who breathed out in relief. "Yep! Feeling Dandy and better than before, atleast I'm not surrounded by fire anymore." Lucas snickered and Dan sighed, staring at his bandaged hands.
Danny glanced to his side for a moment and saw Robin practically dashing to him. "You! Are you okay?" Robin asked Danny, Danny could feel he was worried. "Yes, yes I am now." Danny chuckled, "You shouldn't recklessly just—" Robin stammered and Danny tilts his head. Robin caring for him? That's odd.
"Thank you for caring Robin, but I'm fine really!" Danny smiled softly making Robin wince. Danny was confused on why Robin is reacting so... Cute?. Danny just snickered finding the young vigilante adorable. "Robin! C'mon, B is calling." Red Robin called out from afar, clicking his tounge before facing Danny again. "Just please don't risk yourself like that again. It is very unethical and unnecessary." Robin nearly stuttered out and then walked away.
"Vigilantes are odd..." Danny leaned back on Dan's arm, thinking of the time he too was a vigilante technically. Does phantom count as a vigilante? Probably.
"DAN! DANNY!" They heard cry out, both boys flinched in surprise. Dan looked over to the source of the voice and saw Jazz teary eyed stomping over to them with Pariah and Clockwork behind her. "Oh my god— are you okay— oh— fu-uck— why didn't you call? DAN!" Jazz just held onto Dan's shoulders and then looked over to Danny, sobbing as she checked Danny and Dan's Injuries.
"Damn, Hi Jasmi—" Lucas started but was promptly cut off by Dan's glare. "Oh god, you too Lucas? Are you okay? I know you have asthma—" Jazz also frantically checked Lucas's body. "i-i'm fine miss Jasmine—" Lucas stuttered nervously with a hint of red in his cheeks, visibly flustered.
Danny upon seeing Pariah and Clockwork immediately ran to them, "Dad! Father!" He cried out as Pariah immediately swooped him up and embraced him tightly, "Fuck— are you— fucking.... Goddamit... Baby Prince don't.... Don't jump into danger like that ever again..." Pariah tried to hold back his tears.
"I'm sorry.... I had to .. save them." Danny said sobbing in Pariah's arms, Danny was scared too but he needed to save those people trapped inside the buildings. Pariah just sat on the ground and hugged him tightly, feeling his shoulder dampening because of Danny's tears. "I know Prince, but please atleast say something before running off from Dan... He's the only one who can keep you safe without us there."
"I know... I'm sorry." Danny was clinging onto Pariah tightly, "don't say sorry but please... Let's go home okay...?" Pariah ushered them into the car, especially Dan and Danny.
Danny sat in Pariah's Lap clinging onto his dad like a scared kitten, Clockwork Carreses Danny's Hair softly, Jazz and Dan in the back was still. Jazz was hugging Dan close to her chest Elle was staying at home with their neighbors Penner and Keigo. "I'm here Baby Prince, you did good... You did so well." Pariah muttered softly as he drove away.
"Mhm..." Danny just hummed as Pariah placed his free hand on Danny's hair, keeping the boy close as he drifted off to sleep in Pariah's Lap, Exhaustion finally taking over his body. Danny closed his eyes, "Sleep now Little Daniel." Clockwork softly whispered, and so he did.
I hope you all had fun reading XD this is the longest chapter I've made in so long :33
As always this is Spectral Mysteries in my Masterlist! :)
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Run little butterfly
You were trying to run from home when you met him, disappearing from his side just the way you appeared next to him, in a dramatic way out of nowhere. And now that he found you, he won't let you go ever again.
Tags: smut, mdni, f!Cinderella reader, king!sukuna, true form sukuna, Sukuna's hand mouth (you'll see what I'm talking about), oral (m and f receiving), first time, fingering, creampie, crying, double penetration, two dicks kuna, Sukuna being a little bit too obsessed with you, jealousy, Sukuna haves a harem,
Author's note: this is a last minute fic I came up with to not leave sukuna out this year's list. Don't worry bbg, I'll never forget about you😘
Author's note: a very much different version of Cinderella. I was thinking of sticking to the original but it doesn't really scream me, so I had to change it.
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You were the only child of a small noble house. You grew up enjoying the little's of life, trying to understand the beauty of it and the people next to you.
Your father was gone most of the time since he was traveling for work. You had your mother next to you, making you feel less sad and looking forward for the next day to come.
But your happiness didn't lasted for long, because your mother fell ill. And not long after that, she unfortunately passed away, leaving you and your father all alone.
It was sad, your favorite person in the world disappearing just in a blink of an eye.
You didn't even had time to mourn her death and your father remarried, bringing home a woman you never saw in your life and two other kids who happened to be the same age as you.
You were ignored most of the time, your father gone and your new mother couldn't give a single fuck about what you were doing.
You wished you could go back in time when no one would look in your direction. Because the moment your father also passed away, your life did a 180.
Everything happened way to fast, losing your family, now even the servants leaving because that woman was refusing to pay them. You were also moved to the attic.
You couldn't catch a single break since that woman and her daughters were mistreating you everyday.
You stayed there for a few years, that until you turned old enough to leave somewhere far away and live independently.
You didn't cared about the house, the memories, the people you once loved anymore. All you wanted was to run as soon as possible.
So, one afternoon, right after everybody called it a day and you were supposed to go to sleep, you tried to make your escape.
Taking a horse, you made your way to the gate, getting ready to run so far away that you won't have to ever think about this place again.
You followed the main path, going and going, not stopping until you were out of town.
For the first time in years, you were happy. The more you were getting away from that hell hole, the more you smiled.
After good minutes of getting further away from that house, you calmed down. Feeling at a safe distance to finally breath and let all the weight from your shoulders drop.
You stopped in front of an inn. Getting off your horse and leave it in front of the illuminated building, petting it for a moment before you got some courage to get inside.
You had a few coins that you managed to save over the past few weeks. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep you alive for a few days until you find some accommodation, a house that you could finally call your own.
You opened the door, immediately being met with a few people that were sitting at the tables. This places was a lot more full on the inside that it looked on the outside. Whatever, it was none of your business what other does when you had your own problems.
"I'd like to rent a room for the night." you said when you got to the counter.
"I have to check what rooms I have available." the older man in front of you said.
"Also, I have a horse outside. Do you have a stable where I can move it to?" you asked, hoping that your loyal friend will get a good night sleep.
"In the back." you wasted no more time and went outside, moving your horse to a comfortable stable where it could rest for a while.
Now, you were walking back to the inn, ready to pay for your room and sleep until tomorrow morning, then take off to another town and only imagining how life would be stress free.
Right outside the inn, there was an extremely tall guy, you could only see his body form because he had his face covered with the hood of his cloak.
You only looked at him for a moment, but right before you were about to enter the tavern, you felt some arms on you, being dragged to the side.
Your heart was about to get out your chest, you thought that was the end of your journey. Here goes your freedom. It haven't even been an hour and you were caught already.
But instead of your evil step mother or her ugly daughters, you were met with that tall man from earlier.
"I must admit, they did a good job this time." he said in a low voice that gave you chills down your spine. You were confused, not understanding his words, but you didn't dared to open your mouth. You just stood there, silent, waiting for an explanation.
You looked at him with big eyes, you could bearly see his face since it was dark outside, and the light from inside the inn wasn't giving you any help to figure out who he was.
He knew nothing about you and he was already salivating. You were nothing like he saw before. Daring to show up before him in peasants clothes, looking tired and full of anxiety. And yet, you looked so sweet that he couldn't help but want to break you already.
He thought he said he doesn't want any kind of unwanted guests during his trip, but he's not complaining about it when you looked so ready to take him.
He couldn't help but laugh, making you even more confused, and now trying to get away.
When you thought that you could get free, you felt another pair or arms around you. Now you got four arms on you, two on your hips and keeping you in place, one hand on your arm and one under your chin, lifting it up to look at him.
All you could see were his red eyes, that looked like they're glowing.
He looked like a beast who just captured his prey and you couldn't help but feel scared, he was way too intimidating.
His eyes scaned your face for a moment, looking at the dumb expression you had, and then it went lower.
Your lips look so tasty. He wanted to kiss you just to see how you'll react, even if he's usually the type to avoid such act.
Usually, his women would come into his room, look all dolled up and pretty before they take care of him and then leave. No questions asked, no feelings involved.
However, you look so dumb. He couldn't help but want to tease you. To touch you and overstimulate you until you're even more stupid that you already are.
He leaned down, getting his face closer to yours, somehow trying to anticipate your next move. Will you moan or will you keep quiet? Now he wanted to hear your broken cries even more.
He stopped right in front of your face, your noses almost touching. All he did was to look at you.
You froze, all the air from your lungs stopping in place. You couldn't process what was going on.
"Don't use that pretty brain on things you don't understand." even he can't understand why he was acting like that. Craving for you even if this is the first time he saw you.
You parted your lips, wanting to say something, but you couldn't say a single word. Your voice was stuck in your throat.
"Forget about everything they told you. That training was irrelevant." training? What was he talking about? "I make the rules, remember that." right, you shouldn't listen to his servants telling you how to please him. He knows himself better than them.
He misunderstood this completely. You weren't one of his new added toys to his collection. You had no idea who he even was to begin with.
But he didn't cared, his face continued moving, ignoring whatever questions you might have as his lips finally touched yours.
His eyes were cold, and so was his touch. His hands were roughly placed on your body, dragging you closer in his arms. His kisses were loveless, no sign of affection as he tried to deeper the kiss.
Taking all the warmth you had to offer, his cold body was slowly becoming warmer. Bathing in your scent, one of his hands went behind your head, holding you in place to be able to kiss you better. One of his hands on yours, trying to wrap it around his body, wanting to feel more of your touch.
He wanted to be in your arms, to feel how is it when you hold him tightly.
Fuck is even wrong with him. He's not usually like this but now his cocks were hard against his pants, wanting to break free and be inside you. Ah, but he's going feral just thinking about your warm wet cunt taking all of him in. And you must take him in, he won't let you rest until you can take him properly.
"Master." someone could be heard from behind a corner, making you jump and almost run from there.
"Tsk." the tall man said annoyed, getting his face away from you, now fixing his posture but still having you in his arms.
"I prepared the thing you asked me to." that person said again, not daring to show their face.
"Alright." the man said annoyed, finally getting his arms away from you. He looked at you for one more time before he left, leaving you all alone to process what just happened.
You couldn't possibly remain there for the night, you had to leave this place, and you had to leave now. That guy was nothing but a big red flag. Everything about him screamed danger, and you weren't stupid enough to fuck around and find out.
So, in a desperate attempt to get away from there, you went back to the stables, getting your horse out and getting on top of it. You left that place in a hurry, not looking back for a moment as you went back to the place you consider to be safe. By safe I meant that he couldn't possibly appear there, there's no way he could.
So, you ran back to that hell house. Leaving the horse back in its place as you quickly ran inside the house.
Never in your life did you think you'll be so happy to see the same old kitchen you spend most of your time into. And never were you so happy to run to the attic and jump into that rusty bed, falling asleep immediately.
But when you finally got home, the mysterious stranger that you met at the inn just finished his task. Getting into his room and calling for someone to get you to him. He couldn't help but want to ravish you right there and then, split you open on his dicks and pump a few loads in you.
"There's no one in this inn that describes that appearance." were they shitting on him now?
"This female that was recently added to the harem." he tried to find other words to explain it. He knew nothing about you besides how you looked and how sweet you taste for him.
"She's currently at the palace. You told us you don't want to see her because of how inexperienced she was." he did that, didn't he. He remembers something now, a girl with long dark hair getting into his bed wearing nothing but a red transparent bathrobe. She was nothing but talk, it made him lose interest immediately.
"Then I want to see all the females in this inn." he got to find you. He knows you're real, it was no way you weren't.
"There are no other guests besides us." then who the fuck were you? Why did you appeared only before him and then disappeared after making him so hungry for you. Were you a piece of his imagination? No wander he wanted to touch you so bad.
Then he haves no option but to look for someone similar to you, his vision, when he gets back to the palace.
And that night, one of you slept better than a a cat napping under the sunlight and the other was wide awake the whole time.
Sure, the next day came and it reminded you of why you tried to run in the first place, but wasn't it better when you knew you won't have to deal with strangers. Especially someone like that brute of a man.
Your chores and the harassment those three women gave you was annoying, but after yesterday, you'll managed to live a few more weeks with it.
When the weather clears, you'll go out again, and this time you'll do a lot more better.
But perhaps, the universe was giving you a much better solution than to sneak out the house.
Because, you see, by the end of that week your house received a invitation to the Royal ball, and it says that the king is finally going to chose a queen.
Your sisters were running around in circles trying to find a good dress. And the mess they made while looking around was giving you headaches.
But you couldn't really complain when you're planning to leave while they're at the ball.
"Can I come to the ball?" you asked with a basket full of clothes in your hands, being tasked to wash and iron them by the end of the day.
"Mother! Do you hear her nonsense?" one of the sisters yelled, making you close your eyes at the loud noise.
"She can't! Mother!" the other sister said, going to her mother and trying to beg her to say no.
"Do you think they need more servants there? It's a happy ceremony, not a job interview." you knew no was the answer, but still. You tried to see if something changed at least in one of them. Hoping to find a reason to stay in this house for a little longer.
The moment they left in their carriage to the ball, it was the moment you ran out the house and ready to get on the horse.
"Now now, no need to be sad." a masculine voice could be heard behind you, making you turn around instantly.
Two men, both of them dressed in black, one with long black hair and the other with white hair and sun glasses.
"We're here to save you." the white haired guy said, making you raise an eye brow. "Aren't you glad?"
"Who are you?" they acted like it was normal for two unknown men to appear in your yard and act all nonchalant.
"Your fairy godmother."
"But you're two, and men." you tried to correct their words.
"We come in a package. And being a fairy godmother sounds better than a fairy godfather." the white haired guy said.
"Gojo and I will help you go to the ball." the dark haired man said.
"I don't want to." you refused, getting your horse out and ready to get on it.
"But you looked so sad earlier." the white haired guy sounded like he was mocking you. "Come on, don't lie to us."
"If you want to do something for me then kick those women out." it was much better than going to a ball you weren't invited to.
"But you look like you already have your future planned out. Why would we interfere?"
"Then why are you here?" you said, getting ready to get on your horse.
"We better get started or you'll arive when the ball is finished." out of nowhere both of them got some kind of wands in their hands, moving it around in the air before both of them started to do their magic.
"If you're going to a ball you'll need a carriage." the dark haired guy said and you saw a pumpkin floating in the air, getting in front of you and slowly becoming bigger, slightly changing its color and shape.
"We need horses too." the other man said and some mices were turned into horses.
"And a coachman." they looked like they were having fun while you were still very much miserable.
"What about the dress?"
"Something blue?" with a hand movement, your clothes were changed into a big ball gown dress. "And look, glass slippers."
"That will be uncomfortable." the dark haired guy said, getting ready to change your shoes into something more comfortable.
"No, no. They're very much comfortable. Try to walk around." the other guy said, making you walk back and forth and give him a review of how your shoes were.
"It's good. My feet doesn't hurt." you said and try to jump around to show that everything was alright.
"Okay then. Get inside." both of them pushed you inside the carriage.
"You have until midnight to come back."
"The spell breaks when the clock shows 12. Remember that."
"Now go, and don't come back until you had all the fun you needed." they both disappeared into thin air. Leaving you alone in a carriage on the way to a ball you didn't want to go to.
You could jump out the carriage and go back home. But if you're being honest, you want to have a last good memory before you leave your good for nothing status and name and live freely.
A ball didn't sounded that bad. There would be music, food, and a lot of people so you won't have to worry about standing out. There's peacocks out there who are trying too hard to make themselves distinguished, so, you're good.
The castle was a lot bigger up close. You could see it every day from your window in the morning. It already looked big, but now? Damn, you're scared you'll stand out because you have no idea how to act like a noble.
You took a deep breath before getting out of the carriage. Grabbing a bit of your dress in your hands, to help you walk up the stairs.
With small steps, you took your time, looking around at the beautiful paintings and the way the whole place looked like it was covered in gold.
There were guards everywhere. It was a bit scary, if you think about it, but you chose to ignore it.
"Excuse me." you went to someone who looked like they worked there. "Do you know where the ballroom is at?" you asked, being lost in that foreign place.
"This way, miss." the man said in a professional voice, showing you the way to the place where you'll spend the next few hours before you disappear for good.
You went inside the room, being welcomed with a lot of people who didn't looked twice in your direction.
The ballroom was filled with music, but no one was dancing. Rather than that, they were talking between themselves.
Rich people, what do you know.
Most of them were dressed in a similar way to you, but there were some who went over the top. And now that you're thinking about it, your step sisters were doing too much. They probably stand out like crazy, and you couldn't help but giggle.
You decided to go and look around. What's a party without food and drinks?
Making your way between people who didn't wanted to move and inch, you found a table with some desserts on it. They look so tasty, and the taste was even more incredible. Can you steal a few for your journey? Or can you pretend to be a worker there and sneak into the kitchen?
Happy with your discovery, you took a plate of some cake and went to sit somewhere where no one will disturb you.
A small couch that was surrounded by little to no people. And you couldn't ask for more.
You sat on it, enjoying the sweet in your hands, the peace and the fact that no one was giving you any attention.
But the thing is, that if you payed some attention you would have saw why no one dared to stay there. It was the closest couch to the king.
It was in the right side of the throne, just a few feet away from it.
How could you be so blind? How could you not notice that brute of a man. Standing so tall that you could see him from a few crowds away, four arms, not two like the rest of the people in that ballroom. Pink hair that looked like candy, and yet it didn't made him look any softer.
Unlike you, he noticed the person who sat on the couch right away.
His eyes widened, mouth slightly opened as he kept looking at you again and again. Blinking, rubbing his eyes and then blinking again.
"You see that person?" the king asked the closest person next to him, to confirm he wasn't seeing things.
"The lady in the blue dress?" that was all he needed to hear to know he was in fact not hallucinating.
He got up, ignoring who ever dared to come his way and walk to you, stopping right in front of you who still haven't acknowledged his existence.
You raised your head when you finally noticed him, mouth full of delicious cake. You had the same big round eyes he remembers. You gulped, swallowing the sweet down your throat. He haven't said a word since he stopped in front of you, still being in his own world, still not believing that you came to him yourself. He didn't had to look for a replacement anymore.
"Can I help you?" your voice was like magic to him. It could make him melt if you said the right words.
He laughed, a big smirk on his face. But that only made you confused.
You looked left and then right, looking for a clue on what's going on. Perhaps he wanted to sit down and this was the only available space. You knew that nobles have some complicated etiquettes they follow, so maybe he's waiting for you to do something?
Ah, you finally get it. You got up, bowing politely to let him know that was your goodbye. But when you wanted to turn around, you suddenly woke up in the air, and a pair of arms wrapped around you.
"Wha-" panicked, you grabbed onto him. But now that you look at the situation, he was the one who got you in his arms, carrying you out of there. "What are you doing?" this couldn't be normal.
"Don't act like you don't remember me now." his words made sense to you, somehow.
He looked familiar, but you couldn't figure out from where. You don't know his name, this was the first time you saw his face, but that voice sounded so familiar. And his body, it also looked like you saw it before.
He walked around the castle like he owned it. Opening door after door, and getting deeper inside it, and far away from the ballroom.
"Who are you?" he was no ordinary person, you could see that. He walked freely without a single person saying a thing.
He made the guards look like decorations, and they didn't dared to say a thing to him. The palace workers bowed before him, and even the nobles were trying to please him.
"Where are you taking me?" you asked when you figured the answer to the first question.
He still didn't said a word and open one last door.
This room was deep inside the palace, you'd get lost if you try to run from there on your own. But perhaps that was what he wanted from the start. To lock you somewhere you won't be able to run from even if you try to escape.
That place had a big bed in the middle of the room, a couch that was facing the fire place, a big bookcase filled from top to bottom and some really big windows. From what you can see out the windows, and the fact you just walked up a lot of stairs, you were really high up. You won't be able to survive without breaking a few bones if you try to jump.
He really thought of everything, huh?
Walking to the bed, he placed you on it. Turning around and walking towards the door. He didn't thought of finding you this soon, so he had no idea what to do.
"Can I.." you bite your lips before speaking, too afraid that you know the answer too well. "Can I still go home?" he paused when he got in front of the door, but didn't said a thing. "The guys that helped me get here told me to get back before midnight." he almost broke the door when he heard those words. The what? The guys? They did what? "This is actually a spell. I don't actually look like this." he turned around and marched to the bed.
There was something scary in his eyes. But you couldn't help but look at him.
Did you tricked him? Was someone plotting against him and send a doppelganger to play with him?
"Who sent you?"
"I have no idea." you looked away. He won't believe you even if you tell him.
"Tell me." his cold eyes could petrify anyone.
"You don't trust me." you shook your head, trying to brush this off.
"I do. Now tell me." he looked like he could kill you right there, and no one would say a thing about it. You won't be missed, you won't be mourned. You don't even have someone to think about even in your last moments of living.
"Can I leave or not?" your voice just as cold as his, and for a moment he could feel his blood boil. You talked to other men, they send you there to the palace to make a clown out of him and now you dared to act like it was his fault for locking you in a place where he knows you won't run from.
"No." you sighed at his response. Disappointed in yourself for even trying, for listening to some strange men and for not running away when you had the perfect chance to.
"At midnight I turn back to my usual self. I'm not like this, I don't dress this way. You won't like me anymore after that." he was looking for a replacement from the start. This ball was held to find a doll that resembled you. And he found it. You can turn into a hideous monster and he'll find a way to turn you back into this form.
"And you think that I care?"
You looked confused. You had no idea what was going on in his head. What made him act like this and why.
Did you looked like an ex lover? Or someone who passed away? Because if that's the case, then he won't find what he's looking for in you.
"I won't submit to you." you tried to make it clear. "I'm my own person. I can't act like someone else."
He takes your words as a challenge.
He'll transform you into the perfect puppet. You'll match his expectations and taste in all aspects. You'll love him with all your heart and wait for him to return to you at the end of the day. All you need is a little training. And by how things looks, you'll need an intense one.
"You think you can defy me, brat?" he was mocking you. His voice was so annoying.
His face, his body, his status, everything was getting on your nerves now.
"I'm going home." you said. It wasn't a question or request, you were letting him know.
"Try." the shock look on your face was priceless. You looked offended by his words and he couldn't ask for more. He lied, he will get more out of you. Words, expression, feelings, he wants to see everything.
You tried to get up the bed, ignoring the fact that he was right in front of you. He didn't stopped you, he just looked at your dumbfounded expression when your actions weren't stopped by him.
He laughed, his voice filling the whole room.
You looked like you were going to cry, and he couldn't help but want to bite you. Sink his teeth deep into your flesh and leave marks all over your body.
For a moment, you stopped in place, not daring to get close to the door anymore.
Where have you felt that feeling before? The feeling of being watched by a ferocious predator.
You slowly turn around, to look at him who was sitting on the floor, his back against the bed. You recognize those red eyes now. It's the same as back then, when you almost successfully ran from home but you were met with that freak who made you turn around.
The realization look you had on your face made his eyes darker.
You had to get out of there, now.
You were if full panic mode, slowly walking backwards to the door, putting your hands on the handle and open it. Not a single second wasted as you ran down that hallway, dress in your arms and trying to get as far away from him as possible.
You stopped just for a moment to look back when you got to some stairs. He was nowhere to be seen, and you didn't know if you actually lost him or he was playing with you.
Whatever, you can think about that after you run from there.
The midnight clock could be heard in the background, but you weren't preoccupied by it. In fact, you couldn't even hear it, too focused on running down that mountain of stairs.
One of your shoes slipped off your foot. You turned around to look at it, and then you saw him, at the end of the stairs and looking down at you.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you almost stopped working for a moment.
Leave it there, a shoe didn't matter when you had far more things to worry about.
You soon got to a hallway, a big open door a few meters away of you, and you couldn't help but run even faster. But the closer you got, the more the door close. And by the time you got to it, it was completely shut.
"No, please!" you banged on the door. "Let me through." no answer.
You tried to open it, pulling it as hard as you can, but nothing. Going back wasn't an answer, and there weren't any other rooms that you could hide in.
There was only one option left. So many windows on your right, it was easy to open one and try to escape. And so you did, you opened a window and looked down for a moment. A broken neck doesn't sounds that bad, if you're thinking about it.
You took a deep breath, with a hand lifting as much of your dress in your arms, and with the other holding onto the window, ready to jump on it and see what the outcome of this event will be.
With no hesitation, you placed your knee on the window frame, trying to balance yours with your other foot and get on top of the window. But then you felt those big muscular arms wrapped around you once again.
"I didn't thought you had the balls to do it." his mouth was right into your ear, his voice leaving chills all over your body. "I might lock you in the basement if you continue to be a bad girl." he can do it, who's stopping him. You won't give up without a good fight.
"So? What do you want from me?" with this he knew you were the person he was looking for. Daring to disappear again just like back at the inn. You loved getting on his nerves, didn't you?
"We have unfinished business." what was he talking about?
"I didn't do anything." and that's the problem. The fact that you left him when he needed you. How dare you.
"Look at the time." he said when he was walking back on the stairs, holding you in his arms. With two holding your body and the other two wrapped around you, in case you planned on doing something crazy again.
"I told you, this is all a spell." and he can't wait for it to go away.
He stopped in place, and you had no idea what he was going to do. "Your shoe." he said, looking at the glass slipper.
"That would disappear too." but that didn't stopped him from moving one of his hands from you and picking up the glass slipper.
He continued walking back to that cursed room, throwing you in bed.
"Let's wait for the spell to break." he sat on a chair next to the door, waiting for your next move. Will your run to the door and try to escape again? Will you jump on him and try to harm him or will you try to jump out the window? He couldn't help but feel exited for your next move.
The disappointed look on his face when you just stood there. Looking down at the floor and from time to time at him with a ugly look in your eyes. You hated him? But that's a strong feeling, wasn't it?
And your words were true. You started glowing, and soon your appearance slightly changed. Your clothes were back to your old rags, your make up gone and your hair freely on your back.
He waited, excited. He couldn't help but wet his lips with his tongue, gulping and pressing his palms against each other. You better transform or he'll do it for you.
He expected more. He thought he'll see something unseen before. A monster, or you at your worst. You got him overthinking that your previous appearance was all a lie, but now you got him to want to bully you for lying to him.
He got up, getting closer to the bed. He stood there before you, expressionless, before he pushed you in bed, making you fall on your back.
"I didn't know you were a liar."
"What do you mean? The spell broke."
"You look exactly the same." he was on top of you, caging you between him and the bed. "You look even better than before." he was strange, truly.
"I still want to go home." you'll try as much as you can. There must be something that will work on this guy.
"I don't want you to."
"And who are you to decide for me?" he didn't respond to your question, choosing to ignore it like most of your questions. Instead, he smashed his lips against yours, his craving for your touch far too loud to ignore it.
And then it hits you. If you distract him, and act all sweet, you might actually be able to fool him and run away.
So, your hands wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer to you. He looked shocked, and for a moment he just stood there.
"What?" you spit those words at him, annoyed. Even if you cooperate with him, your words can't help but show your true colors.
"Take your clothes off." you gasped.
"I'm not doing this before marriage." you said, not wanting to do more than kissing.
"Consider the ball tonight the wedding ceremony." you looked at him in disbelief. "I'll take them off if you don't want to." even worse.
"I never did this before." you said. Maybe he'll have a heart and try to understand your situation.
"It's definitely going to hurt." no encouragement words? What a dickhead.
"I'll do it myself, no need for you to do a thing." you got up the bed, your hands traveling here and there, taking your time while undressing.
He stood at the edge of the bed, watching your every move. You can run if you want, the door is open, and it would stay that way until he leaves that room. So, you can try as much as you want, it's entertaining watching you fail.
But you didn't run, instead, you did as he said. Taking your clothes off with shaking hands and biting off any bad words you wanted to say out loud.
"Come and help me too." he could only laugh at your expression. But you got closer to the bed, no protests. He better sleep with his eyes open tonight.
He placed his much bigger hand on top of yours, dragging it on him.
You had no idea what to do. You kept looking at his body, at his arms, at his big chest, his shoulders. "Try and undress me, not just with your eyes." he was too much.
You slowly took whatever you could off him, and he just looked at you the whole time.
Now, when both of you were naked, you just stood there in front of him. You couldn't help but stare. He had two cocks, not one but two. I mean, he haves two of everything, but you didn't expect for him to have two dicks as well.
"Close your mouth and stop staring." he laughed at your dumbfounded expression.
"I don't know what to do." he tapped the placed next to him with his palm.
"Lay down here." you layed down on the bed, waiting for what he planned on doing. "You have to open your legs more." isn't he asking for too much already? One of his hands traveled in between your legs. "Look at me." you was expecting everything but to feel something licking your clit. You gasped, and looked at his hand. It was just a hand but it didn't felt that way at all. He laughed again. "I told you to look at me. Don't think of things you can't understand." but you don't get it. You could feel a tongue, traveling between your folds, going up and down, playing with your pearl.
"What's that?" you asked out of breath, forgetting how to even breath for a moment.
"This?" he showed you his palm, which was having a mouth on it. Since when was it there? His hand went back between your legs, playing with your clit again, one of his other hands joining in, as you felt something at your entrance. "Keep your eyes on mine or I'll give you something to occupy yourself with." you had no idea what he was planning to do. With a quick move, he stood up, his dicks against your face. "You know what to do." you looked up at him, at his dumb grin and then at his friends that were right in your face. "Open your mouth." one of his thumbs was on your lips, pressed against it to make you open it and suck on it. He then moved his hand and took one of his cocks, giving it to you to do your thing.
You weren't trained to please him, but even so, he had some expectations from you.
You could do it. If others could, so can you. But look at you, who can't even take half of his fat cock into your mouth.
"Do good and I'll reward you." he said and added another finger inside your wet pussy. "See?" he said and curled his fingers. "Now get to work."
With your head pressed against his thigh, you wrapped a hand around one of his cocks, while trying to take the other in your mouth.
He let out a loud groan, making you unsure if you should continue or stop.
A promise is a promise, and he's true to his words. Since you're trying so hard to please him, he should return the favor. He kept curling his fingers, going in and out of you as his mouth kept playing with your pretty clit. He was touching all the good places, he knew that, and he didn't stopped a bit. Now determined to discover even more places and touch better than before.
Your walls started to clench around him, squeezing him so tight and making him wander how that will feel around his cock.
"You wanna cum? You better keep working then." his words made you try even harder, too desperate of that foreign feeling inside of you.
He kept moving his hands, and you kept trying to figure out what to do to him. But oh, you were so close that you couldn't think straight anymore. And it happened in a flash, your mind going blank and trembling under his touch as you came.
He kept his hands moving for a little longer before stopping, when you finally came to your senses.
"Now focus on me." his hands went away from you, now gripping your hair and pushing your head down his length. You tapped his thigh, too afraid you won't be able to breathe anymore. He moved your head, sometimes he moved his own hips, and soon, he was going to cum too. "Don't let spill anything. Swallow." he said before cumming down your throat.
This was more than enough. You didn't had the strength to go further than this.
Intimacy can be too tiring. And he looked like he enjoys sucking the energy out of you.
"We're not done yet." not yet? What more does he wants from you?
He got on top of you, positioning between your legs. Two of his arms places next to you, while one held your hips. With his only free hand left, he held one of his cocks at your entrance, rubbing his head against your pussy. Getting his head inside your cunt, then drag it out to rub it between your folds, rubbing it against your clit. Then back at your warm entrance again, slowly getting his head inside, just to get out and then again.
He was playing with you. He was enjoying seeing you mad.
But this time, when he got his tip inside of you, he kept pushing, going deeper and deeper. And he didn't stopped until he got inside all the way in.
Warm, wet and hugging him just right. He loved it. He could stay inside of you forever.
His face got closer to yours, looking at you and at the way you were struggling to fit him in. But he been so attentive to you, and you can't even fit him in.
Slowly, he moved his hips, in and out at a calm pace. It gave you all the time you needed understand how you managed to fit him in. And it also gave him time to understand how painfully slow this was.
His revenge was going to wait a lot before he fucks you properly.
He wanted to rearrange your inside for the way you left him, but now he had no option but to wait.
He's going crazy. He's dying in your arms and you're not doing anything. You're not talking to him, you're not looking at him.
He grabbed your cheeks, pushing them together and making your lips come forward.
"What?" you tried to say.
He kissed you, making you wrap your arms around him as he kept moving his hips.
This was better, when you held him in your arms was so much better. It made this fire inside of him calm down and let him realize the situation he's in.
One of his hands went between your bodies, softly rubbing your clit as he kept moving, making your bodies slightly rock together.
His tongue inside your mouth, his movement was so sloppy, not having a proper rhythms but keep increasing the force he kept slamming into you with.
The first orgams pulled out of you with force, him not giving you a moment to breath and keep going for it until he filled your warm walls with his hot cum.
But when you thought it was over, it never was.
He got out of you, giving you a break for a moment before you felt him back between your legs, this time a lot more bigger. He had both of his dicks in his hand, now trying to push them inside of your pussy to fill you up.
"It won't fit." you said, trying to stop him from this madness.
"Take a deep breath." he said before finally managing to get inside.
He was going to kill you, because this was too much. The way he split you open, being stretched out like never before. And he kept moving his hips too, like the fact that you still haven't accommodate to this strange feeling meant nothing to him.
It hurted, but at the same time, the way he kept you open felt good. And you hate to admit it but you might cum just from this alone.
His hips kept moving, and this weird feeling started to feel so much better. It went to the point where you started crying, too much for you to handle.
"Shh. You can take it." he said, a hand moving some hair away from your face.
He liked those hot tears that were falling from your eyes. It made him wander why he didn't try to make you cry a lot earlier.
Can you even come again? He can't help but wander. Guess he haves to find that out himself.
Pounding into you, keeping you wrapped in his arms and not giving you a break. He managed to make you cum again, now focused on the way your squeezing him again. And just like last time, he painted your insides white, this time getting you fuller than last time.
But it's not over, because he haves to try this again, but from another position.
You didn't managed to last too long and fell asleep in his arms, the next day waking all alone in there.
You wasted no time in putting your clothes back on and running out that room, down the stairs and back into that hallway. Being welcomed with a close door that was blocking your way out. Now having no choice but go back to that room and wait for him to arrive back. Who knows what he's planning to do this time.
Author'a note: I was planning on making Gojo and Geto the step brothers but then it would have because their fan fic. I might write something similar to this but for them. Dunno tho, I'm too lazy to do it.
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you got me thinking about older step brother hyunjin......
Older Step-brother Hyunjin
Synopsis : Your mom remarried hyunjin's dad two years ago, hyunjin was your older stepbrother, he was tall, muscular and had a jaw dropping physique, he was definitely hot, whenever you two go out together, people call you two a cute couple and it does sound funny a bit well atleast to him. To you that was a compliment...
C/w: smut, unprotected sex (bro pulled out dw), stepcest, soft sex-ish (kind of), smut with feelings,
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At school no one would believe that's your stepbrother, the new students keep mistaking you two as a a couple and what not. But as a person hyunjin was sweet to you, he acted like any older brother. It was wholesome to your parents but you wanted more...
Soon you realized you had to push past these feelings, whether you are or not infact his step sister and not his real sister you couldnt have him because he was first of all perfect and second of all, you thought you were out of his league, the girls that lines up to get into his pants are much older and prettier in your opinion, you felt like an outcast next to him.
Sooner or later you had to get a boyfriend to fill up that empty gap, you can't keep on thinking that one day hyunjin would fuck you to sleep and keep yourself saved up for him when the chances of him even liking you back are so low especially when you two are step siblings.
So you started to date Jay, he was quite popular, you two were great friends even before you met your step Dad and hyunjin, you used to like him a lot too but you doubted yourself alot back then.
When the news came out, your mom was happy since she knew Jay ever since you two were little, she was very fond of him aswell, everyone did seem happy except for hyunjin, during dinner, he didn't seem like himself, he was just silent, something was bothering him obviously. He didn't ask how your day went or what happened at school.
After dinner you decide to personal ask him about his issue, you head up to his room, politely knocking, and a serious firm voice responded
"come in"
He was clean from shower and was still very wet, his entire body was on display for you except the part he covered up with a towel, his lower half.
"sorry to bother you this late. Just noticed how dull you looked tonight, maybe some thing's bothering you?"
He smirked at you, rolling his eyes. His behavior was confusing you but you couldn't tear your eyes off of his body.
"bothering me? Y/n it's clear you know what's going on"
"I-I know?" you asked questioning everything
He seemed to notice your confusion and scoff, he neared closer to you, his behavior wasn't sweet or soft anymore, the more he inched closer to you the more you were getting scared and excited. You didn't know what to expect.
"Jay.... Is he really a good boyfriend?"
"huh? Y-yeah?"
"are you sure? Does he treat you nicely? Does he take care of you? Or does he even fuck you right, y/n?"
Him using such vulgar slurs turned you on so hard, you were blabering to this point.
"W-what do you mean?"
"you think I wouldn't catch him fucking you in the janitor's closet today?"
Your face turns bright red, he saw everything and you can't excuse yourself now.
"y-you saw that?"
" yeah... And he couldn't seem to hit you right, what are you doing with such a twink?"
You can't even look him in the eyes anymore, he then gently makes you look at him by lifting your chin. His hair was still wet from the shower.
"did it feel good?"
You didn't respond, it wasn't the best but he made you cum especially in such a small place like the janitor's closet
"why would I even ask? It was probably terrible, wasn't it? You don't even look good next to him, you know who can treat you better?"
"who?"
"me"
He let his towel drop to the floor, his room door was locked, his dick was even prettier than you thought, it was both long and grithy, the tip was pink and his balls were so full.
You couldn't help but stare at it shamelessly and before you knew it you were bouncing on his dick, panting and gasping, giving him a lap dance, while he stared at you intently through hooded eyes.
You can't believe how you got to where you are right now
"Do I feel better than that Jay?"
"mhmm~ a-amazing"
You don't know why he would still want to fuck you when you barely looked that good in your head and he was already In a relationship with the popular girl in his campus. Did he really like you or was he just mad and unhappy that you were dating aswell...
"I bet you think of me when you ride his dick"
You froze hearing that, he knows? How'd he know? Was it that obvious that you liked him so much?
" even if I didn't read that little message you sent to your friend, I would still know you'd like me, I mean who doesn't want to ride my dick?"
You can't help but turn red, it was annoying but so true. But if you were really honest, it wasn't just his body you wanted, you wanted him more than his body, you love him so much that you can't help but plan out your imaginary life out with him, having children, getting married and growing old together. But that comment stung.
He was very kind in general, someone who you looked up to when you didn't know what was right and wrong, someone who loved you at your worst, stood by your side when you had breakdowns, gave yoh advice when you got lost
You didn't even realize you texted the wrong person this whole time and he saw every single message... (reader is dumb asf)
"w-well they only want you for your body... They fuck and leave and come back... B-but I..."
You trail off. He stares at you curiously, gently brushing away a strand of hair from your face and lifting your head to continue.
"I really like you... More than just for your body... Maybe there's so many girls who tell you that but... I can't go a day without seeing you, I can't stop thinking about you all day"
His eyes widened and judging by his reaction, you regret every word you uttered that instant moment, but in reality his heart was swelling up with pride and he was getting overwhelmed.
"y-you really mean that right?"
You stare at him nodding slowly
"you really think about me more than my body?"
You nod again, it was his first time hearing someone want him for himself and not his body, people called him a fuck boy but it was really the girls leaving his bed empty in the morning after the nights he'd give them.
He's always thought about you too but he knew that if you were really gonna fuck him, then you'd just pretend that shit never happened the night before and it tainted his image of you, he spent countless Nights with other girls just to erase you from his memory, he never knew why he liked you in the first place.
Was it the way you speak? The way you help others? The way you smile? The way you're so nice? The way you walk? The way you sleep?! He would go insane..
" y/n... Do realize that I liked you all along too? I mean isn't it obvious or were you blind?"
You stare at him confused,
" my girlfriend... She looks almost exactly like you, you never notice that? The fact that everyone sometimes mistakes her as you... Wasn't it obvious all along?"
Your heart skipped a beat, we're you hearing this right? You've never really noticed how she looked so much alike, the way she dresses, the gifts she wears that he gives her, were all head to toe yours...
You halted your movements, staring at him in the eyes, searching if he was joking with you or did he really mean every single word?
His grip on your hips never leaving as he leaned closer touching your face gently, the hook of your nose, your eyelids, your lips, your cheeks,
"I don't think you understand how much I want you, I wanted to push you away because of our circumstances but, I love you, I can't go on a day without you"
You close your eyes feeling his fingers memorize your face, leaning in, you gently plant a kiss on his lips, it was the first time you made him flustered instead,
"I wish I knew you wanted me"
"Don't hide things like that, I've been dying to know"
He nodded, panting a soft kiss on your forehead before laying you down and changing positions, he trails marks and kisses down your neck, to your tits to your stomach, marking you everywhere
All you could do was grip the sheets, seething under his touch, he slid back inside you easily, stretching you out deep,
"mhmp~! S-shit so tight... So warm~!"
He smothers kisses all over your face, chanting your name in whispers, desperately like as if you were leaving him and he was begging you to stay. He was throbing painfully inside you, his tip kissing your cervix
He started to thrust into you slowly, staring at your face and marking your neck red, you can't help but arch your back and moan
"shh~ don't want our parents to hear us nwo, do we?"
Shit that deep raspy voice had you squeezjng his cock so tightly,
"l-loosen up baby, I-it's so tight!"
He hissed in pleasure before slowly picking up his pace, the bed creaking along with his hips thrusting into you.
"like that?"
"mhm, hhng! L-love it!"
You pant, clenching tightly with each of his words, his pace picks up faster and before you knew it you were a mess, biting you shirt to muffle your screams and moans as he drills into you like a mad man.
Your nails draw blood from his back and shoulder from holding onto him, you can't even feel bad it's not your fault he's got you so fucked up like this
Before he couldn't cum, he pulled out, stroking his dick fast, cumming all over your face, tits and belly before licking it off of you as you came along with him
"say you're mine now?"
His voice all so sweet after that mind blowing orgasm, you let him take care of you, promising to keep it a secret and visit him every nigth from now on
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I don't know when I even started this request, I found this in my drafts and shit, my writing was so bad, I didn't even bother to fix the first few part, so like I wrote this fanfic in two different time lines... I prolly started last year 😭 I lost my phone and couldn't log in from the other one
Hope y'all enjoy <3
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An Angelic Alpha
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Simeon X F!Reader, hints of Lucifer X F!Reader
CW: Alpha and Omega Dymanics, Smut, blow jobs, penis in vaginal sex, creampie, dubious consent, voyeurism, Sub and Dom elements, breeding, possessive behavior.
Word count: Roughly 7.1K
A/N: In a world where only Humans have a secondary sex, you've enjoyed the freedom of the Devildom to your hearts content. Unaware of what happens when a certain angel gets the chance to be along with you and it turns out, he's not exactly an angel anymore.
So another brain worm and this one very much because it's Kinktober. I had a lot of fun with this one and I hope you enjoy it.
Images belong to Solmare.
You still don't know what to make of the sudden changes since you got back to the Devildom, for the first time ever under your own power. That feeling of freedom that you have here seems slightly restricted compared to before.
And it's mostly because Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos seem to be going out of their way to ensure you're never alone with Simeon.
You just don't get it.
They've never cared this much before, in fact the only person they cared about keeping you away from was Solomon and that was mostly when his ruts were due to start.
All the men in your life that were from the Devildom and Celestial realm (minus Luke), all seemed to agree on a singular point. Solomon wasn't going to be allowed the chance to win you over because of biology.
If anything, it was a point that seemed to make Lucifer bristle and glare even harder at the human sorcerer. The simple fact that of the three worlds, only humans had a second gender.
And you just happened to be an omega. A detail that Solomon just seemed to love throwing in Lucifer's face. How he could never fill that biological niche that he could as an alpha, following it by one of those little chuckles of his.
Of course, Solomon himself was respectful of your wishes to not just be a piece of meat to be snatched up and claimed. Part of you honestly thought that it was funny the number of times you'd gone looking for him only to learn he had taken an unexpected vacation elsewhere in the Devildom.
You weren't dumb. Barbatos would never admit it, but you could see the gleam of mischief in those emerald eyes of his. The fact that you never got a whiff of Solomon in his rut was a clear indication that the demon that could open doors wherever he wanted was sending the alpha as far from you as possible. Plus the grin of satisfaction very much hidden under that mask of butler perfection might have also given him away.
Solomon aside, it was one of your favorite things that you quickly found when you arrived in the Devildom.
Freedom.
You didn't have to worry about taking your suppressants to the point of it being toxic to keep yourself from being accidentally triggered into a heat. That ever present fear of being snatched off the street was gone, replaced instead with a sense of excitement every time you turned a new corner. Sure, you still took your suppressants, but you could also enjoy your heats when they came.
After all, the brothers couldn't smell the difference lacking a second gender themselves and they had been around long enough to understand what your flushed skin and wanton moans meant.
Asmo had been delighted. Even before forming a pact the Avatar of Lust had been more than happy to help you out, even telling you how he had been summoned by more than one desperate omega that needed release, but didn't want a mate, to help them out. After the first time, he had kissed your nose and told you how you had become his absolute favorite omega and he couldn't wait for your next heat.
Somedays you wondered how any of them got anything done when you were in heat since you never seemed to be in bed alone.
Well.
Unless it was Lucifer.
The Avatar of Pride was far from being a prude but he made it clear that if he was helping you, there wasn't room for anyone else in the nest you'd made on his massive bed. The demon had even gone so far as to have had a replica knot made that doubled as a cock ring to try and help sooth your burning body while his hands roamed your slick skin. More than once when you were well aware of your senses he'd whisper how he wanted to make you his, to claim you if you wanted it.
Fuck did you want it. Wanted him. Oh how you hated the fates for the fact that the being you loved more than anything couldn't forge that biological bond that would forever serve as a divide.
Even if, you were beyond annoyed at the sudden change in how he acted around Simeon. Like he was on guard or something. Every offer for tea turned down before you could speak, asking to help him go through some homework with Luke that he wasn't all that clear on also shot from the sky before you could utter a syllable.
The growl you had heard from Lucifer when the two of you had been looking at Simeon's D.D.D. to see why it wouldn't stop switching to silent mode had made your head spin as if the demon had become an alpha all of a sudden.
The worst part? Whenever you asked Lucifer what was going on he'd just huff before sighing and saying. “It isn't my place to tell you, Lamb. Just trust me, please.” You were certainly annoyed with him, even if he did his best to try and distract you from it with his affections.
Which was part of the reason you were happy to spend some time after class with Mammon, even if he was plotting how to make some quick grimm. Sitting in one of the classrooms with the white haired demon as he giggled about how great this scheme was going to be, you focused on your book instead. Finally almost done reading the original version of the Seven Lords that Levi had you borrow on the strictest of conditions.
“Mammon, this app you told me to download seems to keep causing my phone to crash.” You hadn’t heard the door open, or the sound of soft footfalls but you know the sound of that voice anywhere.
“Ya must be usin’ it wrong then.” Standing and looking over the angel's shoulder before blanching. “I just remembered I got somewhere ta be!” A cloud of dust left in his wake that was reminiscent of an outline of the Avatar of Greed made you sigh.
Slipping your bookmark in between the pages before you rose and approached the handsome angel. “Let me see Simeon.” Curling your fingers around his D.D.D. while standing beside him so he could see the screen and what you were doing, not that it was going to matter since even if he remembered the steps he was so inept with technology he would have probably just made it worse.
A few taps and you see the problem. “Simeon, you need to stop letting Mammon convince you to install things on your phone. This one has been running a program in the background that's sending the information on your screen somewhere else.” Probably another one of Mammon's shady deals that he forgot about until Simeon asked him about it just now. “The reason your phone keeps crashing is because it's overheating from all the programs running at once.” A few more taps and you start uninstalling everything else that looks suspicious.
“Thank you for helping me, Lamb.” Moving just a bit closer to you which you don't see anything strange in, if anything you lean more against his body. You've missed the chance to just spend time with the angel, plus you don't have to worry about being distracted by his shoulders and those stupid little hip windows since he's in his cafe outfit. You might miss the view but at least you aren’t left a blushing distracted mess in his presence. “I've missed spending time with you these last few weeks.” Curling one of his arms around the small of your back and resting his hand on your hip.
“I've missed you too.” Glancing up at his face with a smile and a small tilt of your head, you hadn't expected him to be that close since your nose almost banged into his. “I'm sorry about that, I'm just not sure what's gotten into Lucifer lately.” Shaking your head and taking in a long exhale to try and stop yourself from getting more annoyed with the Avatar of Pride than you already are.
Blinking at the nutty yet sugary scent that you smell, it reminds you of coffee and maybe some caramel, the kind made by boiling sugar and water and leaving it just a little too long as if the edges are starting to burn.
“Wha…” Trailing off as you start to blink faster, your tongue feels sticky inside your mouth and your head feels a bit like it's underwater. Carefully letting Simeon have his phone back as you press the heel of one of your hands into the ridge of bone above your eye socket, trying to alleviate the sudden pressure pounding into your skull. “Sorry Simeon, I'm. I'm not feeling so good.” That’s an understatement.
You feel like there's an inferno starting to burn just under your skin, the back of your shirt growing damp and clinging to your shoulders as you try to wipe the sweat beading along your hairline. That cloying scent hanging inside your nostrils isn't helping either, if you didn't know any better you'd think it was the scent of an alpha about to go into the early stages of a rut.
But.
That can't be right.
“Here. Let me help you.” Fuck. Leaning against Simeon isn't helping at all, if anything the scent is stronger, his fingers gently pushing the soaked hair back from your face as you whimper.
If you weren't so confused you might have heard the tremor in his voice, unaware of him licking his lips as he watched you. Too busy trying to focus on the reason for your body starting to ignore the commands of your brain like you’re in a syrupy daze. “I.” Your stomach is starting to clench the same way it does when you start to go into heat, your body warming and adjusting as the hormones associated with it start to flood your system. “I think I need to get home.” This is bad.
You're not supposed to go into your heat for another week, why in the Devildom is it starting to hit you now? And where is that scent coming from? It's making your core start to flutter and the slick you’re producing to trail past your folds in a steady stream.
“Do you?”
Huh? Squinting when you open your eyes, what is he asking you with that short question?
Opening your eyes might have been a mistake.
Simeon's face is barely millimeters away from yours, but what really has your attention is his eyes. Those normally celadon blue eyes tinted with yellow are nearly black, the thinnest ring of blue around his blown out pupils. “Simeon?” You don't understand why but you find yourself sliding your hand up the side of his chest, your thumb brushing the edge of the doublet feeling every stitch.
“Do you need to go home?” One of his hands is sliding along your back, dipping lower until those long digits of his can slip under the hem and brush the damp cloth away from your body. “I can help you, you know that don't you?”
“Simeon.” The nutty smell grows even stronger when he tilts his head. “What’s going on?” The beautiful angel lets out one of those airy laughs of his that reminds you of the sound of raindrops falling onto bells, soft and gentle, swallowing as your sex throbs hard enough that your knees almost buckle, clinging closer to him to keep yourself standing.
“I think.” Brushing the tip of his nose along the ridge of your cheek before he dips his head, the point grazing the patch over your scent gland and you can hear his deep long inhale just under your ear. Your thighs clench sinfully as another gush of slick dampens your underwear further, possibly starting to spread to the fabric of your pants. “I'm going into a rut.”
“But.” Your mind is scrambling, trying to make the dots connect that you should have figured out when you first smelt him and the pheromones he was releasing into the air. “You're an angel?” It comes out like a question that turns into a moan low in your throat as he opens his mouth and catches the edge of the patch keeping your scent gland covered and starts to tug it away.
“No.” A rasp as he takes in another long inhale, the tip of his tongue dancing along the sliver of revealed skin. Like he could drink your scent that was starting to envelop the two of you in its heady mix. “I was.” With an animalist growl, his teeth snag the rest of the patch and you cry out at how quickly he rips it from your skin before burying his nose deep into the sensitive space between your neck and collarbone.
You feel the way he sucks in your scent as much as you hear it, unconsciously arching your neck to allow him better access. “But Sim-”
“Shush, I'll explain later.” Kissing the heated flesh with a tenderness that has you reeling after the previous ravenous display. “After I've had you, my pretty little Omega.” You cry out when he gives his hips a roll, the tented fabric of his pants brushing your stomach, the heat from his body sinking into yours through the layers of clothes currently separating you. “You'll let me have you won't you?” Hearing him let out a groan while he breaths in your scent has your cunt clenching, another wave of slick gushing out of you. It has to have soaked through your pants by now, you can feel the way it's starting to spread down the curve of you thighs and around your other entrance.
Parting your lips as your brain keeps working to try and come up with a response to this impossible situation. Simeon? An alpha. It doesn't make any sense, but your body doesn't care, rubbing your lower half more against him and gasping as the material clings to your skin and rubs your clit in just the right way. “I…” Trailing off as the pleasure and fire inside of your body builds even more, your fingers digging into whatever part of his waist coat you can find.
“Please, tell me yes.” Lifting his head away from your scent glad but never away from your skin, a trail of pebbled skin rising in the wake of his lips over the burning flesh. “I've wanted you for so long, but I've never had the chance to tell you just how badly. Please.” As much as he's begging there's still an undercurrent of a command to his request, another shift of his hips and it's hard to ignore just how heavy he feels pressed against you. “I feel like I'm burning up and you're the only one that can help me find relief.”
Hearing that you let out the softest whine, almost as if you're calling out to that other side of him, trying to tell him how you feel the same way. That your blood feels as if it's boiling in your veins, scalding your heart the longer you spend just breathing in his scent with your fingers wanting to grip his skin instead of the thick cotton of his clothes. Your brain is still being railroaded by your hormones and the omega part of your brain, your tongue parched and heavy as you try to speak.
Managing two words.
Two simple words that seem to make both of you snap.
“Kiss me.”
Your voice is low and desperate as you utter the words, your eyes lidded while you watch Simeon hoping he understands what you're trying to tell him. You want him, no. You need him.
His teeth clash against yours as he moves, there's none of his usual grace in his movements as he pulls you more against him. Your chest crushed against his while his mouth licks at the seams of your lip, groaning at the sloppy exchange and wanting more. With his hands grasping the curve of your ass it's hard to ignore how instiant the wet muscle is as he tries to slip it into your mouth.
With your hands still curled in his shirt, unable to move them because of his hold on your body you moan as you part your lips, long and low as he plunges his tongue into your mouth and slides it around as if mapping every couture to commit it to memory. If his hands hadn't been holding you in his firm embrace you might have slumped to the floor as the omega part of your brain crooned in pleasure, tasting something akin to honey that was making your core throb and clench even harder. Another gush of fluid rushing out of your cunt, it was like the floodgates had been shoved open and you wanted nothing to do with closing them.
Your lungs burned when Simeon pulled his mouth away, panting while his hands kept moving and massaging the plush flesh of your butt in his hands. “You taste so much better than I ever imagined.” Nuzzling his face against yours has you moaning, his hold loose enough that you can trail your hands upwards into his dark locks.
“Simeon.” Mewling his name while you inside clench hard enough to make you pause. “I need you.”
“I need you too.” A long exhale before he nips at your lips again. “Need to feel you around me, stuffing you full. You want that don't you?” Ghosting one of his hands upwards to slide under the hem of your shirt and sliding those soft digits along your burning flesh.
“Yes Simeon, please.” Whining low in your throat at the thought of him pounding away inside of your core.
A brief chuckle before his voice drops into a deep timber you would have never expected from the gentle angel before. “Wrong name.” Using his body to guide you until you can feel the edge of one of the desks against your lower back, his hand roaming your front now and the smooth skin of your stomach.
“Please Alpha.” Begging as you roll your body to feel more of his cock brushing against your body, trying to grind as best as you can against him and letting your actions be dictated by the Omega portion of your brain taking the reins of your mind.
“Such a good little Omega.” Stepping away from your body causing you to cry out, your fingers reaching for him and wanting him close. “Shush.” Placing his index finger against your bottom lip, the soft pad trailing over the bruised skin. “I want a taste of something else.” Dragging that lone digit down your face and along your chest, chuckling as you arch into him to maintain as much of the physical connection as he keeps moving lower. Moaning as he starts to trace the wettest part of your pants and feeling the heat from your core. “So wet, but you need to be to take me don't you Lamb?”
Dragging your nails along the nape of his neck as you whine, just the sensation of his finger brushing the covered lips of your pussy has you almost cuming. Your body so close to the edge, you do need all the wetness you're producing to take him. “Yes Alpha.” Fluttering your lashes as you admit it.
Gasping when his hand trails underwards and works his palm beneath the band of your pants. When the very tip of his finger brushes your clit through the fabric of your sodden underwear your knees do give out. Slumping against Simeon with your mouth wide open in a silent whine, your brain short circuiting while your heart beats a mile a minute inside your chest to the point of pain. “Is that all it takes for my sweet little Lamb to tumble over the edge?” The tip of his tongue trails along the shell of your ear with a deep rasp that makes you jerk your hips pathetically as you chase after more of his touch.
“Please Simeon!” Screaming as your mouth works for more than a few words. “Please Alpha, I need more than just the edge of your hand.” Tears brimming on your lashes, making those beautiful blue eyes of his blurry. “Please” Nearly bellowing the last word as your fingers dig into his shoulders hard enough to form small bruises through his clothes.
“My poor sweet desperate Omega.” His lips brushing your ear as he speaks, it's almost a low growl that makes your stomach churn. “You want me to touch you, but you're making so much noise. It's almost like you want someone to find us and put a stop to this.” Removing his hand from your pants and you let out another whine at the loss of his soft palms against your skin. “You want me to touch you so badly you're willing to scream loud enough for the whole Devildom to hear.”
Your brain is a confused mass of hormones at what is happening as he steps away from you, letting you fall to your knees in front of him. You don't even feel the impact of the hard tiles, too concerned with the loss of his body against yours. Tilting his head and letting out a tutting noise as if he's disappointed in you. “Simeon?” Blinking up at him as more water falls your eyes, the forlorn tone of your voice at his rejection does nothing but make his shoulder fall with another shake of his head. Those brown locks of his shifting to hide his eyes for a moment.
“You want more of my touch but you're just not listening to me when I tell you to be silent.” Sighing through his nose and the disappointment in his voice makes your heart pang. “What kind of an Alpha would I be if I just let you do whatever you want?”
“Please Alpha, I can be good. So good. Just tell me what to do!” Mewling as you beg, doing everything possible to keep your voice from carrying past his ears. Watching his face through the tears, unaware you've walked right into the trap he set for you.
“I'm not sure I fully believe you.” Those dark hands of his move to the bottom of his white waistcoat, lifting it just enough so you have an unobstructed view as he makes a show of slipping the leather of his belt loose from the silver buckle. “As much as I do want everyone to hear you screaming my name.” A loud snap as he undoes the button followed by the zing of the metal teeth of the zipper lowering. “I want it to be when my cock is deep in those walls while you beg me to breed you.”
Rubbing your thighs together to try and gain some relief with your eyes focused on his hands, aware of the saliva pooling at the back of your mouth. “Please Simeon, Alpha, breed me.” Making sure you call him both names, to reinforce that you can follow his orders in keeping your voice low.
“I will.” Pushing the dark blue fabric of his underwear down you find yourself licking your lips at the thick cock and heavy looking balls attached to him that spring free. “After you prove yourself.” A few pumps of his length and you watch a few drops of pre cum trail from the tip to splatter on the floor. Panting at the wasted fluid while the air thickens with the scent he releases, more of that lovely coffee like odour. “Now come here and prove how good you can be by sucking your Alpha's cock.”
If anyone had ever told you Simeon could say that line with a straight face and a command to his voice that borders on sinful you'd have laughed at them. Hearing him say it in this instant however, has you crawling forward on your hands and knees, stopping when your cheek is at his thigh nuzzling against the white fabric. Looking up at him through your lashes while his cock twitches next to your face, waiting for a moment to see if he'll give you another command.
When nothing comes you shift toward his length ghosting your lips along his shaft, hearing him hiss through his teeth as he takes a deep inhale. Using the tip of your tongue to toy with the skin around his head, humming at the salty taste of his skin laced with something else that makes your hips rock. As much as you want to tease him, the omega in you wants to please him to follow his orders, because it wants this thick cock inside your pussy pumping you full of his cum.
Slipping your lips over the tip and flicking your tongue against his slit before you start to suck. Feeling your eyes rolling in the back of your head at the noise of pleasure he lets out, his hands moving to tangle in your hair. “That’s a good girl.” Panting the words of praise you moan, starting to bob your head so you can take more of his length into the wet cavern of your mouth. Your clit throbbing in time to the pulsing of his cock as you keep sucking, your cheeks hollowed as you work to please him, to prove you can follow his directions and do as you're told.
For Simeon, it's taking all of his willpower not to snap his hips forward and shove his length down your throat until those pretty lips of yours are kissing his balls. Breathing in through his nose to try and keep his breathing under control to aid in keeping the voice screaming at him to ruin you from taking the reins.
He didn't know it could feel this good. Earlier when you had been leaning against him with his phone in your hands he felt that churning in his stomach, like a boiling that for a moment left him confused. Then his dick had started to fill with blood and his nose grew more sensitive, sniffing the air and finding the most delectable scent lining his nostrils. He knew then what was happening. Something he had been worried about, but after a year of being human without having a rut he thought perhaps he would never have one. That having started his existence as an angel meant he didn't have the secondary gender you and Solomon had.
Tonight, he'd learned he was wrong.
At first, his plan had just been to see how far he could push you, but once you started letting out your own scent to answer his he knew he needed more. Wanted to see how your lips felt around him, planning to leave after he spilled his seed down your throat, his words earlier all an attempt to get you into a more pliable state. “You have, no idea how long I've wanted this.” Moaning the words as you started sliding your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, rubbing the sensitive nerves in a way that had his dick twitching in the confines of your throat.
“All the times I offered to help you in your heats, but Lucifer would never let me. Said how it was beneath me.” Groaning now as he gripped the soft strands of your hair in his palms. “I was so jealous, jealous of my fallen brother that was able to help you, to make you scream his name while he fucked you until he was exhausted. To know that he knew you so intimately in a way I never could.” Letting the words roll off his tongue while you kept moving, slowly making your way to his base. All thoughts of letting his balls empty in your throat gone. “Until now.”
Hearing him say those had your pussy clenching hard enough it was starting to hurt, wanting to have his cock there to squeeze around instead of in your mouth. Yet your omega kept yelling to keep going, until he was cuming down your throat and telling you what a good little omega you were for your alpha. Your lips are stretched wide as you keep moving, sucking and humming intermittently, gagging when his head hits the back of your throat. Edged on by his voice and how much he wanted you, the faint tugs in your hair were more pleasurable than painful and helping to keep you grounded.
It's doing something to your head, to think that Simeon, this beautiful angel had wanted to try and help you when you know he knew, probably still doesn't know, anything about sex. Now he can, in the back of your mind the more rational part of you is whispering how he's acting on instinct. Letting his alpha have control and telling you what to do, listening to the needs of his body. It's making your spine tingle.
“Fuck.” Jolting a little at the swear coming from him as his hand grips your head harder, to keep you from moving. Growling as he shifts back and his cock pops from your lips, still connected by a thick strand of spit. “You're such a good girl, doing just what I asked.” His chest heaving as he takes a half step back and loosens his grip on your head, one of his hands sliding forward to cup your cheek after brushing some of the strands of hair stuck to your face away. “I was going to cum down your throat.” Whining that the thought as your omega screams no, how badly it wants it. “Instead, I'm going to paint your womb white.”
There has to be a puddle under you now, it's like a faucet and the promise to breed you has your omega screaming for an entirely different reason. “Yes, Alpha.” Whispering the words as you arch your back to put your chest more out there and on display for him.
Watching him work the buttons of his waistcoat loose before tossing it onto one of the desks, his tie, a matching shade to his eyes follows. His fingers work on his shirt before he growls, giving up on slipping the plastic through the holes and ripping it in his haste. His movements are more hurried now as he drops to the floor in a way you can only describe as fluid.
His hands flew to remove your clothes from your upper body. If you had been more aware you might have thought to remove them yourself, but his soft hands grabbing and tugging at you have you mewling. You like how rough he's being with you, it's so against his doting nature.
Tugging your shirt off over your head before he simply breaks the snaps of your bra, letting out a noise of satisfaction as he places a palm over each of your breasts. “Your nipples are so hard, and these fit in my hands perfectly.” Licking his lips for a moment before tearing his eyes away and you see the unfiltered lust he's swimming in. “I'm going to come back to these later.” A promise as he leans in to kiss you once more, there's no teasing as you part your lips to let him plunge his tongue in and do as he pleases. Humming as he slides it against yours, making you wonder if he enjoys the taste of his cock lingering in your mouth.
Using the kiss to distract you from his fingers working the fasteners of your pants loose, hearing the sticky peeling of the fabric as he tugs it down your hips with your underwear. Breaking from the kiss when he needs the space to get the offending garment off your legs before growling once more. He forgot about your fucking shoes. Deft fingers undoing them and throwing them somewhere in the room before finally getting rid of the last remaining garments.
Ghosting his fingers up the inside of your legs until he reaches your thighs, a line of fire shooting right to your core as he spreads you open. “What a heavenly sight.” His choice of words deliberate as he raises his gaze to your face. “Those quivering muscles covered in fluid just waiting to welcome my cock.” A hand on the center of your chest as he pushes you to the floor, using his other hand to shove his pants down around his ankles. He’s far more concerned with your soaked pussy than getting his shoes off to fully remove his trousers.
As much as he's using his hand to keep you against the floor lifting your head you can still see his dick waving in the air, the head weeping more fluid that makes you whine. A shuddering breath when he’s done and lifts his head to meet your eyes, you could have cum just from the look in those sinful orbs. Swallowing hard as your heart begins to pound harder inside your chest, certain Simeon has to be able to hear the way it bangs against your ribs. Sliding your hands along your stomach until you can touch the silky smooth skin of his arm, his lean frame hiding the hard muscles of his body, your eyes fluttering shut when he starts to shift your legs apart. Making room for himself between your legs.
“My good little Lamb, it seems you can listen.” His thighs pressing under yours and you aren't sure whose flesh is hotter, yours or his. “I should give you a reward.” Rocking his hips just enough so his cock is sliding along your slick folds, spreading your juices along his length. Teasing you as he keeps a steady pace but shifting forward and back so that on occasion you're forced to cry out when that weeping head knocks against your clit. “The noises you make for me, they just make me want to slam deep inside of those walls and stay there.” Dragging his hand down from the center of your chest, over the expanse of your stomach, his touch feather light causing you to shiver.
A slow blink as he tilts his head, a twitch of his upper lip as he stops moving. The tip of his cock pressing directly against your clit making your head swim. The coil in your stomach tightens as you pant and mewl pathetically, trying to grind your hips only for him to keep you from moving. “Tell me what you want.” His voice is a low rasp that seems so out of place from the angel and his gentle reassuring tones. And you didn't miss the command in your blissed out state.
“You Alpha.” Tears spring to your eyes at how close you are, the heat from his sex sinking into your skin and the pressure that is just enough to have you hovering but not enough to tip you over.
“Good Omega.” A shift of his hips and you feel him pull back, the head of his cock rubbing against your sodden core. Smearing more of your slick along with his pre cum against the sensitive skin. “I'm going to ruin you.”
A single snap of his hips and you scream his name as your orgasm racks through you, every muscle in your body tightening at the sudden intrusion. Your insides scream at the burn from the sudden fullness that is his cock splitting you open. Your hands claw for anything to hold onto as your lungs empty of air with the force behind his thrust.
Simeon felt his eyes widen at the vice like grip around his length, of your walls spasming around him as if to suck more of him into your warmth. His balls tightening as the pressure in his gut builds. Groaning as the sweat drips down his face while he tries to stay still, to let those gummy walls of yours adapt to him. Otherwise he’ll be cuming early.
A small voice, the last shred of his sanity whispers that it's fine to cum from how wonderful you feel engulfing his dick. How it's alright not to last when it's your first time. It's drowned out by the newly awakened alpha inside of him screaming how he can't cum until his knot is stuffed in your hole, to keep his seed inside and breed you properly.
Hissing your name like a prayer through his teeth as he wills himself to hold on, at least until you’re aware of your senses again.
The fire racing through your veins has you breaking out in a sheen of sweat. You've never cum that hard before, and certainly not from just being penetrated. The omega in your brain is loving it, purring its contentment at having an alpha seated deep in your core.
A pressure in your abdomen as you blink more and more fluid from your eyes and suck in deep lungfuls of air through your mouth. Sliding your hand across your skin until your palm is just above a bump in your skin.
“That's me.” Rasping the words as your brain made the connection, tilting your head you see Simeon’s face screwed tight and watching you through narrowed eyes. A few drops of sweat hang from his bangs as he pants just as deeply as you do. His entire body shaking and you can see the lines of water collecting on his tan skin to run towards where you're joined, following the path of least resistance with gravity. “But we'll see if we can't make that bump grow for the next few months.” A sinful promise as he starts to move.
Sliding his cock out of you has you arching your back, the pleasure not unlike when he had rammed into your guts. You aren't going to last. A few thrusts as if testing the waters before he starts to jack hammer into your supple core, growling how good you feel around him. Your hands fly to his wrists, something to hold onto as his palms trail higher to grip just under your ribs and hold you in place while he wantonly fucks your core.
Any thought to try and speak is gone from your mind, too lost in the haze of mounting pleasure that's building inside of you once more. Your body starts to release chemicals to starve off being overstimulated, to keep you from tripping past that point so you can keep cuming around his length. Biology lets you tumble over the edge again to try and coax him deeper inside of you.
It isn't long until you cry out for a different reason, a hard mass constantly bumping into your clit when his cock slams deep. “Fuck.” Hearing him swear has you opening your eyes once more, blinking to try and clear your blurry vision. His gaze is fixed on your sex as he rocks his hips impossibly hard and fast. “Why won't it-”
“Position.” Gasping the word as he looks up and sees your teary eyes watching him, a moment of clarity hits you because you understand what the problem is. “Push my legs into my chest.” Moaning when those large soft hands of his do just that, pressing behind your knees so you're folded.
“Good girl.” Kissing the skin of your leg as the new angle allows him deeper access, so he can put more of his weight behind his thrusts. “I can feel it starting to go.” Panting as his knot starts to force its way into your bruised sex, into that tight confine to form a seal. “You feel like you were made for me.”
You can't answer him again, too lost in the sensation of his knot placing more pressure against your clit as he rams it in. You've never been fucked this rough before and you're loving every minute of it. Like this, each thrust has him hitting nerve clusters along your walls like an electrical panel, lighting your brain on fire with every move.
“Simeon!” You can't help yourself as you scream at the top of your lungs when his knot suddenly pops past that tight ring of muscles and wedges itself against your G spot. A series of micro orgasms racking your body, designed to force his knot to remain inflated, missing the once Seraph bellowing your name as his balls empty his paste like seed against your womb. Trembling as he collapses forward with his entire body crashing down onto you, his first orgasm and he almost passes out moments after you do.
Almost.
One hand rubs his face to remove the sweat before he places his slides his palm between your bodies, stopping once it’s against your stomach where his tip has the slightest bulge formed. Grinning to himself until he hears the door open.
“Has anyone seen Lamb?” His brow furrowed as Lucifer glances around the student council room, he knows you're still upset with him and he needs to try and find a way to placate you before your next heat.
As much as he doesn't mind not being allowed to touch you when you're upset with him he still needs to make sure you're tucked safely inside the House of Lamentation before that happens. Ideally in his room, using his bed to make your nest, even if he's not allowed in it.
“She's with Simeon in one of the class-” He doesn't have time to hear the rest of Mammon's words. An uncharacterized mad dash as he rushes for the door to the student council room.
With the thick wood open every demon inside the room can hear screaming, and for the brother's its a very familiar kind of scream. “No, no, no no.” Chanting it like a mantra as Lucifer runs faster, following the sound of your wails, flinching when he hears the cries of a male following yours.
A deafening bellow just as he reaches where his keen senses have led him, he doesn't bother with the doorknob as he rams his shoulder against the wooden divider.
His heart sank at the scene.
You're spayed out across the floor, a spreading puddle of sweat under your naked form. A drenched head of what might have been brown hair before it was darkened by liquid lifts, a pair of celadon blue eyes like two lights in the darkness.
“Lucifer.” A husk laces the voice of one of his oldest friends as Simeon shifts to reveal how the two of you are connected and his hand rubbing your abdomen as if pleased with himself. A glimmer of mischief and pride in his celadon blue eyes that meet his crimson ones. “Come to help me breed my sweet little omega? I'm sure she'll be happy to see you once she wakes up.”
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I make no promises but the brain worm has also produced thoughts for a follow up threesom...
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Constance’s Loungewear Card!
Happy birthday, Constance!
Mentions of @moonyasnow and @the-rini-rush 's ocs, Artemisia and Carla
"I better get ready. It's my big day, after all~!"
GROOVY:
"Hm... perhaps I'll leave my bangs up today..."
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💚: Aw, you came to see me on my big day, prefect~? How nice~ If only I hadn't woken up a mess this morning, haha!
💚: *Yawn...* Oh! How embarrassing of me...
💚: *Giggle* Weird seeing me in pink, huh? Well, I wouldn't want to wake up in a bad mood, so I surround my room with things I like. And pink just so happens to be one of my favorite colors~
💚: *Sigh* I absolutely love satin nightgowns! They're so breathable and comfy... it makes me feel like I'm sleeping on air.
💚: Hm? Are you looking at my perfume collection, prefect~? No matter what anyone says, you can never have too much perfume. You must have one for everyone occasion!
💚: My roommate? Well, Artemisia is... an odd one, but I'd be lying if I said she wasn't kind. She was practically my only option for a roommate since we're some of the only girls in the dorm. Though, I'd much rather be Artemisia's roommate than any of the boys' roommate.
💚: Aw, my parents sent me a birthday gift! Ah, of course. It's a new spellbook! I'll have to read this for anything that can make my life easier in potiontology.
💚: Sebbie got me a new, expensive perfume. I don't even think my parents could afford this! How did he get it...?
💚: A day all about me and the spooky... what an amazing combination~
💚: Perhaps I could make Artemisia do my chores today... It is my day, after all~
💚: Carla sent me flowers! How did he know lilies were my favorite?
💚: Prefect, what do you think I should wear today? I want to do something different for my birthday. Perhaps I'll try a different hairstyle today!
DUO MAGIC
Constance: Sebbie! Don't you have something to say to me~?
Sebek: Hmph, fine. Happy birthday, Constance.
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This is kind of a momentous occasion, isn't it? I mean, Constance was the first twst oc I EVER MADE, and now I'm finally celebrating her birthday.
It may sound weird, but I get kinda sentimental thinking about it. I made Constance a LONG while before I had made my tumblr, and now she's kinda become the posterchild of my blog, lol. I'm not mad, though. I actually kinda wanted this.
Constance holds such a dear place in my heart, and I'm so glad I get to share her story and my other ocs stories with all of you 💚
Happy birthday, Constance!
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⋆౨ৎthrowing a halloween party as coriolanus' first lady (part three)⋆౨ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow
Everything was bustling, the sound of heels and shiny loafers clicking on the checkerboard floor background noise to the endless chatter in the air. You bounced up and down on your feet, surveying it all from your place on the balcony between the double staircase. For an hour before the official start, you'd been worried nobody would show up. Now your home was crowded with all sorts of Capitolites, dressed to the nines in elaborate costumes.
Mermaid, knight, fairy, prince, jester, ancient god. Everyone was there as something different, and you were entranced by them all. Truthfully, you need not have been so anxious. The atmosphere was lively, and everyone seemed entertained. You fiddled with the white hem of your long silk glove, smiling bright and bold like the chandelier dripping with crystals from the ceiling.
A woman wearing a ball gown touched your arm as she passed by. "Wonderful party Mrs. Snow." You gave her a gracious look, lips parting to reveal your smile. She wasn't the first to say this tonight, but every new compliment made your heart swell. You were doing a good job. You had done a good job.
You felt the presence of someone behind you, and then a pair of arms were wrapping around your waist, pulling you into your husband's warm chest. He reached around and kissed your cheek, nose nudging you. "How are you, darling?"
Squealing slightly, you leaned back into him, squeezing his hand on your stomach. "I'm so happy!"
Coriolanus stepped back, careful not to muss your angel wings, and turned you around to face him. He lifted both your hands clasped in his, looking over you even though he'd done the same thing earlier when you were getting ready. A smile spread over his lips, and he pulled you back in, kissing your forehead. "You've done a wonderful job. Everyone's talking about how good it looks."
Your smile was uncontainable, and you threw your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek and leaving a red lipstick mark. "I'm so glad. Do you think it'll make headlines?" The prospect made you giddy.
He cupped your cheek in his hand, and you leaned into it, making him smile. "I don't see why not. It's the event of the year."
Laughing in delight, you bounced on your heels, and he held you right to him. "How long do we have to make an appearance for? I want to go upstairs-"
You giggled, tugging at his suit jacket. He had outright refused to wear a costume, but since he'd paid for the entire thing and he looked handsome anyways, you let it slide. "At least another hour. We are the hosts after all."
Coriolanus hummed, smoothing your hair behind your back. "I'll hold you to it, angel." He wound one arm around your waist, rubbing your lower back gently. The two of you watched the partygoers as they chattered and mingled. It felt like you were in your own bubble up here, looking down at the world.
He snatched two drinks from a server about to head down the stairs, putting one in your hand. You were about to protest, but he gave you a look. "You're allowed to have a drink, sweetheart. You've done so well."
Smiling sweetly, you lifted it to your lips, indulging him. Coriolanus kissed your temple, hand warm through the fabric of your dress. "Was it worth all the stress?"
You looked around at the richly decorated space, at the men and women from the Capitol who were content for now. "Yes. Very much so."
Though it had all been devastatingly overwhelming at one point, you were more than pleased with how it had turned out. With your husband's constant encouragement, you were able to push through the last weeks before, the pressure on your shoulders easing just a little. He held up anything that was crushing you, crumbling it if needed, all the while promising you that it was going to be okay.
What had gotten you was how he never once insisted it was too much. He only offered to ease it all. And you were reminded over and over why you loved him.
Down on the floor, servers were approaching people, their gestures pointing outside. You lightened, reaching for Coriolanus' hand. "Come with me."
He raised an eyebrow. "It hasn't been an hour yet."
"No-" you giggled, keeping hold of your drink and tugging him along. "Come on."
He let you lead him up another flight of stairs to your bedroom, smiling fondly as you worked your balcony door open with your champagne still in hand. Finally, it clicked and you nudged the crack with your hip. Tugging him outside, you inhaled the sweet scent of pink roses crawling up the walls.
Giving you a funny look, Coriolanus rewound his arm around you, and you settled back into the familiar spot. "What's this for?"
"You'll see," you murmured, bringing your hand up around him to rub his back.
It was quiet for a moment save for the lull of chatter from the partygoers below. You savored this moment with your husband, his body warming you from the slight chill of the night. Peace was not something easily found in your everyday life; especially over these past few weeks as you had prepared for the party.
Despite the whirlwind of being the president, he was your eye in the storm. You loved him for keeping you safe from even yourself. Memories of the past few weeks swam through your head, body snuggling closer to him automatically.
There was a pop from the distance, and you looked up just in time to see the burst of color lighten the sky. Gasping in delight, you leaned your head into Coriolanus' chest and smiled when he began to caress your back. This was your grand finale, the last thing to seal your fate as the best party hostess in the Capitol.
Looking up at Coriolanus, you were pleased to find his blue eyes already on you. He smiled fondly, leaning down and catching your lips in a sweet kiss. You set your champagne on the railing and wound your arms around him, letting your body relax into his. The weight was off your shoulders, the party had gone wonderfully. And now your husband was kissing you tenderly as the stress from the past few weeks melted away.
Pulling back ever so slightly, he murmured, "I'm proud of you." A brief kiss to the corner of your mouth. "My wife." he seemed to savor the word. "There's nothing you can't do."
"I couldn't have done anything without you." You smiled and lifted yourself up on tiptoes, one white-heeled foot popping up. The way he looked at you, you'd have thought you were the most adorable thing in the world.
He smoothed your hair, lips lightly touching your forehead. When you kissed him again, pressing your chest into his and letting his hand drop to the small of your back he whispered, "Do you think we can waive the one hour agreement?"
A laugh bubbled from your mouth and as soon as you nodded he was sweeping you up in his arms, pushing the door open and shutting it firmly with his foot.
You giggled as a tidal wave of kisses were admonished onto you, his touch worshipful and light. At last you were able to savor the feel of him, let him show you exactly how much he appreciated everything you'd done.
As the fireworks crackled outside, you dug your hand in his hair and sighed. This was yours.
He was yours.
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Fright Night
This is my Halloween Evan Buckley imagine, which I have written as part of the Call Me Dad series.
It's been a while since I wrote this series, but I want this to stand as the next part in the series rather than a spin-off.
I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.
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Summary: Evan isn't too happy that he has to work Halloween and can't take the kids out. But his day goes from bad to worse when the team are called to an incident, and his family are involved.
(Season 8 spoilers)
Enjoy.
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"Are you working it this year?" The apprehension in (Y/n)'s voice was paramount and when she looked over her shoulder at her husband, she watched his expression change.
Evan's lips rolled together and the deep breath he took told (Y/n) he didn't really want to give her the answer to that question.
She nodded to his wordless response and turned to get something from the fridge. She had a feeling Evan would be working, he usually was. Holidays and bank holidays were busy nights for the emergency services and that meant not many people could have the shift off. First come, first serve and even then, not everyone got lucky. Sometimes no one was allowed off, it just depended on the situation at the time.
"Baby, I'm sorry-"
"It doesn't matter, I was only asking." (Y/n) shrugged and shook her head while her back was still to him. It was easier to brush things off and try to carry on if she didn't have to look at Evan's saddened expression. The sympathy in his eyes always broke her down and made her relent.
(Y/n) knew it wasn't Evan's fault. He worked Christmas last year because they had been short-staffed and so Eddie could be home with Chris. He worked New Year because that was always a date he put his name down for as they didn't really celebrate it. And he had even had to work (Y/n)'s birthday this year because he couldn't find anyone to swap the shift with him.
She didn't mind. As long as he could try and get the kid's birthdays off, (Y/n) would take everything in her stride. She had begged him to try and ask for Christmas off this year and ask early because it wasn't fair on the kids if he had to work again and they wouldn't see him all day.
But this was the same. This was Halloween, when the kids loved to dress up and go out and Evan always dressed up with them. They all loved this holiday but now it meant Evan wouldn't be able to help the kids get dressed or see them go out trick or treating.
"Baby please…"
When Evan's hand found her arm, (Y/n) shut the fridge and turned round so she was facing him. She let him nudge her back until her hips were pressed into the counter and he was blocking her in with no escape.
Both his hands found her hips and his head tilted to one side, showing off all the sorrow and sympathy hidden within those blue eyes. He leaned closer until their temples were touching and (Y/n) folded her arms over her chest, resting them on her bump.
"I asked, but Hen's already got it off to be with Mara and we're gonna be busy." Evan knew it wasn't an excuse and he wasn't trying to put any blame on anyone else.
He was a little upset that Hen got to have the day off. He understood it was Mara's first Halloween with them, but it wasn't like she was the only one with kids. Eddie had Chris, and he was having to work. Evan had three kids and now he was having to work too.
He just hoped Hen hadn't already asked for Christmas this year with the same reasoning that it would be Mara's first Christmas with them. Evan wasn't missing out on another Christmas with his kids, especially not when (Y/n) would be eight months pregnant by Christmas. He wasn't working and leaving her to do everything and look after the kids on her own.
"Evan, I get it. I just- Maddie's working too, I've gotta take the kids by myself. But I'll make it work."
Maddie was involved with the kids, they were closer to her than to their grandparents and whenever she was off she would take them out. And on holidays like this she would try and help look after them. But Maddie was working Halloween at dispatch this year.
It meant (Y/n) was going to be trailing the streets with all three kids while also supposed to be taking things easy after the placental abruption. And she wouldn't complain. She wasn't going to tell the kids they couldn't go out because that wasn't fair, she had simply hoped Evan might be off to come with them this year.
"I know, I know and I'm sorry baby, really I am."
When Evan pressed his lips to the side of her temple, (Y/n) could feel her resolve fading away. Her arms uncrossed and her hands moved to grip his shoulders while she tilted her head forward into his chest.
"I wanted to be home with you, you're not meant to be doing too much." His lips stayed meshed against her temple while his hands squeezed her hips and moved round to cup her stomach.
Evan felt bad. He felt like he was always leaving (Y/n) to do everything on her own and he didn't want to do that. He didn't want to be working and be away from the kids during the celebrations like this and miss seeing them dressing up and going out. And he didn't want to be away from (Y/n) when she hadn't been well and might need him.
"We're doing a scare maze at the station this year, I'll bring the kids down to see it and they can get some sweets and pictures. Then at least I can tell them they can't go out for long trick or treating."
The team were excited to be able to dress up the station and do some scary events for the community. Evan could bring the kids down before the public came to see, that way they could look around and Josie and Cole wouldn't get too frightened. And they could get some sweets and look around, and they wouldn't be too annoyed if Evan told them they were only allowed to go out for an hour trick or treating. So it wasn't too much for (Y/n).
"Thank you."
"Oh, and who do we have here?" Bobby folded his arms over his chest and stepped away from the scare maze the team had constructed in just a few hours. He moved the cape that was hanging over his arms so it flapped behind his shoulders and smiled as he watched Evan walk into the station.
He had helped set the maze up earlier and then went to get the kids so he could bring them down for a while.
"You must be the Devil," He crouched down so he was in front of Josie, admiring the costume she had on which looked very cute.
She had a red top on, a sparkly black tutu, black and red striped tights and a tail attached to her tutu. And in her hand she had a small plastic red pitch fork. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail and she had some red horns stuck onto the headband she was wearing. The outfit looked very sweet yet cunning at the same time and the cheeky frin on her face made it all match perfectly.
Josie nodded enthusiastically before she looked Bobby up and down. "Dracula?" She murmured to which he nodded and let her rush over to wrap her arms around his neck and hug him.
"And who's this?"
"He's a ghost." Josie stayed tucked into Bobby's arm but she turned to face her little brother who was glued into Evan's side.
Cole had white face paint on with black circles painted around his eyes and he had an old white sheet draped over his white pyjamas with a circle cut out in the middle so his face could pop through. It was plain and simple but when he flapped his arms at his sides beneath the sheet, he looked the part.
The team had gotten to know Evan's kids, especially Chimney and Eddie since the kids now called Chimney their uncle and they thought of Eddie and Chris as family too. They all knew Cole barely spoke and he would cling to his parents for security and safety.
The four year old stayed quiet but he managed a bright smile when Evan held his hand and let him lean into his leg.
Bobby pushed up to his feet but let Josie take his hand and stick to his side and he grinned at Evan while he looked for the eldest Buckley child.
James was a few paces behind, taking in the surroundings and how different the station looked. It was like they had walked into an escape room rather than a fire house. He loved it. He tilted his head back to look up at the decorations hanging from the beams above them.
But when his foot caught on the table beside him, he stumbled and felt his dad quickly reaching out to grab his upper arm.
"Glasses on." Evan muttered with half a smile pulling at his lips as James stood at his side with a huff and his eyes cast on the floor.
"What kind of mummy wears glasses?"
"The kind who can't see without them." Evan retorted with a knowing look. James had decided he wanted to be a mummy this year, but Evan knew it was because his ribs were still broken and he was feeling down about it.
He had bandages bound around his chest to bind his ribs and help keep them in place and feel a bit better. So James decided he may as well go with the theme and be an Egyptian mummy. (Y/n) had helped him fray and dye some old bandage rolls from the station and cover them with dust and little bits of sand to make the outfit work.
"Do you wanna be the first ones to test out the maze?" Bobby pointed behind him to the start of the maze which had three main sections, and then at the end there would be a bowl of sweets for them to dip into.
"Can we?" James looked from Bobby up to his dad who smiled and nudged him forwards.
"Go ahead, but don't take all the sweets at the end please."
Evan watched James take Josie's hand and let her drag him towards the beginning of the maze and he couldn't help the small chuckle that left his lips. It was going to be Josie dragging James around the maze, and if the eldest didn't put his glasses on, he wouldn't really be scared because he wouldn't know what he was looking at.
"He won't see without his glasses, so he won't be frightened." He muttered softly as he looked over at Bobby. He watched his captain curiously as Bobby looked him up and down and took in his appearance.
"Didn't you have a 'stache?"
Evan's face broke out into a grin when he watched Bobby point to his upper lip. Evan had dressed as a cowboy, simple jeans and plaid shirt and a cowboy hat to finish the look. But Bobby distinctly remembered Evan had on a fake, bushy moustache earlier before he went to get the kids.
"Someone ripped it off." His eyes darted down to Cole who was none the wiser, stood drifting in his own little world for the time being.
Evan had indeed worn the fake moustache earlier, and James had found it highly amusing, as did Josie. But as soon as he picked Cole up and gave him a kiss, the four year old tore it from his face and chucked it on the floor. He didn't like it. He wasn't used to seeing his dad with any sort of facial hair and it had disgruntled him.
"Do you want to take a look with me?" Evan wasn't so sure Cole would want to go in, he was scared easily. But if he knew no one else but his siblings were in there and he went in with his dad, he might like to look around. He was very sensory and always loved looking at decorations for Halloween and Christmas.
Cole nodded but instead of walking towards the entrance, he twisted to look up at Evan and held his arms out expectingly.
He didn't like walking, he always wanted to be carried no matter where they were or where they were going. Evan suspected it was a sensory and comfort thing, his boy felt safe when he was being carried around.
Leaning down, Evan scooped Cole up into his arms and settled his little ghost on his hip. He kissed his temple and walked ahead to the maze where Bobby moved the curtain so they could walk inside. The beginning was fairly simple. Black and purple drapes everywhere and some glow in the dark footprints on the floor along with a few traces of fake blood splattered about.
When they walked into the next room, there was a table set up with fake equipment like needles, scalpels, scissors and a fake, broken bone saw. Everything was layered in fake blood and illuminescent paint to make it glow in the dim lighting.
And stood there in the corner was Hen with a wig that was sparking off in all directions, a lab coat lathered in paint and blood and a needle in her hand. Her make up was great, curtesy of Karen who had done Eddie's make up too.
"Are you my next patient?" The tone of Hen's voice was softer than it had been when James and Josie walked in. She knew she could play a game and scare them, but she didn't want to frighten Cole.
"No!"
Cole twisted his head so his chin was perched on Evan's shoulder and he was looking over his dad's back, facing away from Hen. His legs started to swing into Evan's chest and he fidgeted in his arms, binding both arms around his dad's neck to cling to him tighter. He wasn't impressed.
"Okay, next one." Evan soothed and rubbed his hand up and down Cole's back as he walked into the next room.
Evan felt his youngest start to quake in his arms when he heard the music and saw how dark this room was. Maybe Cole wasn't the best to show round here, Evan thought he might be alright because no one else was looking round here to egg him on or frighten him even more.
The four year old twisted his head to look around, but he jerked in Evan's hold when Eddie popped out from behind a back drop.
Before Eddie had chance to growl or make a noise, a low whine left Cole's lips and he began to cry. His face tucked into Evan's neck and he stuffed his hand into his mouth, morphing the sound of his cries while Eddie quickly tore the wig from his head.
"It's only me, buddy."
"And I think we're done with the maze. It's okay, let's grab some sweets." Evan cupped the side of Cole's head and kissed his temple while he pushed through the curtain on his right to exit the maze. He didn't want to take Cole into the last two rooms and have Chimney frighten him to his core. Getting out now was the best idea for him.
He weaved around the back of the tents that made up the maze until he found James and Josie running out of the last room, laughing and panting.
Evan tried to let go of Coles face so he could reach into the large dish holding all of the sweets ranging from chocolates to gooey string. But Cole gripped his wrist and held his hand in place against his face. Clearly the comfort was making him feel better.
"All over," Evan murmured against his temple and bounced him on his hip before he looked over at his other two kids who were rummaging around for their favourite sweets. "Was it good?"
"The best."
"Can we go round again in a bit?"
"Sure-"
"No!" Cole's head shook against Evan's neck until he felt his dad chuckling and quietly shushing him.
"Not you, you're staying with me buddy, I need someone to guard the sweets."
If the kids wanted to stay for a while and go through the maze again when some of the public came in, that was fine. Evan was supposed to be stationed here at the sweet table at the end of the maze so Cole could stay with him until it was time to go home.
"Just remember you're staying here with me for a while which means you only go out with mum for a little while tomorrow, because I'm working. Mum's gotta be careful."
Evan was glad Bobby had said the kids could stay for as long as they liked. The Captain knew they were all well behaved and would most likely help out too which was always a bonus. The station wasn't taking any calls today so the community could come in and out as much as they liked so the kids could play and have some lunch here. And it meant Evan got to be with the kids for a little bit of Halloween, even if the festivities were technically tomorrow.
He was getting to see them dressed up today so he didn't miss out while he was working tomorrow. And it meant the kids got to have some fun and (Y/n) didn't get stressed or do too much with them tomorrow. Now she was having twins and hadn't been well, she had to take it easy.
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Evan rolled his neck from side to side, clicking it into place as he jumped down from the truck and moved to stand beside Bobby.
This didn't look good.
They hadn't been told what scene they were arriving to, dispatch only said that someone had been on the phone and then got into a traffic accident. This looked more than a little accident; it looked horrific.
Crowds were already trying to gather round and see what was going on, but nobody dared to get too close.
There were tyre tracks on the road, great black streaks on the concrete leading up to a beaten up silver Ford. It had veered off the road, plowed straight over someone's lawn, smashed up their front steps and was now imbedded into the wall of their house, resting on their porch. The frame of the porch was starting to creak already and Evan gave it five minutes before it started to sway and the house foundations began to give in.
"Can you tell us what happened?" Bobby's hand moved out towards the two teenage girls shakily hurrying over to them. Both girls looked relatively fine if they had been involved in this accident, no cuts bruises or broken bones. They were just shaken up.
"He- he drove after us, he hit o-our car and skidded. He hit a boy." One of the girls pointed towards the porch as Bobby's lips faltered.
There was a victim up there other than the driver?
"Okay, Eddie, Buck start working on a structure to keep that porch from collapsing. Chim, Hen we need to check these victims."
Evan nodded and took a step to the side, there was a lot of wood from the picket fence and the destroyed front porch that they could use to keep the structure from collapsing. They would have to prop it up so they could winch the car out and get to whoever was trapped.
"Why don't…" Whatever Evan was about to say faded on the tip of his tongue when he looked ahead of him.
He recognised one of those voices mixed into the growing crowd around them. He knew that high-pitch cry.
"Daddy!" A loud wail followed Cole's voice and his arms flung out in front of him as he bolted from the pavement across the vacant road towards his dad/ He spotted him straight away. Cole could always spot his dad in a crowd and right now, he needed him more than anything else.
"Cole?" An icicle of dread pierced into Evan's heart and he moved away from the truck, opening his arms to scoop up his son as soon as he was close enough. He picked him up and cradled him into his chest, cupping the side of Cole's face so he could check him over.
Evan's eyes were wide and frantic as he noticed Cole's minimal face paint was smudged. Tear tracks were smeared down his cheeks leaving runny black trails from the make up around his eyes that was fading from all the tears. And his little boy was shaking in his shoes like he had been electrified.
"Daddy's here!" Josie's croaky voice caught Evan's ear and he shifted Cole into his left arm so he could hold his hand out when his daughter hurried over to him.
What were they doing here? Had they witnessed the crash? Where was (Y/n) and James?
"Where's your mum?" The urgency in Evan's voice was unlike anything the kids had ever heard. But Evan tripped over his feet when Josie tugged on his hand and pointed to the porch.
"No… no, no no!"
Words tumbled past Evan's lips, but he could barely hear them. He didn't hear himself telling Josie and Cole to sit and stay exactly where they were. He couldn't feel Cole's nails scratching into the back of his neck or his wails as he screeched for Evan to keep hold of him, but he couldn't.
Once Evan noticed Bobby moving towards the kids, presumably to keep them calm and still, Evan stumbled up the steps.
This couldn't be happening. No. Why? Why now, when Evan was on shift, when he hadn't been here with them? Why his family? Why not somebody else?
His boots pounded against the broken steps that squeaked as if they were going to give way beneath his weight. But when he got onto the porch, he found Chimney stood in front of him. His hands found Evan's chest and he gave him a little nudge, silently telling him to take a step back but the motion only infuriated Evan.
He leaned around Chimney, feeling his heart impale itself on his ribs when he looked at the bonnet of the car.
There was the rest of his family.
James was the boy who'd been hit. Wedged between the car bonnet and the wall of the house, right next to the front door. And beside him, leaning heavily on the car to be as close as possible, was (Y/n).
"Buck-" Chimney closed his eyes and ground his jaw when he was violently pushed aside. He regained his balance just before he toppled onto Bobby who was trying to keep the kids away from the scene, not wanting them to be traumatised any longer.
"Baby- baby, i-it's me! I'm here, what happened?" Breathless gasps left Evan's lips as he blundered over to be behind (Y/n).
His hands found her arms and he leaned over her back, feeling the quiet scream she let out. She had been zoned out, focusing on James and Evan had accidentally frightened her. But when (Y/n) looked over her shoulder, tears streamed down her face and she reached her free hand up to grip his hand that was on her upper arm.
"Evan," The way she said his name had his heart breaking all over again and he felt tears welling up in his eyes when (Y/n) briefly pressed her forehead down into his arm. "He p- he pushed Cole out the way. I couldn't-"
(Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and rolled her lips together when Evan kissed the top of her head.
She hadn't been able to do anything.
They had been walking on the path, about to get ready to call it a night when it happened. Two cars, like they were playing chicken. One hit the back of another and veered onto the path. (Y/n) couldn't move before James had shoved Cole across the path so he was out the way of the oncoming car. All (Y/n) could do was scream.
The boys had been in front of her. James had been walking with Cole attached to his side while Josie walked slower so she could be beside (Y/n). Just a few more paces and it would of been (Y/n) and Josie who got hit instead of James.
"Dad?" The hope in James's voice made Evan choke and he carefully nudged (Y/n) a few paces to the side so he could take her place. The action caused her to let go of James's hand and (Y/n) felt herself beginning to tremble when she let him go.
She pressed up behind Evan to stay as close as possible while he leaned his hips on the bonnet and reached out for his boy.
James looked like he was a rubber toy that was being stretched. The bonnet was pressing deeply into his abdomen and lower chest and the tyre was crushed into his leg. For a moment, Evan seemed to look at him funny as if something was out of place, but then he realised what it was. He wasn't wearing his glasses; either they had fallen off or (Y/n) had taken them off him to try and help him.
Tears were streaming down his face and his arms were both laid on the bonnet around the picket fence that was crushed between him and the car. He had his head leant on his arm, but as soon as he realised his dad was here, his head perked up. He had been screaming for Evan since someone said they called the emergency services.
He wanted his dad.
"I'm here! I've got you buddy." When James latched both hands around Evan's bicep, Evan leaned over him and cradled the back of his neck. He pressed a dozen kisses to the top of his head and took a few seconds to try and even out his breathing.
He had to stay in control. He had to figure out what to do and get their son out of this situation.
His fingers curled at the back of James's head, fisting around his curly hair that matched Evan's. He could feel how badly his boy was shaking and it was as if the pain was radiating through into Evan and all he wanted to do was make it stop. He wanted to find a way to rewind time and slot himself into this scene so he could stop it from happening.
"Hurts." The little whimper James let out made Evan croak. He finally reeled back just enough so that he can look down at his boy without tearing himself away from James. Allowing his boy to keep a tight grip on his bicep.
"It's alright, I'll get you something for that. Where's the morphine?" Evan looked over his shoulder with furrowed brows and a stern expression not to be messed with. He had to have some help here.
He could see Bobby was giving out orders while still staying close by Josie and Cole, for safety. Eddie was working with a few others to make something to keep the structure sturdy so they could move the car. And Chimney was weaving around to the other side of the car so he could try and help.
When Evan looked around, he watched Hen hurry up to him with a medic bag in her hand which made him relieved. There would be some morphine in that bag; something that until a few weeks ago James had never had to have until he broke his ribs. Evan didn't want to think what was going to be wrong with his son after this.
"Buck, why don't you let me-"
"He's not your kid!"
The seething tone in Evan's voice made Hen roll her lips into a thin line and she nodded. She didn't think it was the best idea that Evan be the one to help right now. This was his son. He was getting emotional and that wasn't the best thing to happen in this situation; but none of them were going to be able to tear him away from his boy.
"Dad d-don't go." James scratched his short nails into his dad's arm and gave a sharp tug on his arm. He had been crying out for his dad since the accident occurred, he didn't want Evan to step away from him now.
"I'm not leaving you, not for a second. Okay? I'm right here with you, baby." He kissed James's temple before he held his hand out and took the packaged needle Hen passed into his hand.
He scratched the needle into the back of James's hand and squeezed until all the morphine was in his system. They all knew it would take a few minutes to work, but once it did, the discomfort would fade away.
Evan took a look around before he shuffled over and carefully sat down on the car bonnet. He had to be close and standing at an angle like this wasn't exactly helping. He leaned in close so he could see how much the car was pushing down on James and whereabouts. And from the look of his leg, James had a new broken bone to deal with.
"Is Cole o-okay? I- I tried to get him out- out the way." James sniffed and tilted his head back to look up at his dad.
He wanted to straighten up, but standing straight hurt his chest and he felt better if he just slumped forward like this. And now that his dad was sat on the bonnet, James flopped his chin on his dad's leg and gripped his leg to try and distract himself.
"He's fine, and I'm so proud of you." He kissed the back of James's head as more tears flushed his face.
Things wouldn't have worked out the same if Cole had been hit too. He was four, he was small and he wasn't as strong. If the car hit him it would of killed him. James had saved him.
Looking over his shoulder, Evan waved towards Hen and Bobby who were hanging back to try and help get the structure sorted.
"How long? I need this car off him now!"
"We're on it, Buck. Keep him calm for a few more minutes." Bobby didn't dare say they needed up to ten minutes to do this. He couldn't say that and watch Evan's face fall and he couldn't let James hear that and have him panicking too.
When (Y/n) heard James mutter a broken "Where's mum?" she tried to move back to his side but a pair of hands held her arms and pulled her back. Her head whipped over her shoulder and she writhed around when she realised it was Eddie holding onto her.
He shook his head and tried to pull her back into him. (Y/n) wouldn't be able to do very much, none of them could do a lot until the car was moved. And Eddie knew (Y/n) panicking was only going to make her state worse. She needed to calm down and stay put for now.
"She's here, look uncle Chim's gonna help us too."
"Alright kid, let's get this on you." Leaning over the bonnet, Chimney carefully placed two stickers beneath James's shirt against his chest to monitor his heartbeat. "Let's straighten you up so I can take a look."
James gripped Evan's arms while his dad held his elbows and helped him lean back so he was standing up properly rather than being slumped over. He tilted his head back, trying to hold back the tears but it wasn't happening. He squeezed Evan's arms tight and tried to take deep breaths while Chimney pressed on his chest and tried to feel his abdomen for any tender spots or internal bleeding.
"I'm scared." There was no shame in James's voice; he wasn't embarrassed to say he was frightened because he was. He was in agony, he was trapped. He felt like he was being flattened and at any moment he was sure his insides were going to burst and pop.
His voice made (Y/n) tremble and her hands moved to cover her mouth so she wouldn't burst into tears. Her eyes were constantly moving to the left to check on the kids and she could see them both huddled together on the steps with Hen stood beside them so Bobby could help drill the wood for the structure. They were shell-shocked, but they were okay for now.
All she wanted to do was go up there and hold James. She wanted to wrap her arms around him like she had tried to do earlier and get that car away from him so they could move him. He needed to go to hospital.
Sobs wracked past her lips and she tried again to move away from Eddie but he wasn't letting go. He couldn't let her distress herself any more than this.
"You don't need to be scared, you've got all of us here to look after you. The best team, hm?"
James nodded and tried to keep his eyes open, but he could feel his head turning dizzy and the agony burning throughout his chest was making it hard to focus.
"Dad?"
"What, baby?"
Evan didn't receive a proper answer, but he watched silently as James tugged on his arms and moved his hands towards his chest.
"Is it your ribs, do they hurt?" Evan wouldn't be surprised if James had fractured or damaged his already broken ribs that were on the verge of healing now three weeks after the accident.
But both he and Chimney froze when James's head flopped forward and he started to cough. His forehead bashed into Evan's thigh and he began to wheeze through coughs like he had suddenly inhaled smoke that was irritating his lungs.
"James?"
"Hey, baby sit up for me, please?" Desperation drowned Evan's voice as he and Chimney tried to reel James up again but he wasn't having it. He didn't have the energy and he felt better laying forward like this.
But when Evan rolled James's upper half onto his side so he could look at him, everything within him started to burn in flames and a horrible trembling set in Evan's body.
James was coughing up blood.
His eyes were rolling about in his head like marbles, unable to focus on anything and his chest was convulsing as large splurts of blood dribbled down his chin and splattered onto Evan's lap.
"Hen we need suction." Chimney pressed one knee onto the bonnet so he could lean over now that James's back was twisted towards him. He tilted James's head forwards and tried to listen to his breathing, but his lungs sounded like they were drowning. He was going to suffocate in his own blood if they didn't remove it quick enough.
"(Y/n)- (Y/n) no- Cap we need that car on a winch now!" Eddie braced himself and tilted his head back, holding (Y/n) with his arms beneath hers and his hands on her shoulders to hold her back. She was dithering between trying to lean forward and pushing down like she was going to collapse. The only sure thing was Eddie stood behind her, holding her up.
A horrible, broken scream left (Y/n)'s lips and when she tried to wrangle out of Eddie's grip again, she ended up going down on her knees when her legs buckled. Her head flopped forward, allowing the tears to cascade down her face as she gasped for breath like she was drowning too.
She wanted to hold his hand. She wanted to stand with him and try to help. She needed to be closer, but they weren't letting her.
One hand reached up to grip Eddie's hand that was on her shoulder and she squeezed tight, glad he didn't say anything and simply held her tighter for support. But her other hand moved down to the side of her stomach when it felt like her muscles were tightening and twinging.
"Alright, here we go buddy." Chimney switched on the machine when Hen handed it over and carefully wiggled the plastic tube into James's mouth and down his throat.
The amount of blood filling the suction tube was unnerving, but the coughing, gasping noises James made was worse. And the sight of his chest convulsing against Evan's knees was making tears pour down his dad's face.
"He's losing a lot of blood, Cap we need a transfusion."
"It would take more than ten minutes to get a blood bag down here." They didn't carry blood bags on them, that was too dangerous and it wasn't their department's job. Getting a donation from the hospital was going to take too long, even if they had the blue lights on to get here faster.
A strangled sound passed (Y/n)'s lips as she twisted to look up at Eddie. She tried to ignore the tightening in her stomach while she pulled on his hand.
"What, are you okay?"
"He's- I'm A-negative too. Can't you d-do something?" (Y/n) waved her wrist in front of Eddie to try and make her point because she couldn't find the words she needed.
Evan was a different blood group to (Y/n), but she knew she was the same as James. Her and Evan went to the hospital every other month to give blood donations. She was the same type as James, couldn't they take her blood and somehow get it into James here? Did they have the equipment for that?
A light seemed to go off in Eddie's mind and he nodded and pushed up from his knees, carefully helping (Y/n) up with him as he finally guided her over towards her boy rather than holding her at bay.
"Eddie no-" Evan tried to motion his hand towards his wife, signalling that he didn't want her this close. (Y/n) had already gone into shock and was panicking, Evan couldn't have her getting any worse witnessing this.
"She's his blood type, we can get a fusion going or he's gonna drown in his blood and lose it at the same time."
If they let James continue like this, he was going to bleed out into his lungs and it would be a debate whether the blood loss would kill him or if he would suffocate first. He needed a transfusion to get blood to the rest of his body, not just in his lungs.
Evan looked sceptical, he didn't look like he would agree but they didn't have a choice and (Y/n) was already leaning over his lap and rolling up her sleeve. She wouldn't give him a choice. She was doing this whether Evan was happy about it or not.
"You know that's risky." Hen fumbled in her medic bag to find what they needed, but her voice gave away how uncertain she was about this. It wasn't something they practised or did every day.
"He needs me." (Y/n) moved her hand towards Eddie because she knew that even if Evan, Hen and Chimney were uncertain, Eddie was willing. It was risky but they couldn't let James deteriorate or get any worse.
"Fuck it." Chimney grabbed the needles from Hen and handed one over to Eddie before he held James's hand.
It was hard to lean over James and get the needle into his elbow from this angle but he managed it and held the tube out ready for Eddie to use.
(Y/n) leaned her hip against Evan and laid her head on his shoulder but her eyes wouldn't divert away from their boy. He was still shaking and choking and his eyes had rolled to the back of his head. He had passed out and they could all hear his heartbeat lowering with every second that ticked by.
The small scratch in the back of her hand was nothing compared to the ache in her heart and the twisting, stretching feeling in her abdomen where the twins were kicking up a fuss.
Evan pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head while he started to run his fingers through James's hair, something that always soothed and calmed down their boy since he was a baby. He watched intently as Eddie connected the tubes to a large syringe and slowly started to fill the syringe with (Y/n)'s blood.
"Ready?"
"Yep."
Eddie carefully pushed down on the syringe until it was halfway down and the blood started to travel through the next tube and into James's elbow.
(Y/n) could feel herself going lightheaded and she leaned into Evan a little more to keep herself steady. But the sound of the heart rate monitor picking up made her sigh and press her lips into Evan's shoulder.
It was working.
"Alright Buck get off the car, we're gonna move it now!" Bobby's voice was the ray of light they needed.
Chimney handed the suction back to Hen now that James's lungs were mostly clear for the time being. And Eddie carefully reeled (Y/n) back a few feet with him, making sure she wasn't too far away so the needle didn't come out her hand. While Chimney held James's shoulders, Evan held his head up and they both kept him in place while Bobby and Hen got the wooden beams in place on the porch so it wouldn't collapse on them.
The structure shuddered and groaned once the car slowly started to be pulled away.
A horrible scream tore past James's lips and his head flopped forward against Evan's hand as a dribble of blood spat past his lips. His knees wavered, but not for long. Evan crouched in front of him and caught him expertly while everyone moved around them.
The fencing and broken beams were moved out the way so Evan could pick up his boy and carry him down to the gurney at the bottom of the stairs. With (Y/n) and Eddie close behind.
"He should have enough now." Eddie's voice was careful and delicate as he removed the needle from (Y/n)'s hand and put a plaster in its place.
"You both go with him, we'll take the kids with us and meet you there." Bobby waved his hand towards the ambulance. It would be better for both parents to travel with James and the rest of them would follow on behind in the truck and they would take Cole and Josie with them.
(Y/n) looked to the side but Cole was already in Chimney's arms, sobbing into his chest while Chimney tried to calm him down. And Josie was attached to his leg, unsure what was happening or where they were going now. But both kids knew he was their uncle and they should wait with him if they couldn't follow with their parents.
She tried to nod and push ahead, following after Evan who was steering the gurney with Hen. But her legs were shaking like they were about to give way on her and she felt like she was about to faint.
The feeling of Eddie's hand on her back was comforting as he helped guide her towards the ambulance. But (Y/n) didn't have the strength to get inside. Her hand clung to the ambulance door and she hunched forward, closing her eyes when another twinge broke out in her abdomen.
"Baby, what's the matter?" Once the stretcher was locked in place, Evan moved to the end of the ambulance, both hands pressed into either door as he leaned forward. Trying to decipher why his wife had stooped over rather than attempted to get inside with him.
"I- I think…" She couldn't find the words, but another pain hit her with such a powerful force that she had no choice but to bend her knees and brace her hand on the floor of the ambulance.
A cry burst past her lips and Evan jerked back when she curled her other hand into a fist and rammed it into the door so powerfully that the whole ambulance shook.
They all heard her mutter "Contraction." in a feeble whimper and Evan's jaw ground tight as he looked at Eddie.
This was exactly what he and (Y/n) and been trying to avoid. She was on light duties at home and Evan had been tempted to tell her to go on bed rest to make sure nothing happened to her and the twins. The stress of tonight and trauma of seeing James get hurt was pushing her into labour.
"We'll get you to a doctor too then."
Leaning down, Evan held onto (Y/n)'s elbows and pulled her up while Eddie stayed behind her to make sure she got up and didn't trip. Evan eased her down into one of the seats and sat next to her, but he didn't like the look in her eyes. She creased forward so her bump was pressed into her thighs and her hands reached out to take James's hand.
Evan leaned over and looped his left arm around (Y/n)'s waist, easing her into him until her head was meshed into his chest and his lips attached to the top of her head. While his other hand held onto James's shoulder like their son was their lifeline.
He knew. Evan just knew that (Y/n) was going to ignore the contractions as much as she could. She wasn't going to listen to her body and he had a feeling he was going to have a fight on his hands to get her to sit with a doctor.
(Y/n) didn't want this to happen. She didn't need this right now. James needed her and Evan, they couldn't leave him or stop worrying about him to focus on (Y/n)'s feeble body that was overreacting and trying to hurt their other two babies.
All their attention had to go to James. He needed them.
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[Please read while listening to this.]
Listen to that. The opening strains of that old Elvis classic began to swell; a hush fell over the assembled guests. All eyes were drawn to the dance floor where Sabrina now stood, radiant in her lovely gown, and Andrew looked at her with such veneration, as if she had hung the very moon in the sky. In the arms of her now-husband for their first dance as a married couple, the newlyweds shone brighter than the stars outside the manor.
Sabrina’s cheeks flushed rosier than any wine—joy, adoration, and yes, a little champagne too—had left her glowing in a way you’d never seen before this man came into her life, and your heart swelled with happiness for her.
When at last the song ended and they shared a lingering kiss, you joined the room in applause. Someone handed them a mic, and the two tried to pass the mic to each other until Sabrina was the first to give a speech. Andrew squeezed her hand, gave her an encouraging smile, and nodded.
Clearing her throat, Sabrina spoke into the mic. “Hi, everyone,” she began, voice ringing out sweet and clear through the speakers. “I just want to say thank you all for being here on this special day. Sharing it with my family and friends who mean so much to me has made it truly magical.” Another applause returned her gratitude before receding again when she was about to continue.
With misty eyes, Sabrina then turned to her step-father. “I want to thank Jim, for raising me as your own since I was little. You’ve always been the best dad a girl could ask for.”
Then, you watched her smile at her mother. “And Mom, where do I even begin? You've been my rock since day one. From keeping me sane while wedding planning to celebrating with me every step, you know I wouldn't be here without you. I wouldn't be the strong, independent woman I am today without you and Jim. I love you both so much.”
When Sabrina's parents—Jim and Joyce—approached her and gave the couple a big hug, another round of applause arose from the guests. But as Joyce placed a final kiss on Sabrina's cheek before stepping back, the world seemed to dim around you.
Suddenly, everything is so foreign—the image in front of you was never presented to you. Aunt Joyce looks genuinely happy for her daughter, and Sabrina hugs her like she cannot imagine life without her mother—which, at some point in your life, you did believe too. Mother’s words, “You won’t survive without me,” ring like angry bees.
Yet now, the thought of sharing a roof with her again feels unbearable.
Joyce and Sabrina look... uncomplicated, despite your mother's statements about how your aunt wasn't prepared for motherhood. And suddenly, everything feels numb, and you're disconnected.
In your reverie, you missed some of the speeches, only blinking back to reality when Sabrina and Andrew’s enthusiastic cheers echoed through the room. The crowd roared as the romantic notes of the new music played, “Until I Found You” inviting guests to join in the dancing.
As you do at the few parties you’ve been invited to in your entire life, you stay away from the dance floor and become a loyal wallflower. However, this time, with a companion—a better people-watcher than you, Simon. The man sweeps his brown irises around, examining people before one makes him chuckle under his mask.
“Look at that old man, still got it in ‘im, eh?” He commented, his tone tinged with amusement.
Your gaze trails Simon's. Among the dancing couples were your other uncle and aunt, their smiles highlighting the lines on their seventy-something faces, clearly having more life in them than many of the younger ones. You chuckled to yourself.
“Actually, that’s Uncle Mick and Aunt Sarah,” you reply, watching the old couple share a laugh amidst the music. “They’ve been married longer than I’ve been alive. Slow dancing is kind of their forte.”
More people-watching, but you fail to notice how often Simon steals glances at you between his own. And by the luminosity of your eyes, he is drawn like an insect in a blazing fire. His slow, "near-dying" heart has yet to realize the change in him. Simon plays on the edges of the rotting wood.
Straightening his gaze, he strikes up a question: “If that old bugger can still cut a rug, why ain’t the famous ballerina ‘avin’ a spin, eh?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at Simon’s gruff invitation, the sound bubbling up from deep in your chest with a foreign carefree ring that you didn’t recognize. Meeting his eyes, you saw amusement there but also something that told you he was serious. Heart tiptoeing at the edges of your ribs, your fingers busying themselves with their own bustle.
Biting your lip, you gazed up at him through your lashes, feeling a smile curling the corners of your mouth. "I don't know," you shrugged your shoulders. “I might suck at slow dancing.”
Simon scoffed. “Absolute bollocks.”
At his disapproval, your smile widened, teeth peeking out from behind those pretty lips. You gazed up at him, searching for something intently.
Somehow in that moment, the noisy celebration around you seemed to fade into a blur, narrowing your world until it was just Simon standing before you. Your chest warmed, as if caressed by the sun on a lush spring day. Capillaries rushed, painting your bones pink. Pink.
Gathering your courage, you mimicked Simon's invitation. “Unless... you're willing to be the judge of that yourself?”
The question came out just above a whisper, heavy with promise. With your heart dangling at the tip of your throat, anticipation mixed with anxiety gnawed at you faster than any termite. Simon gave a subtle nod towards the dance floor with his chin.
“Come on then,” he rumbled.
As Simon led you, you couldn’t help but feel like Cinderella herself; this room made a fairytale for you. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you close so your bodies swayed as one. You shyly wrapped your free hands around his neck.
The romantic music continues to flow, caressing your ears with the singer's warm voice, Stephen Sanchez, if your memory serves you right. The merciless thumping in your ribcage persists, and you wonder if Simon feels it, if he has his own version resonating in the hollow of his chest. Settling into a slow sway, you feel his shoulders relax.
“You’re not gonna turn into a swan on me now, are ya? Would be a right shame to ruin such a lovely dance.” Simon asked, tone lighthearted. After mentioning your upcoming ballet performance, he doesn’t slow down his series of jokes about it.
You threw your head back in laughter. “You know that’s not how the story goes.”
Simon's grin grew wide beneath his mask. Cocking a brow, he said, “Oh yeah? Enlighten me then, love.” He challenged.
Taking a deep breath that lifted the smile still on your face, you began the long story of Swan Lake—about what happened to Odette and her flock by the sparkling lake and mostly things you had memorized many times. "So when Siegfried finally learns the truth, it’s too late—Odette ends her life by jumping from a cliff.”
“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” he reacts, and you let out a girlish laugh. “That’s tragic.”
You shrug. “I always thought it was kind of romantic.” You giggle again—God, the way this man can make you giggle like a silly schoolgirl—when you see the reaction reflected in his eyes.
“You’re a right bloody psycho, you know that?”
You deadpanned. “I’m not a psycho.” Your tone was flat, trying to be serious but the stubborn grin that followed ruined it.
“She should’ve just gone for another bloke.”
You rolled your eyes. “No, she can’t. She’s been cursed to be a swan forever.”
“Then she should’ve just lived out ‘er days as a swan then,” he said with pragmatism, very much lacking the charm of a fairy tale with all those logics. “Should’ve chased that arse’ole prince all over kingdom for revenge instead. Give ‘im a good peckin’.”
You exhaled in exasperation, but your lips held back a smile. “Please just stop talking.”
Simon chuckled, and fortunately, for his own good, he did. The music was nearing its end, but you were still swaying. Something caught his gaze over your shoulder. He looked back at you, raising a brow to make a suggestion.
“Should we do a spin?” he asked.
“What?”
He nods his chin behind you, and you follow suit—a young couple laughing as they twirl. “Should we give it a go?”
It's somewhat whimsical, somewhat absurd, that not only is this hulking man dancing with you, but he also wished to twirl you like you were partners in some grand ballroom. Yet, as you stare into his smiling eyes, you swear there’s a hint of excitement in them. And what good is a ballerina without a performative twirl?
“Okay,” you accepted his offer.
You placed your hand in his, feeling the rough calluses of his fingers but somehow right against your skin. At your subtle cue, Simon raised your joined palms, spinning you outward in elegance and then back into the solid wall of his chest.
“One more time.” You said, and he did as you asked.
You cup his mask-hidden jaw, feeling for each woven polypropylene against your fingers. The plum of your smiling lips swells with desire, and without thinking, you press your lips to his cheek. Your heart skips a beat, gripped by a jolt of trepidation, fear, and regret that perhaps you have crossed a line, that you might drive him away.
But Simon doesn't.
Instead, he seized your waist and drew you close, eliminating any distance between you. The air was snatched from your lungs in a stolen gasp with the force of his possessive move. Like a lover accompanied by passion as he reaps longing.
(I swell with hope, in the sweet desire of a girl seeking love.)
“I’m dyin’ for a smoke.” He confessed.
You glanced around at the lively party still swirling around you. Turning back to him, you suggested, “Should we slip out the back then?”
“Sure.”
Smiling up at him, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze before untangling them from your waist. “You go on ahead—I just need to swap to flats real quick.” You gestured to the high heels that had been enveloping your throbbing toes for hours.
As Simon nodded and turned to go, you hurried off the floor, limping just slightly. The celebratory noise faded as you stepped to the left side of the manor, where the hallway to your room stretched in silence. You turned the doorknob, and the old wood swung with a low creak.
Walking to your suitcase, you flipped it open, took out your Mary Janes, and replaced your high heels with them with a sigh of relief.
Just as you moved to stand, you heard footsteps approaching, then a shadow fell across the open door. Too small to be Simon. Looking up with a start, your heart nearly dropped when you found your mother standing there, arms crossed in a frown full of distaste.
“I've been watching you all night with that… man. You're getting far too comfortable, are you?”
That tone—that same tone that you had heard countless times growing up, signaling the beginnings of an argument. Your shoulders tensed. The pulse inside you quickened as your defenses began to rise, readying themselves in anticipation of the barrage of barbed words that might come next.
The oceans dividing San Francisco and London were supposed to end whatever connection existed between you both—to pretend that it didn’t exist. It should have been a clean finale, allowing you to simply live as a normal girl with normal reactions to everything, as if nothing bad had ever happened to you.
Yet, look, your traitor body is gearing up for battle just the same. Your mind may lie, you may lie, but the wound bearer presents the results of years of being forged beneath her. 5,351 miles stretched, but you are still the same sixteen-year-old girl who bit her tongue, holding her words like a criminal about to be executed on the spot.
What a mother-daughter relationship you have.
You watch warily as Mother begins circling the room, her high heels clicking ominously, slightly showing the red soles beneath them. Louboutins, you remember. You also remember all too well how much those had cost—the very shoes you had “helped” fund years ago when you foolishly still let her access your bank account, even after you turned nineteen.
“Do you know why he’s here?” Mother tries the first question, testing the waters.
Like a frightened little girl—that same little girl from that sunny day so many years ago—you deflect the real question, “Because I invited him.”
Mother, unimpressed, casts you a sharp look, as if daring you to dare her. “You know what I mean. Do you know why he’s here?”
You bit your lip, grasping at straws. “He’s… my boyfriend.”
Mother scoffed mockingly. She turned to you, face contorted in amusement as if you had just told the funniest joke. “Boyfriend? Please. Is that what you think?”
You flinched back as Mother suddenly whirled to face you, her sculpted features twisting into a reflection of pure, unbridled rage. The similar pair of eyes glared at you wide. She buried her nails deep into your epidermis, and you gasped from the sting.
“The only reason a man would want you is between your legs. You think you found love, but really he's with you only because you're easy. You’re just a cheap fuck to him, (Y/N).”
The hot, stinging droplets gathered and spilled over without your permission. You hated yourself for fueling her twisted satisfaction. Hating that she still knew exactly where to aim her barbs to find their mark after all these years.
But nothing compares to the fact that she is your mother. She is your mother, and yet, how could those words come out of her mouth so easily? As if her criticisms had festered within her mind and she was finally allowing them to escape. There's a small, broken part of you that can't help but wonder—and why do you even wonder? You know yourself better than she does, surely.
Or do you?
Or is it true that there really is nothing to take beyond your body like the unloveable, worthless child she always says you are?
You felt a spark of anger flare. “How could you say that to me?” you choked out, baring your wounded heart. Wrong move—you know this, proved many times that showing emotion had never gotten anywhere with Mother before.
But the younger, wounded teenager in you would always crave some kind of validation, some sign she truly cared. Perhaps hidden beneath the person she's become, she still holds a flicker of the warmth she once felt for you. You’re her daughter, and she’s your mother—shouldn’t that be enough for her to finally treat you like one?
“I’m only telling you the truth so you won’t be naive. Do you think he’ll love you when there are so many girls out there who are much prettier than you?”
At times, the wiser you knew not to take Mother’s words to heart—your survival instincts, born of too many experiences, told you not to let her poison seep into your skin. But more often than not, you didn’t know better. Right now, you don’t know better.
(Prying my mouth open, she dripped her bitter blood until we were indistinguishable.)
Clenching your fist, you say through gritted teeth, “You don’t know him.”
Mother’s features bent in hate at your rebellion. The young daughter no more, grown into someone who dared to talk back rather than just gulping down her every word raw.
“And you do?” she spat. “How long have you known this man? Don’t be stupid.”
“It’s none of your business,” you retorted, but not convinced enough for her to see the gap in your expression.
“Not my business? Of course it’s my business – I’m your mother!”
Summoning the last of your courage, you mumbled, “You’re not… my mother.”
Her neat eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What did you just say to me?”
It was a second chance, one she rarely gave. For a moment, you considered taking it back—rewording your reply to something less confrontational, something safer. But you were sick of it—years of carrying her wounds you hadn’t even caused, weighing your body down and sinking them deeper into pitless hell. Of always looking past her anger and ego, finding justifications and reasons to tolerate her. Of being under her control when the young girl inside you needed her anger represented.
And you repeated it without rewording: “You’re not my mother. Not anymore.”
As it left your lips, you saw a flicker of change in Mother’s expression—was that hurt in her eyes? So foreign was her expression that you almost doubted yourself. Regret seized you along with the guilt and self-loathing that gripped your heart.
Then, the hurt blinked away as if it was never there. “Look at you,” she hissed, “throwing away your mother, the woman who birthed and raised you with great difficulty, all for some worthless man. I'm not even surprised if you end up pregnant in a few months, or maybe you already are. Don't say I didn't warn you when he leaves you with a bastard child.”
And they were right when they said that anger is the most effective key.
Moments ago, you can still find the shadow of that sixteen-year-old girl remains within, with pieces of her innocence—a bit of a child’s grin. Her body is still in fear, yet her eyes are always yearning for praise from her mother’s voice.
However, as the grown woman you are ignites in a seething cauldron of fury—disagreement with Mother’s treatment—the little girl begins to fade, reduced to ashes amidst the fire. The “why” question echoes loudly with demands. I'm your baby—you made me; why do you hurt me?
“Why? Why are you so sure only bad things will happen? Why can’t you believe I can find happiness?” Warm tears welled up, tasting salty on your lips as you asked.
Mother raised a warning finger. “Don’t use that tone with me.”
But you’ve passed the point of backing down. “Why? Why are you so convinced I’ll always be unhappy? WHY?!”
(As if it had been written long before my creation.)
Taking a sharp, short breath, you feel self-control slipping away. Your lungs hitched with condemnation, constricting you, trying to escape the hell Mother handmade just for you. You’re crossing the line; something scolds (the same voice your mother planted early on) inside your head, but you refuse to give in.
The dim red light between the cracks in your skull grows brighter, and the next thing you say are the words you've been holding back for so long:
“I’m not you! And what happened with Dad was not my fault!”
And finally, silence fills the small space between you, followed by the faint echo of your voice. As the last syllable faded, the words that had been spoken left you feeling conflicted. That little girl would consider this disobedience—the result of the doctrine your mother spat at her every day—but all you know now is the strange lightness in your heart, as if shedding a massive burden that you didn’t realize you had been carrying your whole life.
Mother took a sharp, hissing breath, and you saw the subtle quiver in her clenched jaw. “You're out of line,” she said.
“I'm out of line?! You were the first one to cross that line, over and over, hurting me for years, but now that I finally do it to you, now I'm the one who's out of line?!” The words tumbled out of your mouth in a rush, all the pain and anger that you had piled up erupting to the surface. “You've always hurt me, said awful things, made me feel like nothing! But the second I did it to you, suddenly I'm the bad one? That's not fair!"
In the blink of an eye, she extends her perfectly manicured hand to grasp the first object within her reach—a heavy crystal paperweight on the table. Your eyes are glued to it, feet ready to flee when she hurls it at you.
“You fucking ungrateful bitch!” she screamed.
Some distant, rational part of you knows you should dodge. But a darker impulse held you frozen, as if welcoming the blunt object to damage your epidermis and even more so to become evidence of her abuse. And perhaps, once the crimson drips from your split temple, it will be enough to reveal the true identity she has been hiding—to destroy the loving mother image she has carefully built for years.
You will make a spectacle of the wound, perhaps even exaggerating it a bit like Mother always did.
It came so close when it landed on the floor next to you. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Mother’s face flushed like the devil as she shouted, “I should never have given birth to you!”
Strange, that relief is what washes over you when her words land in your ears. Because for the first time, the two of you agreed on something – she wished you had never been born, just as you had so often wished the same.
Those “precious” teenage years were filled with alternating fantasies—some days hoping she might die, others wishing it was you instead. But you were never able to go through with killing her, or yourself. Because being without Mother meant being utterly lost and alone, and you were too cowardly to cut your wrist open. More days though, you regretted it—how it might have all ended sooner if only you had been braver.
You wonder who's to blame to just make sense of it—perhaps Mother's mother had been cruel, and she thought she had broken the cycle. Perhaps Joyce, for always being the golden child despite everything. Perhaps Dad. Perhaps you.
All those long, drawn-out years, you stayed, you suffered for her. Because the little girl in the bright pink shoes—the color that matched Mother's favorite dress before she threw it away—loved her mother so much. Always making excuses for her. Maybe she didn't know how to love me, or I didn't understand her way of loving me. Maybe somewhere in her anger were kisses in her own language.
You stood frozen as hollowness spread through your chest, as if the eruption had cleansed you until nothing but an empty clarity remained. Even when Simon entered the room, you didn't notice his presence until he spoke.
“Fuck’s all this?” His question didn’t really wait for an answer as he rushed to your side.
Mother smoothed her hair imperiously, then said: “We were just having a talk.”
Simon’s brown eyes scan the scene: the shattered paperweight, Mother’s suspicious fist. He then turns to examine you carefully, searching for any injuries and only letting out a slight sigh when he finds none.
“Go wait in the car. I’ll sort our things.” Simon orders, and without argument, you nod, walking out of the bedroom.
The room felt heavier with tension after you departed, leaving Simon alone with your seething mother. He moved with purpose, in a quick and efficient mind, as he gathered your things—a toothbrush and hairbrush from the bathroom, dresses from the closet, pulling out drawers for any other items. After throwing them into your suitcase, he tidied up his own things with even more haste and less care.
As he picked up his abandoned tie, Mother cleared her throat. “You don’t need to do this, you know. I know my daughter better than anyone, and she’s not what you really need.”
For a moment, Simon paused, jaw working as he reined his temper. Mother thought she had his attention—finally getting him to listen to her. But soon enough, he resumed his task as if she hadn’t spoken at all.
Undeterred, she pressed on. “There are prettier, worthier girls than her. Ones who won’t cause you so much trouble.”
Simon’s hands stilled at that, Mother thought she had succeeded in making him consider. Slowly, he turned to face the older woman. But what she read in his eyes was not a realization or even a spark of curiosity. No, it was a look that suggested he knew a lot about people like her, had seen a lot despite him being a decade her junior.
“That what you tell ‘er then?” He began, hate raining down like hail in his voice. “That she ain’t good enough, or pretty enough? That she’s nothin’ but trouble?”
The woman met his gaze, and Simon noticed how her eyes were shaped like yours, except colder, full of twisted conviction whenever she talked about you. “I only speak the truth, for her own good. Someone has to keep that headstrong girl in line before she comes to ruin.”
At that, he let out an impolite scoff, but Simon gave zero fucks. “Yeah? Cause all I see is you tryin’ to keep ‘er under yer thumb.”
Simon watched as the woman's face contorted into an ugly frown of dislike; her mask had been abandoned somewhere. He wondered how you survived all those years at home, how you could still say you “love her to bits” on your first meeting.
But he supposes that’s how children are. Misplaced unconditional love for their lifegivers. Sometimes, his critical mind thinks it’s a shame for the Man in the Sky to give little humans to people who don’t deserve them—to abusers, addicts, snakes like this one right here. But then again, Simon had no right to complain when he stopped believing in any of all that years ago—after he lost everyone that mattered.
"I'm her mother." She repeated.
“And she’s yer daughter. Not yer pet or yer little dog to order about.”
As Simon returned to tending to the bags, the woman took a slow, deep breath. "I know men like you," she replied. “You think you're protecting her—you think you're saving her, but all you want is a girl to use and toss aside once you've grown bored.”
Simon’s tedious task came to a halt, the zipper of the bag half-open. He furrowed his blond brows, brown eyes focused on nothing. Before long, he gathered the bags and shouldered them, his free hand dragging the suitcase as he walked through the gaping door. That woman spoke again, but he turned a deaf ear to her venomous spit.
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the sweetest choice
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pairing: boyf! joshua x ! reader
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summary: even in the most mundane moments, joshua’s thoughtfulness never fails to remind you how much he loves you.
word count: 543 words
joshua feels you leave his side before he registered you getting distracted by the drinks on display when walking past it.
"shua, over here!" without a seconds hesitation, he backtracks to the drinks stand where you were staring intently at. you flit your gaze to him and he immediately knows what you were going to say.
"shall we get one bottle to share? this looks like a new promotional item!" you excitedly pointed to the various colorful bottles and truly, joshua could see why they caught your attention. while getting fruit juice wasn't part of the shopping list, joshua relents because it's you. (not that he minded because he knew you were more snackish than he was--something he adored.)
you gently pulled joshua towards you, hesitance creeping into your voice, "i can't choose which one to get."
"i'm fine with anything." he assures you, but when you shoot him a disapproving look, joshua laughs, "why don't you think about it some more? i'll go grab the other items on this list." that compromise seemed to appease you and you nodded (joshua thinks you were so lovely like this, all determined to pick out the best flavor), "okay!"
"don't run away, yeah? i'll grab the other items and be back in a few." he rubs your shoulders comfortingly, and stepped away from you.
he begins filling the supermarket trolley with groceries, making sure to stock up on some necessities for the house. he smiles to himself, still unable to believe that you two were finally staying together for good. long were the days where you two stayed up late in a call, on the verge of falling asleep.
as joshua made one round through the many aisles, he silently chuckles at the sight of you deep in thought with two bottles in your hands. he decides to walk around one more time, letting you take your time.
"so, which one did you decide to get?" he finally pushes the trolley towards you. "i was looking up the ingredients and thought you'd benefit from these. there's some immunity boost and also vitamins!" you held up a purplish red concoction and joshua pats the top of your head, "thank you for thinking of me, my love." you placed it into the trolley, linking arms with him, "i searched very carefully, you know?"
his heart warms at the idea of you watching out for him, just as he does for you, "i can see you did your research. i'll be sure to drink them and get stronger." as the two of you checked out, he loads the items into the back of the car as you watched him, "thanks for waiting. i must have taken quite some time to decide earlier."
your bashful admission cause his heart to skip a beat. even after all this time, you were always so considerate and sweet. pulling you to his side, he pressed a kiss on your forehead, "i don't mind it one bit. in fact because i let you think about it carefully, it's a win win situation that you got me something nice to drink too!"
"such a smooth talker. i love you." you hugged him back and he sighs into your embrace, "i love you too sweetheart."
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