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My feed is full of ao3....is this a sign....do I need to give my fics some love?

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Your Excuse To See Me

Request by: @twilightlover2007

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x Fem!Reader

Summary: Deacon's case takes him to your bookshop.

Warnings: none, fluff,

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer: all my characters are aged-up! If this makes you uncomfortable please do not interact with my account or any of my notes.

Main M.List | Deacon M.List

“Hey deac” Luca spoke up as Deacon entered the locker rooms. “Morning guys” he replied greeting the rest of the team. “Tan was just telling us about how Bonnie is jealous” Chris spoke up while they all got ready for their shift. “Bonnie is not jealous; I’m telling you guys she isn’t like that” Tan tries to defend. “What happened that everyone things she jealous?” Deacon asked.  

“Last night we went on a date and when we were walking to our apartment in the hallway this girl was getting harassed by this idiot and I helped her out. After he left, she told us she just moved in and it happen to come up she also spoke Cantonese. I happen to mention it was so rare to find another person who speaks it by coincidence and after that Bonnie’s mood has been off. She won’t talk, she’s basically doing everything she can to avoid making eye contact with me.”  

Deacon hisses feigning pain when he hears the story, “hate to break it to you man but that’s jealousy. I can’t believe you can’t wrap your head around this, she is jealous because that woman who speaks your language probably shares your religion and values growing up in a Chinese American home is now living next door to you. She feels less than now that she has someone to compare herself to.”  

Tan took a second to process his words before he finally understands how it all went wrong, he never even thought Bonnie would think like that. “How are you still single? You should have girls falling at your feet” Tan jokes.  

“Jokes on you bro, he does” Street says making everyone laugh as they walk out of the locker room to meet Hondo. Before much words can be exchanged, Hicks walks in with a case assigned to the team. “20-David, we’ve been handed over a case, apparently the financial crimes and the narcotics division can’t solve it and they want us to wrap up this up. Also, we have intel the man doing the money laundering are armed and dangerous.” 

Hicks goes on to explain the details of the case to the team, saying a man who supposedly goes by the name Authur Lopez has been moving money around through other people’s business. He also may be using them as a stash house. The problem is no one can seem to figure out which business he is using to clean his money. “They know he’s dealing but they can’t prove it, we need to find the proof to bring this guy in” 

“We may have a lead though, detective Chase that was previous the lead on this case said he found Auther has an old high school girlfriend who recently moved to town, we aren’t sure if they have had any contact but it’s worth checking out, she might know somewhere he might hide” Hicks finishes up letting the team take the case. Street and Tan both start researching your home and workplace addresses and they found something. 

“She owned a bookshop, just opened a couple months ago, around the same time we caught wind of Authur and around the time she moved into town, her business could be the one she’s using, she sells books, it can be a good cover if her business gets traffic, and judging by the location I think she’d be doing well.” Street says as he pulls up the location of your shop on the screen for the team to see.  

“I found her home address, it’s an apartment complex about 3 blocked from the shop.” Chris says and pulls the location for them to see. “Okay Street, Tan with me we’ll check out her apartment. Luca, Chris and Deacon you can check out her shop she might be there, she what she knows if she’s willing to talk.” Honda hands out their assignments and everyone jumps in a car their destination.   

When Deacon, Chris and Luca arrive at the bookshop they walk in and don’t immediately see anyone around. They walk a little deeper into the shop and you step out from one of the isles the shop isn’t so big that someone can hide, unless they are in the back room. “Hi there, is there something I can help you with?” you say in a sweet voice.  

At the sound of your voice Deacon whips his head, he stutters a bit when he sees you for the first time. Your hair fell curly down your back, you wore jeans that fit your hips but flared down over your ankles with cute brown sandals, you wore a gorgeous floral top that complimented your skin tone so perfectly. “Hi, Ms. Y/n? I’m Sergeant Kay, this is officers Alonso and Luca, we are here to ask you a few questions.”  

You look up at the handsome sergeant standing in front of you and your brain almost lags. “Sure, happy to help” you smile at him clasping your hands together. You gesture to the chairs and small sofas scattered around the room for them to sit and you do the same. “Ms. Y/n, we believe a man you know has been involved in some illegal activity and we wanted to know if you had any information you could share” the girl who’s name you learned was Chris spoke up. 

“Who?’ you asked her, “The name Auther Lopez ring a bell?” Luca asked you. Authur Lopez, you were never able to look at men the same after him, he was your high school sweetheart. You were going to marry him. That was until you found out he was dealing in high school and left him. “A couple months ago he found my shop, said he was keeping tabs on me and asked if I would consider giving him a job. Auther and I dated in high school, I broke up with him when I found out he was dealing, not only that but he was on them. I’m not sure what I never asked. When I hired him, he promised he was clean and so I agreed. Actually, his shift is meant to start in about 10 minutes, he has to come here.” 

“What is he involved in?” You asked them directly your question to no one in particular. “We believe he dealing again, or maybe he never stopped who knows. We need to bring him in a find the location of his stash house before he can distribute his product.” Luca spoke to you.  

“You’re welcome to wait here until he shows then, I had no idea he was still dealing” Luca made a call to someone while Chris asked to look around the shop and you agreed. Deacon didn’t move though, he sat right there in front of you the whole time. “Are you back together?” his voice was quite as he spoke but you heard him, “No, I’m not interested in starting things back up with him, he has done nothing but disappoint me, I only gave him the job because he said he needed it and he was getting clean.” you matched him tone while you looked at him. 

He was so pretty you could barely take your eyes off him, if you weren’t looking at his chest printing out in the tight SWAT t-shirt you were looking at his chocolate brown eyes, if not that, the you have never seen a man look so good with a beard and that usually wasn’t something you’d go for, the hints of grey just did something to your brain.  

Deacon wasn’t any different, he was too busy staring at you to realize you were staring back, he admired the way your curls look so full but not frizzy at the same time, the way he so easily got lost in your beautiful eyes, and let’s not talk about your figure, he has never seen anyone look so beautiful before.  

“So, Sergeant Kay-” 

“Deacon, call me Deacon” 

“Deacon, you’re a SWAT sergeant what is that like?” you smile when you ask him. He was confused for a quick second how did you know he was in SWAT? Until he remembered he was working, he was dressed in uniform. “It’s good, I like it, it’s dangerous and it’s a lot of work but it pays off in the end. So, books?” he returned the question.  

“Yea, I've always been a reader” you giggle as you continue, “It’s very calming to read, takes my mind off things when I’m stressed, a way to pretend you’re someone else.” 

“How could you want to be someone else?” his tone was breathy, it had a hint of a chuckle in it, it made you blush. It was so easy to get caught up in him you forgot all about what he was here for. Luca walked back into the shop; the noise of the chimes pulled you back to reality. He was met with the sight of you and deacon staring at each other with flirtatious smiles and cleared his throat to get your attention. 

“The others arrested Authur on his way here, they have him in custody. Hondo said meet back at HQ” Chris moves out with Luca and Deacon was about to follow them, “Wait!” you stopped him resting you hand on his arm to stop him from walking. You ran into one of the isles and grabbed a book off the shelf, “Here, an excuse for you to come back that isn’t work related. Now you can go” you smiled at him sweetly and he chuckled at your sweet gesture. “I’ll take you up on that.”  

Deacon walked out the bookshop with a wide grin in his face and he sees Chris and Luca waiting for him with matching grins, seems Luca had filled Chris in and they both clocked the book he didn’t walk in there with. “Ouu someone’s got a crush” Chris said in a sing song tone.  

A few days later the case was wrapped up and Deacon was sitting on a comfortable chair in the SWAT main room with his legs propped up as he read the book you gave him. He isn’t you paid attention to the book you handed in when you grabbed it but it was an interesting book.  

He has been teased non-stop by the team since they all heard about what happened, no one can see him sitting with that book in his hand without saying something about you. They even went as far as to make a bookmark with your face on it and stick it in his book so every time he opened it, he would see you. It was entertaining the say the least but now that the book was in his hand and finished, he felt nervous to see you again, this time he had no motive to hide behind other than he just wanted to see your pretty face again. 

“Hey Deac, we’re gonna hit up Luca’s food truck, do you wanna come with?” Chris asked Deacon as she packed up her things at the end of the shift. “I’d love to but, I have to swing by the bookshop and return this book y/n gave me” He waited patiently for the teasing and right on cue, “You going ask her out?” Chris was grinning like a school girl.  

“I want to, I will, I’m gonna...maybe”  

“Sergeant Kay is nervous? There is a first for everything. But seriously all jokes aside, I saw the way you looked at each other. She will say yes, no need to doubt yourself” Chris smiled at him and punched his shoulder as they walk out of the locker room.  

Deacon rushed to his car saying a quick goodbye to the team and driving to the bookshop before you closed. He opened the door and say you writing something sitting on a high chair behind the desk. “Hey” he said with a small smile.  

You look up from your book and smiled when you saw him, “You came back” you said matching his smile as it grew larger, “I guess my excuse to come see you worked, great book by the way, never thought I’d be into enemies to lovers but apparently I am” he chuckled and put the book down on the desk. 

“I’m glad you liked it; I wasn’t sure you were the type” you giggled. There was a moment of silence between you. A moment where you just stared at each other, admiring. “I have to close up the shop now, it was really nice of you to come back Deacon, it was nice to see you” Deacon smiled at your words knowing exactly how you feel.  

“It was nice to see you too.... hey do you want to join me for some dinner? I know a great food truck not far from here, we could swing by and get something” you wanted to burst with happiness, you didn’t think he had it in him to ask you out but he did.  

“Of course I’ll go with you, let me just grab my purse and lock up” you smiled you sweet smile at him and you giddily ran to the back room to get your stuff, hearing him laugh at your antics.  

When he opened the car door for you at the food truck you smiled and took a big inhale. He watched you fall in love with the smell of the food and you walked right up to the menu, “I don’t know what to get” you said to him, “Order for me”  

Deacon was about to speak when he heard his name being called out, his team was still here. He turned his head in sync with yours and watched a bunch of people walk up to you both. You instinctively stepped closer to Deacon but you quickly recognized Chris and Luca from earlier in the week.  

“I see you asked her out” Chris said. 

“I can’t believe it took him so long” another boy said who introduced himself as Jim Street 

“Oh, give him a break, it’s been a week” their team leader spoke up, Hondo. Their comments made you blush and you hid your face with your hands giggling. Deacon put his arm around your shoulder to shield you from the teasing while they laughed at the situation wholeheartedly. You're so happy Sergeant Kay came to your bookshop.  

🔹I hope you all enjoyed reading! I’d love for anyone to Reblog my work, Like and Comment so it can be shared! I’ve been wanting to write for Deacon for a while and I’m finally starting!

🔹On another note. Deacon is hot as fuck. And I want to write him in a nsfw kind of way. Eventually not atm I’d like some feedback on how you would feel after reading my work.

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Breaking point

!Pupppy Leon S. Kennedy x Gender Neutral Reader!

Summery: Your poor pup was to scared to tell you that he's going into heat.

Authers note: I don't know what this is, I wrote half of it while I was drunk and the rest I wrote in the span of a month so the first part of the story is a bit messy, but I promise it gets better. !Disclaimer: by puppy Leon I mean a hybrid, I do not support zoophilia!

!Warnings!: Nsfw themes, "Reader" can be all genders.

(Words: 4,405)

(sorry if it's cringe 😭)

The summer had ended, well at least the vacation. it was the most awesome vacation of Leon’s life! You were home every single day, he went where you went day in and day out. To the park, lake, and forest, but also at home. He got all the attention. But now you had to leave for work again for 5 days a week from 9 to 5 and he was stuck at home, waiting for his precious owner to come back.

He spent most of his time just lying down in spaces where your scent was strongest, couch, bedroom, those spots. Usually, he’d stay on the couch sleeping or thinking about you, how you would greet him with a smile when you came back, how you would pet that special spot between his ears, his tail already started wiggling at the thought of it. 

Fuck, this was too hard. He looked at the clock; only 3 more hours, but for him it felt like years, mostly because he couldn’t sleep anymore, and because he really had to go out for a walk. 

He got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to see if you had accidentally left any food for him to grab, but unfortunately nothing, he could try to stand up and grab something from inside the cabinets, but then he would feel bad for disobeying you, then he wouldn’t be a good boy.

Ever since the summer vacation, he felt the need to be around you so much stronger, he felt the need to be with you at all times, to receive praise, to be held, to be cradled, and most importantly to please you. 

His ears perked up, suddenly feeling something in his stomach, it was weird, he went over to your bedroom your scent only growing stronger just like the feeling on his stomach. When you first adopted him you didn’t let him into your bedroom at all hoping to make a clear line between owner and pet but along the summer that line started to fade. The few nights he would spend the night curled up against you on your bed were the best.

He felt incredibly proud even thinking back to one of those nights, just sleeping next to you, your fingers going through his hair until he fell asleep. 

A huff grasped through his nose whiffing up your scent, his nose going up in the air. A small shiver went down his spine as he continued sniffing, trying to pinpoint the strongest scent, it was a whole different scent that he smelled, it reminded him of sweat but different much nicer, much more attractive, like it was pulling him towards itself. 

He followed his nose eagerly, coming to the bathroom connected to your room, he stopped in his tracks. He’s never been in your bathroom. He stared at the scary door gulping, he still had plenty of time before you would arrive home, but he already felt bad contemplating breaking your rules, well you never specifically said he couldn’t go in there… the times he tried, you had told him to wait outside or wait in the living room because you were having “alone time” whatever that meant. 

But now he was alone, he took one glance behind him, checking if you hadn’t suddenly come back. Luckily you didn’t, so he went in gently opening the door. It was just a regular bathroom, shower, toilet, sink with a mirror, so where did the scent come from?

Leon’s eyes scanned the room until he spotted the hamper, placed in the corner. He quickly hopped his way over, looking to claim his price. He stuck his nose in the pile of clothes in the hamper, all yours and a few of his garments. 

He never used to wear clothes, it wasn’t normal for hybrids to do, but since he was more on the human side -the only dog thing about him being his tail, ears, and senses, having human parts, and being able to do human things, he could walk and talk but it was just a harder to do so, he preferred not to but ever since he got off the streets, and adopted you learned him to do so,  also made him wear clothes. He still preferred to be shirtless so he would crawl his way out of them every chance he got.-

anywayyyy back to the story.

His hands mixed in throwing things away until he found the source, one pair of underwear more specifically your underwear. He happily took it in his mouth without a single thought. Proud to have found what he was searching for he went back to his crate, taking the used garment in his hands as he laid on his soft mat sniffing it until he dared to lick. An intense feeling sent shocks through his body, he felt something beneath him twitch. He didn’t register what happened. A breathy huff escaped his lips, but it sounded more like a whine. Hot flashed his face, taking another lick just to test if it would happen again, it did. 

His belly tingled a small sense of excitement filled his mind, he continued to lap only making the ominous feeling between his legs grow nose buried in the piece of clothing, curled up in his bench. 

He didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep when you came back, he excitedly sprung up, tail wagging behind as you turned the key into the lock greeted by Leon’s big blues you closed the door behind you before getting down to pet him, he eagerly leaned in your touch small puffs leaving his nose as you pet his head to the place between his ears back to under his soft jawline. 

“I missed you so much!” Leon excitedly told you almost panting. 

He looked so excited you felt bad stopping now, you walked over to the couch, Leon almost blocking your way by circling around your legs. “Come here,” you giggled as you invited Leon to the space next to you on the couch. You didn’t have to tell him twice, he immediately jumped to the spot landing half on you in an over-enthusiastic way, he pushed one hand on your thigh encouraging you to continue petting him, which you gladly did.

“I was sooo lonely, I missed you so much, it’s so boring without you! I’m so so happy you’re back!” Leon rapidly bladdered making you chuckle a bit, he was always so energetic which could be tiring but you didn’t mind right now, it was actually kind of nice to have someone who was always excited to see you. 

Minutes passed, and he was still pressed against you talking your ear off with things he had thought of today, your petting eventually slowed into soft strokes, Leon’s tail slowed down as he ran out of things to say a big content smile on his face his ears were back eyes closed almost purring into your touch. So relaxed. 

It was all your normal routine until you spotted something particular, your underwear, in Leon’s crate. Your brows furrowed looking back to the innocent puppy next to you. After a bit of thinking and mostly contemplating what to do about it you got up from the soft cushions. Leon perked up confused at the loss of touch. He saw you walk over to his crate crouching down to examine your piece of clothing like it was a crime scene. 

“Leon? What’s this?” you asked looking over your shoulders to meet his worried eyes. He knew that look, and immediately he was stressed, Oh no did he do something bad? He really didn’t want to be a bad boy! What did he do?!

Leon tilted his head in shame not wanting to respond. Not knowing what to say, scared he would make it worse.

“Come over here,” you ordered, your voice rather sweet than commanding, hoping to not worsen Leon’s nervousness any further He hopped off the couch and did a small walk of shame to the crate, tail tucked between his legs, next to where you were crouched he sat down, trying to prove that he was still a good boy. 

“Well?” you started to get impatient. The scared dog avoided your eyes, going back to the now wet underwear. “I-… I just missed your scent…” Leon pleaded, looking up to you trying to win you over with his sad puppy eyes. You narrowed your eyes thinking of a way to teach your pup that this wasn’t okay, but you just couldn’t find it in you to punish him, until he spoke up again. 

“I just- it tasted so…good” Leon explained further as if it would help him, it didn’t, in fact, it did the opposite.

The gears inside of your head finally spun. Your scent, he wanted all your attention, the way he pawed at you all the time, this wasn’t a pet owner situation, he was attracted to you. 

You gulped deeply staring into Leon’s eyes, nothing but innocence and worry, the poor thing probably didn’t even know what he was feeling. Your lips pressed together into a thin line, you needed to stop this before it got out of hand even when you felt bad doing it. 

You picked your undies up, moving to stand up. Leon stayed down his eyes following your every move. “Leon,” you started putting away your feelings, you needed to set boundaries, you needed to be responsible here. “You can’t pick up my clothes, those are mine, not yours.” He looked down at his hands, anxiety spreading over his face, but you weren’t done yet he needed to learn there were consequences to his actions.

“I also do not want you to go into my room or the bathroom while I’m not home.” He absently nodded seeming like he was at the brink of tears for being called out alone. “Now I know you hate this, but you need to learn that there’s consequences to your actions.” His head shot up, panic in his eyes as you strictly pierced his eyes with yours. “no-no-please,-I’ll be good-I’ll never do it again-please,” he tried but you didn’t budge you stood your ground while pointing at his cage, Leon already knew what was coming to a terrified look on his face -god he is so dramatic- as you pointed to his crate. 

“No-no-no!”He franticly shook his head. “please, I don’t wanna go!” He pawed at your ankles pleading. You stood your ground. “Leon,” you warned, he knew he was only making it worse by begging but he really, really didn’t want to go on the crate. “Please-I’m sorry- I’m really-sorry- please!” He looked at you from where he was sitting his bottom lip trembling as he felt his eyes start to water.

“I’m not going in! I can’t- you can’t make me!” He raised his voice, which made you glare down at him. Immediately his ears went down as he felt himself cripple under your glare. 

“Bad. Boy. Go in your cage.” Tears started to fall you felt guilty for hurting your precious pup, especially about making him cry, but you didn’t let it show, you stayed cold and emotionless. He let out a small whimper as he obliged, unable to deny your order, he looked back almost betrayed, like he hadn’t had this coming. 

“It’s just for the night,” you said as you closed the bench trapping Leon in the iron bars, a soft mat, and a blanket on the ground (because you are not a monster) his fingers clamped around the bars. You left, you had eaten out, so you didn’t have any more business in the living room. You made your way back to your bedroom, throwing the clothes Leon had spread across the bathroom back into the hamper, throwing away your underwear later. 

So there he was, he had been so excited to be around you all day, and he actually could do that right now, be curled up against you snuggling but no, instead he was trapped in this cage, this prison the restraint that kept him from going to you. He sighed feeling betrayed in some way. He didn’t understand what he had done wrong, of course, he knew that picking your clothes was wrong, but getting punished for it, that’s a bit too much.

You never punished Leon ever, so this was really strange. Leon was confused but mostly felt bad, so very bad for making you disappointed in him. He curled up on the crate hugging the blanket in sorrow pretending that it was you as the last lights went out. 

-

The morning came agonizingly slow for Leon, the lack of sleep making him hump up as you entered the room, he sat up tail already swooshing side to side regardless of his exhaustion. You walked in your pajamas to his bench Leon’s fingers grasping the metal begging for his release. 

You kneeled down to his level, right in front of him. “Are you going to be a good boy?” you asked tilting your head in a questioning way, he nodded as fast as possible. “Talk,” you demanded. “Yes, yes I’ll be good,” he begged, half shaking the bars, you complied unlocking his “prison”. 

He almost jumped onto you making you sit back down on the ground. “I’m so sorry- it will never happen again, I promise, I promise,” he repeated over and over again as he tried to get you to hug him, you let out a breath chuckle and complied, “It’s okay sweetheart.” You pet his head to which he smiled even more leaning in your touch as he always did. 

And there it was again, that funny feeling in his stomach. At first, he thought it was just hunger, but the more you pet him the more he wanted to stay closer to you, press against you. The arousal pooling in his stomach stayed even when you pulled away, even when you fed him, even when you went out for a walk, and even when you left for work again. 

Leon was left alone with that unfamiliar feeling in his stomach leaving him to do the figuring out, Leon lay on his signature place on the couch. You had bought him a book for him to read. A simple book, just to help Leon fit in with the human side of him, also forcing him to walk upright on his feet when in public, he found it hard and tiring but he wasn’t about to disappoint you, not after he already did. 

So maybe that was why he was picking up the book, and starting to try and read it. It was easy enough. As time passed the feeling in his stomach tightened, like his organs were tormenting him. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, more like a neediness for something, only he didn’t know what. 

It came to the point where he couldn’t focus on the words anymore, his problem shadowed all his thoughts and made sure it was impossible for the poor pup to think straight. The only thing he noticed was that his pants felt small, smaller than usual, even when he had gotten used to them by now, they suddenly felt too small.

Leon frowned putting the book down to finally try and do something about his problem, he looked down to check if he could see anything from the outside. His face lit up as if he had just opened the previously used oven, and slapped the heat in his face, down his body making his skin tingle.

His hands followed the skin of his stomach expecting to find some kind of bruise or lump, but nothing only hot skin. His hand found its way to his pants to see if he could feel anything there. He let out an embarrassingly loud whine as he felt the bulge tenting his pants. His eyes dared to look down, only gasping at the sight, his hands weren’t betraying him, there really was a huge bulge. 

Contemplating what to do he experimentally cupped it with his hand through his pants, a whine even louder ran over his tongue, so hard that he swore he could hear it echoing through the walls.

But it felt good, it felt sensitive, but in a good way, in a very very good way, he has to feel it again. He slightly squeezed the bulge making his stomach turn in a way that felt so satisfying he couldn’t help but double over. 

Leon could feel his body trembling not used to these sensations at all, but he couldn’t stop, he started to create a small friction for himself, trying to satisfy this overwhelming need he suddenly felt. 

His hips involuntarily jerked up in his hand making his crotch throb as a whine left his mouth, his eyes closing in concentration trying to find whatever he needed, but it was hard to think, he felt so powerless, so desperate for something, but what was that something? 

Leon’s hand slightly sped up making him pant. His whole body felt on fire, so hot, he felt the need to take his suffocating clothes off but was too overwhelmed to do so. 

He kept going his legs trembling hands shaking sweat making everything stick together, but it still wasn’t enough, Leon didn’t understand, he never felt this, and frankly, he didn’t understand one bit of it. 

Eventually, his member felt like it was going numb. Leon desperately kept going even when it was starting to hurt, but to no avail, it just wasn’t enough. His hand stopped and so did the friction, his thoughts coming back to him together with a worried feeling, what even was that? What happened? He was left feeling guilty somehow like he did something shameful even when it felt so good. Was it bad? Was Leon doing something bad? 

He started to feel stressed, it feels bad now… and he really didn’t want to disobey you again especially when he was already put in the crate yesterday. Just then the lock turned, Leon’s ears perked up he hadn’t even smelled you, his arousal taking up all the scent in the room. 

Leon quickly jumped off the couch tail turning into a blur by how hard it was wagging. He was more excited than ever to see you. He whined a bit as he struggled to walk over to the door, the now painful bulge rubbing against his pants, he needed to get them off but that was not the priority right now. The priority was you.

You opened your front door, Leon’s face immediately greeting you, you always loved to come home to him, and his sweet smile, it grew only brighter as he saw you. (2 meninges 😧😏) 

“Hi! how’s your day?” Leon immediately spoke as you walked in hanging your coat up and sighing not noticing Leon’s state.

“It was fine” you shrugged putting away your shoes and patting Leon’s head. “How about you, have you been a good boy?” You said grinning as Leon grew red. “Mhm, I’ve been good all day,” Leon answered only it was a lie, a lie because he wasn’t a good boy. He did something new and it felt bad so so bad and he was scared to tell you. What if you’ll put him in his cage again? He’d rather lie than be imprisoned again. 

You walked over to the kitchen picking out food from the cabinets. “Yeah? What you do all day pup?” Leon followed you into the kitchen looking at the ingredients you put on the marble countertop. 

Leon thought his tail still rapidly swinging behind him. “I read like you told me to.” Leon smiled sheepishly at you ignoring the pain he was feeling downstairs. He could ignore it, he would ignore it for you. 

But eventually, you break, eventually, you burst, as any normal person does. A pup can’t hold something that big from you, and hide his pain…

His breaking point came at midnight. 

He was happily cuddled by you, he adored being small spoon. Until he woke up, drenched in sweat, panting, every piece of skin sticking to something. Leon groaned the world coming to him as he awoke his eyes and mouth dry. Waves of pain hit him from his crotch through his legs, a small whine escaped as he looked down, it was still the same, it was a wonder you hadn’t noticed yet. 

Leon’s whole body was in a state of fight or flight his senses heightened. He couldn’t take this anymore. He whined again as he stood up, legs trembling under his weight as he made it to the bathroom. He felt like throwing up. He struggled to grab a hold of the sink hoping for some stability but the cold on his sweaty hand only made him hiss. 

He was hot and cold at the same time, was it some kind of fiver? No this was different much different. Another wave of heat surged through Leon’s body his face red his lungs having trouble keeping up with his heavy breathing. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, his eyes caught glimpses down his body but none registered. With whines still leaving him he clawed at his clothes trying to wiggle his way out of them. The pants dropped to the tiles and so did his shirt everything was off but still he was as hot as one can be.

It was all too much and what was worse was that he didn’t even know what was going on. At this point Leon didn’t care if he got sent to his cage he just wanted the pain to stop nothing else mattered. 

He shook as he stumbled back into the bedroom. “Leon?” You asked just woken up as well, squinting your eyes to make out your pup’s features. His breath and his whimpers together with Leon not responding got you worried. “Leon, are you okay?”

“Please,” he whined collapsing next to you on the bed. “Please what? What’s going on?” Your voice continued to grow more and more worried. You turned and switched the light on, and there he was in full light his chest heaving up and down sweat dripping down his face, his ears flat on his head. His eyes closed tight his eyebrow furrowing into a painful look. 

With one glance down everything became clear. “Oh, baby,” you muttered softly. He was going in heat. “What’s wrong with me?” Leon choked out. “Nothing sweetheart, nothing at all,” you reassured brushing strands of hair that stuck to his face away. 

“I’m going to help you okay?” Leon nodded frantically in response tears brimming his eyes as tears slowly fell down his face, landing on the pillow, your sweet pup, he must be in so much pain for so long, poor thing was suffering in silence all this time and you hardly noticed. 

He was squirming waiting for you to do something, to do anything, anything to make the pounding in his head go away. His consciousness almost faded when you scratched behind his ears making his tail wag despite the pain he was in. It thumps against the white covers beneath him with it forming a small smile on your face.

“You’ll be fine sweetheart, I’ll take care of you,” you cooed softly multitasking as you moved your hand down his sticky body going gently over all his shapes and moles, going over the small trail of hair leading to the source of his problem. His hips jerked up a few times as you did. 

His cute little cock stood high and proud, pearly beads leaping down his length it was a beautiful sight. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve admired your pet for hours like this but this was a case with urgency and there was no time to spare.

Leon’s eyes shot open when you wrapped your hand around his base, a hand flying up to your shirt to take a handful of the soft fabric. “Wh-what?” He looked up at you with big eyes then back to the scene, blinking. Before he could do or say anything else you stroked up and down again. Leon quickly deflated, eyes rolling back as his head fell back into the pillow. Whines and whimpers fell from his mouth as you continued.

You started off slow so he could catch up with you twisting your wrists a few times and pulling utteral moans of pleasure from him. His plump lips kept parted eyes half-lidded going down and up with the movement of your hand and then to your own eyes. He strictly held on to your shirt as if his life depended on it his grip only growing stronger with every stroke of your hand. 

“Hmm-s’good-please-nhgh,” incoherent mumbles escaped his lips it was adorable. His pitch went up only higher and higher to a point that you almost couldn’t recognize the vulnerable voice of your pup. 

You sped up, his hips struggling to keep up with your pace, his eyelids scrunched together, you grabbed the hand holding your shirt and wrapped it in yours intertwining your hands while the other was cramping on Leon’s puppy dick. His tail was rapidly moving the sheets his ears perked up straight into the air. 

“Ah-wait-!” You didn’t react or wait instead you did the opposite only going faster. Leon let out a gut-wrenching moan his voice cracking into a whimper multiple times as he came white sputtered all over his stomach, continuing to drip down the white sheets as more continued to flow and coat your hand with sticky white ropes.

You slowly stopped, leaving his cock flat, Leon hesitantly opened one eye before the other a sit he was scared but he only saw your sweet smile. Before he could open his other eye you had your clean hand which was previously holding his, in Leon’s hair. “Good job Leon” you comfort his ears immediately twitching as you did. 

A cheeky smile was returned his cute bright eyes staring at you with excitement. “I did good?” He sat up slightly, the bed dipping in weight as he did. “Yeah, you did amazing sweetheart.” You cupped his cheek he sighed and closed his eyes, his body turning soft in your touch. 

[astronomoney]

Waitress

Pairing + WC: Jason Grace x mortal!reader, 2.1k Warnings: NOT canon compliant, this takes place in my world where Piper and Jason realized they were best as friends right after lost hero and Leo never got with Caylpso. also TOA never happened because it makes me sad. Also somewhat not proof read Summary: Jason has been sneaking off for weeks and Leo is detirmened to find out why. Or alternativly: Leo, Piper, Annabeth, and Percy go snooping in Jasons buisness Authers note: Hey hey! first fic in what feels like a million years! I definitely have to shake the rust off a bit but this was a fun one to get back into it! I was listening to Waitress at work and got this idea so i ran with it. Honestly not much of the actual relationship, theres a lot of set up and other characters but I think I may do a part two if this does well :)

Jason Grace was a busy man. Going between camps, building shrines to all the minor gods, serving as Pontifex Maximus, taking trips to Olympus to meet deities, and head counselor duties. Everyone knew he had no time on his schedule. His friends were lucky if they could get him to spare an hour to catch up, much less get him to a bonfire. So why on earth is it that Jason Grace would take upwards of two hours out of his day, three days a week, to walk out of camp and go to who knows where?

Leo was determined to find out. He’d watched Jason sneak off for the past month, and he was sick of wondering. He tried to bring it up but just got a red-faced muttered excuse about it’s just a walk in the woods and I have to finish my work before he'd disappeared into his cabin.

“I think we’re lost,” Percy said, stopping suddenly and causing Piper to almost slam into his back.

“We are not lost!” Leo exclaimed, “I swear he went this way,” 

“We’re miles from camp,” Piper butt in, “he could be anywhere,” she crossed her arms and glared at Leo. 

“We should turn back before someone notices we’re gone,” Annabeth added, looking up and down the road they were on. Leo had seen Jason sneaking off just before lunch and had convinced his friends to follow him. Now, here they were, on some back road heading through the woods surrounding the camp a mile and a half away from the border.

“Guys, c'mon! Don’t you want to know where he’s been going!” Leo turned back to the group. “He can’t have gotten far.” He kept walking backward in the same direction they’d been heading for the past 10 minutes. For a little while, they could see Jason walking along the side of the road, far ahead, but they’d kept their distance so he wouldn’t notice them. Then he made a turn at an intersection, and they’d lost sight of him. 

“Maybe he really is just out for a walk?” Piper offered.

Leo hualted now, “For two hours? No way, he’s definitely up to something out here.” He stared at the group, waiting for someone to disagree. No one did. It was definitely unusual behavior from the son of Jupiter to take so much time away from his work.

“We’ve been walking for 25 minutes. I say we go 5 more and then head back,” Annabeth spoke up, sending Leo a you owe me glance. 

“Perfect, 5 minutes!” Leo returned an appreciative smile before turning on his heel and continuing down the road with his friends in tow.

They rounded a corner a minute later, and Leo couldn’t help the I told you so grin that came across his face. In front of them, just a few more meters down the road was a genuine 1950s-style roadside diner with the name The Doo-Wop Diner plastered over the door. “See!” Leo pointed triumphantly, “Now imagine if we had turned back when you quitters had wanted to,” 

The group walked up to the diner, rolling their eyes at Leo’s antics. They peered in through the windows that lined the front. It was cute, with pastel blue on the walls, 50s-style booths, a jukebox in the corner, and a countertop bar.

“Is he even in there?” Percy asked, huddled next to Annabeth and scanning the restaurant.

“He’s got to be,” Leo squinted from Annabeth's other side.

“There he is!” Annabeth pointed to the far end of the bar where Jason was sitting. He had a cup of coffee and an open book in front of him.

“What’s he doing in there?” Leo asked as if any of them knew. “He walks all the way out here for ‘New York's best black coffee’?” He read off the sign in the window. 

The group looked at him for another minute in deliberation before Piper let out a quiet gasp. “It’s not the coffee he’s here for,” she was staring at something on the other end of the restaurant with wide, knowing eyes. “Look,”

When the three others looked back at Jason, they saw a soft, almost nervous smile on his face while he gave a slight wave. When they followed his gazeto the other side of the resturant, they all came to the same conclusion that Piper had. Jason Grace had walked nearly thirty minutes away from camp to a rinky-dink old diner on the side of the road to see you.

You were dressed in a 1950s waitress uniform and serving some of that aforementioned black coffee to an old couple. When you caught sight of Jason, your face lit up, and you waved back. As soon as you finished pouring the coffee, you brought the pot over to where Jason was sitting, even though he still had a full cup in front of him. The four standing outside were frozen in place as they watched the two inside interact. 

“Hey!” You said as you approached. The smile you had on now was so much more genuine than your usual customer service smile. “I missed you last week,”

Jason’s smile mirrored your own as he put a napkin between the pages of his book to mark his place. “Hey. Yeah, sorry, I had a last minute thing, uh, out of town, I had to do,” he had been called back to Camp Jupiter to resolve a minor god conflict and hadn’t been able to come in at his usual time. 

“Ooo, more of your mystery out-of-town work?” He’d mentioned it several times but, for obvious reasons, couldn’t tell you the whole story, and being the golden boy he was, he couldn’t bring himself to flat-out lie. “Is it something illegal?” You asked.

Jason let out a laugh at that. “It’s definitely not illegal.” He pushed his glasses back into place. 

“Are you sure? Because based on what you’ve told me, it’s out of town, it’s odd hours, it’s highly secretive, and it’s hard work.” You listed things out, counting them on your fingers. “You’re either selling drugs or possibly a secret agent.” You finished with wide, questioning eyes.

He laughed again at your list. You always had a way of putting his mind at ease. When it was swimming in work, and he couldn’t think straight, you always managed to bring him back to sanity. “It’s all boring, I promise. I’d much rather be here.” 

Your grin returned. “Oh really? I didn’t know you held our fine establishment in such high regard.” While you spoke, the cook rang a harsh bell and shouted, "Order up!”

“Thanks, Cal,” You called while you grabbed the two burger plates from the kitchen and walked them around the counter to deposit them at a table nearby. Jason watched you while you worked, the soft smile never once leaving his face as you handed out napkins and refilled some water. 

Once you were back, the conversation picked up exactly where it had left off. “It has its selling points,” he mused. The other half of that sentence, mostly about cute waitresses with the brightest smiles and the prettiest eyes, stayed caught in his throat. The pair slipped into an easy routine they’d established long ago. Jason would sit and drink his coffee while you bustled around, taking orders, running food, cleaning the occasional spill, all the while keeping up a steady stream of small talk. 

It was a mutually beneficial relationship. You got a bit of conversation to distract from the monotony of your work, and his blue eyes always seemed to make your day go smoother. Jason got a much-needed break from everything Greco-Roman. At camp, he always had so much responsibility, and so many expectations were weighing him down. Here, he didn’t have to worry about all that. You didn’t know who his dad was or what quests he’d been on, and you didn’t care. You liked him for him and not for the hero he was supposed to be. 

You returned to your spot across from him and picked up a rag to look like you were still doing something. “Have you told anyone at that camp of yours about this place?” You knew Camp Half-Blood existed. You also knew it wasn't anywhere close to normal based on the folks that came through, but they had the best strawberries even in the off-season, so you didn’t ask many questions.

“No way. Trust me, you do not want them coming here,” Jason had told you about his friends, minus a few details, but he had always emphasized that they were trouble.

“Uh huh, so then, who's staring at us from the window?” You asked with a sideways grin on your face.

“What?” Jason wiped his head around in time to see four panicked faces duck below the window sill outside. “Oh, by all the gods!” He muttered angrily under his breath and made a beeline for the door. “I’ll be right back,” he called to you, knowing you’d watch his book and half cup of coffee.

“Take your time,” you called back as he pushed open the door and stepped outside. 

For a second, all the demigods stared at each other without moving. Four crouched on the ground, wishing he hadn’t seen them, and one glaring at the group from above. Jason grabbed the front of Leo’s shirt and hoisted him up so he stood with his hands raised in surrender. “What are you doing here,” he hissed.

“Hey! Calm down, calm down,” Leo tried a friendly smile but was met with a glare. “We just, uh went for a walk?” He offered an explanation that sounded more like a question

“Wrong answer,” Jason sent his glare at the other three. “Did you all follow me?” He let Leo go and took a step back so he could glare at everyone all at once instead of having to shift his gaze.

“Leo made us come,” Piper threw him under the bus.

“Oh gee, thanks, beauty queen. It's nice to know where your loyalties lie.” Leo shot back, adjusting his shirt front.

Percy gave Jason a sly grin. “We were curious, but we never would have come if we knew you had a secret girlfriend out here,”

“She is not my girlfriend!” Jason cut him off. 

Percy put up his own hands, “Sorry, secret crush,” he corrected.

“She isn't! I don't-” Jason was full-on flustered now.

“Does that mean she’s up for grabs?” Leo asked. He looked back inside before getting smacked upside the back of the head by Annabeth. “What? She cute!”

When Jason looked back through the window he caught your eye and you sent him a questioning, yet very amused, glace. Jason had a bit of panic at that and quickly moved to usher the four away from the window and back towards the road. “Absolutely not! First of all, she’s a person; she can’t be up for grabs, and secondly, you can’t meet her!”

“What? Why not, she seems nice,” Annabeth asked.

“She is nice! And she's normal, and she doesn’t need to know any of you,” Jason managed to get them all about 10 feet from the front door. “Go back to camp. Just follow this road east for a mile, turn right at the second intersection, go straight for another half-mile, and you’ll see the border.” Jason gave the hurried directions and prayed to whichever god would listen that they’d all just leave.

“Whoa, man, we walked all the way out here, and now you're just gonna send us away?” Leo asked, putting a hand over his chest in fake offense.

“Yes,” Jason shot back flatly.

Piper spoke up next, “Wait, what’s her name? How long have you been coming here? How’d you even find this place? Does she like you back? It looked like she did.”

“Really?” Jason asked before shaking his head and focusing again. “I mean, I am not answering that,” he was still trying to shew the group away, but clearly, it wasn’t working. 

“Well, do they have good food here?” Percy added

“I saw ‘Breakfast all day’ on one of the signs,” Annabeth walked around Jason and back towards the door.

“And that burger meal she brought out looked really good,” Leo added. The four demigods went right past Jason and headed for the front door. 

“No, no, no, no, no,” Jason muttered as his friends ignored him and went in. “This is not good,” he said to himself, following the group back inside. They obviously had no intention of leaving, and he figured the next best course of action would be to simply die of shame. He knew this day would come; someone would catch him sneaking off, and his best-kept secret would become his worst nightmare. He just didn’t think it’d be so soon.

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Ahhhh first fic in a long ass time, its not my best work but personally I liked the plot so I got a little carried away and might have to make a part 2

[mushies-stories]

patience 18+

part two (Read part one here)

Stu Macher X F!Reader!Virgin

summary: you finally tell Stu you're ready. he shows you just how much he cares for you and how sweet he can be.

Warnings: SMUT! unprotected sex, fingering, first time, eating out.

Authers note: this took a minute and i am so sorry! i decided to give the fics a name since there's two of them~

word count: 2684

Over the next few weeks Stu made sure to make you cum every day on his lap, thigh and soon on his long fingers. He wanted to make you urge him for more and once you expressed interest in pleasing him too he was more than willing to show you how it's done. 

He could have came the moment your soft and delicate hands gripped around his length, needing both just to wrap around his whole length. He loved the deep blush that spread across your face when he gripped his hand over yours own to show you how he liked it. 

Once he had you on your back and his head between your plushie thighs and crying out his name he knew he wouldn't be able to wait any longer. Your pussy tasted like heaven and your moans and cries were angelic to him. He slid a finger in while his lips moved to suck your clit. Your back arched into his touch and your fingers tangled in his short hair, trying to grip as much as you could. 

Stu groaned softly against your pussy and your body jerked a little. “More, Stu please.” you begged breathless, feeling your orgasm building slowly. He adds another finger and curls them right into your sweet spot while his tongue flicks and sucks your clit into his mouth again, determined to make you cum on his tongue. You whine and throw your head back, your pussy beginning to spasm around his fingers. Your orgasm hits you hard and causes your legs to shake slightly around him. “Stu! Oh… god, St-u feels so good.” he made sure to keep licking and pumping his fingers into you until your breathing slowed.  

He pulled back with a small grin. “Feel good baby?” he asked while he peppered your inner thighs with kisses. 

You nodded with a small smile, your face flushed and naked body on full display for him. “You always make me feel good.” you say shyly. Stu’s gaze still made you a little nervous, he looked at you so lovingly and sweet you didn’t know what to do with it.

Stu chuckled and lifted his weight off your lower body and sat back. He pulled his shirt over his head before crawling to hover fully over your smaller frame. Still in his jeans he pressed his throbbing cock against your messy pussy. “Yeah?” he asked, wanting to hear you say it again. 

You gasped and gave him a soft moan. “mhm. Always makes me feel so good, Stu.” you say again. He smiled and rolled his hips again while he started to kiss and bite at your neck. His hips rolled against your ore and his mouth wandered your skin. He thought about how to coax you into feeling ready, what more he could do because he needed you. Needs to feel you so desperately but so far, he had been mostly following your lead and could usually tell when you wanted more. Right now however he wasn’t too sure. You seemed to almost be content in the way things were and he didn't want to scare you by pushing for more.  

Your pussy was still so wet and Stu pressing against your sensitive clit wasn’t helping. You whispered and arched your back a little, every movement from him making your brain lose focus more and more. “Stu…” you say softly.

He pulls back to look at you with soft eyes. “Yeah Babygirl?” 

You take a moment to speak, thinking the words over carefully. “Do you think…” you take a little breath. “We could go all the way?” you ask, voice quit with a little bit of a tremble. 

Stu looked at you with big eyes. He was shocked that you asked him so explicitly, even if it was clearly hard for you to even get the words out. He searched your eyes, not sure what he was even looking for but when he saw only love and trust in them, even in your nervous fear, he couldn’t help the bright smile that spread across his face. “We can do whatever you want baby, you sure? I want you to be completely sure you're ready for this Babygirl because there's no going back.” he asked, wanting to give you a chance to reconsider. 

You shook your head softly. “I want it to be you Stu, is that okay?” you asked, nerves growing even worse. You knew deep down he wanted to. He wouldn't have put all this time and energy into being so caring and sweet with you if he didn’t, but you doubted yourself in being able to make it pleasing for him and made your tummy do flips. 

With a nod of his own head he leaned down and kissed your lips, firm but gentle before looking back into your eyes. “More than okay sweet girl.” he leaned back and looked at your angelic form sprawled out on his bed. He was the luckiest man on earth, he thought, to have you looking at him with such trust and desire. “I want to be your first.” he said with a genuinely warm smile before he began to undo his jeans, his eyes locked on yours. “Your first and your last, I want no one but you Babygirl.” Then he slid his jeans off his hips to allow his cock to spring free. 

You had seen it more than a few times by now but now with the idea of him being stuffed inside your little pussy made your legs twitch too close, Stus body between them not allowing you to do so. 

Stu leaned over you and held himself so his face was level with your own. “Don't be scared baby, okay?” he said with a small nod and an encouraging smile. 

You gave him a weak smile but nodded anyway. “I'm not, just nervous…” you admit. Feeling silly for being the one to ask but still feeling so embarrassed by the whole thing. 

He hummed in understanding. He held the base of his cock and pressed the already swollen tip on your clit before gliding it down through your slick folds and back up, teasing you a little to help you relax just a bit. You sigh a little at the feeling, he was already so close to you. “I’ll go slow and gentle Baby, just tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he says as he pressed against your tight hole a little, a little warning he was going to put it in. 

You nod and hold onto his biceps. “Please Stu.” you urge him to do it, get you through it already so you can finally be with him, feel all of him and feel good. 

With a soft grunt he moved, hips pushing the head of his cock past your tight entrance with a little hiss from him and pitchy gasp from you. He waited a moment before slowly, so agonizingly slowly moving a little more and a little more. The more he fit inside you the tighter you felt. His cock twitched and your walls clenched hard around him. 

“Baby, too tight.” his voice was a little strangled and he wasn't sure if he was telling you because it felt so good, or if it felt too good and he could take it. “Babygirl, need you to relax a little for me.” he says, eyes meeting yours. 

You shook your head a little. “Can't… Stu you're too big.” you gasp softly, his cock becoming a little too overwhelming. 

“M’not to big baby… I promise baby, it will fit.” he mumbles softly, reassuring you again. The hand that was holding his cock came to your sensitive clit. His thumb rubbed short fast circles while he sank a little more in. your warm gummy walls were sending his cock and mind into overdrive; you were so tight he wasn't sure he was going to last. Then he looked down at you, eyes half lidded, and mouth hung slack, trying to keep your little sounds of discomfort back while he worked himself into you. He was determined to make this good for you, make you feel loved and cared for. 

He was almost fully in when you finally let out a strangled gasp, hands gripping his arms so tight he knew there would be marks tomorrow. “Oww, Stu… it h-urts!” you whined, voice breathy as you stumble over the words. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. That made Stu’s pride in his own body spike a little, even if he felt bad about it hurting you. 

Stu cradles the side of your head and kisses your forehead then your cheek and finally to your neck where he sucks and nips the skin. His thumb rubbing lazy circles on your ever-growing sensitive clit. “I know baby, but I'm almost all in.” he tells you as his warm breath brushes along your skin. Your back arches at the added sensations. “You can do it, I know you can. Such a good girl for me.” he coos at you as he finally thrust the rest of his length in and bottoms out in your pulsing cunt. 

Your walls fluttered and calmed down around him. Unable to form any words, you could only manage a high-pitched whine followed by soft breathy moans. You clung to him, grounding yourself in an attempt to keep your head straight. 

He let your clit be once he felt you relax around him and your breathing slowed down a little. “Feel a little better?” he asks, voice soft and gentle. He strokes your air while the other hand messages your hip. 

You nod and give him a small smile. “I'm okay.” Your furrowed brows tell him you were still worried and uncomfortable despite your claim.  

Slowly he rocks his hips into your own. He doesn’t pull back enough for you to feel any loss of him, just rocks himself in you trying to get your pussy nice and wet around him. Your eyes flutter and you gasp out a soft ‘oh’ when his cock hits that little bundle of nerves. A small smile played on his lips, you made the cutest faces when your pussy was getting needy and feeling good.

“Better.” you mumble, brain slowly beginning to flood with the pleasure of finally having his cock stuffed deep inside. Your pussy fluttered around him and you could feel your slick start to leak out around the base of his cock. 

“Want me to move baby?” he asks, more for himself, your pussy was so tight and being so deep in you for so long was making his cock throb. 

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, your unshed tears filling most of your vision. “You can move.” you tell him.

He smiles and leans down to lock you in a deep kiss. His hips move back slowly, letting you feel the whole of his length as he pulls almost all of the way out. You gasp when he sinks back in and he takes the opportunity so claim your mouth. Every Time he pulled back and slipped back in he picked up his pace. The faster he got the more your little mewls and gasps turned into sweet moans that he gladly devoured. He only pulled back when the need for air became urgent. 

“Fuck.” he can't help but grunt out. Your face captivated him, made his cock twitch and throb angrily. Your face was flushed, eyes droopy and laced with pleasure. Your parted lips to grace him with all of your little sounds. “Like my cock fillin you up Babygirl? You're doing so fucking well for me, pussy squeezing and taking me so well.” he asks, wanting to hear you say it. He waited so long for this he needs to hear you say. 

You have a hard time focusing on him while he continues to thrust into you. “Mmmhm, feels go-ood” you managed to gasp out.

Stu groans at your words. He keeps a steady rhythm. He held your hip still while he fucked you and brought the other to your chest. He pitched both nipples softly and groped at your breasts. “Perfect, such pretty tits baby.” he coos and keeps teasing your now pebbled buds, helping to send you closer and closer to that growing pleasure. 

You could feel it, the twist in your stomach, the heat growing fast. “m’gunna…Stu!” you whine and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down, wanting to just feel him close to you. Your legs shook around him and couldn't help the string of loud whiny moans that came out of you. “Please, please Stu, feels so good.” you babbled, brain turned completely into mush as you fell apart under him. 

Stu practically shuddered, you were begging for him to make you cum. He wanted to see it and feel you cumming on his cock. “Sweet girl needs to cum? I got you, I'll get you there.” He made sure to angle just right so he was hitting that sweet spot deep inside your aching pussy. A hand came to cradle your jaw to make sure he could see your face, so you couldn't hide when you came undone. The other focused back on your clit, swiping at it in time with his thrusts. “C’mon Babygirl, let me feel you cum around my cock, wanna feel your tight little pussy squeeze me.”

Stus voice and his lewd words were just the thing you needed to send you right over the edge. You back arched and rise off the bed. A loud strangled moan filled the full when your pussy spasmed and clenched down around his length. His hand on your jaw helped keep you steady so he could watch the pleasure wash over you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head before closing, brows furrowed while you shook under him. He helped you through your orgasm with his own strangled groans and grunt. He was about to lose it himself and once you pushed against his shoulder he wasted no time in pulling out to let his cum coat your dripping pussy. 

“Fuuuk… baby you felt so good.” he groans. He let his cock rest against your sore pussy, relishing in the way your body twitches just a little when it brushes against your swollen clit. He smiled down at you before planting another kiss on your forehead. “You did so good Babygirl, so fucking good for me.” 

Stu praises make your face flush again. You bring your hands up to cover your face a little, needing a moment to recover concise thoughts. 

“Baby… baby you okay?” Stu asks, becoming worried he did something wrong.

You shook your head and flung your arms around his neck. Pulling him down he finds his place in the crook of your neck. “I'm okay.” you state, voice a little shaky. Your body was growing heavy and tired. “Just… a little flustered is all.” you confess. 

He chuckles and nuzzles into you. “Well how about we get you cleaned up and we head to bed?” he offered. 

You groan at the thought of having to move at all. 

Stu leans back and slides a hand between your thighs while he glides his middle finger along your folds, collecting and mixing your fluids together all over your pussy. You shudder and wiggle your hips at his actions. “Made a mess of you baby, gotta make sure i clean you up.” he says, eyes filling with lust once again at the sight of your messy and dripping cunt. 

You whimper and sit up. “Okay okay, bathtime.” you conceded with a soft chuckle. 

The rest of the night Stu made sure to pamper you, make sure you had a snack and water. He even fluffed all of the pillows on your bed. He slept with you in his arms, never letting you go or pull away from him. He’s made it this far after all, why would he ever let you go?

[homestylehughes]

luke hughes- soft love

summary: the soft love that you and luke both feel for each other. a soft love that will never grow old.

wc: 302

warnings: pure fluff and slightly suggestive if you squint

authers note: omg hi everyone!! I'm finally back with a new fic, I've been super busy over winter break. idk how I found a burst of energy to write but I did so slay!! anyways, hope you guys enjoy this little soft fic I wrote abt our favorite lukie pookie!! much love as always <3

Luke Hughes had always been a soft lover. Careful with his touches. Soft with his words. Luke always found a way to make you feel special, even if he was 3,000 miles or 3 feet away from you. You think Luke knows you better than you know yourself. Always knowing when you were having an off day, if you were sad, angry or upset. 

You never needed to explain yourself to Luke, he always understood. That's what made Luke’s love so soft, you could be you. You could be loved for you, and you loved him for that. His longing love fills gazes when you talk about everything on your mind. His soft laugh when you would crack a not so funny but very corny joke. something that would only make luke laugh.

His longing touches, and back rubs when you were having a rough day. When he’d hold you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. His soft but rough touches during the intimate times you guys shared. He knew all of the right places to touch, all of the sensitive areas he knew needed to be touched. Luke never failed to make you feel loved. His soft love was something you know you never tired of.

 Luke felt the same way about you, he loved how you treated and acted around his family, how you joked with his brothers and father. When you would help cook dinner with his mother. How you would love him in his worst moments. Hold him after a loss, and how you wrap around him after a win. Luke loved how you loved him. It was soft and it was careful. It was genuine. A love that you both searched for, and found in each other. A soft love that would never grow old. 

[getaandlucius]

A brief taste of Honey (Geta x Lucius)

Quick summary: Geta returns from Sardinia and Lucius awaits him.

Authers note: sorry it's a day late! Thank you for reading. x Murphy

Geta had been gone for almost two weeks, and Lucius began to yearn. He longed for his touch, the feel of Geta’s skin against his own. His voice, lulling him to sleep. Somehow, his empty arms felt heavier.

When their absence hit the two-week mark, Lucius spent most of his days on the beach. He'd gaze out over the emerald waves until the light would fade and the welcome cool of the night would wash over him.

Then, one evening, as he was taking a swim and the sun had just gone down he saw white sails appear on the horizon, the familiar blue flag bearing a large fish fluttering in the wind. It had been almost twenty days since Geta departure and Lucius couldn’t contain his excitement as the ship approached and anchored. A smaller boat emerged, drifting closer with a young man steering it toward shore.

Lucius didn’t wait. He waded through the water.

"Lucius," Geta called out as he saw him approach, dropping the paddles. He allowed himself to be dragged into the water, clothes and all, and disappeared into Lucius’s arms.

Lucius held him. He held him and held him. Long enough to convince himself that Geta had really returned and was safe. Lucius pulled back a little, and only then did he notice the sad glint in Geta’s eyes. In the fading light, most of his emotions were concealed, but there was unmistakable sadness there.

"Are you okay?" Lucius asked.

Geta nodded. Lucius dragged his wet palm over Geta’s cheek. "I am so glad to have you home, safe and well." He pressed his lips to Geta's, then pulled back again to look at him. "What happened out there, Geta?" he asked hoarsely, his eyes demanding, willing Geta to tell him the truth. But Geta remained silent, eyes far away.

"Did he hurt you?" Lucius asked then, not having spotted any injury but wondering if he'd missed something.

Geta seemed to mull over the question for a moment before he shook his head and mouthed a silent "no." Geta stared at him with a look Lucius had not seen before. "Oh, Lucius," He said, reaching out to cup Lucius’s face. Then Geta bent his neck and pressed his forehead against his. They stood like that for minutes—maybe longer.

As they walked back through the water in silence Lucius wanted to scream. The unanswered questions he couldn’t ask burned like acid in his mouth. What had happened out there? Why had Geta been so secretive since his uncle had appeared?

During their walk home, Lucius ran through ways in his head to break through that wall, the secret well he was being shut out of again. Pressing however would do no good.

They exchanged their farewells in the halls. The brief kiss they shared there in the dark lingered like ice as Lucius entered his bed chamber.

Geta's family were masters at ruining Geta's mood and fire. Lucius hated them for it.

As the days went on and it became August, Geta still barely told him anything. They spent time together, Geta ate normally, and he was looking better and better—but his mind still seemed far away. Whenever Lucius would ask about it, Geta would smile faintly and shake his head. "You wouldn’t understand." He'd say. Or, "I wish I could tell you, but I cannot. Please, do not ask again." The finality in his tone scared Lucius. "Maybe I can help," Lucius offered once. That seemed to touch something within Geta, something he couldn’t conceal. For a moment, Lucius thought Geta might cry, but he swallowed and looked away, shaking his head.

Two weeks passed. Then three. Lucius spent a lot of time with his council, which included Marcus, Augustus and the general of his army, Mantius, in the war room, as the member of the previous Senate -Edus they learned his name was- continued to grow his following. The propaganda was still spreading like wildfire.

"I have to go away for a while," Lucius told Geta one morning as they sparred on the training grounds, sweat covering their skin and soaking their tunics. Geta was breathing heavily from exertion and straightened.

"Where are you going this time?" Geta turned his practice knife over in his hand. "Still fighting the rebels, or somewhere else this time?"

Lucius just looked at him. It felt strange now to tell him, since Geta wasn’t telling him anything. Anything.

"Talk to me Geta." Lucius pleaded. "Tell me about Sardinia, and I’ll let you know," Lucius said.

"It’s okay." Geta shrugged. "I don’t need to know."

Lucius shook his head and laughed a hollow laugh to himself. Then, with frustration, he smashed his practice knife into the sand. "Well, fuck this then," he bit out, before walking off, not looking back.

That night, Lucius lay in bed, boiling with frustration and anger. He felt so lost, so out of control that he wanted to destroy something. Something valuable, something that would break in infinite pieces when striking it with force.

Then there was a knock at the door. Lucius groaned.

If this were Geta, it was bad timing. Lucius did not think it wise to have him here when he was in this mood.

Another knock.

"Yes?"

"You have a visitor, Lucius," Laurentius called from outside the door.

Lucius groaned again. "Who is it."

"Geta."

"For fucks sakes." Lucius muttered under his breath. "Let him in."

Sure enough, Geta entered. He looked unsure, his big eyes wide, shoulders slumped. He visibly swallowed, then closed the door behind him.

He approached the bed slowly and cleared his throat.

"I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting," he said, his eyes briefly meeting Lucius’s. "I’m sorry about the distance… I didn’t mean to. It’s…" He sighed and pulled his robe a little tighter around him. "Nothing really happened… my uncle… he uhm… brought up some things from the past that disturbed me." He looked at the floor. "I really wish I could tell you, Lucius, you have to believe that. There’s nothing I want more, than to tell you." His voice was thick, and he looked as though he was on the verge of tears. "But I cannot. And I just wanted to ask… If we could forget about it all, just for tonight." He looked up from the floor. "Can you please keep me company, just for tonight?"

He stood before the bed, eyes full of longing and sorrow. His cheeks were wet from the silent tears now streaming down.

Lucius did not know what to say. Seeing Geta cry broke his heart, but he did not have it in him to console him now. His heart was aching too much on it's own.

Geta wiped his cheeks, eyes not leaving Lucius's. Then his hands went to his robe, he untied it and pushed the fabric over his shoulders, exposing his naked form.

'I know you do not trust me. I'm not asking you to. But please pretend you don’t hate me for tonight." He said softly. "Or do. I don’t care.’ He looked as though he was in physical pain. Maybe he was. His chest heaved and his fingers closed around the bedpost. ‘You can have me in any way you want.'

===

Two months earlier: the night of the victory after defeating the phytians

Geta's POV, everything from here has already happened, we go back in the past.

Before Lucius’ departure Geta had kissed him goodbye. A brief kiss, nice and soft and delicious in it's simplicity. But the kiss they had just shared in the garden was different. What had happened there had woken Geta up and now he wanted more more more. His whole body tingled, warm and fluid, like melted butter or heated honey, yearning to mold itself around the world—or, in his case, Lucius.

Geta had never been in love before. He had lain with women, kissed a few men when he felt like it, but he had never truly felt anything beyond fleeting infatuation.

With Lucius, it was different. He consumed Geta’s thoughts, his dreams, his every longing. His body craved him, his mind fixated on him, and his intire being felt tethered to the depths of Lucius’ blue, blue eyes.

When he had been close to death after the attack, it was those eyes that had anchored him to the world. He was certain of it.

As they walked back through the garden to rejoin with the people, Geta caught Lucius’ arm and held him back for a moment. He stretched his neck and pressed his lips against the warm skin of Lucius’ throat. He smelled of summer rain. Geta stuck out his tongue and licked the skin before sucking on it softly.

Lucius groaned, his hands threading through Geta’s hair. “Not here, Geta,” he mumbled. “Not here.”

Geta whined softly but obeyed, straightening himself. Lucius smiled. “I will go in first. Wait outside for a few minutes before entering, so we don’t raise suspicion.”

Geta nodded, watching as Lucius disappeared inside to rejoin the festivities. He sat down on the stone steps and stretched out his legs. The light had almost completely faded, and the torches flickered like stars in the night. Finally, the oppressive heat had begun to fade, and Geta sighed in relief as a soft breeze played with the fabric of his tunic and his hair.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching from his left. He looked up and saw a man drawing near.

As he came closer, recognition dawned on Geta. He had seen this man before. His mind sifted through memories until it clicked—his mother’s older brother, Aelius. They had visited his island when he and Caracalla were thirteen, shortly after their mother had died.

Geta frowned. Why would his uncle visit unannounced, without a herald? It was unusual, and unease curled in his stomach. He didn’t remember much from that visit nearly fifteen years ago, but he did remember the palpable fear that had clung to Aelius’ court. He and Caracalla had hardly slept during their two-night stay.

“Geta,” Aelius greeted, extending a hand to help him up.

“Uncle.” Geta rose, eyeing him warily. Aelius had not changed much. Dressed in deep blue, his white hair and short beard stood in stark contrast.

How had his uncle recognized him so quickly?

“To what do we owe this visit?” Geta asked, keeping his chin up.

Aelius scrutinized him before his gaze lingered on the scar along Geta’s collarbone. “I heard you were injured.” He placed a hand on Geta’s shoulder. “I wanted to check on you.”

Geta slowly nodded. “I’m fine. It happened a while ago—I’ve recovered well.”

“I see. You must have good healers here.” Aelius’ eyes drifted to the pillars behind Geta. The sound of laughter and music still spilled from within. “A feast?”

Geta nodded. “We defeated the Phytians. They attacked the trade routes.” The words had barely left his mouth before he realized his mistake.

Aelius tilted his head. “We?”

“I meant—they.”

Aelius’ frown deepened. “What are you still doing here, Geta? Are you being held captive?”

Geta shook his head.

“Then why stay? Are you part of the new Senate?”

“No.”

His uncle took a step back, studying him again. “You look well-fed, so they must treat you well. But what is it that keeps you here?” It was not a simple question—Aelius knew more than he let on. Geta already hated this game.

“They do treat me well. I like it here.” Geta answered simply. He did. He felt protected, cared for. He had time to read, to play with Marcella, to wander through the gardens and along the shore. His lack of political power no longer bothered him as much as he had once thought it would.

“And how did they treat Caracalla?”

Geta’s expression darkened. He avoided thoughts of his brother, knowing they would only lead to endless grief. Every mention of his name sent a dagger through his chest. “It was an accident,” Geta murmured. “It wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Who told you that?”

“Lucius.”

“And you believe him? That it was an accident?”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“I just do.” Geta’s patience frayed. What gave his uncle the right to question him like this?

“Tell me—what is Lucius like?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m worried about my nephew..”

Geta shook his head, leaning back against a pillar, arms crossed. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I am not. I want you to come with me to Sardinia. You don’t belong here, Geta.”

“Who says I don’t?”

“I do." His uncle scratched his chin impatiently. "What influence do they allow you here? Do you attend council meetings? Are you trusted with information?”

“Yes!” The word burst from him instinctively.

“You attend council meetings?”

“…No.”

“He trusts you with information?”

Geta looked away. Lucius did trust him with information. Right? Geta was done with this conversation. “Is there anything else? I have no interest in moving to Sardinia, Aelius. Please don’t ask again. I’ll stay here as long as I wish.”

Aelius nodded slowly. “Very well." He bit the inside of his cheek and tapped his foot. "Then at least visit. Please?”

Geta remained silent.

“I’ll be gone for a few weeks, but when I return, I’ll send someone for you. There’s something I want to show you—something of value." When geta did not take the bate he added, "It was important to Caracalla.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

“I’m not coming.”

“Yes, you will.” Aelius tapped his arm. “Now, rejoin your festivities. I’ll take my leave.”

Geta didn’t move, arms still crossed, watching his uncle disappear into the night.

====

A few weeks later, and Lucius had just left to check the repaired forts. Geta felt restless, wondering when his uncle would send someone to pick him up.

A week went by and Geta waited at the gate as Lucius and his soldiers returned from the raids on horseback. As Lucius dismounted, Geta fought the urge to run to him, to pull him into a desperate kiss. But they had agreed—it was best to keep their bond discreet.

As they walked inside, a young man approached, dressed in the same deep blue as Aelius, his robe embroidered with silver fish. His blonde hair gleamed under the morninglight.

“Geta,” the young man called.

“Yes?”

“I have a message for you—from your uncle.” He handed over a sealed letter.

Geta frowned, straightening his shoulders. He had known this day would come, yet he had pushed it to the back of his mind. He could feel Lucius’ eyes on him, sharp with worry. Lucius was never truely relaxed, never trusted anyone, he was always prepared for an attack.

Geta broke the seal and quickly read the message.

A ship is ready at the beach.

Remember what I told you. I have something of value to you.

Then on the bottem of the page:

Someone awaits you in deck.

Geta swallowed, folded the paper, and handed it back to the messenger. He went over the options in his head of who it could be.

He nodded curtly. “I’ll be ready in the morning.”

He did not tell Lucius what was in the message. Why, he did not know precisely. Lucius wanted to know, it was evident. But he did not ask, which Geta appreciated.

===

As Geta entered the ship, a small monkey came rushing to climb his leg, up to his shoulder. Geta could not believe his eyes.

'Dondus?' There was a thin satin band around his neck, but other than that he looked the same. The monkey made a small sound and ran from one arm to the other.

Geta's mind started racing. He had often thought about Dondus and what had become of him. He knew the monkey had not been with Caracalla when he was captured, but beyond that, he knew little.

"How is this possible?" Geta asked, shaking his head in confusion. "Where did you find him?"

"Dondus was taken by Agrippa just before Caracalla got captured. Do you remember him?"

"One of Lucius's prison guards?" Geta did not remember their names or faces too well. There had been too much going on. Too much pain and sorrow to focus on.

The young man nodded. "Besides that, all I can say now is: Caracalla's death is a bit more complicated than you might have been told."

Geta wanted to ask more, but nodded.

"The sea is quite unruely this time of year." The blonde man told him. "Please do sit down your highness."

Geta nodded and walked to the back of the ship, looking out over the horizon.

===

Two days later, they approached the coast of Sardinia.

As Geta was welcomed inside the lavish villa, his eyes widened in amazement. Unlike Lucius' understated and sober residence, this place was opulent—almost a palace. Paintings adorned the ceilings, and intricately carved sculptures lined the halls. As they walked through the halls, several servants passed them by. Some of them male, some female. Their faces were so beautiful they seemed to be carved by the Gods themselves. It did not surprise Geta. The side of his mother was known for their yearning for a hedonistic lifestyle, a trait he inherited, at least to some extent

He was led to a room in the east wing, where his uncle was waiting.

"Welcome, my dear nephew," Aelius said, gesturing to a chair in front of him. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

Geta sat down reluctantly.

"Before we join the celebratory feast to welcome you to the island, I must ask you a few questions," Aelius continued.

Geta nodded. "Go on."

"The questions I am about to ask form an easy riddle—one I’m sure you’ll solve quickly."

Geta shifted uncomfortably in his chair. This felt like an interrogation. His heart pounded in his chest, the hairs on his neck standing on end.

"What have you been told?" His uncle asked him calmly, crossing his ankles as he sat down in front of him. "How did Caracalla die?"

Geta cleared his throat. "He was elbowed in the temple."

"Have you seen the body? Did he have any injuries besides the one to his head?"

"No. I don’t know." Geta clenched his jaw. "Why are you asking me this?"

"Did Lucius see the body and confirm the cause of death?"

Geta sighed in frustration, his palms sweaty as he wiped them on his tunic. "I don't know."

Aelius tutted. "Why did you not ask to see the body, Geta? The details here are important."

Geta turned his gaze to the window, watching the waves lap against the shore. "I wouldn't have been able to handle it," he admitted, suddenly feeling nauseous. Where was this conversation headed? What had he missed?

"You haven’t solved the riddle yet," Aelius sighed. "I'm disappointed." He paused, then continued, "Let me ask you another question. Why was Caracalla elbowed in the temple, and by whom?"

"Tibirius," Geta answered hesitantly, "after Caracalla stabbed him in the eye."

"Well done. Almost there." Aelius patted Geta’s head before turning toward the door. "Tibirius, please enter."

A man with feminine features and an eye patch stepped into the room. His hair seemed indigo in the eveninglight.

"Tibirius," Aelius said smoothly, "would you be so kind as to explain precisely what happened that day?"

Tibirius scratched his jaw. "I was part of a rescue operation that went... wrong."

Geta’s eyes widened. This could not be true.

"I was supposed to get Caracalla out," Tibirius continued, "but he didn’t recognize me. He had forgotten that I was once part of his protection guard before I had joined Lucius's."

Geta shook his head in disbelief. His midriff hurt, right where the arrow had hit.

"Caracalla stabbed me when I tried to extract him, so I had to knock him out. But then I lost consciousness myself from the injury and blood loss. When I woke up, I was in the infirmary."

Tibirius paused, glancing at Aelius before continuing. "Agrippa—who was assigned to protect you, Geta—was also part of the plan. He found Caracalla. Laurentius was also present."

Geta shook his head again, over and over. "No." The next words came into his ears as though he was underwater. everything slowed.

Tibirius pressed on. "Laurentius, believing Caracalla had no pulse, agreed to let Agrippa take him to sea, to set his body adrift on the open waters."

Geta's breath came in ragged gasps. He couldn't get enough air. The room spun around him.

"Caracalla is alive?" he whispered.

"As far as we know, yes... but—" Tibirius hesitated, glancing at Aelius for permission.

"Yes," Aelius said, "tell him."

Tibirius nodded. "As Agrippa tried to bring him here, they were intercepted by the Alamanni. By then, word of the empire’s overthrow must have spread. As far as we know... he is still there, being held captive."

"How do you know?" Geta’s voice sounded high and strained.

"I have an alliance with them," Aelius interjected. "They allowed me to speak with him briefly a few months ago."

"What kind of alliance?" Geta demanded.

Aelius shook his head, smiling slightly. "Patience, cousin. All will be revealed in time. Let’s take it one step at a time, yes?" He studied Geta's pale face. "You look ashen."

Geta shook his head. "I need to know. Please."

"You will," Aelius promised. "I will tell you over dinner."

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Husker, Charlie, and angel (seperate) with a teen reader who’s often found hanging around the hotel, not because they’re a sinner looking to rehabilitate (they’re hellborn) but just cuz they’re bored and want some entertainment. Overtime husker, Charlie and angel have become older familial figures and really close to reader. So what if reader comes to them one day and admits the real reason they’re always at the hotel is bc they’re being sexually abused at home? Sorry if you don’t feel comfortable with this, I’m honestly feeling a but uncomfortable requesting it but the comfort is much needed

If ya don’t wanna write this it’s ok just let me know pls

Auther note to requester: Of course, I'll write this, I also need comfort on this stuff, so yea. I had a bit of a writers block, and this is also not my best work, which I apologize for. Plus, I apologize for this coming out so late.

I have no idea why husks section is so short😭

All plotonic

Gn reader

The reader is shorter than Angel and Charlie and the same height as husk, btw

TW: slight descriptions of injuries and mentions of signs of struggle

Masterlist

No one should hurt someone like this

You loved hanging around at the hotel. You enjoying the chaos of the residents

You were there basically every day

You got very close to the bartender at the hotel

Husk was like an acutel father to you

He would always talk to you. Sometimes, he would show you magic tricks, and you loved it

One day, you seemed so sad

So Husk decided to wait until everyone's out of the lobby and ask what's up

Once, you had the courage to tell him he got angry at the ones who were supposed to raise you and nurture you.

But before he would do anything to the ones at your so-called 'home' he would comfort you

It might be a bit awkward, but he would do his best

He might even ask Charlie to let you stay at the hotel as an official resident

After comforting you, he would wait for the day he beats the ones who hurt you assess

Charlie was confused as to why you would hang around at the hotel for you being hellborn like her

But she let you stay thinking that even you, a hellborn, was supporting her hotel

After a while of being at the hotel, you and Charlie bonded quite nicely

She was like a super cool, bubbly, older sister to you

Compared to basically everyone in hell, you generally vibed with her, for some reason

Now, one day, you just weren't at the hotel

And then the next day

And the one after that

Now Charlie was worried, so she got the forms that tells where everybody lives and makes her way over to your adobe

Charlie walked up to your door and knocked the knocker three times.

No answer

After waiting for two minutes, she knocked three times once again.

Again no answer

She knocked with the knocker against the door one more time, but to no avail.

No answer

Charlie knew you were in your house she could sense your aroa, and your aroa felt hurt, so she knew she knew that had to do one thing and one thing only.

Go into your house without your permission.

She had to go in to make sure you were ok. So she tried to go into your house. But the door was locked. So she unlocked the door with her powers and stepped inside, and goodness, the place looks terrible. The couch was flipped in the lounge, and other signs off struggle was obvious.

Charlie walked around the house carefully in case someone else was lurking in the house. After a while, she found herself in front of a door with your name on it. This was definitely your room. She opened your door with caution, and...

There was you.

On the floor.

Sitting there with your hands covering your face.

There were bruises on your body, and you were quietly sobbing.

Charlie gasped upon the sight that was displayed in front of her. You looked up at her. You looked, so... terrified. And Charlie hated it so much. She quickly rushed to your side and softly hugged you so as not to hurt you more.

"Hey, hey," Charlie said in a soft voice. "Are you badly hurt? And do you know who hurt you?"

"I-" you sobbed softly.

"Hey. Hey, it's OK, it's OK, take your time," Charlie told you in the most comforting voice she could muster.

"The, ones I live with, did this to me" you told her in between sniffles.

Charlie was angered on this fact but stayed with you and tried to keep her calm. All she knew was that she would make sure those assholes would be dealt with, biological or not, no one hurts her younger sibling.

Angel Dust, the porn star

A tricky fella per-say

How did you become friends? It's hard to say

But for me and everyone else, you are like 12 - 14 in his version, and since you are oh so young, he doesn't talk about that stuff around you, like he might cuse but that's cause everyone does that

Anyway, now you both are pretty close, maybe you both like to dress up to together or smthn

After a while, you kinda start feeling like Angel is your older brother like yall have so much fun together

So since you veiw him as such, you felt as if you should share something you think he'll know about, even though it's supposed to be a secret

You softly knocked on Angel's bedroom door. "Hey Angel, it's me, Y/N," the door opened to show Angel. "Oh Heya kid, how'ya been?" Angel asked you. "Oh, ok, I guess... hey, uhm, I wanna talk to you in your room." You told the sinner with an uncomfortable face.

"Uh, alright com'n in kid," he said, moving out of the way off the door. You both sat down on his couch. "So what's been troubling, you kid?" Angel asked you. "Uhm, well, I'll just show you." You said as you brought your turtleneck down. Once Angel realized what he was seeing, he was shocked, angry, and just sad.

There was a hikey on your neck. "Uhm, Angel, do you know what this is?" You asked him, but instead of getting a response back.

You got a hug.

A very nice and warm one.

Sooner or later, Angel was gonna kill those basstards that hurt you.

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You're mine - Ran Haitani (Tokyo Revengers) x fem Reader

Ran Haitani made your life a living hell and when his façade crumbled, you are left with emotions of fear and resentment. Your last resort seems to be nothing else but to escape him.

Warnings: Toxic relationship, verbal abuse, mentions of physical abuse (nothing too hardcore tho!), swearing, manipulation and my bad writing and grammar oops

Wordcount: 3409

Auther's note: I don't know.... I just wrote it down and hoped for the best honestly. Idk why but Ran just strikes me as someone who just would be overly manipulative and controlling in a relationship... though I could also see him being an awfully great boyfriend.. Well as you can see I went with the not so pleasant option. But I'll def write the other "trope" as well hihi. Enjoy!!

Ran Haitani had ruined your life. 

The warmth that once had surrounded the apartment, that had once surrounded you was replaced by a certain coldness. You longed for the warmth that had once surrounded your life, the warmth that had once been with you before you had met Ran. You longed for a life without the coldness that was brought by Ran. The only thing you could do to regain the warmth was to run away. You had to run away from this apartment, from this life and most certainly from Ran. That was the only way for you to regain strength and to go back to the life you once had, to regain the freedom that had once been part of your life. 

With that, you took all the strength you had left within you to pack your things. You grabbed what you could, or what could even fit within your two bags. Once you had grabbed everything you could, you tossed your phone, your jewelry, everything that was related to him on the bed. Before you left, you grabbed some of the money you had hid in the bathroom, so you could survive a few days before you had found a solution for the mess you had created for yourself. After grabbing the money, you had put aside, you left the apartment once and for all.

You already felt a little warmer after having left the apartment that had felt so cold before. And while you had your way out into the world your mind wandered back to the day you had met Ran for the first time. 

That day, you had decided to spend your day at your very own sanctuary, the bookshop café that was close to your old apartment. And that day, you really felt like you needed to read a good book with a cup of coffee to calm down yourself. The café truly felt like a safe space to you, where you could enter your own world and enjoy some time alone, sometime far away from any responsibilities you had in life. And no matter how hard life had been, a good cup of coffee and a good book would make everything a bit better. 

So, while you were reading a book at your own little table, a tall man dressed in a suit approached your table, putting a hand on the empty chair in front of you. Yet, you didn’t realize until he spoke up. “Sorry to interrupt… is this seat taken by any chance?” He flashed you a kind smile as he asked you about the chair in front of you. You looked around in the café, which led to your realization that the café was filled to the brim with people. Well, someone joining your table wouldn’t hurt, at least that’s what you had thought. “No! not at all!” you replied, indicating for him to take a seat right in front of you. “Thanks, it’s quite full at the moment.” He answered, sitting down on the chair in front of you. Only now you realized how handsome the man sitting in front of you was. He had downturned eyes, that made him appear rather sleepy, yet his hair was styled back, making it look clean and neat, as if he was ready for a business meeting. 

As you were admiring his features, he let out a laugh, which made you snap back to reality. “You were staring quite obviously, you know?” He pointed out whilst leaning back in the chair, watching as your face turned red. “God… I’m so sorry...” you said, hiding your face behind the book to avoid his smug demeanor. “No, don’t be! I mean, you caught my eye as well.” He said, tilting his head to the right, whilst smirking at you. 

That’s how it all started. 

Over the weeks, you and Ran met regularly at the café and the more you met, the more you got to talk. The both of you were talking about everything that came to mind and it later even turned into deeper conversation or one of you sharing advice about a problem the other Person might’ve had at the given moment. 

Even if you needed help, Ran seemed to be ready to help you whenever there was anything bothering you, whatever it had been. This led to you seeing him at least twice a week, whether it was at the café or even at your old apartment or even his. The more you hung out with him, the less you seemed to have time for your other friends. Of course, your friends didn’t mind at first, quite the opposite, they were glad you had found yourself another friend that seemed reliable. Yet, after some time they seemed to notice that you barely hung out with them and if they asked you to hang out, you always mentioned that you were meeting up with ran. After a while your friends grew tired and some even stopped contacting you, they were probably sick and tired of you rejecting every suggestion you had made. 

And even then, you went to Ran to tell him about this.

“Are you serious?” He gasped, plopping down on the couch of your old apartment. “Yeah, Lia and Meng have stopped texting me! They said I was hanging out with you way too much!” You said annoyed yet sighing to yourself. Ran laughed bitterly. “They’re just jealous of us! If I were you, I’d let them be Y/n.” You looked at him as he said this, not sure what he meant by that. “If they really cared about you, they wouldn’t mind you hanging out with me that much.” Ran said, placing an arm over your shoulder to pull you closer towards him. You sigh to yourself once more. “I guess you’re right… if they really cared, they would have stayed…” – “Exactly my dear.” 

And of course you continued to hang out with him, letting your friends go completely. The more you hung out with him, the more you felt connected to him, attracted even. 

Then you fell for him. 

One time, the two of you decided to meet up at a rooftop bar, a bar where he had never taken you before. You had made sure to dress up appropriately for the occasion, well you dressed up for him. It was safe to say that you had thought it was worth it, because he made sure to show you how much he had appreciated you dressing up for him.

 “You look amazing my dear.” He complimented you, pulling back the chair for you, which made your cheeks turn red. “Awe thanks Ran...” You thanked him, sitting down on the chair he had pulled out for you. After he sat down as well, he ordered the both of you some drinks. “How have you been today my dear?” – “Just fine! A bit stressful at work, but otherwise all good!” You answered, smiling at him kindly. Of course he smiled back, leaning back in his chair. “But my dear, I told you to stop with work, I can pay for everything you know?” His smile vanished, a concerned face replacing his kind smile. “Awe come one, I can’t ask that from a friend!” He chuckles slightly. “That’s quite funny… I’ve been meaning to ask you, if you wanted to be my girlfriend.” 

You held your breath for a second after hearing what he had said just a little while ago. The way you reacted to his confession, earned you a laugh from his side. “Did I startle you?” He asked jokingly. “Yeah…” you answered. “I mean… yeah... I would love to be your girlfriend!” A kind smile appeared on his face the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend. 

It all seemed so innocent and perfect. 

As a matter of fact, you were just naïve. 

You were blinded by love, so blinded that his imperfections stayed hidden behind a façade, a façade he had put up for you. But even that façade crumbled after some time, only to reveal who he really was. 

And you hated every second of it. 

The moment his true colors showed, things changed drastically for you. 

Arguments arose frequently, and more often so because something you had done or said wasn’t up to par for him. 

Worst of it all, was that he talked down on your family. He made it seem, as if your family didn’t give a shit about you, he made sure you believed he was the only one that cared for you. Back then, you believed him. Everything that came out of him seemed so sincere to you, as if he wanted to make sure you were safe. Yet, the more he was able to get you away from your family and friends, the lonelier you felt, even with Ran by your side. 

But even to this point you believed that ran had nothing else in mind than your well-being, even when he got harsh during arguments. He meant well. That’s what you had thought.

One night, Ran invited you to eat out at a quite expensive restaurant on the heart of one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Tokyo, Minato. You had dressed up for the dinner and so he has he as well and it all seemed to be perfectly fine. Both of you had talked about your days, what had happened and so on. All was fine until Ran’s demeanor suddenly changed, upon you talking about a male coworker you’ve had. The once kind Ran who’s been sitting there, listening to you attentively was suddenly long gone. Instead, a sinister smile was lingering on his face. 

“You know,” Ran suddenly said, his voice smooth but carrying an unsettling undertone, “I’ve always believed that true loyalty is built on trust and control.”

 His words sent shivers down your spine. You weren’t entirely sure what you should answer to this, so you tried shifting the conversation into another direction and it seemed to work for a little while until it shifted back to you. Back to you and your lifestyle he seemed to criticize and despise.

As Ran poured more wine into your glass, his eyes never leaving yours, he stated. “I just want what’s best for you, Y/n. Sometimes, the people closest to us don’t always have our best interests at heart.”

Ran’s words echoed in your mind, creating an uneasy feeling within you that seemed hard to shake off. As the night continued, all you could think of were Ran’s words. It made you think. Even the night was spent lying awake because of his words. You thought of if he was right. If he was right about the fact that he was the only one that meant well for you. 

And for the time being, you really thought that he did mean well. 

Until the both of you got in a heated argument about work. Work was essential to you; you’ve been working hard to be able to work within your preferred line of work. You’ve put so much blood and sweat into achieving this that it was unnegotiable to you to just give it up. Ran however, seemed to prefer if you stayed back home while he went to work, providing for the both of you. At first it looked like an upright suggestion of his, until he dismissed your wishes of continuing to work. 

He tried to sound nice at first, suggesting it would be a better choice if you stayed home so he could provide for the two of you. But you weren’t having it, so you fought back. 

You learnt quickly that you had made a mistake and he made sure to make you regret it. 

“I’m not stopping with work. Especially not because you don’t want me to interact with my male coworkers.” You stated, trying to assert independency from Ran. There were boundaries that you wanted to keep and to you they had to remain uncrossed. “That’s not what I’m asking of you. All I’m asking of you is to put away what’s keeping you from me. And clearly work is one of those things.” He blurted out, already getting a bit louder. “Alright. I appreciate you coming forward. But work is quite essential you know? I’m not dropping work for you.” 

It was quiet for a bit, until Ran’s demeanor shifted from charming to terrifyingly cold. He grabbed your wrist in a vice-like grip, leaning down until your faces were inches apart from each other. “I’ve done so much for you. For us. And this is how you repay me?” His eyes flashed with anger as he stared you down. “Excuse me? I have never asked for this. You just forced all of this on to me!” – “You’re so fucking ungrateful. I did this all for you. Because I love you.” You scoff at his remark. 

His grip around your wrist tightened upon hearing you scoff at his words. “You don’t understand what love is. Love is loyalty. Love is obedience.” You wince in pain, trying to free yourself from his grip only to be yanked back harshly. “That isn’t love Ran. Love includes freedom and trust. But all you want is to control me.” While speaking your mind, tears welled up in your eyes. You were frustrated and most definitely hurt. All this time you thought Ran only wanted what’s best for you, but in the end his façade dropped, revealing a man that only sought to manipulate and to control others to fuel his inner ego. 

His other hand came up to your face, roughly brushing away a tear. “You don’t get it, do you? Without me, you’re nothing. You need me.” You wished for it to be false, but you knew that he was right. He’s been manipulating you for months, making sure you were dependent on him in almost every aspect of life. You needed him and you were aware of it. You wrenched yourself free from his grip, sobbing as you held your wrist with your other hand. You tried to create some distance between yourself and him as you were afraid of harsher consequences. 

“I’m trying to make things right for the both of us. So, appreciate it.” With that he stormed out of the apartment, leaving you by yourself. This made you realize what situation you were in, and you were certain that you had to leave him to regain your freedom again. 

After the fight you had with him, things only got worse. He became more controlling and more manipulative over time, even making you quit work completely. 

It was unbearable to you. 

And that puts you to where you were right now. You decided to pack your bags and leave, as this was not the live you wanted to live. After you had left the apartment, you immediately made your way to the train station, your tickets to Osaka were already paid for a few days ago. There was no denying the fact that getting into the train already made you feel a lot better than you felt back at the apartment. 

A smile appeared on your face as you took a seat on the train, watching as the train left the main station in Tokyo through the window. You were hoping for a new beginning in a new city, a possible calm and boring life as you’ve had it before meeting Ran. That’s all you really wished for, to lead a normal life. Because of the calmness that overflowed your body, you fell asleep on the train, and it was safe to say that you haven’t slept this well in a while. Because when you arrived in Osaka after an hour of being in the train, you woke up having a lot of energy within you. You felt as if your strength that you’ve seemed to have lost after being with Ran, was back and it truly felt great. 

In Osaka, you went to the apartment that you’ve rented out for at least 3 months, especially so you could get your life back together. It felt even more freeing when you arrived at the empty apartment. It felt new and it felt freeing. 

You had regained freedom again. 

You spent the rest of the day hunting for new jobs, anything that would get you at least a bit of money for the time being. This time, there was no Ran that would pamper you with money, no, this time you had to look out for yourself. At times it felt nice to be pampered, but your freedom was worth far more than a man pampering you, hoping to control your life the way he likes. 

It finally felt as if you had regained control over your life. 

You smiled to yourself as you closed the laptop, leaning against the wall of your new apartment. Closing your eyes for a second, you enjoyed the silence that you’ve barely experienced with ran, as he always picked arguments with you. 

The silence was disturbed by your belly growling, indicating you that it was time for a dinner. And since you didn’t feel like going out tonight, you ordered some dinner online. You made sure to unpack some of the stuff you were able to grab before the food arrived. After a while the doorbell rang, so you immediately made your way to the door to open it. As you opened it, you were greeted by none other than Ran himself, who stood there leaning against the doorframe while holding the food you had ordered in the other.  

“Well well. If that isn’t my dear Y/n.” He said whilst looking down on you, his eyes filled with nothing but anger. Your first instinct was to slam the door shut, however since Ran was stronger, he was able to stop you. “That’s not how you greet your lover my dear.” He made his way inside, slamming the door shut in a harsh manner. Once he was inside, he put the food on the table, his back still turned towards you as he spoke. “I really thought you’d be smarter than trying to run away from me. But I guess that’s on me for not being harsh enough on you.” 

“We… we’re done…” You uttered quietly, even if you wanted to sound harsher or louder, his presence quieted you down. It didn’t matter how harsh you would sound anyway. He’d always be harsher. 

He laughs at your response, finally turning back to you. “You don’t actually believe that do you?” He stepped closer towards you, his eyes fixated on you. You tried to get away from him. He, however, grabbed your wrist harshly, pulling you back to him. His grip tightened with every attempt you made to wrench yourself out of his clutch, it was no use. “You are mine. You are in no position to decide whether you get to leave or not. Understood?” He demanded harshly, his grip around your wrist still tight. You on the other hand were out of breath due to panic. His presence made you feel suffocated, you couldn’t say something even if you wanted to give him an answer. 

“Do you fucking understand?” He asked you again, this time his voice louder than you’ve ever experienced it before. Tears were starting to form in your eyes, due to the sudden shock of the whole situation that arose and escalated within minutes. This led to him raising a hand, is if he were about to hit you. 

“Y-yes…” you muttered, your voice smaller than ever. “Louder.” He demanded harshly, towering over your trembling body. “Y-yes…” you repeated, this time loud enough for him to clearly hear your words. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it my dear?” He said, smiling kindly as his once raised hand now stroked the top of your hand in a kind manner. 

“Time to go home my dear.” He said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You nod in response, which earned yourself a proud smile from his side. “See? You’re learning quickly.” 

Ran had ruined your life. 

And you knew that there was no way that you’d be able to get the life back that you once had. Ran would be the one to control your life. 

You just had to accept that, whether you liked it or not. 

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hold you tight

yandere!jay x gn!reader

warnings: kissing and yandere behaviour

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you were on his bed laying down facing away from him, thinking of a way on how you could leave. leave far away from his psychotic ass.

“what’s the matter baby? is something bothering you?” the voice next to you spoke out amidst the silence, you just wanted to punch him in the face everytime he opened his mouth but you knew you couldn’t.. you were afraid.

“n-nothing im just more comfortable like this” you stuttered, voice low

“dont lie to me y/n, you know you can tell me anything” his voice was so sweet, but you knew it was all an act

“i know..” you said as he lightly brushed his fingers through your hair

“turn around darling, i wanna see your face” he moved his fingers away, you turned around to face the man in front of you with a cold face

he caressed your cheek with his thumb, admiring your face that were on the verge of tears

you couldn’t hold it anymore, you looked away from him, a tear running down your cheek as you tried moving his hand away from you but as to no avail, he grabbed ur hand roughly and stared right in your eyes

“what’s wrong baby?” his voice sounded more worried, the grip on your hand says otherwise as he wiped your tears away with his other hand, you tried to form a sentence but you end up mumbling random words hoping he’d leave you alone

“hm?” he held ur jaw up, making you face him

you managed to move away from him, not wanting to be any closer with the man on the bed

“let me leave jay..please i wont tell anyone i swea-“

and with that he grabbed you, pulling you in his embrace as he hugged you tightly as you broke down even more with your head buried in his chest, trying to pull yourself away from him as he caressed your hair and kissed the crown of your head ignoring your cries

“leave where honey? you don’t listen do you? you wanna see what i’ll do to your family.. want them to turn out like the others? or maybe your little friend? taehyun would be fun to play with dont you think” his demeanour changed when he brought your boyfriend up, smiling. threatening you.

you lifted your head as you shook your head with pleading eyes. he had already murdered your friends that were trying to help you during your first attempt of escaping and no no no you didn’t want him hurting more people especially when that person was your boyfriend..

jay looked at your crying face, the way your eyes were shining due to the tears, you looked beautiful to him.

he leaned to you as both his hands were on your cheek, his strong grip telling you not to move or else, leaving a long and gentle kiss on your lips that were already puffy at this point from all the crying

he slowly pulled away, wiping the tears off of your face, moving strands of hair on your face that were covered in tears to look at you ever so softly

“this is your home now baby, i’ll always be here for you, you’re safe here with me.” he held you tightly just like before, not wanting you to leave his embrace

“i love you y/n”

all you could do was just lay there with him, eyes puffy, not being able to do anything without making him mad, you couldn’t do anything, there was no escape.

you were stuck with him.

“i love you too jay..”

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authers note: my first post !! let me know if you guys like these type of posts by interacting >< i’ll start writing more yan!enha cz i have more ideas up my ass but im just so lazy to write (but if you do have suggestions feel free to suggest i might write them)

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kjoev part 7 junkook gets kidnapped by charli cxc

auther's note:: hey guys this is my first time posting another part to this fic you can read the oter ones here at this linkhttps://strxnged.tumblr.com/post/737020867456942080/lover-part-5-because-you-guys-have-neen

so basically in this fic you are jimin's girlfriend and you're there when he gets kidnapped and you have to get him back like the olivia rodrigo song. the one that goes i wanna get him back

its really important to me that you guys like this so let me know if you dont like it and i will post a better part soon i pormise

trigger warning death and blood

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jimin is walking down thhe street with his best frinds, gjungkook and rap mosnter. suddenly jimin feels a hand on his neck and he is uplled int oa sleek black limozine. they tie a rope around him his hands and legs. to the car.

thten suddenly the car hi a bump and fell over onto a girl lap. jimin looked up. it was her? charli cxc looked at him and said "shh be quiet we're going somewhere where nobody will find you"

"jimin shouted you can't do this i have a job i have to get back to my fans and my girlfriend"

"don't worry baby mochi there's no military where we're going. baybe"

his orbs widened into big circles on his face. he dropped his jaw. "no we can't Go there I have a friends who will find mme and kill you."

then Charlie showed him a song that went The airport. The airport. the airport. "This is mine," she told him possessively. "You know im famous."

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"It cant be said jin

the car went one meanwhile you were in the passenger seat at the front with the driver because you saw it happen and youu broke into the car so that you could save your talented and beautiful boyfriend from being kidnapped except you werent didn't know hoat to stop the car while it was going because there was a driver in the drivers seat and he had the music really loud.

"I'm coming for you baby," you told jimin who was in the back of the limosseine. "I got you baby. Charlie can't hurt you now."

Then fangs grew out of your mouth and you sunk your teeth into the driver and then you tackled Charli xcs to the floor to so that you she couldn't move aymore. Then you sucked. Hard.

All the blood left her face as you sucked the blood from her veins and int o your own veins. She tasted good.Yso good you forgot that your boyfriend who had been kinaped was watching. "I'm i got you babym y"

The two of you ran out of the old building and set it on fire. Then jungkook picked you up and wrapped your legs all the way around his waste into a knot . and he kissed you like his life depended on it. You could feel his tongue snaking into your fanged mouth as you opened your mouth to allow him entry. Then everything went black

the end of part 6 guys please let me know if you ant to know what happens next in Love the series

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Saint-Just – Robespierre relationship described by XIXth century (1st half) historians

If Vinot with his Pls do not misinterpret can be considered as ‘how it’s going’ than that’s ‘how it’s started’:

François Mignet “Histoire de la Revolution française”, 1824.

“Unlike Robespierre, he [Saint-Just] was a man of action. Robespierre, understanding how much benefit he could get from this man, attached him to himself the time soon after the Convention started its sessions. Saint-Just, for his part, was charmed by the reputation of incorruptibility Robespierre had, his austere life and the closeness of their beliefs."

They are not a mentor and a disciple, but equal colleagues, though a big friendship is not implied either. Saint-Just has little "screen time" in this book, but when he appears he acts either out of his own will (the accusation of Danton is fully his and Billiaud will and work) or out of his and Robespierre unanimity.

That is how he encourages robespierre before Thermidor:

"Saint-Just, who understood from their [CSP members] silence, from some words escaped, from embarrasment or enmity on their faces that there was no time to waste, urged Robespierre to act."

Thomas Carlyle "French Revolution: A History", 1837

Strangely, he didn't finde a place between his wordplay to say anything on our matter. And thanks god, because it would be ablolutely ahistorical, just look how he describes Saint-Just:

Alphonse de Lamartine "Histoire des Girondins", since 1847

"At that time Robespierre and young Saint-Just, one already famous, the other still unknown, lived in that familiar intimacy wich often unites a master and his disciple."

"It was him [Saint-Just] who, in endless conversations during the long nights under Duplay's roof, fought what he called weaknesses of Robespierre's soul and his disgust with shedding the king's blood."

"Robespierre was the only one man who Saint-Just worshiped as a suprime thought regulating the Republic."

Lamartine depicts Saint-Just always translating Robespierre's will in the Convention, but in privat he, from the very beginning, has his own mind and, closer to the end, begins to dominate.

(Now I feel that I have to notice that it's not me quoting only about Saint-Just, but Lamartine seeming to be uninterested in Robespierre in this matter. Anyway, this book has Saint-Just striping so it's still good.)

Louis Blanc "Histoire de la révolution française", since 1847

"He had a misterious attraction to Robespierre, an irresistible one that defeated him, that survived their fall and was preserved even on the eshafaud."

"Robespierre himself, already partly changed by the endless persecutions by Gironde, couldn't resist. And everyone noticed that his blood soured and altered in his veins when he put on the Deianira's shirt that was to him a friendship of Saint-Just."

Though the last quote presents Saint-Just in a bad light, the author is actually pro-Saint-Just. I was shocked when I went thorough my bookmarks and found out that this two quotes are the only one (except the one in wich the auther is extremelly disappointed by Robespierre finally followin Saint-Just in Danton Execution Question), since it was the book that made me believe in their outstanding friendship. And then I realised that it just depicts them here and there, colorefully and with details, agreeing and arguing, being good pleople, not being good peaople and so you conclude by yourself: there was a Feeling.

On this good note I cease.

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Noted

!Leon S. Kennedy x Male Reader!

summery: You always flirt with Leon, getting him all worked up for nothing, so when Leon finally got the chance to get you back he took it immediately.

Authers note: I've officially read every single Leon x Male reader fic, so I decided to tribute too like the good samaritan I am.

!Warnings!: nsfw themes, amab terms used for both Leon and Reader, Hypothermia.

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The rain poured down like a thousand waterfalls, fog filling the air as you tried to find your way through the old abandoned village, Leon leaning on you, his hand clamped to his side as the rain and his blood drenched your black shirt in a mean color. You had to find shelter, to tend Leon’s wounds, to warm up in the cold winter storm. You were lucky there wasn’t snow involved yet, lucky that the mission was a success and that you were safe, sort of. 

You looked beside you, Leon’s feet slumped on the ground his boots brown and covered in mud his socks were already soaked and probably very uncomfortable. You praised yourself for getting water-resistant boots before the mission. Leon held his wound covering it the best he could after you told him to keep pressure on it. His face contorted into a painful look his eyes closing every once and a while as he breathed out shacky breaths. 

“Just hold on a bit longer”, you whispered although it was barely audible above the pounding sound of the rain.

Leon had been your partner for over a year now, working together on missions nonstop. 

The first time he got to work with you on a mission he was flustered non-stop, trying to shrug off your comments, and flirtations because you did and said it to everyone…right?

Well technically true, but you did like Leon, maybe not that much at first, but he kind of grew on you, and so did his blush.

Besides the flirty comments from you, you guys were a pretty great team, greater them most, hence why you were sent on missions together so much.

This brings us to where you and he are today, on a mission to retrieve some stolen virus, you didn’t have much details, just what it looked like, and you were supposed to bring it back in one piece for research. You had worked for the D.S.O. long enough now that you knew not to ask too many questions. 

The mission was supposed to be short and easy, you did the first part without any setbacks and finally, you were happy to wrap this up and go back to your apartment and relax. Maybe go to the bar if you are in the mood, maybe invite Leon to the bar? yeah, why not? You had formed a plan in your head already, it wouldn’t be out of character for you to ask him, your flirtations were honestly just part of your and Leon’s routine by now.  But your whole plan was destroyed when a storm came up making it impossible for the chopper to even get close to you and Leon. You were stuck.

Your relationship with your work partner was honestly fun, you were always happy to work with Leon, not only was Leon brave and sweet (and can kick like a mf). He was also funny, and ever since you started working with Leon you actually started to enjoy your job. 

Leon joined your team very early on at the age of 24, making you a bit more protective of him sometimes. "He’s just a kid", you’d say to your superiors every time Leon got dispatched on another life-threatening mission even though you weren’t even 3 years older than him. 

It started off as just harmless comments about Leon’s looks or just cheesy one-liners, eventually, Leon even started to form a few of his oneliners making you grin every time because yes they were bad, so bad that it was funny. But the more you were around Leon the more you started to care about him, even when you didn’t want to admit it, even when you thought you weren’t capable of ever falling in love, even when you didn’t want to, you’ve fallen for the guy, literally and figuratively.

The sun that had previously been shining was completely gone, you squinted your eyes trying to figure your the environment. The village that once was beautiful and would be a beautiful one to live in was now cold and decayed. The old cabins were barely holding up, especially with this weather. The wood creaked threatening to fall apart, even with centuries on its back the storm seemed to penetrate. 

Suddenly you spotted a house in the distance. It was bigger, the roof painted with green tiles instead of the straw roofing of the rest of the houses. The house is made of brick instead of wood standing steady in the rain. 

Your eyes darted back to Leon who still had a look of pain on his face.  “You’re gonna be okay”, you reassured yourself more than Leon, you weren’t even sure if he could even hear you, you’d be surprised if he did. 

You quickly made your way over to the house. You opened the door in a swift motion, your footsteps hard on the wooden floor as the water fell down on the ground with every step you took. The door slammed closed immediately the strong wind pulling it back with a hard smack. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding once the dry atmosphere of the house surrounded you. It was almost as if you had put headphones on that damped the environment, inside the house it was quiet, with no sign of danger. It was dark inside, you struggled to see anything. Your body was working faster than your head. You turned a corner leading up to the stairs, Leon was groaning in your ear as you almost dragged him up the steps. A slim hallway led to one door upstairs, you grasped the walls trying to stabilize yourself as you held on to Leon. 

The room at the end of the hall was as you suspected a bedroom. The sheets were a nice green the same color as the roof, this house seemed clean and new like the people had just left a few days ago. The sheets seemed brand new the wooden bed frame carved. You sat Leon down on the bed gently laying him down, not caring that his blood stained the sheets. “You’re gonna be okay”, you reassured again to which Leon responded with a grunt. 

The side of his abdomen did not look good. You got a few test tubes filled with herbs out and lit a candle on the bedside table giving off just enough light to see Leon’s wound.

You went to work immediately giving Leon a few sorry’s as you slowly lifted up his shirt. He was apparently horrible at staying quiet because with everything you did, he groaned or let out whimpers even after you numbed the wound he just couldn’t keep quiet. It was certainly something you would have to remember in the future.

“There ya go, all better”, you said as you wrapped up the wound nice and clean. Proudly looking back at your work, you were certainly no medic but it was less worse than you expected mostly because it was a fairly small cut and not that deep. 

“Thanks, doc”, Leon joked back to which you gave a wink. “I’m going to double check the house,” you said already standing up to walk away, grabbing your flashlight and toying with it in your hand. “You’ll be all right here?” 

“Yeah I’m fine”, Leon responded his voice slightly hoarse. “You’re always fine”, you quipped back with a grin and quickly left the room, missing Leon’s eye roll.

You thoroughly checked the house and even booted up the windows that were threatening to break with the gushing wind. Going back upstairs you tried to contact Hunnigan again but there seemed to be no signal. 

Leon was sitting up on the bed his radio in his hands as well. “Got signal?” You leaned back against the wall observing as Leon fiddled with the buttons. “Nope,” he sighed. Upon looking down at your watch you were shocked to find out it was already around midnight. The storm had combined day and night in one big tornado. 

“It’s getting late,” You ran a hand through your hair as you spoke. “You should get some sleep, let your body heal.” You walked around to the large fireplace placed in front of the bed, shoving some wood in and catching Leon’s eyes as you glanced back. “What about you?” 

“Don’t worry about me, get your beauty sleep”, you replied with a cheeky grin as you got your lighter out. 

“We can take shifts-“

“Not necessary, just sleep Leon”, you shot a look back cutting Leon’s sentence off. Leon let out a small scoff. But the bed shifted, and the small clang of a radio being placed on the nightstand was heard. You smiled to yourself as you sat down knowing Leon wasn’t fighting back anymore, leaning against the bed frame as you sat on the wooden floor. The fire illuminated the room in a warm color but left the corners dark and unpredictable.

The fire crackled over the sound of the rain against the one window in the room as a loud thunder erupted from the clouds. The fire was hot against your skin even when you weren’t even sitting close to it, it left a tingling feeling on your cheek as you felt your damp hair already dry together with your clothes. 

It was only then that you realized you were still wearing your cold wet clothes. It stuck to your skin as you tried to remove your tactical harness clipping it and letting it sit by the fire, you took off your belt, shoes, and socks as well as your shirt.

Even when your pants felt like hell right now you didn’t want to take them off, not with Leon in the same room. So there you were laying your clothes by the fire leaving you in only your cargo pants. 

“What are you doing” a voice croaked from the bed making you chuckle, you didn’t bother to look back instead staring into the flames. “Drying my clothes”, you responded. “Are you naked right now?!” Leon’s voice was high pitched which made you laugh. 

“Yep, I’m totally naked, dick out and everything”. 

“Are you being serious right now?!” 

You looked over your shoulder and could barely see Leon his face flush and turned away from you. Leon took the silence as an answer. “You weren’t serious were you?”, Leon sighed.

“You can check”, you invited keeping a strict eye on Leon to see if he would actually turn around. And slowly but surely you saw Leon’s head move just to take a quick glance. He immediately retracted his steps once he was watching. “You pervert!” You dramatically said taking a fake look of disbelief on your face. 

Leon covered his face with his hands hiding away from you. “How dare you!”, you placed your hand on your chest acting like you were deeply disturbed.

“You’re the one undressing next to me!” Leon said anxiously making you erupt out in laughter which he automatically mirrored.

“Go to sleep!” you laughed back. 

That night you didn’t sleep not that it mattered anyway because it seemed you and Leon were stuck. That’s right, you had watched the entire night with an aw-struck face as you watched the snow fall down. The ground was already covered with multiple inches of perfect white snow when morning came. And still, the storm went on and rain and snow came together with mud making the beautiful clear ice turn a dirty brown. 

By the time Leon woke up you had already gotten to explore the whole house finding enough food to last for at least a week, and by the looks of it, you would be stuck here for a while.

Leon and you kept tight in the bedroom since the fire was the only thing keeping you warm right now. You and Leon sat by the fireplace as you handed him some random can of soup you found and warmed up above the fireplace while holding one for yourself as well. 

“How long do you think we’re stuck here?”

You shrugged looking outside the window again the blizzard had covered the houses making the scenery seem nicer somehow. Specs of snow and ice slashed across the sky riding the heavy wind.

“For however long that storm is”, you lifted the spoon to your mouth softly blowing it before letting it touch your lips.

“And then just hope that we can get some sort of signal.” You sighed as you spoke the situation was really not looking good.

“We’ll figure something out”, Leon replied back hopeful making you smile. He was always more optimistic kind of funny how he can still be even now.

You sat in silence, sipping your soup while the fire brought warmth to both of you, sitting on the ground in front of the fireplace. It kind of reminded you of Christmas as a kid you’d sit in front of the fireplace waiting for Santa and playing in the snow outside later. 

Your eyes trailed back to Leon who was looking out the window, lost in thought as well. You decided it was time to strike up some conversation again before the silence became too much.

“How’s your wound?”

Leon’s head turned back to you and down to his side as if he initially didn’t know what you were talking about. “Yeah it’s fine”, Leon nodded as he spoke. “At least not infected so that’s good” he spoke with slight cheerfulness in his tone his hair moving with his head as he spoke. 

“You got lucky,” you grinned. “My very professional medical skills saved you.”, you said proudly. 

“Ah, yes, of course, where would I be without you?” Leon questioned back raising an eyebrow. “Probably Dead. So you should thank me honestly for saving you” You took another spoon of soup holding eye contact with Leon as you did. “Oh how will I ever repay you my brave hero”, he said putting his hand on his forehead as he dramatically spoke.

“Oh I certainly have some ideas”, you mumbled to yourself stirring your soup. Leon became quiet and you could quite literally see the redness slowly creeping on his face. 

After the wonderful breakfast soup, you and Leon decided to talk about a plan.

“I want to go outside and see if we can find any help” Leon announced putting down his knife on the downstairs table. 

You raised an eyebrow “You can’t be serious, do you see that blizzard?”

"Yeah well I want to check it out, maybe it’s not that bad, and maybe I can get a signal or something.”, Leon replied back sternly looking directly into your eyes with his blue orbs. 

“There’s no point, Leon, it’s best to just wait it out.”, you argued back, and your argument was true but to be honest you just didn’t want Leon to get hurt. 

“But what if they already sent help and they’re already here,” Leon placed his hands on the table leaning slightly as he looked up at you.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing, already tired of Leon’s stubbornness. “You’re still injured,” you pointed down to his side. 

“It’s nothing, why won’t you just let me go?”, Leon was slightly raising his voice. You leaned back against the kitchen wall your eyes piercing Leon’s in a silent battle of who would look away first. “You could get hypothermia.” Leon just scoffed at that, leaning back as well, standing up straight as if to look more intimidating which he definitely didn’t, well maybe if you were shorter but you’re taller than him so it just looked kind of silly. (I can’t take short people seriously) 

“I’ll be back in less than an hour I promise,” You opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you again holding up a hand to silence you. “And-, and I won’t go too far.”, he put on his puppy eyes which made you break away. 

“Fine,” you gritted through your teeth, ignoring how Leon smiled as he won the argument. “But if you die on me I’m gonna be real mad.”

“Yeah, yeah” Leon nodded putting on his jacket and backpack as well as all his tackle gear. “Be careful.” Leon gave you a firm nod before closing the door behind him with a loud slam.

The house felt even more quiet now. 

After an hour passed you started to get nervous he was supposed to be back already. It was stupid how much you were stressing out, walking circles in the bedroom profusely looking outside the window for any sign of Leon in the blizzard. You kept checking your watch over and over. When two hours had passed you started to freak out, contemplating if you should go out in the snow to try and find it.

Just as you were going downstairs to get your equipment and go after Leon the door opened.  Leon was standing in the doorway cold wind grasped your hair to stand up in your skin. Leon was absolutely trembling, not looking at you. 

“Jezus Leon”, you quickly ran over swiftly closing the door and looking at Leon to check for injuries. “Are you okay? You had me worried”, you patted down his arms checking to see if he was fine, he was he just seemed very cold, shivering. “Help” he breathed out, you quickly realized what was going on, you had even warned him about it. “Shit.” You quickly picked him up into your arm heading upstairs in a record of time, the fire was still going. “How bad is it?” You asked sitting Leon down on the bed and taking off his soaked coat that was covered in snow and ice by now. 

“I don’t know, one moment I was fine, and then suddenly-“ Leon groaned as your warm fingers touched his now naked arm. “Sorry,” you mumbled back. You got down on one knee and roughly got off Leon’s boots and set them aside. His socks were absolutely soaked you were impressed that he still had all his toes. “Can you move?” You stood up straight noticing how Leon was already staring at you when you made eye contact. Leon gave you a small nod. “It just hurts when I do.”

You held out your arm, signaling for Leon to balance himself with it if needed. “Stand up.” Leon leaned on you as you helped him get up. Your hands went down trying not to think of what you were doing, you were trained for this, it was protocol. But still, you couldn’t help but look away as you fiddled with the button of Leon’s pants, and then the zipper. You were trying to act as nonchalant as possible keeping up a stern face when in reality you were getting sweaty.

“You’re real stupid you know that?”, you asked going down in a swift motion to peel Leon’s wet cargo pants off. “I told you this would happen,” you continued guiding Leon to sit back down again so that you could remove his pants completely. “But you just had to check,” your eyes met his again he was blushing profusely hugging himself with his shivering arms.

“Lay down,” it was more of a command now because you were getting pissed off. Leon obediently did as you said laying down on the bed leaving enough room for you. After wrapping Leon under the warm covers and getting every blanket you could find you finally scooted up behind him trying to warm him as your clothes chest pressed against his exposed back. You couldn’t see Leon’s face but you already knew what he was looking like. You wrapped your arms around him, just like you learned in training, well maybe not totally but hey, this was life or death, right?

“Well?” 

“What?”, Leon questioned back confused as you kept spooning him. 

“Was it worth it? Did you find anything? Anyone?”

He stayed quiet for a while before finally responding. “No”

You scoffed and Leon could feel your hot breath on his neck as you did. “Then what was even the point”, you said disappointed.

Leon was getting fed up al this backlash from you only made him in an even worse mood, even when he was flustered with your arms around him he still found a way to be annoyed, or rather you found a way to be annoying. “You just got hurt for nothing”

Finally, Leon snapped he turned around. “Why do you care?!” His face was almost fuming but his eyebrows were scrunched up in confusion. You suddenly felt bad, and mostly embarrassed by the fact that his face was mere inches away from you. “Because-“ You couldn’t find the right reason even when there were a thousand you just couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

And the way Leon was looking at you right now definitely didn’t help, it stayed quiet Leon keeping strict eye contact with you while you kept finding other places to look at. apparently, Leon wasn’t faced at all by the fact you were so close and by the fact that you could just lean in and-

You noticed a change in Leon’s face his eyes averted down to your lips, and your heart raced in your chest. “I think we both know why”, you whispered making Leon look back into your eyes again while a faint blush painted his cheeks. He leaned in and immediately you did too, meeting him halfway into a heated kiss, even when his lips were cold you brought him all the warmth he needed.

You kept your lips connected with Leon as you propped yourself up on one elbow your head hovering over Leon as you penetrated Leon’s mouth, your hot tongue warming the inside of Leon’s mouth pulling out soft noises from Leon that went straight to your dick.

You tried to pull away to catch your breath or say something but Leon’s lips were on you before you could even process what was happening both his hands in your messy hair. You groaned as Leon pushed you as close as he could his body bare body pressed against yours under the sheets.

You pulled away again this time going straight for Leon’s neck, Leon’s head fell back into the pillow, and finally, you could hear all the noises he was making in his small pants and that soft whimper when you sucked too hard on his sensitive skin. 

It felt like a dream, because you had dreamt about it very many times maybe that’s why your brain had trouble processing the situation. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time”

“Oh yeah how long?”, Leon breathed back, you looked back up, one of your legs between Leon’s legs, your senses were heightened as your lips trailed further down leaving wet open kisses on Leon’s now warm skin, keeping eye contact with the younger man. “You don’t want to know,” you replied with a grumble as you sat up on your knees your eyes averting to admire the view in front of you.

Leon’s muscles tensed his face red his semi-hard erection pulsing through his boxers. “How far do you want to take this?” You asked your knees between Leon’s legs. 

Leon rested his body on his elbows the bed shifting in weight as he did. “I want to take this however far it can go”

You grinned leaning back down to meet Leon’s lips again making Leon tilt his head further back to deepen the kiss. Your hand traveled down Leon’s abs going over his abdomen and touching every bit of skin that you could get your grubby hands on. You toyed a bit with the edge of Leon’s waistband just to test Leon’s patience for a bit. “Please-” and there you had your answer so you complied your hand slid under the fabric making a whine escape from Leon’s mouth.

You started panting yourself your heart beating loudly in your chest as your head dipped down to Leon’s collarbone nipping at the skin there as your hand started stroking his length. Leon closed his eyes his hot breath on your neck. Everything turned out hot and sweaty, you didn’t know how it was possible in this condition but it did.

“Ah, shit” Leon’s voice was raspy and much higher than normal his face had a pathetic look on it like he was just asking to be fucked with his eyes, which he probably did on purpose. You kept a firm rith knowing better than to rush yourself. 

The fire made small cozy noises in the background, and all of a sudden you were happy to be stranded with Leon because now no one could interrupt you, nobody could come and ruin your fun.

You smirked at the thought. “Fuck, please!” Leon mewled out.

“What is it, baby? What do you want?” You again leaned backward admiring Leon’s erotic expression, his lips slightly parted, he wasn’t looking at you almost as if he was ashamed. “Use your words come on Leon”, you grinned as your hand sped up making Leon sputter our more choked moans. 

“You’re usually so talkative..” you teased leaning closer to his face. “Spit it out baby” As much as you encouraged Leon still seemed like he wasn’t obliging. You raised an eyebrow as Leon stayed quiet. So you decided to take matters into your own hands or rather out of your hand. 

You redirected your hand out Leon’s underwear finally grabbing Leon’s attention.

“No, no wait” Leon tried to get your hand back, reaching out for your wrist but you dodged his grabs and clicked your tongue in disapproval. You sat back with a slight smirk sitting on the bed your eyes piercing through Leon as he hesitantly looked at you. “Please-“ “What?” Again you raised an eyebrow seating your hands behind you on the bed. “You’ll have to tell me if you want me to continue” Leon looked at you stubbornly his eyes following the messy sheets of the bed before they met yours again. His dignity was fading by the second and Leon couldn’t figure out whether he liked it or not.

Leon’s puppy eyes met yours as he sat in shame “Touch me,” he mumbled out your lips perked up. You could press him on for more but you felt satisfied with the small response Leon had given you. “Good boy”, you praised signing him over to you as you patted the space between your legs. “C’mere,” Leon happily obliged, he sat down his back pressed against your chest as your hands immediately went down his body again.

Your chin rested on his shoulder watching everything you were doing to that poor boy. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?”, Leon shook his head biting his lips as your hands caressed down again. “Words Leon,” you said gripping his shaft. “Ah! Yes, it-“Leon let out another choked moan his head falling back onto your shoulder his hair tickling the side of your face. 

Leon was trembling in your grip his legs shaking as you embraced him, your free hand found one of Leon’s tits squeezing the muscle, massaging slowly as your fingers crept closer to his sensitive nubs, your rough fingers teasingly rubbing circles around the red ring making Leon’s heart pound loudly. 

The house creaked slightly the stone walls keeping you safe from the cold and whatever the fuck else was out there. 

“Fuck-, please fuck me”, Leon said his words reaching your ears but going straight down. You wanted to fuck his tight little asshole so fucking bad, to make Leon feel you for at least a few days, to truly penetrate him. But atlas you were hesitant, you knew Leon had experience so did you, but maybe this was just not the right setting, you were still in a workspace, and above all that Leon had just recovered from hypothermia. 

“Lee, I’m not sure”, You said your mouth stuck to his neck like glue. “We don’t got any lube or anything, I don’t wanna hurt you,” you replied genuinely concerned. “I don't care just- please,” the corner of his eyes caught yours in an utter most desperate look. And how could you say no to that?

“So stubborn”, you mumbled with amusement. You let out a small sigh your hand slowing down and reaching up. You kissed Leon’s cheek and Leon turned his head back slightly so you could properly kiss him.  “Okay, we’ll start slow yeah? See where it goes”, you said making sure Leon heard every word. Leon nodded and you looked at him for a second waiting for him to catch on. “Right, yeah, words”, Leon nodded his head hanging. “yeah, no that sounds good” he answered with a boyish smile.

“Great, now open up.” Leon was opening his mouth to protest but before he could get a word out of his throat you shoved your middle finger and pointer in his mouth without any warning, well technically you did give him a warning.

Leon moaned around your fingers his eyes closing as his tongue swirled around your fingers, his mouth adjusting to the taste and shape. You looked at him with a face of pride as you let him suck off your fingers. Once you got bored with it and the top of your fingers were starting to form water wrinkles, you removed your fingers releasing with a small plop a string of saliva that connected your skin to Leon’s lips before you broke it and moved them down. 

You went with patients at least you tried to, it was hard when there was a get moaning and whimpering in your ear with every move you made. One finger slid in easily, Leon tensed and shook everyone and a while shivers rolled up his spine as your finger moved to stretch him out. “Relax” you mumbled soothingly in Leon’s ear. Leon was already panting his chest standing proud as he arched his back into your touch. “I’m trying” You believed him on that front. “I got you all right? So just…relax”

Leon’s head nodded as he agreed in a slur of yes and apologies to which you chuckled. Leon wasn’t used to this, it was slow and passionate, you were actually caring for him caring for his pleasure not just toying with him for your own gain. 

With two fingers you got Leon squirming on top of them he was getting impatient and you could tell he wanted more. “Please-, I’m ready”, he complained, you slowly removed your fingers your lips sucking on the skin below Leon’s ear. “I don’t know”, you started trying to think this through, maybe this wasn’t the best idea, fucking your co-worker on a mission. You started to doubt this whole hookup in a whole. “Maybe it’s best if we just stop here, no hard feelings-“ Leon shook his head almost violently. “No”, 

Leon turned around sitting on his knees across from you on the bed. You looked at him questioning. His hair was messy his lips swollen with many marks on his neck that would soon become bruises. “No?” You returned Leon’s words tilting your head.

“We’re still on a mission Leon”, you reminded him to which he rolled his eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said under his breath. “You’re only thinking about that now?” 

“Yeah,” you admitted with a small smile. Again Leon scoffed. He looked straight into your eyes as he moved closer. “You’ve been flirting with me since the moment we met” Leon crawled closer his hand beside your hip on the bed his face dangerously close to yours. “I know you like me” Leon continued full confidence. You gulped as you leaned back trying to create some space between the two of you. 

Leon ignored it, his hands going down to unbuckle your belt while you sat there totally in shock at Leon’s attitude.

“Leon I don’t-“ 

“Oh come all that big dick talk has to come from somewhere right?” With that sentence all your thoughts and doubts were thrown out the window you tried to fight it but Leon was quick to go down and shut you up, grabbing your length and pulling it out of its restraints. “Ah- shit-”

His next few moves were quick time blurted together in pleasure his hole aligned with your dick his hand at the base of your cock guiding you while your eyes followed his every move. Slowly Leon lowered down sinking on you as his thighs straddled your lap. Leon’s eyes rolled back his face going from concentration to pure pleasure in a blink of an eye. 

All you could do was dig your nails deep into the flesh of Leon’s ass as your mind became fogged with a big cloud of pure erotic pleasure. “Ah- fuck baby slow down”, you pleaded with grasps feeling how Leon’s walls hugged you tight squeezing you. “Shit!” Leon moaned as he finally bottomed out his head falling on your shoulder. “Fuck” He let out a small choked sob. His hips slowly roll down on you making you groan. 

His dick was squeezed between your body his angry red tip leaking into your skin, rubbing against the fabric of your shirt with Leon’s movements. 

Leon’s pace was sloppy his face concentrated, trying his best it was adorable honestly, but just not pleasurable enough for you. You decided to just take a tiny bit of control, beginning to guide Leon’s hips at a much steadier and faster pace. “Ah- fuck!” Leon’s head fell back his eyes going up in ecstasy as you fucked him back making sure to delicately grasp his sweet spot with every thrust. 

You could tell Leon was trying hard not to cum, his hands anchored on your shoulders sweat dripping down his hairline. His whimpers became more apparent the longer you went on. 

“You wanted this didn’t you?” You panted. Leon’s mouth was agape as he closed his eyes. “Mhm mhm” he nodded frantically. “Wanted me to fuck you like this” you continued beneath your breath. Leon let out a loud moan as you started to rut against his sweet spot, drool was at the corners of his mouth soft sobs leaving his mouth. “shit-shit-shit!” Leon panted his words slurring. “I’m coming- ah- shit coming!” Leon mumbled incoherent things as webs of white landed on both your abdomen, and your movements became frantic trying to race to your own release desperately. 

Leon’s forehead landed on your sweaty shoulder his hot breath on your chest as you finally released inside him. Holding his hips as you slammed your chock deep into Leon not caring that Leon was practically crying on your shoulder as you did. He let out high mewls as your movements slowly came to a hold. 

The both of you sat there in silence panting as you came down from your high. You wrapped your arms around him. “You okay?” You asked genuinely worried that you may have gone too far. Leon let out a small huff of a laugh which made you instantly feel better realizing you hadn’t totally ruined the relationship you had with him. “Yeah…that was amazing” 

You smiled at that sighing with relief. “Oh thank god”, your thumb rubbed small circles on Leon’s back. Leon let out a small giggle. 

After another while of silence and your dick becoming uncomfortable in the wetness of your own cum, you pulled out making Leon whence. You muttered a small apology just as you had done when you treated his injury a day ago. How times change huh?

You gave Leon a kiss on the cheek, you found some towels after rummaging the house, you cleaned off Leon and after that yourself. 

“I’m sorry that I can’t give you proper aftercare, you definitely deserve it after that”, you grinned covering the both of you under the blanket spooning him once again. “It’s okay, you can make it up to me when we get home” 

“Is that so?” You playfully squeezed him. To which he giggled cutely.

“I didn’t hurt you too much did I?” You asked your worries over taking you once again. “Not really and besides I like a bit of pain.” 

“Noted” 

[lizziehatters-teacards]

Fading Embers Of Love

A ghosty bois inc. story

Chapter 1

NOTES:

Auther does not know anything about professional work environments and has a meek understanding of schizophrenia

Charecters are not accurate to their original selves

I wrote this feeling nostalgic cuz I was introduced to the mcyt fanfics through ghosty bois inc. please proceed to read with the idea that it's still 2021-23

First person naration from Tommy's perspective

Original idea has been proposed by

@/wolfythewitch

Inspired by fears to Fathom, woodbury getaway

Chapter 2

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I walk up the old familiar path. I remember how I use to run up this path every day after school. The same porch, front yard, everything. This place brings back memories, old fond memories. "Well there you go son! All your boxes outta' the bunker" the driver said as he puts the last of my boxes at the porch. "Thankyou good man, here's your pay, keep the extra change!" I gave him the money. He thanked me for the generous tip and drove off back to where he came from.

This house use to be my childhood home. I use to live here with my brothers and father. But that was before the fire. I lost everything that day. I remember how injured i was after that event. Everyone said it was a miracle i survived. But I'd say I was the most unlucky specimen then.

I stood at the door for a moment, only looking at the door. I shouldn't be nervous, there was no one inside the house, but there could be. Not a burglar, not someone living in rental. But apparitions, of the past.

It's no secret that I could see ghosts, i remember when i first started to see them. It was when the funeral took place, and every event that took place after that, till the day i turned 25 and even after that.

a deep breath in. And out. I unlock the door. I shouldn't be afraid. I walked inside to see everything was almost the same as i remember. Almost. Most of the renovation that took place in the home of the damages changed most of the interior infrastructure. I honestly wasn't surprised, i was expecting this, however i still was a bit disappointed (for no goddamn reason).

My aunt, Aunt Puffy, held ownership of the house after the incident, you gotta give her all the credit for not letting it be taken by some other landlord, or get demolished as it was already damaged. She renovated the house as a memory of her brother, my father. However she wasn't allowed to keep the house idle as it is, so she had to turn it into a guest house. The house apparently has a pretty bad rating (3½ out of 5 star rating) on the website, but i didn't pay attention, didn't care. I asked my aunt before moving in for a few days, instead of directly renting it from the website.

The main reason why I decided to come back after 14 years to live in the house was just to get away from the city life, and constant working hours as a content writer slash director. I might be boasting, but I'm one of the youngest content writers who are in high demand in the film industry. Even though it's an honorable position, it gets awfully exhausting, thus this get away.

Once I brought in the last of the boxes, I close the door and looked back into the massive drawing room. At distance, the living room was there and right opposite to it was the kitchen and behind all that was the door to the backyard. We did have a pretty big backyard.

I started to scower the house looking for the right room for me. I most probably just wind up in my own room. I walked into each of the rooms, and boy did they changed alot! My father's room has been changed the most, they forgot to add a bed in the room. Meanwhile my brother's rooms still had the replaced bed, but no other such furniture other than a cabinate and a small desk in each room. Even my room had it. It's just my room had a broader desk than theirs.

I went back downstairs to get my stuff. You know, I didn't mean to leave this house, I actually wanted to come back here after I got better in the hospital, it was hard for the adults to tell a 11 year old that his family is dead, and the house burnt down. I found out, when it was the day of the funeral. Well right before the funeral to be honest. But it was also then, when i realised I could see the dead. Only problem was I didn't know that those were the actual dead.

I remember, i couldn't walk because of the injuries the accident caused, so I had to be on a wheel chair, with a plastered arm and bandages accross the side of my face. While everyone was giving their speeches, everyone was looking up at the person who spoke. While i was looking down, not out of sadness, but out of fear. Everyone was wearing black, with a white rose in their pockets or hands. All but three people wore that. And those three people weren't meant to be there, standing.

I saw my brothers and my father, standing right behind their cascades. Three cascades aligne side by side, and right behind them they stood. I dont remember what happened but i remember them looking at me, or I think they were, that's when I first saw. You are probably thinking, i should have been happy to see them. But it was too painful to look at. Burns, and wounds, mangled appearances, almost like the zombies in movies. It was the most horrific thing i saw, but nobody else saw them, only I did. I was young, i was terrified. I tried to focus on what my aunt said, and i assumed eventually they will leave

I stayed till the cascades were sunk into their graves. Soon Buried. I remember how my aunt sobbed, i remember how i wept. But I kept looking down, as they didn't leave. I didn't recognise them to be honest. The fire impacted their looks so much that looked nothing but terrifying. They didn't do anything, they just kept looking.

I was the first leave after the barial. The elders complain that I had no emotion for my family, but my aunt stood against them just saying that it was too much already for a little boy to bare. But it was none of that, I just couldn't bare the awfully terrifying faces of them.

It was only after I was when I was living with my then foster family, that i realised who they were. Till then I've already seen more than 3 ghosts. I did tell my aunt, and my foster parent (who is my adopted father now), Sam, about it. I was then appointed with a psychiatrist (as if a therapist wasn't enough). I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, and they made me took pills for it. However the pills were of no use and I had to come clear to Sam about it. It sorta made sense thinking about it now, but at the same time it didn't.

[mushies-stories]

Keys: when in need

Juice x F!Reader

Summary: Exchanging keys can be a big deal but also a sign of trust and love. Reader gets a phone call with bad news while Juice is on a run. she seeks him out for comfort but settles with his apartment while he's away.

Warnings: None? pet names? crying...? The family problem is left open; we all go through some hard times, so I thought it fitting to leave it open for anyone who find it helpful to and comforting.

Authers note: i have a few ideas about how having a Key to Juices house is helpful and i think i might write like a little series for them. like nothing in order other than maybe this being the first with the how?

word count: 1867

Juice looked at you with a small smile while his hand dug in his pocket. “Here.” he says as he pulls whatever it was he was looking for. “This is for you.” he says and holds out a sing key on a keyring. You looked at the key then back to him, shocked that he was taking this step in your relationship. It made you happy while also nervous, no one had ever given you a house key before. You wanted to be closer however, it was just a surprise and a little out of the blue. Juice got nervous the longer it took you to respond, his smile faulted a little and his shoulder sagged just a bit. “You don't have to take it… I just thought-”

“I want it.” your words were rushed and sounded just as nervous as juice looked. You reached out and slowly took the key, eyeing it with a soft smile. “No one has ever given me a key before.” you confess. 

Juice relaxed a little with a soft chuckle. “That so? Well you're welcome over whenever baby.” he says with a crooked smile. 

Your own smile widens and you step closer to wrap your arms around his middle, his own came up to wrap around your shoulders. “Thank you juicy, I love you.”  you say into his chest.

He gives your shoulders a small squeeze and kisses the top of your head. “I love you too Baby.” he says with a goofy grin, happy you accepted his offer. 

A few days later you decided to make a spare key of your own and give it to him, showing him that you felt the same way and trusted him enough to have it. He showered you with affection and love over the whole thing and didn't complain when you told him you would prefer to be at his place, since he was so clean and his place was so nice.

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It was normal for you to text Juice and tell him you were going to come over or be there when he got home. You both had come to an understanding that his place was the normal meetup spot. You didn't mind your own place but Juice's apartment smelled like him, it looked like him and you felt comfortable there when he wasn't even home. He didn’t seem to mind it either, since it was naturally cleaner than yours anyways, something he tried not to tease you about.

There was a night however, he was gone for a three day run and would be back late at night. You had been given some news about a family member that caused you to spiral a little. With tears rimming your waterline you drove to Juice’s empty apartment in a daze. It was about 5pm when you pulled up and used your key to let yourself in. 

You left the door unlocked and kicked your shoes off. Still in a complete daze you went straight to Juice's closet and pulled down one of his black T-shirts. You pulled your own shirt over your head and replaced it with his. Climbing into his bed you wrapped yourself up in his blankets. The blankets and pillows smelt like Juice, like he was almost there with you. You felt safer, still lonely and sad but his scent and apartment helped soothe you enough to fall into a restless sleep. 

What you didn't know was that you had left your phone at home. Juice, who had tried to call you soon after you left to tell you he would be home rather late, had tried back all day. Every stop he called you once and then soon he was blowing up your phone just to make sure you were okay and every time you didn’t pick up his anxiety got worse. By the time they rolled into town Juice was making a B-line straight to your apartment. When he pulled up to find your car missing and your door unlocked with your phone inside he began to really panic. 

On auto pilot he rode straight to his own apartment, the last place he could look before falling into a full blown panic attack.

Juices felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders when he saw your car parked in the spot next to where he puts his bike. He haphazardly parks next to your car and practically runs up the stairs to his apartment. When he placed his key in the door however he found it already unlocked and the sinking feeling that something bad filled his chest again. He held his hand near his gun as he entered his apartment. It was quiet and dark when he stopped inside. Your shoes were laying upside down by the door but there didn’t seem to be any kind evidence of a break in. Relaxing his shoulders a bit he closed and locked the door behind him with a soft sigh. 

Slowly he walked to his bedroom. A small smile crept across his face when he flicked the light on to find you asleep in the middle of his bed. You were wrapped in his blankets and your hair was a mess around you. Juice really wanted to let you sleep, you looked a little like you needed it at the moment.

He was too anxious and worried for that however. You had left your phone at home and the door’s were unlocked. You know by now how much Juice cares about your safety, you should have known better and locked them. He kicked his boots off, for the moment not caring where they landed. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and gently moved the hair that was obstructing your face from him. His smile flipped quickly into a frown, his brows pinched together. You had been crying, evidence dripped onto his pillow. You had probably been crying for a while now and it broke Juice’s heart. His thumb came to swipe threatening tears from your tightly closed eyes. “Baby, wake up.” Juice spoke soft and gentle, trying to coax you out of your slumber slowly so as to not startle you. “C’mon baby, wake up for me please.” he asked again, now stroking your hair a little. 

Your eyes shift a little before fluttering open. It took you a moment to focus and realize Juice was there. “Juice?” you croaked out. 

When you sat up Juice couldn't help the giddy feeling when he saw you in his shirt. You were upset about something and you seemed to seek him out for comfort. 

“Your home… What time is it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes while you try and read the clock. 

Sitting against the headboard Juice wrapped his arms around you enough to pull you and sit you on his lap. You didn’t hesitate a moment and wrapped your own around his torso and laid your head against his chest. “Almost one in the morning, if i knew you were here i would have been sooner.” he said softly, rubbing your thigh with one hand while the other held you against him by your lower back. 

It took you a moment to remember how you even got in his apartment. You felt bad, you hadn’t said anything and left your phone at home. You looked up at him with watery eyes. “I'm sorry.” you say, voice clever but still only just above a whisper. 

Juice gave you a tender smile and shook his head. “I'm just glad your safe Babygirl, I was worried.” he told you. “What's going on, did something happen?” he then asked. 

You nodded slowly, remembering the phone call you got earlier that day and all the emotions you were sleeping to get away from came flooring back. Fresh tears filled your water line before falling quickly. Before your own hand could come up to swipe them away Juice was there, gently wiping the streaks from your cheeks and tucking your hair behind your ear. He let you take your time, slowly getting the words out. You hated how broken your voice sounded but you felt just a little better telling him. He reassured you over and over he was right there, take your time, he wasn't going to leave you alone. You managed to tell him everything you knew about what happened. He didn’t know what else to do at the moment but to hold and listen to you and for the moment it was just what you needed. Safe in his arms while you poured your bleeding heart to the man you loved and trusted the most in this world. 

With a shaky breath you finally  gave him a small smile, tears still streaming down your face. “I just… didn’t know what to do or where to go.” you said, as you snuggled closer to him. “I just got in my car and drove here.” you admitted. 

Juice smiled softly, he didn’t like the pain you were in but knowing he was such a big part of your life now just made him happy. “I'm glad you came here, wish you would have locked the door and told me so I didn’t have to panic.” he scolded you softly. 

You hummed in agreement. “I know, I'm sorry.” you repeated, you felt a little awkward now that he was home, actually there giving you the comfort you had been seeking when coming here. You couldn't help but apologize. Your tears continued to fall but lessened enough so your breathing could even out. Listening to Juice’s heart beat helped keep your head in reality. 

Juice shook his head again with a short low chuckle. “Baby, no need to apologize. I'm here for you and I just want to make sure you're safe.” he told you. “Next time maybe just leave me a message okay?”

“I will.” you agreed.

For a while you fell into a comfortable silence while you calmed down. Your tears stopped and your eyes felt heavy now. It was still late and you knew Juice must be exhausted. “You need sleep.” you say and go to stand but Juice's arms stop you from moving and instead pull you to sit with your back pressed against his chest. 

He nuzzled into your neck. “Not before I know you're going to be okay.” He says. 

You smile to yourself. He really was a good man. “I'm okay Juice, I promise.” you say and lean into his hold. “You’re here with me and that's enough, I cried it all out anyways.” You joke light heartedly. 

He kisses your shoulder and lets you back in bed before getting up with a grin. “Okay, tomorrow I'll make breakfast and we can do whatever you want, alright baby? I'm all yours.” he says while undressing, opting to take a shower in the morning and getting into bed next to you. 

You hummed in agreement and scoot closer to him, cursing up against his side and laying your head on his chest. You were glad he was home, now you felt like you could get some real rest and hold off your worries for a while.