#but please stop ignoring the themes and messages I beg you

[thatrandomblogsays]

Me: *reading a post that makes the joke “Peeta dropped the baby bomb, Gale drops bombs on babies”* haha good one

Also me: you’re missing the point! You’re missing the point! YOURE MISSING THE POINT! He grew up starving. His best friend almost died of hunger. Most of his people live in poverty. He watched children die in a bloodbath every year for the capital’s entertainment. The girl he loved went into the games. Was tortured by the capitol. His district was bombed out of existence. Nearly everyone he knew was killed. Their only crime was being fed up of being hungry and oppressed and sharing the same district as Katniss. All those innocent people. Murdered. He had to take refuge in a district that was bombed out of existence and forced to live underground. Of course he joined the war effort. Of course he designed unethical bombs and battle tactics. He wanted revenge. He wanted the capitol to have a taste of their own medicine. He wanted the rebellion to succeed. And tell me you could live through what he did, and that no part of you would be screaming for Justice and vengeance. Gale is you. You are Gale. He represents a part of feelings and actions that reside within us, even if you don’t act on it.

“But he killed prim!” Exactly! Gale loved prim. She was a second family to her. He looked after Katniss’ family. He saved them from the district 12 bombings. He loved her. He never would’ve put her in danger. He never would’ve put in order for a bombing if it would kill Prim. But coin would. And did. She took what was meant to be a tool of Gale’s righteous revenge for all the suffering he and his people suffered through, only for someone in power to take it and use it to kill someone he loved.

There’s some many lessons to take. We can’t control the things we create. War spares no one. Even justifiable rage and actions can end up rebounding and hurting those you love instead of your targets.

“He drops bombs on babies” is too simplistic of a takeaway and does a disservice to the story and Gale.

[inevitablysomber-dark]

hi luv, i have a request

reader gets badly hurt by rafe or put in danger because of his addiction. that’s like her last straw and she tells rafe she cant be with him if he keeps using. he begs n pleads but reader needs space

over a few days rafe acts crazy, sending her messages n shit saying how he’s gonna make it right bc he “loves” her. reader ignores him for a bit and then once she is ready, goes over to his to talk to him abt the relationship. when she gets there though she overhears rafe talking shit about how reader is the bad person for leaving him + invalidating the severity of the danger he put her in + is literally high on coke while going on this rant

she tells him off, he doesn’t let her leave, idk abt the rest i just see a lot of angst and possessive rafe💌

Of Bullets and Wounds:

Warning: There are some intense, nonconsensual sexual themes in this story, also domestic abuse, and injury. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Thoughts and Opinions are Welcome

You didn't understand how you let things get this severe or allowed Rafe to push things as far as he did despite your reluctance.

You probably figured things always worked out and you would be fine.

Unfortunately, that kind of thinking had you keeled over in immeasurable pain and panic as you held on to your injured arm for dear life.

Due to some incident that Topper had with JJ, Rafe, and his little trio, and had recently stumbled upon a firearm, courtesy of Barry. You didn't understand what happened, but something told you Topper had started it.

You couldn't say that to Rafe because admitting the pogues were anything, but guilty would ruin his little fantasy of them being the bad guys.

He lured you out of the comfort of your room for a date night, and somehow you ended up at the beach with the dream team, high and impulsive while playfully handling a dangerous firearm.

You were tired, you had been tired for a while now, and at this point in your lives, you were wondering when Rafe was going to grow the fuck up.

You sat beside a makeshift bonfire as they tampered with the weapon, mostly Rafe, consistently telling them that this was a bad idea and that maybe they should put the gun away and go home.

In fact, your statement made Rafe a bit more rebellious, and he seemed to get a bit more reckless with it.

Shooting out rounds to the ocean, laughing and trying to reassure you. You weren't having fun, not that the night had been a gaggle of laughs, but when the pit of your stomach began to churn, you felt that you needed to get out of the situation as soon as possible.

Rafe noticed as you got up and began to gather your things, and in his hurry to stop you, a bullet shot off in your direction.

Rafe had shot you.

It wasn't on purpose, but you couldn't help but think you wouldn't be in this situation if he had listened to you from the beginning.

The pain was unbearable, and it was all you could focus on as he carried you to the jeep and had Topper drive you out to the hospital.

"Let me see," he says

"Don't touch me," you cringe on the other end of the backseat, doing your best to get as far away from him as possible.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, but please let me see it," he begs.

You desperately shake your head. "No,"

"Just let me fucking see it," he was no longer gentle, and as his patience wore thin, he grabbed your injured arm and taking a look at the wound.

"It hurts," you start hitting him, hoping it would get him to stop pulling on your arm.

But that makes him angrier, as he takes hold of your neck, threatening you with a squeeze. "Stay fucking still," he growls.

You stop, the fear in your belly was spreading to your chest. He goes into his back pocket and pulls out his phone, turning on the flash to get a better view of your injury.

"It looks like a graze," he says.

You take a peek at the open wound, the skin ripped open as blood seeped out, but it didn't look like a hole.

"You're gonna tell them we were playing around at the beach, and you fell on a bunch of rocks."

You're taken aback as the lie flows effortlessly through his lips.

Once you get to the hospital, you tell them precisely what Rafe told you, and you feel like an idiot. He was by your side the entire time, acting as moral support while you got your stitches.

Topper took you back to the beach to pick up Rafe's truck, and Rafe took you home.

Before he can turn off his truck, you let it all go.

"I don't think this is working," you stare at your hands to avoid looking him in the eyes.

"What?" his voice deep and clear. He must be off his high.

"I'm not saying it should be forever, but I think we should take a long break," if you were being honest, you'd been thinking about it for a while and didn't think you'd ever return.

"Y-"

Before he could finish his statement, you jumped out of the truck, rushing to your front door.

"Wait!" he shouts, grabbing your injured arm.

You let out a strangled cry, emphasizing your pain.

"Look, if it's about the whole gun thing, I said I was sorry."

He didn't get it, and frankly, you weren't surprised. Rafe was incapable of thinking about any perspectives outside of his own.

"It's not just the gun, Rafe. It's the fact that every time you get high, you find trouble, and somehow I get dragged along for the ride. It was fun when we first started dating, but now I'm scared and tired." you heave a heavy sigh getting everything off your chest.

"Look, I promise to be better, just don't do this," he whispers, sounding desperate.

"No, we can't be together if you're going to keep using and acting out like this."

"Please"

"We're adults now, Rafe," you open your door.

"Please don't do this to us," he tries to push his way in, and despite going up against his strength, you manage to hold your own.

"Look, I just need some space, I'll see you later,"

Despite the struggle, you lock the door before pushing your back against it.

"What the fuck."

You really didn't want to see Rafe ever again. The night at the beach put things into perspective as you considered him a future partner.

In conclusion, he was very unfit.

Unfortunately, Rafe didn't seem to understand the concept of 'space' since that night. Either that, or he didn't respect you enough to give it to you.

He was constantly messaging you with love bombs, and I'm sorry's, With the last message alluding to him making things right and you effectively having him blocked since.

But that didn't stop Rafe.

He delivered flowers and chocolates to your home, even getting your mother to talk to you about how good your relationship was and that you shouldn't destroy it over a little spat.

He clearly didn't tell her what happened, and you had half a mind to expose his sorry ass.

You let the situation stew for about two weeks before finally deciding to talk to him.

You unblock him and ask to meet up, and he responds by saying anytime and that you knew where to find him.

As you walk up the steps to his mansion, you hear someone making noise by the pool in the backyard and decide to check it out.

When you get closer, you hear your name on what sounds like Rafe's lips.

"She's being such a bitch about the whole thing. It was a fucking accident. She's acting like I held the gun to her fucking face and pulled the trigger on purpose,"

When you look over, he's moving back and forth on the pool's edge, gun in hand, with agitated movements. He was very animated with the occasional tick, and as soon as you heard him sniffle and go to wipe his nose, you knew he was still using.

This bastard and his audacity, before you could walk away, he spots you calling out your name and quickly hanging up with whoever he had on the line.

"What that was-" as soon as he grabs your arm, you push him off and decide to face the Devil.

"Fuck you, Rafe. You're gonna grow to be a miserable old man, stuck to this fucking island, except you won't have daddy's money to ease the pain."

You get in his face, anger slowly building in your chest as you get louder.

"What's worse is that you won't be a kook. No, you'll live on the cut just like the pogues you hate so fucking much, you miserable cokehead,"

You huff as you try to walk away, but he grabs your waist.

"Where the fuck are you going?" he says, irritation laced in his tone.

"I'm going home, let go," you try to push him off, but his hold gets tighter.

"You're not going anywhere,"

You feel a cold heavy metal pushed up against your neck, and still.

"That's my good girl," he says, pulling you into the house and throwing you on the couch, with the gun still in his hand and facing your direction.

"Rafe-"

"No, I gave you the space you needed, you're done, and you're coming back to me." he sits next to you, gun still pointed your way. "Babe, you don't understand just how much I need you in my life. You can't just walk away from me."

He tries to pull you into a kiss, and in the midst of you pushing him away, he clumsily drops the gun.

Feeling a chance come up, you rush for it, but Rafe is faster and stronger as he slams you against the couch.

Your lungs struggle to breathe at the impact, and he takes this opportunity to lift your skirt and rip off your thong.

Pushing his fingers deep into your cunt, roughly fondling you as you try to fight back.

"Rafe, Stop. Please,"

He chuckles as if he thought of something funny. He flips you over without so much of a struggle on his end.

You hear his movement as he adjusts his shorts to pull his cock out.

He massages your ass, giving it a harsh smack. "This is all mine," he gives it another one. "Don't you ever forget that,"

He pulls your cheeks apart as wide as you can handle, and you feel the head of his cock poking into your entrance.

He feels so much larger as your pussy stretches around him. A thought then occurs to you.

"Condom," you say

"Don't worry about that. I wanna be the only thing on your mind," he quickly forces the rest of his cock inside you.

All it takes is a few pumps for him to catch a rhythm, hovering over you as he rolls your clit between his fingers.

You were so wet and didn't understand why. But Rafe didn't care, his enjoyment of the situation evident as his grunts became rabid.

"Fuck" he says as he flips you around so that you're facing him. Pushing himself back into your body. Exhausted by the situation, you just let it happen and let your eyes close as you felt the sensations.

" Look at me," he says. "I wanna see your face when I cum inside you,"

Your eyes open at his suggestion.

"Rafe, no!" you put your hands against his pelvis as you try to push him off. He just grabs them and pulls them over your head as he fucked you with more vigor than before. His other hand plays with your clit as you're forced into an orgasm, toes curled and back arched, with him following close behind. Filling you with his seed, a creampie forms as you feel it leaking out.

"You're gonna be stuck with me forever, bitch."

[liauditore]

Pssst if you’re still doing the shipping bingo, how would team rancher/solidaritek fill your bingo board?

OFC. RANCHERSSS ALWAYS AND FOREVER 😭😭

ok but.. real talk i think ranchers is like. my number two "I actually ship this no strings or footnotes attached" ship right after ethubs.

I am usually not one to be moved by ships that are just "they are fun and healthy together and love eachother" but oh GOD the ranchers. See I think the thing is they just.. make sense for eachother even if you don't expect it until the point they realise they're soulmates.

Jimmy's situation has been talked about to hell and back at this point but Tango is also very out of his element in the life series. He says himself that pvp is not his specialty and he doesn't have the time or resources to make his skill set shine. So he ends up either somewhat ignored or outcasted for most of the games. (<-- fyi fun fact this is where the whole 'mech pilot tango' idea came from lol. i feel like he'd have a dva-style mech outside of the life series)

In particular i LOVE his relationship with team BEST and I NEED desperately to talk abt it more. the way he's constantly talked over by his own teammates, intimidated, asked to sacrifice his own lives for their sake, "tango's Easy", etc. etc.

‘Cause inside, nothing’s fine It should be clear to prying eyes But I won’t let the feelings See the light So tell me, why should I even try? I’m frozen away in time

(Koala, Will Stetson)

They both have this habit of hiding their own insecurities behind a facade of boisterousness, but no matter how much either of them puff out their chests and raise their voices, their message of "please take me seriously" never seems to get through.

The Ranchers are just.. two losers against the world. and they inspire confidence within the other that they can't find in themselves. and yes the world forces them apart but you can Feel that influence they've had on one another in the background.

Guess I went and caved I wonder, is there another way? Because I want to believe That one day I’ll be okay So now, I’ll give it another try I can finally see with a clearer mind Even if the bumps in the road Might try to stop me, Still it’ll be alright Keeping it inside Isn’t clearing up the sky So you tighten your hand in mine Following the light like a cute Koala Laughing in stride

Plus I, uh... Unhinged but I have this thing with the life smp where there's this running theme throughout the story about how it doesn't really matter who wins or who dies first.

Because for every epic battle and every tear-jerking death there was fun and laughter and stupid, trivial drama before and in between and those little moments may not be as memorable or written down in history but they're what makes the series enjoyable. Yes, we're all gonna die, but isn't it cool that we laughed with eachother and made dumb jokes and adopted a frog and said "I love you" on the way there?

j-just like real life. life smp. evangelion moment im sorry

Though both of us will die one day Though this life is useless anyway When you’re here by my side, you make me feel like it’ll be okay And yet we laughed despite it all At this life which has no meaning at all Two lonely and broken souls leaning on each other’s sides I’m glad that you’re you, that I’m me, and for us two I’m kinda glad that you’re evil too When the day starts anew, hope I spend it with you I’m glad that I fell in love with you

(I'm Glad You're Evil Too, Rachie/Anthong translyrics)

The Ranchers epitomize that.

They are doomed. They both know this, I think. Neither of them can fight, they're left begging for scraps by session 2, no one on the server takes either of them seriously and they lost a life literally like 10 minutes into the first episode.

But they built a home together, raised livestock, stood up for eachother. and they were happy together.

and isn't that what really matters?

and neither of them are even aware of how much they really meant to the other one. the game ends. tango tells jimmy to go home. go. they certainly don't break up to the extent of Some Other Pairings In This Series but i like to think tango distances himself, thinking jimmy would be happier with his friends and not stuck with him. jimmy thinks the same. but they still wave hi and call eachother rancher and now they're running a salad restaurant together or something i guess.

It's just.. everything that gets the two of them condemned and made fun of in their other relationships is what's Celebrated in theirs. They can just be themselves, mistakes and silliness and imperfections at all, with no pressure to perform amazing feats and make amazing stuff and I think that's great.

um yeah i like ranchers.

[i-love-you-all]

The Costume Party

Inspired by the lovely Sova and Breach art in Elsa and Anna’s dresses by @cythanadiel. This story would probably be better with a Halloween theme but here we are in June :p (Edit: the creds for the costume idea should go to @hvstias!!!)

Sova loses a bet to Jett and is showing up the to a costume party as something that does not fill him with joy. Still, a bet is a bet, and at least he’s not alone. Plus, he’s been promised something else, so... (might also add a second part that fits in the smut AU series I have ongoing)

~1k words under the keep reading. No editing so fingers crossed there’s nothing super embarrassing lol

“Remind me again why you agreed to this?”

For what it was worth, this was a beautiful dress, and well tailored to his body. Sova looked over his shoulder at Breach, who was knitting his brows as he was carefully zipping up the back. He already did the reveal from the bathroom when he asked for Breach to help him out with the zipper. That meant that he already fended off Breach’s jokes and lust in the form of heavy touches and stifled giggles. His content hums in Sova’s ears gave away his smile, even if Sova couldn’t see it from his own face blocking it in the mirror.

“I made a bet with Jett about who would do better on the accuracy test. She chose Yoru, I chose Phoenix. Loser had to come to the party in a costume.”

“Fireboy let you down?”

“Four millimetres.”

Breach let out a whistle. “Damn. Well, tell him thank you.”

Sova looked at Breach through the mirror. He wasn’t too pleased with how the bet ended, but at least Breach seemed to be enjoying this. More like enjoying how much of his neck and collarbone were exposed. Since he finished zipping him up, Breach’s lips were pressed against his neck, whispering soft words that warmed Sova’s chest.

“Your skin is soft here, so sensitive. I want to get on my knees and just worship your thighs, your waist. I want to rip off this dress and beg for you and just imagine what that braid would look like in my hands as I—” Sova nudged him and scoffed at the dirtier sentiments. This was nice, and it almost made him feel bad about the second part. Almost.

“What are you wearing to the party, Breach?”

“Um… my basic clothes… why?” Breach pressed his lips against his neck one last time before looking at Sova through the mirror again. The vengeful mischief in his real eye seemed to give something away to Breach. “I’m not going to be your Prince or whoever she gets with in the end.”

“She doesn’t marry at the end, you know?” Sova said. “But… she has a sister with red hair…”

“So, you included me in this?”

“If Phoenix had won, then Yoru would’ve been in your position.”

“Mmm. Ok, yeah, that’s a deal I’d take.” Breach looked over his shoulder at the bed, seeing if he missed something when he walked in. “So? Where is mine?”

Sova walked off back into the washroom then lifted the second dress off with the hanger before bringing it to Breach. It was harder to maneuver around his arms, and Sova had to take care when helping Breach step into the gown so that his own costume wasn’t ruined in the process. Where Breach took his turn lavishing his skin with his lips, Sova was quiet and business-like. The only hint of care was when he let his hands rest on Breach’s v line, thinking about some of the things he wanted now that Breach had riled him up.

“Do you have some tissue?” Sova rested his chin on Breach’s shoulder. He rarely saw his chest tattoo outside of the bedroom, but here it was. Everyone would get a view to something he thought was just for him. He ignored the request for a second then started tracing the lines. Breach watched with a soft half smile, making no attempt to stop or rush him. When he was done, Breach instead walked off to the washroom before Sova could get what he asked for.

While waiting, Sova pulled out his phone to check the time. Jett had messaged him multiple times asking if he was coming or if she needed to hunt him down. He smiled at the sense of impatience he could just feel from the words on the screen, and almost missed the pose Breach struck as he walked out. His eyes were drawn up to Breach’s eyes then back down to his chest, where his hands were.

“Hey there, pretty boy,” Breach’s voice was low and seductive… and inviting. Sova walked up to him, unable to look from the curves on his chest. “My eyes are up here.”

Sova scoffed and walked up to him. Breach reached for his hands and placed them onto his chest. There, Sova could feel something soft against his breast, though it felt a little too real for comfort.

“All natural you know,” Breach laughed. “Or at least half is.”

He kept his hands on Breach’s breasts and tip toed to press a kiss to his lips.

“Though, it’s a little weird that these two are sisters and you agreed to us wearing this.” Sova rolled his eyes as Breach chuckled. “Sorry, did I ruin the mood?”

He folded his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes. “Jett is waiting for us.”

Breach quickly held onto his waist. With how thin the material was, it almost felt like he was touching his skin. Sova let himself get swept away with Breach’s antics, dipping him as far as he could for a kiss. When he was upright again, Sova tapped his shoulder and broke them apart. He was breathless, head still spinning from the dip and uneven on his feet.

“We’re going to be late,” he said between deep breaths, trying to control the pace. “We can continue this after. Promise”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll go get laughed at for an hour then come back.”

Before they left, he reached up to fix Breach’s hair into a bun, much to his annoyance. Still, Breach stayed still and allowed him to complete the look with a bun and green ribbon.

“You look cute,” Sova teased as he tried not to trip on the doorframe on his way out.

“I’ll look better when I’m naked and with my—”

“Guys! What took you so long?” Jett’s voice sounded from down the hallway. Sova looked at the light in her eyes and mentally made a deal with himself. One hour getting drunk like this, then the rest of the night with Breach in bed. He could handle that tradeoff.

[ofthedarkwoods]

Questions

Platforms currently?...

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Is rebloginging your art okay?

Yes of course reblog away! The more reblogs the better!

Are you okay with me uploading your art to other platforms?

As long as you keep the watermark & give name credits i dont mind, maybe even a link so others can find me and enjoy my artwork as much as you do. If I see on any platforms where no name credit is given (watermark deleted.. ect.) I will get it taken down, so please be respectful. Also remember not every artist is like this so always find the creator and ask no matter how long it takes or how little research there is. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother posting any artwork.

Also for mature content like nsfw & gore I beg of you to put warnings. If you can't put warnings then dont bother rebloging or reposting at all. My content is not made for everyone and any mature +18 content without warning will be taken down forcefully. Anyone who sees my artwork being shared without warning let me know please.

Is dubbing your art ok?

Yes that is fine although I would still love to hear you ask so I can research your account, find out more about you, and maybe even like and support you as well. Just remember to give name credit please.

What mature content are we talking?

I wish to post more content like gore and consensual type themes in the future for other adults to enjoy. I have been experimenting with my artwork and seem to have found myself drawn to it quite literally. I have been observing pastel gore and just love it. All this type of art will have warnings and if anyone reposts this should have warnings as well or else.

OH! Please note I WILL NEVER POST ANY INCE$T, PEDØ, CØMSHIP/PRØSHIP TYPE STUFF SO FUCK OFF!

Why are you interested in drawing gore?

What can I say.. well, when I was younger, I had surgery and was always afraid of my scars opening up. It wasn't until recently I decided that my scars were something to not be afraid of and that it was all in my head, I started seeing the beauty in candy/neon/pastel/fruit gore. I saw it all in a different perspective and that other people must feel this was too. I want people who want to see it to feel the beauty and comfort like I do. I thought as though I'm reclaiming it for myself instead of being afraid but to embrace it.

I'm a minor under 18 how do you feel about that?

I'm gonna be forward and say i dont feel comfortable with minors on my page. I'm an adult I talk about mature topics and will be posting mature content (w/ warning of course). Yes I know I cant fully stop you from seeing my posts especially on other platforms but if you message me or ask any questions I will ignore/block you. The internet is a fucked up place and I truely wish more adults would take topics like this seriously. I really care about each and everyones safety so I will take measures into my own hands if i have to. I really dont want to be friends with childern so please respect my wishes and leave me alone.

Are you open to commissions?

Unfortunately no. I'm still figuring out some things at the moment but I will take suggestions for any lgbtqia+ icons to have as a pfp. I mean starting a business is tough and I want to take my time with my art on my own terms, I'm still a part time artist and on top of that I procrastinate a lot so deadlines are exhausting.

How do you feel about Spammimg?

If we're talking about DMs I honestly wouldn't really perfer a ton of text messages to reply to however you're welcome to hit the like button as much as you like. It shows your appreciation and I know what its like finding an artist with cool artwork to enjoy. Comments are fine but I dont think I can respond to every single one.

Are you trans?

Yes probably non-binary specifically with they/them pronouns because I feel like the "given" binary spectrum and "gender roles" don't really suit me. I mean most days I feel "feminine", some days I feel "masculine", and some days I wake up feeling neither, or sometimes I wake up feeling both. Gender is very confusing so for short I'm nonbinary.

Why did you quit Instagram?

Animation is one of the hardest things I've pushed myself to do. Instagram's platform wasn't necessarily fitting to my standards per say. My technology kept failing as well and made it difficult to keep a steady rhythm with posting. But also in other words I felt many users wouldn't accept my artwork as much as they'd accept my videos. I also felt that many Instagram users didn't see me as non-binary meaning many didn't use my pronouns correctly. I felt like all this together was enough to push me away. Tumblr felt more freeing than Instagram and so far its been more enjoyable, but none the less I made friends and will miss them dearly.

Will you do anymore Animation?

Yes i do animaton but wish to expand more on that later... right now it's just artwork and edits. I've thought about posting to YouTube but idk..

[icntblvfreudwasrite]

Indulgence Pt. 2 (Dabi)

Hello hungry, hungry whores (affectionate)!!! Here’s what we’ve all been waiting for: the fun stuff. Again, be warned that this will be tw: noncon.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI; I’m serious.

TW: dark content (kidnapping, heavy non-con). Please don’t read or interact if any of these things (or adjacent themes) are triggering to you. And remember, this behavior is only acceptable in fiction. If these things are happening to you in real life, please contact local authorities and/or tell loved ones.

AFAB reader and she/her/hers pronouns.

People who reblog are the sexiest people on earth, js.

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“Hi, doll,” he greeted.

Tears started welling up in her eyes. “Just let me go,” she whimpered.

“And what guarantee do I have that you won’t run to the police the second I do that,” he inquired, taking a step closer to her. “You now know where the League of Villains base is. A good citizen wouldn’t just sit on such important information.”

She took a cautious step back towards the door in response and wrapped her arms around herself. “I promise I won’t.”

He pouted at her, mockingly. “You promise? Pinky promise?” he asked as he continued to walk towards her. 

His steady approach seemed to spur her into action, and she bolted for the door. But when she pulled, it wouldn't open. He could see her panicking and tugging on the handle desperately as he made his way over to her. He pressed up against her back, hands settling against the wall on either side of her. 

“Aw, is it locked, baby?”

“Please, please, please. I won’t say anything, just let me leave,” she begged. But Dabi ignored her completely. He let his hands slide down the wall and wrap around her waist, leaning in to kiss the nape of her neck softly. “Now, why would I want to do that?” he whispers in her ear.

She started to squirm in his hold and claw at his arms, eventually managing to pull out one of the staples on the back of his right hand. He hissed in pain and turned her around to pin her hands to the wall and push his hips into hers. 

He heated up his palms, just enough to make it hurt and leave angry red burn marks in their wake. That got the reaction he wanted; she cried out before looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Stop, please, it hurts.”

Dabi turned off his quirk but dug his nails into the burns to really send his message home. He leaned in to whisper, “Sweetheart, you’re cute when you try to fight back, but you make me bleed again, and I’ll burn your skin until it looks like mine. Got it?” She let out a little scream and closed her eyes, tears sliding down her face. Dabi couldn’t help but lick them off, causing her to shriek and try to pull away. He chuckled at her struggle. “Why don’t we take this somewhere else. Unless you want me to fuck you up against this door and risk someone walking in on us. Maybe you would like that, baby?”

Her eyes snapped open, and she shook her head. “No, no, please no. I don’t want this, just let me go. I’m begging you, please.”

Dabi clicked his tongue at her. “You don’t want it? Baby, you don’t have a choice, though. Besides, I want you begging for something else.” The last statement made her start struggling in earnest, squirming and trying to buck his hips off, only to end up grinding into his clothed cock. He groaned into her neck and pressed into her further. “That’s right, princess. Do it again, just like that.”

“No, no, never,” she cried. She switched tactics and threatened to scream if he didn’t get off her. He kept grinding his hips into hers. “Go ahead. This is a bad part of town, no one’s gonna give a shit about another person screaming bloody murder.”

She doesn’t seem to believe him though because she opened her mouth to yell anyway. Before she could get a sound out though, Dabi kissed her and took the opportunity to lick into her mouth. She immediately bit down on his tongue, and glared at him when he pulled back in pain and surprise. When he finally registered the coppery taste of blood in his mouth, he started laughing and watched as her fierce expression turned into one of abject terror. He was still laughing when he told her, “I’m gonna make this hurt so much, you’re gonna wish you were you’d never been born.”

Apparently, that’s when she started to take his threats seriously because she began apologizing immediately. “No, no I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again. Please. I’ll be good. I swear, I’ll be good.” 

“It’s a little late for that. I warned you before, didn’t I, princess? You did this to yourself,” he said as he tugged her towards his bedroom by her forearm. She didn’t go easily, digging her heels into the floor and repeatedly hitting the arm holding hers, but that didn’t deter Dabi at all. He was much stronger than he looked, and her little punches felt like nothing. Once he managed to get her to his room, he threw her onto the bed and locked the door behind him. Then, he kicked off his shoes, shed his jacket and pulled off his shirt before turning back to his darling, who was pressed up against the headboard, trying to make herself as small as possible. She shook her head wildly as he approached, holding her hands out in front of her as if to push him away. 

Dabi smiled again. God, she looks so cute all scared like that. He grabbed her by the ankles to pull her back down onto the bed, prying her legs apart to settle in between them and pinning her wrists again. She looked beautiful to him, teary-eyed with her hair splayed out on the pillow underneath her head.

“Please don’t,” she whispered as if that would be enough to convince him to let her go. In response, he pressed kisses down the side of her neck before suddenly biting down hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark. Her shriek was music to his ears, and her begging and struggling was getting him even harder in his pants.

He continued attacking her neck, bloodying and bruising it to his heart’s content. He couldn’t get enough of her screaming through her sobs. She sounded so pretty. He finally pulled back to admire his work and immediately decided that he could definitely get used to this view. 

Her eyes were closed but tears were leaking out non-stop. Visible tear tracks ran down her neck, which was a mix of blues, purples, and reds with some of the bite marks already clotting up. He wrapped a hand around her neck and squeezed, cutting off her air supply. Her eyes flew open, and she desperately pulled at his hand to try to pry it away.  

“Baby,” he cooed in her ear. “This is all your fault. I would’ve taken you so nice and gentle. You would’ve enjoyed it. I would’ve made you cum as many times as you wanted. But look at what you made me do.”

She looked back up at him, eyes pleading. “I’m sorry,” she managed to let out in a hoarse whisper. He let up on her throat a little bit, allowing her to take a half a breath in. 

“What was that, sweetheart? Did you say something?”

“I’m sorry. Please. One more chance,” she whispered. 

Dabi let go of her throat, and she turned to her side to take in as much air as she could. “Okay,” he said as he stroked the side of her face. “Third time’s the charm, right? You’re gonna be good, babydoll?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, I will be.” Her voice was a little rough from her screaming and being choked, and he found it so sexy. He wanted her to sound completely ruined though. Dabi rolled over onto his back and lifted his hips up to take off his jeans and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He looked over at his doll. “Come here,” he said, gesturing in between his legs. She crawled over on shaky hands and knees and waited for him to say something. 

“Convince me,” he said.

She looked confused. “W-what?”

“Convince me,” he repeated. “Suck my cock so good that I decide to forgive you.” She was still hesitating, and Dabi lost his patience. He grabbed her hair and tugged her face to his. “Don’t fucking make me ask again,” he threatened before shoving her back down towards his dick. 

She immediately took his cock into her mouth and sucked around the head. Dabi let out a groan and instantly shoved her down further, making her gag. Her eyes widened in surprise and she pushed against his thighs, desperately trying to breathe, but he didn’t let up for another few seconds. She started coughing when she finally was let off his cock, but Dabi didn’t want to go too long without her around him. He pushed her back down and made her go further and further every time she took him into her mouth until her nose hit his pubic hair. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned out. She looked so pretty gagging on his cock, and he let himself enjoy the view for a short while before pulling her off and letting go of her hair. She immediately collapsed onto the bed, coughing violently.

He sat up and regarded her broken form still recovering from the lack of oxygen. He scooped her up into his lap, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her gently. Then, he pulled away.

“You know, sweetheart,” he started, brushing the hair out of her eyes. “I did a lot of the work there. All you did was keep your mouth open. And trust me, I’m not complaining. You’ve got a mouth made to be filled with cock, but I’m not convinced.”

She started shaking again. “I’m sorry, honey. You’ll have to do a better job next time, okay?” he said, pulling her into his chest and kissing the top of her head. He heard her breath hitch. “Next time?” she asked softly. 

“Yeah. You’re gonna be my new cumdumpster. You’re gonna warm my bed, and then be my good little doll when I come home to fuck out all of my frustrations. That sound okay?”

This, apparently, was a revelation, she wasn’t prepared for because she started pushing at his chest and her sobbing resumed. He let her try and fight for a few seconds before shoving her back onto the bed. He reached under her dress to take off her underwear while she did her best to kick him off. Once he got them off, he took the time to admire the little flowers dotting the white cotton. 

“These are really cute, baby but you’re not gonna need to wear them when you’re with me,” he said, activating his quirk to burn the panties to ash. Then, he spread her legs to expose her pussy. Immediately, her hands came down to cover herself, but he caught her wrists in one hand. “You know they say that the color of your pussy matches the color of your nipples. Let’s check.”

And before she could react, he tore the top of her dress open. She tried to cover up again, and Dabi was beyond annoyed at this point. “Next time you hide yourself from me, I’ll start to pick off fingernails one by one. Make sense?” Immediately, she started trembling, but she moved her arms by her head. 

“There you go, princess,” he cooed, drinking in the sight of soft breasts and nipples puckered from the cold. “Well not quite the same color, but still pretty.”

He dove down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping to his heart’s content. Eventually, he reached down to swipe a finger against her slit. She was dripping. He looked up at her with a devilish grin. “Are you actually enjoying this?”

She refused to make eye contact with him or answer.

“Well, that’s great,” he said. “Won’t have to waste time prepping you.”

That got her attention. Her eyes snapped back to him, just as he lined himself up with her entrance. She opened her mouth to protest, but it turned into a silent scream as Dabi sheathed himself inside of her in one thrust. 

“Fuck you’re tight,” he said, before pulling out and thrusting back in balls deep. He set a slow pace, fucking into her deep as she pushed at his hips.

“Take it out, please,” she sobbed. “It hurts so bad, just take it out.”

He licked his thumb before reaching down to play with her clit. “Shh, shh. It’s okay baby, you’re fine. It’ll feel good in a second,” he cooed.

And true to his word, soon, she started biting her bottom lip to stifle her moans. 

“Aww, you’re no fun,” he said, before backhanding her across the face. “Let me hear you this time.”

All he got out of her was a pathetic sob though. Clearly, the slap across the face had killed the mood for her. Well, if she wasn’t going to enjoy herself, that wouldn’t stop Dabi. He hadn’t had a pussy this tight in ages, and he was going to fully enjoy it no matter what. Even if the duration of his enjoyment would be much shorter than he had anticipated.  He wasn’t expecting to be this turned on, and he could feel himself getting close.

“Fuck, doll. Your little pussy keeps sucking me in. I think you might want this. Might want me to come inside you too. What do you think?”

That led to a hysterical chorus of no’s and please’s from her. Just what he liked to hear. 

“Aw does the poor thing not want a little rape baby inside of her?” he asks, mockingly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You won’t get pregnant the first time. Probably.” 

But imagine if she did. That’s the image that ultimately tipped Dabi over the edge. His pretty little fucktoy all round and swollen with leaking tits and fuller hips. Fuck, that sounded good. His hips stuttered in their pace while he filled, what was now his pussy, with white, hot cum. And not a moment too soon because there was a loud bang when Shigaraki slammed his door open. 

“Will you and your little whore shut up,” he snarled. “Some of us -” 

“Are getting hard-ons,” Dabi finished for him, pointing at the obvious tent in his pants.

“Are trying to work,” snapped Shigaraki, tugging his ratty hoody down. 

Dabi turned back to his little darling, who had her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clamped over her mouth, shaking like a leaf in the wind. 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I’ll just gag you for round two.”

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n, tommy, wilbur and phil

requested: yes/no

an: part 7 of the great adventures series - a rollercoaster of emotions

warnings: cursing, jokes about death (like the vlog) , didn’t proof read as its 6am sorry for any mistakes

it had been around a week since you last spoke to tubbo, the pair of you got into a heated argument and honestly you didn’t want to be anywhere near the boy. no one heard from you since you and tubbo blocked each other, ranboo would talk to you about how you need to forgive and forget and Tommy would do the same to tubbo eventually you unblocked each other however apart from that it was pretty much useless neither of you were willing to talk to the other person, it was just one of those things that needed time, soon enough you’d be friends again. at least you hoped that would be the case. later that day Wilbur sent you a message asking what time he should pick you up tomorrow not wanting to argue you let him know a time and went off to get ready for the night.

The car ride to Alton towers was pretty quiet the majority of the ride was spent playing random car games like eye spy or singing along to the radio as there was no traffic you got there rather quickly giving you longer in the park. you loved theme parks and Tommy knew this so he took the opportunity to invite you and get you out of the house, he also knew he would need the support. Phil began recording as you all made your way through the park the sky car was first so you could get to the other half of the park Tommy made it pretty clear he wasn’t the biggest fan of this and you and Wilbur didn’t help his cause by discussing the recent crash in Italy that killed a group of people, you pointed out all the rides you passed teasing Tommy whilst Wilbur interviewed him on why he wanted to hit 10 million subs, as soon as Tommy mentioned the girl from college your eyes widened and you sat trying not to laugh as Wilbur and Phil sat telling him to call her. Tommy looked at you trying to get back up but you responded by telling him you want to speak to her.

once off the sky car you stood with an arm around Tommy's shoulders as Wilbur spoke to the girl who you’re hoping is in on it and that they’re not calling up the poor girl unexpectedly. as soon as you were informed that her favourite ride was the smiler Tommy pulled you into a hug hiding his face in the crook of your neck

“Are you serious”

“you’ll be fine it’s the safest ride here...if you ignore the crash”

“y/nnnnn”

the four of you walked around the park looking for an easy rollercoaster as you make your way up to the smiler, the blade caught Wilbur's eye so the three of you made your way whilst Phil decided to stay back to record, you sat next to Tommy reassuring him that he’s going to be fine and how it can’t be that bad as a family with a young child got on the ride after you.

“if I pee myself will you laugh at me”

“yes..actually that’ll make it easier for me”

“Please don’t do that Wilbur”

“only for you y/n”

the ride started slowly however the speed soon picked up you sat laughing as Tommy went on to make references about technoblade and how he’s never going to die. soon enough the three of you began ‘singing’ the lyrics to road trip in an attempt to calm down a little bit. was it working? no. a few minutes later the ride came to an end as you made your way off of the ride you heard a child screaming about how fun it was

“awe”

“how is that six-year-old shouting I loved it”

“are we cowards”

“yes, yes you are”

you made it to Phil first and rambled on about how fun it was before Wilbur and Tommy made it to you both wanting to go home

on your journey to the next ride, Tommy pointed out claw machines and dragged you to them, Phil had a go first and didn’t win the dog Tommy wanted, you had a go determined to win however like Phil you didn’t win

“This is bullshit ill buy you a toy dog”

“Why are you never satisfied”

“Good question”

you walked away from the machines with the others Tommy complained that he was being forced to go on the rides, you pointed at the smiler and Wilbur announced you could all go on that now, the rest of the walk was pretty quiet after that. soon enough you were in the queue to go on duel, you were walking with Phil not realising that Wilbur was currently telling your best friend that he was going to die, the only reason you found out was because Tommy ran up to you asking if he was going to die

“Tommy, no who told you that... Wilbur stop laughing it’s not- it’s not funny”

“y/n you’re quite literally laughing”

you put your finger on your lips and walked off. you sat with Phil so you could have a break from Tommy screaming in your ear as soon as Tommy yelled there were guns the ride began, you weren’t the best at this ride you missed the target a few too many times than you’d like to admit, once the ride was over Tommy made the mistake of laughing about how low your score was you made eye contact with Tommy and placed your hand on his shoulder

“Tommy... you screamed at everything the entire way around. if that ride was any longer i’m afraid I’d lose my hearing”

“didn’t you also do shit Tommy”

“fuck off”

and with that you left the ride walking through the gift shop, you and Tommy were like little children picking up anything that was covered in bright colours, you and Tommy found a squishy monster and named it Clarence you ended up getting attached and Wilbur stayed with you as you paid for it whilst Phil and Tommy were leaving the shop

“Phil we lost y/n and Wilbur”

“sorry y/n got distracted”

you all continued walking to the next ride Tommy instantly got distracted by the dryer outside of the river rapids ride and spent a good few minutes asking to go into the dryer. at this point, you noticed another toy shop and ran off to that one whilst they argued with Tommy about the dryer a few minutes later you met up with them again as you began making your way to the next ride

“what I hate the most about Phil is his kindness”

“wasn’t kind enough to let me win on duel”

“I pray on his downfall”

Phil turned to you only to be met with you nodding as Tommy goes on to talk about hating his generosity

“Phil I've been thinking about you... it’s ruined my day”

“mine was ruined by Tommy screaming at stupid o clock in the morning”

“y/n it’s 12 pm”

“okay and I usually wake up at 3 pm this is early for me”

you stood in the queue for river rapids, as much as you wanted to make Tommy calm down you hated this ride and Wilbur saying there was a chance of drowning made you hate it even more

“y/n will we be fine”

“no this is horrifying I remember the incident where someone was dragged under a ride like this”

“Y/N”

“what are you two thinking about then”

“I’m thinking about the beyond”

“I’m thinking about the sweet release of death”

“you might be going there”

“no, we won’t”

you and Tommy began to panic as you got closer to the ride, Tommy announced the floor was moving which tricked your brain into believing that the floor was moving, Wilbur was still talking about you all dying in a few minutes whilst laughing at Phil trying to make him stop despite the fact he was clearly laughing. Tommy got on first as you were making your way to a seat Tommy pulled you over to him so you were sat together. a worker came over and told you all to keep your seat during the ride

“can I get off”

as soon as you finished your sentence the ride began to move making the others laugh

“ill take that as a no”

a few minutes later you forgot you were scared as you were too busy laughing about the fact that so far out of the four of you the only person getting drenched in water was Phil. this newfound confidence didn't last long the ride began going faster and you and Tommy got drenched in water

“We made it through the second most dangerous part”

“heh...”

you looked at Phil tilting your head waiting for him to confirm that Wilbur was just trying to scare you again. your thoughts were interrupted by Wilbur beginning to speak to the camera

“Alton towers is a very safe and risk-free theme park fun for all the family”

he flipped the camera so the three of you could be seen Phil was laughing Tommy had his head in his hands and you were sat with your hood over your head hiding your face so you couldn’t see what was going to happen. Phil told you to hold on but he was interrupted by Wilbur using the camera to record the four of you together again it was clear you and Tommy were not having the most fun on the ride compared to the others. the ride crashed into the small wall next to the ride causing it to jerk forward making the four of you hit your leg

“my fucking thigh”

“y/n there are children nearby”

“y/n, Tommy you two are lucky to be alive”

you and Tommy turned to face each other then looked back at Wilbur who was continuing to chant that you’re lucky to be alive clearly ignoring Phil who was telling him to stop. eventually, the ride came to an end and you all got off, Phil helped you walk around for a minute as your legs felt extremely weak after that ride

“you okay now y/n”

“yeah yeah thank you, Phil. I'm never going on that ride again”

you all made your way to the centre of the park Wilbur disappeared as you and Tommy stood begging Phil for cotton candy, your only argument being that you really wanted it

“please Phil”

“We can have a little”

“we’re growing Phil we need more than a little”

“it’s diabetes in a box”

“it’s pure joy”

“yeah it’s fun in a box let us get some”

“stop being a dick”

Wilbur came running out of a shop carrying as much cotton candy as he could shouting for you and Tommy to take some and run which you gladly did. the pair of you sat on the grass eating as much cotton candy as you could

“ITS BLUEBERRY”

“that is so sugary”

you and Tommy both grabbed a fistful of cotton candy waving it at the two adults in front of you both, resulting in Phil calling you both goblins, they both walked away leaving you two to enjoy each other’s company for a little while whilst they had a break from the pair of you screaming.

“that’s..that's Tommy and y/n”

it was almost time to face the smiler but before that, you had to conquer oblivion again this was another ride that terrified you but Tommy's reaction to the ride made you laugh for a good few minutes until you realised you were in the queue

“oh fuck. we are going to die”

“you’ll impress the girl and y/n you’ll impress tubbo”

“ill buy her flowers”

“This is a death trap” you went on first and sat a few seats away from the middle Tommy not far behind you

“if we die ill never forgive you”

“you’ll be fine”

“will we though”

“I mean”

“Tommy she was hesitant to answer that get me off this ride”

just like last time the ride started just as you finished trying to get off the ride

“y/n you really need to stop asking to get off the rides it makes them start earlier”

the way to the top of the ride was mainly just you and Tommy yelling curse words trying to stay calm

“Phil do we have to”

“Why could I not stay with Wilbur”

“awe look at the view”

“can we just stay up here- oh shit don’t look down”

“any last words”

“lovely knowing you all”

just before the ride was about to go down the drop Tommy grabbed your hand only letting go for a minute whilst you got off of the ride, as soon as you were making your way to Wilbur so you could all go on the spinball wizard ride he held your hand again keeping you close. your way to the ride was a range of Wilbur telling you all about the smiler or Tommy telling you all he was worried he was going to piss

“what the fuck is yours and Wilburs obsession with announcing you might piss on the ride”

you sat with Wilbur for this ride as he was the only person you hadn’t sat with yet and Tommy sat behind you both, you and Wilbur spent the ride screaming, yelling song lyrics or saying your goodbyes

“for lmanburg”

“Should I be worried.. you did you know create an explosion”

you spent the rest of the ride laughing before it came to an end. you all made your way to the smiler making jokes about how it’s all the girl from college wants to see him on.

“you ready Tommy”

“let’s go home”

“no”

“y/n you’re supposed to be on my team”

the four of you made your way through the gates ignoring Tommy who was yelling about it being a prison simulator, you sat at the end next to Tommy

“so this is safe”

“apart from the crashes yeah”

“y/n? is it safe?”

“it’s safe Tommy I can see you’re genuinely scared I wouldn’t lie in a time like this..maybe”

you and Wilbur agreed to become his wingmen and a few seconds later the ride began, you spent the ride laughing quietly as Tommy began confessing his love

“POGCHAMP”

“I WISH I SAT SOMEWHERE ELSE”

as soon as the ride ended you stood as a group again and called the girl from college, Wilbur practically yelled about how Tommy went on the smiler only for the girl to ask who Tommy was and how she wasn’t friends with him

“it’s okay mate”

“you okay Tommy”

you and Wilbur pulled Tommy into a hug.

a few minutes later you all made your way back to the car park as it was getting late. once in the car you handed Tommy the squishy monster you both named Clarence, Tommy screamed whilst pulling you into a hug before asking you how and when you were able to buy it. when you were halfway home you began to get a migraine Tommy pulled you into a side hug so you could rest your head on his shoulder and have a nap for the rest of the journey back home.

a few days late you received a message

tubbo: I miss you

y/n: I suppose I miss you too

tubbo: that’s good because I’m outside please let me inside

y/n: on it!!

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[captains-simp]

hi can i request a yelena belova x fem!reader for Angst. it’s prompt 8) "Don't you fucking lie to me."

and can it please have a happy ending and maybe a little dash of fluff. thank you!!

You betcha I can

"Don't you fucking lie to me."

Warnings: suggestive themes and relationship insecurities

2k words

[ masterlist ]

Buy me a coffee ☕

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Yelena was never someone who was particularly open about her relationships. She wasn't really an open person at all; you were one of the few who was blessed to be allowed access to what she kept hidden from others. You just didn't think you were one of the things she kept hidden.

You had been dating Yelena for a few months and had known her for a lot longer. You were friendly with the people she was close with, just as she was yours, but neither of you had ever properly gotten to know them.

It wasn't deliberate. It was just that you and Yelena treasured the time you got together (as it could sometimes be limited) and got so caught up in each other's company you forgot about everyone else.

But as time went on you started to think more about the kind of relationship you had with each other's friends and even family. You wanted to show her off to the whole world sometimes.

You brought that up with her one night and she surprised you by telling you she had told her friends and Natasha about you dating. You were so overjoyed at the thought that Yelena told people about you you didn't stop to question why you hadn't been interrogated by her sister or some of the Avengers. They were fiercely protective. You concluded one night that they simply trusted you and didn't feel the need to say anything. Oh how you were wrong.

You grinned into Yelena's neck as you heard her gasp from your teeth grazing her skin. Her hands gripped onto your stomach as her head tilted back more, granting you further access to her neck before you ventured lower to make marks along her collarbone. She had always been insistent that you couldn't mark anywhere visible, making up some excuse about her missions.

Both your shirts had been discarded prior when you had straddled your girlfriend's lap to advance your make out session.

Yelena's hands reached around you to unclasp your bra but froze when there was a sudden knock from the door that snapped her out of her gaze. You were a little less quick to catch on, not being that bothered about it as you were still in the safety and privacy of Yelena's appartment.

You were thankful for Yelena stopping when the door swung open and the person on the other side of the door stepped in without invitation.

You were in a slight comfused daze when Yelena pulled you rather roughly from her lap and onto the space beside her on the couch and threw your top at you as she stood up to meet her sister.

"What's the point in knocking if you're going to come in uninvited anyway?" Yelena demanded as she pulled her own top back on, her accent stronger than ever.

But Natasha didn't answer her sister or even look at her. Her eyes were locked on you with a look that could kill. You shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and looked to your girlfriend for assurance except she wouldn't meet your eye.

"Sorry for interrupting," Nat said in a very unapologetic tone, "but it's an emergency." Was all she said as continued to look at you like you had just punched Yelena.

You looked to your girlfriend again but she simply nodded and got her jacket off the back of the couch and slipped it on.

"Sorry." She said to the spot on the couch she had just been. "You can stay the night still if you want." Natasha audibly scoffed and crossed her arms but Yelena continued. "Or just lock up whenever you go." She shrugged as she turned around to head out the door.

You opened your mouth to say something but instantly stopped when you became acutely aware of Natasha still burning holes into the side of your head.

Yelena started down the corridor outside the appartment leaving you with Nat for a few painful seconds. She gave you the once over with a hurtful look before turning sharply to follow after her sister and slamming the door behind her.

You sat there for a minute staring at the door before you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You tried to analyse what had happened but you couldn't figure out what the hell you had done.

*

You didn't have to wait long to understand why Natasha acted the way she did. The sane time the next day you heard a knock at your door as you were washing up your plate from dinner.

You expected it to be Yelena. You hadn't heard from her since she had to leave with Natasha.

When you opened the door you almost slammed it shut out of fear but didn't doubt that the readhead would break it down if you did so. She stepped into your appartment as soon as there was space to do so, her eyes never leaving you.

"So you...dealt with that emergency?" You asked timidly as you fiddled with the edge of your shirt.

"That's confidential." She said as her pose became more rigid. "Why were you with Yelena last night?" She demanded without hesitation.

"We were hanging out." You replied after a moment of silence. You didn't understand why Natasha wanted to know that when that was what couples generally did.

You moved over to your kitchen so you could do something and not feel as awkward standing around, the Russian was quick to follow right behind.

"Looked like a little more than that." You drained the water in the sink as you gave Natasha a baffled look but instantly looked away from her challenging eyes.

"Probably would have been." You said honestly. That clearly wasn't the right answer. But it was the truth and surely that was what Nat wanted. You weren't about to lie to the ex-assassin.

"Are you fucking my sister?" Venom dripped from her voice and you found yourself taking a cautious step back.

"Well I...I guess that that's partly..." You stammered. Natasha clearly wasn't liking what she heard and that wasn't helping your confusion at all.

"Partly. So you're fucking other people too?"

"W-what?! God, no! I would never do that." You defied as you got a spark of courage. Unfortunately Natasha didn't seem convinced. "I could never cheat on Yelena." You said as you finally met the redhead's eye.

"Cheat?" Natasha questioned slowly, her brow furrowing in the confusion you had been feeling all day.

"I wouldn't." You said again, still holding her gaze.

"Are you...dating?" She asked as her stance softened ever so slightly.

"She didn't...she didn't tell you?" You almost whispered, already knowing the answer but hoping it wasn't true.

"She did not." Nat confirmed as she let her confusion show and her interrogating stance and tone slip away.

You turned around and pretended to busy yourself with something in the cupboards as you felt tears threatening to form. Your heart stung as you realised why she never let you leave marks or have dinner with the Avengers.

"I thought she did." You said quietly, willing Natasha's presence away so you could be alone. You didn't have the energy to be questioned anymore.

"I need to go." She said after a moments silence and headed towards the door. You didn't say anything else to her as she left. As soon as you heard the door shut considerably gently you rested you head in your hands and gave a shaky breath.

Is she ashamed of me? Is she planning to break up. Maybe she's only staying out of pity. Were some of the things racing around your head as you finally began to cry.

*

You didn't reply to Yelena's texts the next day. You saw that she was okay and everything was taken care of and that was enough. You were still trying to figure out what you would say to her when you saw her again.

The absence of checking her messages meant you didn't see ones that became frantic. Those were sent after Natasha confronted her sister and gave her a talking to about secrets. Yelena was desperate to explain everything to you and when you didn't pick up her calls or answer her texts she knew she would have to talk to you properly.

You ignored the first knock at the door. You almost rolled your eyes when you thought about how things played out the last couple times you heard that sound. Hearing Yelena's voice made you react differently.

"I know you're in there." Yelena called. "Please let me explain." She continued before knocking again when she got no answer. "Y/n, please." Your stubborness was replaced by your need for answers so you got up and unlocked the door for Yelena.

She smiled at you gratefully when you stepped aside to let her in but faltered when she saw that you only looked to the floor.

"Your sister came round." You said as you closed the door. "But I guess you know that."

"Yeah, we talked." Yelena said as you moved to the couch and she followed.

"I don't think she likes me very much." You half joked as you remembered the way she looked at you two nights prior.

"No she just-"

"Didn't know we're dating?" You finished as you looked at Yelena with hurt eyes.

"She didn't, no." She admitted guiltily.

"Are you ashamed of me?" You asked as a tear formed in your eye. Yelena's eyes widened and she tried to hold your hand in reassurance but you pulled it out of her reach.

"No! Y/n, no I swear I'm not." She said quickly with a look of desperation that you just couldn't believe. Not after a day of questioning as much as you did.

"Don't you fucking lie to me." You snapped as tears streamed down your face.

"I'm not." Yelena continued to reach out for you and when you moved away she kept going until she managed to get your hand and hold it in two or hers. "Please listen to me." She begged, it was a side of her you had never seen. That alone was what made you faulter.

"I'm not ashamed of you. I could never be. I'm proud to be able to say that you're my girlfriend and I don't know how to express that I..." She paused as a flash of anxiety crossed her eyes. You sat listening intently.

"I don't want that to change. It might sound cowardly but you saw how Natasha was. I don't want them to scare you off because they damn well could. They don't realise how they are, I don't want them to be dismissive of you, not when I care so much about you. What if they make you doubt us? I don't want to loose you, I can't...I..." Yelena was breathing heavily as she stared down at your entwined hands.

"I love you." She admitted. Your breath caught in your throat as you heard her words. You searched her face for any signs of a lie and found none.

"You...you do?" You still asked.

"I do, so much." She smiled and you couldn't help but do the same thing.

"I love you too." You admitted making Yelena's whole face light up.

She pulled you towards her and enveloped you in a tight hug that she never wanted to let go. "And I'm not going anywhere." You assured as you clung onto her.

"I'll talk to Nat." She finally said and you smiled into her.

"Okay."

"And we'll do this properly." She assured as she kissed the top of your head making you smile even more.

"Okay."

[dreamkidddream]

Hiya~ Can I request quote 9) "Are you jealous?" for Lucifer in Obey Me! pretty please😊

This was so much fun to write! Luci know that he gets jealous but never wants to admit (his jealousy is worse than Mammon but you didn’t hear it from me 🤭) and sorry this got kinda long! Reader is gender neutral!

TW: suggestive/spicy themes, but nothing extremely graphic is mentioned

Prompt: “Are you jealous?” with Lucifer!

Lucifer is pissed.

He’s tapping his foot, and constantly checking his phone, waiting in his study for you to either walk in or call him. It’s late, and you’re still not home yet. He asked his brothers where exactly you are, and when Asmo told him that you’re out with the same “friend” you seem to blow all of them off for some time now, it just makes his mood turn even more sour, the scowl on his face deepening.

Now, Lucifer is not opposed to you making friends, as long as they aren’t a threat to you, his family, Lord Diavolo and the other exchange students. He understands that it’s very easy for you to connect with others, intentional or not, and he encourages it to a certain extent. However, this same “friend” that you’ve been increasingly been hanging out with for the past couple of weeks is starting to rub him the wrong way. Of course he’s met this “friend”, a classmate from your Seductive Speechcraft class (which just made him feel more unease with you being with them), and they seemed harmless enough (for a demon at least). Annoying, but harmless, at first.

Then began the constant need for your attention.

It started with the messages and calls under the guise of studying, the “innocent” demon begging you for help so that they can pass the class, and you being the naive nice human that you are of course obliged their request. Then it escalated from once a week, to three times a week, to almost staying after school every day just to “help”. He didn’t like that, as it’s him or his brothers that always walk you home every time, and this demon (who he found is Yuki, a demon who feeds off of sexual energy nonetheless), is messing with the routine, but he kept his cool and forced his brothers to do the same. He- They weren’t happy about this, but at the end of the day, you’re still coming home to him- them, and nothing is changing that. Not to mention how he made sure that someone had their eyes on you, whether it’s Mammon, Beel, or even himself (which he preferred).

Until Yuki decided that you need to hang out more, without him or his brothers.

That’s when he made it known of his dislike towards them, and dislike is putting it lightly.

You started to come home right at dinner, right before Beel devoured your plate. Mammon obviously voiced his displeasure aloud, with the others silently agreeing or making passing comments, but Lucifer would just shut the conversation down before anyone gets too upset, mainly for himself. He doesn’t want to lose control over something trivial like this, he can’t, he won’t- he’s well above some minuscule pest like them, and it would be a waste of time and energy to be worried about someone who is clearly below him!

He’s already irritated with Yuki integrating themselves into your everyday life, but he’s also trying to fight the increasing sinking feeling in his stomach the more you both bond.

The more you two become more than acquainted with one another, the more Lucifer tries to fight and hide this feeling. He buries himself in more paperwork, practically locks himself in his study, avoids anyone’s questions or concerns, and has become overall snappier than usual. He’s even snapped on Lord Diavolo, Lord Diavolo of all people!

(Granted Diavolo just thought it was overall stress, so he just simply laughed it off, but it didn’t go unnoticed by everyone, including you).

Now Lucifer is not stupid, he’s a very intelligent and powerful demon, and he doesn’t have to say it to be known. He made sure to do some research himself on Yuki, and didn’t put anything past them. You’re still surrounded by demons who wouldn’t hesitate to swallow you whole if allowed, and some are still desperate enough to try anything, so he’s very cautious with others being around you.

Which leads to now, you being out again with that demon at The Fall. Ever since, Lucifer retired to his study, constantly checking his phone for any updates. He refused to look distressed in front of everyone, and he knows that you’re smart and not so gullible, you’ll be okay, you had to be.

It’s well going on 1 in the morning, and you still haven’t answered any of his calls and texts? You swore that you would always answer him, so something had to happen. What exactly were you doing? What exactly were you two doing? We’re you okay? Are you safe? Has that Yuki tried anything with you?

Were you two doing anything now?

All of these questions swirling around in his head, his worry only adding on to his frustrations and building tension going through his body.

He already marched down to the door, coat forgotten and tie undone, flinging it open and scowl so deep that his fangs were bared. That Yuki better hope that you come home in one piece and spotless, or else he will make sure that they regret being alive-

He couldn’t wipe the surprised look on his face when he made eye contact with you, who was matching his own expression, hand frozen in the air mid knock.

“Lucifer? What are you still doing up? Are you about to go somewhere?” His expression quickly morphed to one of high distaste, the irritation displaying clearly on his face and his grip tightening on the door.

“I was still awake waiting for you. Have you forgotten how to use a phone, or are you too good for one now that you’re with your ‘friend’. And I remember specifically telling you to let me know when you leave, did I not?”

“Oh. Well...my phone kinda died, but I was already on the way home and-”

“By yourself?! Do you know how irresponsible that is? Do you forget that you’re a mere human?”

His irritation is rising to pure anger at this revelation. So that demon didn’t even have the decency to walk you home? To make sure that you arrive safe? And yet you still have the nerve to spend time with them and practically ignore him?!-

“Well- um, Lucifer? Lucifer!”

He snapped out of his murderous thoughts, and stepped aside to let you in.

“Come inside now, it’s late, and we have much to discuss.”

Your face scrunched up, showing confusion in how he’s acting. You know that’s he mad about your phone being dead, but he’s mad enough to leave the door barely hanging on its hinges? But you knew that arguing or pointing it out would just make things escalate, so you just stepped past and began to make your way up the stairs.

You can feel his eyes bore into the back of your head, but you just didn’t understand why. It’s about more than just your phone, it seemed like he’s been on edge for awhile now. You want to approach him, to ask him what’s wrong, to have him open up, but of course Lucifer being Lucifer, it was to no avail.

You racked your brain as he lead you to his room and began the “conversation” about how irresponsible you were being (really it’s just him getting whatever he needed off his chest and not you giving any input). Was it because of you going out so late? No, you didn’t drink, you and Yuki stayed together the whole night, and you let him know hours before. Was it Yuki? Now that you’re think about it, he has been frowning more it seemed like every time you brought up their name-

The pieces are starting to fit together now.

Oh my Diavolo.

You couldn’t stop the words escaping from your mouth before you could realize it.

“Lucifer, are you jealous?”

He choked in the middle of his sentence, and the room went quiet. You’re pretty sure that you can’t even hear him breathing, and his face just went entirely blank, no expression whatsoever.

Oh no, you broke him-

A gust of wind erupted, so strong that you had to shield your eyes for a second, and when you removed your arm, you were met with massive black wings and a very enraged demon.

“Excuse me?”

You stepped back until you stumbled onto the bed, as he stalks closer and closer to you.

“Care to repeat yourself?”

You knew better than to respond, and you felt frozen on the bed. You also know that Lucifer won’t attack or try to kill you, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he has moments where he’s very intimidating, one of those moments being now.

He’s looking down at you like a predator would to its captured prey, his ruby eyes glowing deviously in the dim room. He didn’t stop moving until he was on top of you, caging you in.

“Me? Jealous?” He scoffed. “I am the Avatar of Pride, the most powerful being in this house, yet you assume that I’m jealous of a demon that’s beneath me? You insult me, MC.”

He took hold of your chin, “Do you not remember what I said when we made the pact? You are mine and mine alone. Not anyone else’s, but mine.”

You felt like your nerves were getting the best of you, but you couldn’t force yourself to tear away as he leaned closer. He sealed his lips against yours in a heated kiss, one that you gladly accepted, not before uttering the words that made your heart race even faster.

“Maybe I should remind you of who you belong to, hm?”

—-

“Had a fun night, MC?”

“Yeah, it was”, you coughed in your hand. “Very nice, very fun. We had a great time.”

“Hmmmmm...you and Yuki or you and Lucifer?”

“Asmo!”

He giggled, “I’m just saying dear. I don’t sense the pent-up sexual frustration from Lucifer anymore, and he seems back to normal and even relaxed. Though I must say MC, I wish that you had spent the night in my bed instead.”

“Of course you do Asmo.”

“Besides, I would have covered your hickeys much better-”

“ASMO-”

“MC, are you ready?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear has never been more true than now, as Lucifer appeared behind you both, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, yes, sorry.”

“Eh? Where are you two going?”

“Out.”

“And without me?!”

“Yes. Now, leave us be”. Lucifer moved his hand from your shoulder to your own hand, leading you both out the door. You two had plans for the day after the...eye-opening talk from last night, and he didn’t want to waste anymore time than he already had.

Bonus:

Asmo waited until he heard the door click, and then quickly whipped out his D.D.D. to text Yuki. He knew that the plan was going to be a success! A tense Lucifer made things more difficult for everyone, and he has too much pride to open his mouth so he decided to step in and team up with Yuki, who already knew about the whole ordeal.

Lucifer was already on the edge of snapping and letting his primal instincts take over anyway, so Asmo just gave him a little push in the right direction.

Thank Diavolo the plan worked, or else it would be hell for them both. He did owe Yuki some exposure on his socials in exchange for this and backing off of you now, but it was well worth the trouble.

[the-witty-pen-name]

Deadbeat Pt. 5

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), fluff, angst, smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cursing, abandonment, toxic parent, violence, toxic siblings, infatuation, cheating/divorce, insecurity, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

Smut starts immediately after the gif. 

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! I hope you all enjoy!

I also ah my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries The Necklace is finished for anyone who wants to check it out! 

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four 

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“Fuck, doll,” he groans when he pulls back for air. Both of you are panting, and neither one of you know what you say. You both just look at each other wide eyed, your eyes scanning his wondering where the hell that came from. You don’t give yourself much time to think about it, pulling him in for another kiss by the tie of his uniform. 

You back up against the wall of his bedroom, pulling him close to you. His body is as close to yours as physically possible. His hands are pressed against the wall like they’re caging you in. Your hands slid up his torso and then wrap around his neck tightly and his hands move down your back to your ass, picking you up. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and he holds you up by gripping the back of your thighs. 

With you in his arms, he walks backwards until he feels the edge of the bed hit the back of his knees. He sits down on the bed so you’re straddling his lap as the heated kiss continues. His hands squeeze your ass over your dress and he muffles your moan by taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. 

You’re sitting right on his bulge, and you can feel how hard he is. Your fingers tug at his shirt hair as you teasingly grind your hips to test the waters. He moans at your actions and grabs your hips tightly as you repeat the action. He breaks away from your lips and he sucks on your neck most definitely leaving a mark. 

“Lee,” you whine, and he groans at how needy you sound. Your eyes close and you tilt your head back to give him more access to your neck and he continues to leave marks wherever his lips touch you- all the way from just under your ear to your collarbone is littered with the evidence of his trail. 

When he returns his attention back to your lips, your fingered begin to unbutton his uniform and loosen his tie. You feel him shiver slightly under your touch and it makes you smile into the kiss. Without needing to break away, he has your dress unzipped with ease while you push his shirt off of his shoulders. 

He pushes his hands under the dress and has his hands resting on your thighs. He pulls away from the kiss abruptly and you can’t help but whimper at the lack of contact. His blue eyes have darkened and he looks almost as upset as you that he pulled away from you. 

“Do you want this, sugar?” He asks, scanning your face for any sign of reluctance before allowing himself to continue. You bite your lip and nod, and try to keep working on getting his shirt off but he stops you by grabbing your wrists. “I need to hear you say it,” he whispers, his voice deepened. 

“I want you,” you affirm and then almost instantaneously your dress is pulled off of your body and discarded on the floor. His eyes without shame roam over your whole appearance as he pulls off his shirt and tie. Suddenly, with his gaze on you, you’re a little self-conscious. 

“You’re so fucking stunning,” he praises, like he was able to read your mind. He kisses you again, a little gentler than all the previous ones and instructs you to lay down on the pillows. 

He gets up and unbuckles his belt and let’s his pants fall to the floor so he’s just in his boxers when he climbs on top of you.  His eyes rake down your whole body and he takes in how you look underneath him. His eyes take in the sight before him like he needed to keep his eyes on you or you’d vanish, like this was another one of his fantasies where he had you just like this- only this was so much better than is mind had been able to muster up. 

Your hands rest on his stomach, leaning up to connect your lips to his again. Neither one of you could get enough. His hands, slide up your sides and around your back, and you arch your back for him so he can get your bra off. His calloused hands palm your breasts, making you moan and your nipples harden under his touch. He breaks away from your lips to kiss down your neck, again and then down to your breasts, sucking and nibbling on them, making you squirm under him. He then ducks down and pushes your thighs apart. He groans seeing the wetness on your panties.

“Fuck, who got you so worked up darling?” he teases, his hands tugging teasingly at the waistband.

“You, Lee,” you sigh, gently bucking your hips at his touch, getting impatient. He smirks pressing a kiss on your skin and leaving another mark on you before pulling them down and tossing them aside.

“That’s right baby girl,” he hums, his hands tightly gripping your inner thighs. He just completely enjoys the sight of you as he makes you wait for him. You’re a moaning mess and he hasn’t even started yet. He suddenly sucks on your slit, and you moan loudly, your thighs pushing against the sides of his face. It felt like fucking heaven.

His tongue was skillful. You wouldn’t expect Lee Bodecker to act like this. He was worshipping you body, despite the crazed way you both previously pounced on each other. However, this was Lee being selfish. He was enjoying every reaction you gave him, your thighs around his head, your hands in his hair, his name falling from your lips… he was loving every minute of it. He craved seeing and head hearing you like this for so long and he wanted as much as the moment would allow him to take. You were too overwhelmed by the feeling to warn him when you were close, but he felt it and savored it, licking everything.

“Good girl,” he cooed, bringing his lips back to kiss yours, and you could taste yourself on his lips. He pulled away to strip off his boxers, and the image of him pumping his cock a few times made you groan. He smirked, immensely proud at how he was able to illicit all of these reactions from you.

“You want my cock, doll?” he teases. You whimper and he smirks. “Tell me how much you want it,” he says, leaning down and whispering in your ear as you can feel the tip teasing your folds.

“Lee, please,” you moan.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that darling,” he chuckles, pushing in just slightly, making you squirm and try to move your hips up. You look at him with innocent doe eyes, your eyelashes fluttering.

“Please, Lee, I need you so badly,” you groan, “I’ve wanted this for so long please, I need you inside of me. Fuck, Lee, I need you.”

I need you.

“I’m going to take care of you sweetheart,” he groans, pushing into you. You cry out at the feeling of him stretching your walls. “You’re taking my cock so well,” he praises, moving hair from your face and tucking it back, just giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “So good for me,” he mumbles.

“Move, please,” you beg, and he doesn’t need to be told twice before he starting rocking his hips, his length moving in and out of you at each thrust.

“You’re so tight darling,” he grunts as your legs wrap around his waist, your nails scratching at his back. “So fucking perfect- taking me so well, sugar.”

You head rolls back onto the pillows and your back arches up as your hips move in unison with his. The whole thing feels frantic, but also incredibly passionate. Your mind is hazy, and you can’t focus on anything else besides how fucking good he feels.

“Wanted this for so long, baby girl,” he moans, pulling you up and sits you up on his lap while he sits on his knees. In this new position, your back is presses up against the headboard and he’s fucking up into you, hitting you at a new depth.

“Fuck,” you gasp, when you feel him repeated hit your gspot in this new position. You move up and down fast on his length, his hands gripping your hips helping guide you. Your head drops to rest on his shoulder, shuddering at the feeling and your lips attach to his neck. Your hands tug gently at the ends of his hair, your chests pressed up against each other. It was messy and frantic, and rough. You both loved every second of it.

“You gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart?” he asks lowly, moving a hand down to rub your clit as he continued to thrust up into you.

“I’m so close, Lee,” you pant, feeling yourself tighten around him. You let out another moan when the feeling of release begins to form inside you and hits throughout your whole body. Feeling how close you are, his thrusts become faster, his fingers digging into your sides and are sure to leave marks. You cry out his name again when you’re hit with your second orgasm. He pulls out swiftly, placing you down back on the pillows, and he finishes shortly after, his cum landing on your stomach and chest as he pumps himself.

He collapses on the bed next to you. You’re both covered in sweat and are panting heavily needed to come down from your high. “Goddamn, doll,” he breathes out, looking over at you. “You look so good like this.” You’re too out of breath to reply. Your eyes flutter closed for a moment, just focusing on breathing, before you need to go clean yourself up.

You both laid in silence for a few moments, realization that you’d have to talk about this making you nervous. You couldn’t anticipate what he was thinking. Your mind was blank as you were slightly panicked. This changes everything. Did you regret it? Hell, no. You wanted to do it again, maybe now. But you regrettably had to overcome this worry about asking what now, and you looked over at Lee. 

“What now?” You ask tentatively, scanning his face to try to get some inkling of an idea about what he’d say. His eyes were closed, and he had an arm propped up under his head. He opened his eyes and turned to look at you. His gaze lingered on your body, and then finally he met your eyes. 

“I guess we get cleaned up, first and foremost,” he said, rolling onto his side so he could directly face you. “I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled, getting up and disappearing behind the door of the bathroom. He knew that it wasn’t what you meant. He honestly needed a couple minutes alone to sort out what he should say. Fuck, he’d imagined this for so long- but now that it happened, the whole everything falls into place piece was missing. 

He knows he’s not good enough for you. He knows you deserve better than him. He knows he should say this was a mistake and he should move out. But that somehow feels wrong. That’s just not what he wants and he’s praying to god you aren’t thinking that way. Hell, whatever the was he’s ready to just in with both feet now and at least try to make something out of this. 

He thinks about you, and all the pressures you already face. Dealing with him and his problems shouldn’t be another thing you should be burdened with. But he so wants to be selfish and bring you into his life. He knows your name will be tarnished. He knows the town is already difficult with their ever-present judgmental nature. He knows the look of him being with you will sully whatever is left of his reputation. He cleans himself off quickly, still unable to come to a resolution. He grabs a towel and dampens it with warm water to bring to you. 

When he emerges from the bathroom and his eyes fall on you again, every doubt he had leaves. You’re here, in his bed, waiting for him. His marks are evident on your skin and you didn’t leave. You stayed. You could’ve left, ran to your other bathroom and just avoided him. But you’re here still, letting him touch you again as he cleans you up. The fact you’re still here makes him realize that you wanted more. 

“I don’t know what we do now,” he answers you honestly as he gently wipes the towel across your body. “I know what I want,” he chuckles, thinking back to every time he imagined being with you. “But this is up to you,” he finishes. He realizes this is the right thing. Anything you said, he’d agree to it. He knows you won’t send him away, and he knows you somehow share similar feelings. You must... right? 

“We can’t let anyone know,” you stated. It made sense. Whatever this was, even it was a one-time thing- it couldn’t get out. He’d lose reelection and the consequences you would face would be much worse. He nodded in agreement, relieved your first thought is not to kick him out, say you never want to see him again. “Outside of the house, we just have to pretend nothing is going on,” you continue. You say is going on, and he catches that. It makes his heart skip for a second. You didn’t say ‘pretend nothing happened’ but you said ‘pretend nothing is going on.’

You’re self-conscious at how intently he’s watching you. “Um, I should use the bathroom,” you mumble awkwardly, grabbing the discarded uniform shirt from off the floor and putting it on. You fasten the buttons as you walk, and then you disappear behind the door. He grabs his white undershirt from the floor and puts it on, along with some sweatpants from the drawer of the dresser.

Lee is a very insecure man. He hides behind the uniform and the badge, but underneath the front he really is very bothered by his flaws. He’s having a hard time understanding why you wanted him. He actually wasn’t even sure if you wanted him. Maybe you were both just lonely people who needed companionship. That wasn’t a result of just loneliness though, he thinks reflecting back on how it started. It felt like the result of something much bigger that finally neither you nor him could manage back. Maybe too that feeling was one sided. His self-doubt really crippled his ability to access the situation, especially when it came to you.

You come back out of the bathroom and the way you look takes his breath away. You’re only wearing his uniform shirt, and he can see the marks he left on your neck and collarbone peering out from behind the collar. Your hair is a little messy and your lips are still a little swollen. Nothing he imagined looked as good as how good you looked right now to him.

Your arms are crossed as you slightly start pacing. You’re biting your lip in concentration, and your eyes are fixated on the carpet as you walk back and forth. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” you say finally, looking over to him. Your eyes are a little wide as you also have a fear of rejection from him.

“I don’t want that either, doll,” he responds.

“Ms. Perry and Mrs. Sinclair are going to have a field day with this,” you joke, but the stress is evident in your tone regardless.

“No one will find out until you’re ready,” he insists walking over to you, rubbing your shoulders comfortingly. Your muscles relax at his touch. He leans down and leaves soft kisses on the exposed skin of your neck, making you exhale contently.

That Wednesday, Lee is sitting in his office unable to focus on anything on his desk. You promised you’d stop by after the interview at the school to let him know how it went, even though he would already know. He’s staring at the file he has open but he’s unable to retain any of the contents. The door to his office opens suddenly and a voice makes his eyes snap over to the door.

“Sheriff Bodecker, hope you don’t mind,” Henry Curtis says with a smirk, “Secretary wasn’t at the front desk so I just took it upon myself to see if you were here.”

“We haven’t been told anything about the (Y/L/N) case,” he said, looking back down at the paperwork on his desk. He lets out a heavy sigh and closes the file, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything done anyways.

“You already know why I’m here, Sheriff?” Curtis asks, tilting his head before talking a seat in one of the chairs that were in front of Lee’s desk.

“Ms. (Y/L/N) came in and spoke to us when she heard you were looking to talk to her,” he explains.

“She’s your landlady, isn’t she?” he asks quickly, blatantly ignoring what the Sheriff was saying. It makes Lee’s jaw clench. “Moved in before your divorce was even finalized by what I’ve heard,” he taunts.

“What does this have to do with you article Curtis?” he asks, becoming very obviously ticked off at the insinuations.

“Sheriff, there’s no need to get hostile,” he chuckles. “Just trying to be friendly.”

“She is my landlady,” he bitterly responds, “but that has nothing to do with this case…”

“You don’t think I’m that stupid, Sheriff,” he says, cutting Lee off.

“Look I have her statement right here,” he says, grabbing the file that held your statement you gave to one of his deputies a couple of days before. “Deputy Thomas asked her everything and she complied with answering everything. We have no reason to assume she’s involved at all with this situation.”

“I also heard your sister was in town recently,” again completely ignoring the Sheriff. “I’m sure she told you we had a nice visit.”

“What are you trying to insinuate?” he asks, leaning back in his chair and scoffing.

“Nothing, you have a lovely family,” Curtis chuckles, “Vey hospitable. Not very talkative, but very nice.”

“They like to keep to themselves.”

“Just like you, Sheriff?”

“I’m really busy, Curtis. Maybe you can stop by another time.”

“I know you have something to do with this case, Sheriff. I know you’re covering up something,” the man says standing up, putting back on his hat. “And I’ll be around.” Then, he was gone. When the door to the office closed and the footsteps were no longer in earshot, he let out a brief, frustrated yell and swatted his cup of pens off of his desk.

“Bad time?” you smile, walking in right after the cup hit the floor. You were still dressed in your clothes from the interview- a professional looking navy dress that you got because it was something you thought looked like something Jackie Kennedy would wear.

“Sorry you had to see that,” he said, embarrassed you saw him lose his temper like that. “Just that damn reporter was just here, and he was driving me crazy.”

“Do I need to do anything else?” you asked, wondering if you’d have to give another statement. You wouldn’t mind. You notice that the curtains are pulled shut, and then take a seat on his lap. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck, and he rests one hand on your back and the other under he rests on your lap.

“I don’t think so,” he sighs, looking over at the mess of pens and pencils he made on the floor. “You look great, darling,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face against yours, kissing your cheek.

“I think they liked me,” you say, a little apprehensive about how it went. In the moment, it felt great but now you were overthinking all of your answers. “I think I have a chance.”

“I bet they loved you,” he praises, rubbing your leg affectionately. “They’d be stupid not to hire you.”

“Thank you, Lee,” you smile. He leans up and kisses your cheek again, and then your lips.

“Do you have work tonight?” he asks, letting his hand wander up under the skirt of the dress slightly.

“No, I have the night off,” you answer, the touches making you moan softly. He smiles, loving the reactions his touch cause. “I went in and helped this morning over seeing deliveries.”

“I get you all to myself then,” he chuckles, kissing a spot on your neck.

Neither one of you has defined exactly the nature of your relationship yet. It was unspoken. It was not an easy thing to define anyways, but you both were on the same page without needing to apply any sort of label. Calling Lee your boyfriend didn’t feel like it fit, because of how secretive you needed to be. It was the intimacy and feelings of a relationship without the social title. But this also left some questions unanswered. It was still very early on, and you both skipped the dating stage. It was all very fast. Neither one of you seemed to mind, but you did wish Lee was able to take you on dates, but it was a risk you didn’t want to take.

“We’ll have to celebrate when you get the job,” he says, “Treat you to a night out maybe. Go up to the drive-in in Franklin county?”

“Do you think that’s a good idea, Lee?” you ask hesitantly, straightening his tie for him.

“It’s a whole other county,” he reasons. “It’s up past Columbus- shouldn’t be anyone there to recognize us. It’ll be late and we won’t take the cruiser. We’ll take the other car.”

“It sounds like a real date,” you smile.

“I got to treat my best girl,” he chuckles, “It would be a real date. Hell, I can drive away and pretend to pick you up if that’ll make you happy.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” you giggle. “But it sounds perfect.”

“We’ll go this weekend,” he affirms.

“I should get home,” you say, getting off his lap. ��I’m gonna try to stop and pick up some groceries on the way.” You lean down and peck his lips once more. You straighten out your dress as you both stay your goodbyes.

Leaving the market, you were balancing three brown paper bags in your arms that were almost filled to the brim. You also were not wearing the best shoes for walking but you didn’t think about that when you got dressed today.

“Hey (Y/N),” you heard a familiar voice call out to you. Arvin’s pick-up truck parked next to where you stood on the sidewalk and he leaned his head slightly out the window. “Do you need a ride?” he asks.

“Please,” you smile, relieved he had been there. He hops out and takes two of the bags from you and you both walk around to put them in the back.

“You’re dressed really fancy,” he comments, stealing a glance at you.

“I had an interview for that job you told me about today,” you say with a grin, not noticing his lingering looks.

“That- that’s great,” he replies, running a hand through his hair. He closes the back up and walks over to the passenger door and opens the door for you. He holds your hand to help you step up and you are already so relieved to get off your feet. The heels were short and were actually pretty comfortable, just not for the long walks you normally take.

“How’s Lenora?” you ask as he starts driving.

“She’s good. She asked about you too,” he says, looking at the road to make a left turn. “My grandma did too.”

“Be sure to give them both my best,” you smile, looking out the window. Arvin nods as he makes the turn, not realizing you wouldn’t see it.

“How are you doing?” he asks concerned. “You were a little upset when I last saw you. I’ve been worried.”

“I’m okay,” you reply, not really paying attention. “Just the whole thing with my mom was bothering me is all. Some reporter has been trying to talk to me, thinks I know something. I had to give my statement down at the Sheriff’s department. It was just all weighing really heavy on my mind.”

“I wish I could help,” he says earnestly, looking over at you and meeting your eye.

“You’ve already been a help,” you insist with a smile. “You told me about this job, and everything.”

“I just feel terrible you’re putting up with all of this alone,” he says. You nod, but keep quiet, not able to tell him that really wasn’t the case.

“I’m okay,” you insist and he nods, letting it go. But you can tell he’s not convinced fully.

He turns onto your street and as you get closer to your house, there’s a car out front you don’t recognize.

“You expecting somebody?” Arvin asks.

“Nope,” you say seeing a figure sitting on the front porch swing- unable to make out who it is.

 Part Six

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[angsty-omi]

was she just a friend?

hajime iwaizumi x Reader

tw: very slight domestic abuse, insecurity, no happy ending, swearing, suggestive themes, and no editing prior.

when you first started dating hajime, you had accepted the fact that he had a really close girl friend. how could you not? before you guys made it official he made sure his concerns were met with. this should’ve been the first red flag, however, you were blinded by love.

at first, it was subtle. she’d tag along with you guys on your walk home, which you didn’t mind at all. most of the trips, she’d make fun of iwaizumi and reminisce when they were kids. which, in turn, made you laugh. a lot. and usually after she got home, you and iwaizumi could spend the sunset together. his large calloused hand would wrap around yours, and he’d bring your hand up to peck it. your heart grew bigger by the minute.

then, one day after she left, both of his hands gripped your jaw, and soft lips were pressed against yours. you smiled into the kiss and added more pressure. as he pulled away, you instinctively moved forward for more. that made him chuckle, and grabbed your chin once more. however, this kiss was more passionate. you could never forget that night. it was purely blissful.

for the next six months, life felt like paradise. there was a consistency of “i love you-s,” cuddles, and even sex. but, as they say, happiness is only temporary. on your sixth month anniversary, you and hajime had planned a fancy dinner date on the bay. you showed up early, with excitement written on your face. you were currently wearing a satin maroon dress with a black trench coat on top. as you sat at your table, you pulled out a box out of your pocket. it was a promise ring. you rubbed the circumference of it, trying to ease your nerves. was this moving too fast? you were certain that you couldn’t love another the way you love hajime.

as the hour strikes, he still hadn’t showed up. you repeatedly checked your watch, and even asked other people’s in case your time was wrong. you texted hajime multiple times with no response. anxiety started bubbling in your stomach. what if hajime’s hurt? what if he got into a car accident? what if a UFO came down and kidnapped him? you prayed to yourself that none of those things were true.

before you even realized it, another hour went by. and at this point the waiters were passively suggesting you to leave, due to their full house. at first, you were weary, what if hajime shows up? you thought. although, you complied with the waiters and left. you called him so many times with no pick up. before jumping to conclusions, you decided to text her.

y/n: hey, have you talked to hajime recently?

her: nope! but i can text him if you’d like!

y/n: sure

you rolled your eyes at her message, she acted like he’d answer her and not you. you were his girlfriend for god sakes. obviously if he could text someone it’d be you... atleast that’s what you thought before you got a notification.

her: oh he just said he’s at home, was there something you needed?

that text broke your heart. he’s at home? worst of all he texted her back and not you? you just left her on read and headed home.

as you slammed your phone on the bed, you got ready to sleep. slipping into one of hajime’s shirts and a pair of underwear you tuck yourself in. while drifting, you inhaled his shirt and it smelled like him. his cologne had a wood musk scent to it which you adored. and before you realized it, you were crying. crying yourself to sleep.

the next morning during school, you did everything in your power to ignore hajime. you skipped the lockers, lunch, and even prevented going to bathroom in case he was there. who could blame you? you were still upset after being stood up.

“miss y/n, could you grab these papers and send it to the office please?” your teacher asked.

you picked up the hefty amount of sheets and went on your merry way. with your guard down roaming the hallways, you failed to notice her and hajime at the end of it. as you both looked up from a long distance with eye contact, you simply turned around and took a detour. you could hear sneakers quickly catching up to you. it was hajime.

“hey baby i haven’t seen you all day,” he wrapped his arm around you.

you ignored him and continued looking straight ahead.

“hey are you okay?”

silence.

“y/n if you’re going to act like this and not tell me what’s going on, i’m going to go.” hajime said with a stern voice. you bit your lip, trying to hold tears back. you nudged yourself off of him and replied “fine.”

how could he be mad at you? and why’s he acting like nothing happened?

at the end of the school day, hajime was waiting at the gates for you. you caught sight of him and sighed. you couldn’t hold it off any longer. as you approached him, you saw her peeking out next to him. of course. with annoyance, you started walking home, with them behind you. the walk home was silent, excluding the loud footsteps trailing behind you. as soon as she turned for her house and a couple more steps, hajime grabbed your wrists and gently pinned you on the wall.

“tell me what’s wrong.”

immediately, tears start falling down your face.

“how could you forget about our sixth months?”

at this point, iwaizumi’s face turned pale. paler than a sheet of printer paper. he quickly kissed your tears, and rambled apologies.

“i can explain, that day hachi had some major family issues. her dad had just left the house to get drunk, and her mom was out of town. she needed me to come over, so i rushed.”

“so then, why didn’t you text me back?”

“what?”

“you heard me”

“i gave my phone to hachi because her dad broke hers.”

you gave a confused look. her phone wasn’t broken, she literally texted you and to think about it you never said her name aloud or in your thoughts.

“what? i literally texted her the night of and she said you texted her back saying you were home”

“hachi wouldn’t do that.”

did he just assume that you would lie? what reason would you even have to lie? you pulled up your phone and showed him the messages.

“this was probably a misunderstanding, are you sure your connection was good? some of them probably didn’t send so it looks bad” he casually said.

you were just in so much shock when he said that. how could he? why did he? your head started to feel stressed so you just walked away. not wanting to hear his idiotic excuses anymore. he trailed behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

“please don’t leave us on bad terms, i’m sorry i won’t do it again” you felt tears on the back of your school uniform.

“i guess it wouldn’t hurt to forget this one instance” you thought to yourself. so what did you do? you forgave him.

poor little naive girl.

after you guys made up, he decided to have a make up anniversary. you guys cuddled up on your bed and watched many sappy romance movies while ordering your favorite place. this was way better than an expensive dinner. you were just glad he was in your arms again and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

you got up from the bed with his arms dragging behind to go into your dresser, where you hid the box. as you were about to turn around and suprise him, his phone rang. who could be calling at this hour? you know who. hachi.

“don’t pick it up” you frowned.

“please babe just give me one second?” he pouted.

you nod in a agony. as he answered it, you could hear dramatic tears on the other end with a concerned hajime on the line.

“are you okay?! he did what?! i’m coming right now”

as he ended the call, he buckled his pants back on.

“you’re kidding right?”

you hid the tiny box behind your back.

“what are you talking about y/n?” he frustrated, clearly stressed out.

“this is our anniversary and you’re going over to see another girl?”

“y/n, she’s my best friend and you know that. plus she’s home alone and her dad just broke a window.”

“then can i come with you?”

he shook his head, “i don’t think she wants anyone to see her in that state right now”

“except for you, hm makes sense okay”

“can you please not be insecure for like one day?” his fingers ran through his hair.

your eyes widened, “are you fucking serious? you’re the one that made me insecure! first i dropped the whole dinner phone text thing even though there was obvious evidence hachi was trying to sabotage us, why can’t you see it?!”

“y/n, at the beginning of our relationship you acknowledged that i had a close girl friend. and with that, the dinner thing was just a misunderstanding. stop bringing that up or else.” he aggressed.

“are you seriously threatening me right now?”

“if you leave right now.. t-then we’re over!” the words just slipped out of your mouth. both of you guys were in shock. you were just so relentlessly depleted from this argument that you decided this was your solution.

he furiously opened the door, “hajime wai-” you were cut off by the door slamming shut. tears were flowing like a waterfall at this point. you gave yourself some time to breathe and reevaluate. you couldn’t lose hajime, he was your person. your light. your yellow. you put on your sneakers and ran to hachi’s house, knowing he’d be there. you grabbed the promise ring alongside so you could beg for forgiveness.

your breath was ragged, damn were you out of shape. but at the end, you got to your destination. as you analyzed the house, there seem to be no windows broken, but the front door was opened slightly. you knew she was lying from the start about her dad smashing things. you slowly walked in as quiet as possible and could hear sobs in the other room. as you pressed your ear to the door, it was hajime’s sobs. your heart felt so much guilt, sayings like “i love her so much” and “how could she just say that?” were the only phrases you could comprehend. then there was silence. as you opened the door, prepared to make up, you couldn’t believe your eyes. hachi and hajime’s face were about a half an inch away from each other. they both looked up at you.

“nice intact windows, take this stupid fucking ring, you’re dead to me iwaizumi” you chucked the box at him. as he looked at the box, it had been embroidered ‘promise’ on it and he knew what that meant. you quickly made your exit through the door with hajime closely behind you.

you stopped in your tracks, “please just leave me alone” your voice now dainty.

“y/n, plea-”

“please what? please forget about what i saw? i knew it i fucking knew it. you know what, this whole time you made me like the bad guy when it was YOU. you made me like this, and the worst part is I STILL LOVE YOU.” you punched jabs into his chest. obviously it didn’t hurt him physically, but emotionally it felt like a million swords were stabbing him repeatedly.

“please stop this, is there anyway you can forgive me? please?” he sobbed.

“i’ll do anything”

“would you leave hachi for me?” you asked sharply.

his hesitation was all you needed. in his head he answered yes, but it was like his vocal chords stopped working. deep in his heart, he knew you deserved better. so he stayed quiet.

“go to hell, go fuck hachi or something see if i care.” but you did care. you just wished that he fought just a little bit for you. but he never did and you had to accept it like a champ.

before this all happened, you had dreamed about iwaizumi hajime and yours’s future. but now it’s all ruined.

you’re left heartbroken and lost $350 on a ring that had no meaning.

[xxdragonwriterxx]

🔥You Are Human, And Damn It, You Are An Important One!🔥

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back! It looks like my tags finally decided to sort themselves out so I wanted to (finally) post a new story! I’m still working on requests though, so don’t worry, those are coming soon! I just wanted to post this in the mean time while I edit those and test if my tags are really fixed on one of my originals so that any requested fics will actually be seen later should an error occur. Thank you so much for your continued support and patience, you guys are so amazing! I hope this makes up for my temporary hiatus! This one actually has a bit of a heavier tone to it but I think I’m finally happy with it! Thanks again for the support, and don’t be afraid to talk to me! Shoot me a message or just spew random bullshit and I’ll still respond 😂. Enjoy!

(Warning: themes of non-con & abuse. This is set in a brothel, but there’s nothing explicit, it’s just mentioned or implied. Just wanted to put it out there! Viewer discretion advised!)

🐉Song Recommendation: “The Gardener” By: Sarah Sparks 🐉

Word Count: ~7k

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It was that time of year. The time of year that Levi hated the most. The Underground Market Festival. It was the time of year in which merchants from all around would come down to the Underground City, away from the prying eyes of the Military Police, and sell anything and everything to the nobles who weren’t exactly looking for orthodox materials. The normally filthy, mostly empty streets would be filled with members of the wealthy, dripping in jewelry, cash, and lavish clothing as they paraded around the sorry excuse for a city, boasting of their wealth and privilege as they bought enough food and luxurious goods to feed three times the number of people in the Underground while sharing none of it.

The days were starting to blur together. Levi honestly couldn’t tell if it had been a day, a week, or a month as the drugs in his system continued to work just like the brothel owners wanted them to, rendering him practically inoperative and perfect for use. His head pounded, swimming with confused thoughts. His gaze was unfocused, warped, and his whole body felt suffocatingly hot despite his lack of cover, his legs shifting as his body instinctively searched for a relief he didn’t even want. But that was exactly how they wanted him.

The sound of his door being unlocked made him look up slowly, his eyes taking a few seconds to fully focus on the man standing in the entrance of his room, a wide, malicious grin on his face. Levi couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose in disgust. The man smelled of sweat and stale alcohol, and his unkempt appearance made Levi itch, even when drugged out of his mind.

“Oh, Levi…” the man cooed, making Levi shudder. “I have another customer for you.”

Even though Levi had been through this time and time again, even though he had been trapped in his filthy room since he was caught stealing from a merchant friend of the brothel owner at age twenty, even though the drugs in his system were making his body scream for what this new customer could give him, he still couldn’t help the wave of dread that washed through him, the fear. Levi didn’t fear much, having grown up on the streets of the Underground alone since he was abandoned by Kenny at the age of ten, but this? This he was scared of.

He thought back to the wretched old man that had abandoned him as a small child and wondered what he would think of him now. Would he be disgusted? Unsurprised? Angry? Not that it mattered. Levi knew he would never see him again. But even so, his brain couldn’t help itself from going down those roads, asking questions of “what if?” no matter how many times he reminded himself that it didn’t matter. He was just some bastard thug turned whore in the Underground. Nobody was going to even remember him, let alone care about who he was or who he may be in the future.

Levi was once again brought out of his daze when the pig in the doorway moved to the side, letting a noble woman saunter into the room. She had a wicked grin on her face as she approached him, ignoring the brothel owner as he slammed the door shut behind her, giving them some privacy. She was covered in glittering jewelry, and although the dress she wore was extravagant, it was very tight fitting and low cut, barely considered decent, her large breasts one breath away from spilling out over the top. Her hair was pinned up in a lavish braided style, twisting and coiling tightly, and held together with real gold pins that Levi knew must’ve cost a fortune.

“~Well, hello sexy,” the woman purred as she approached the raven-haired man.

Levi had to force himself not to grimace, even with the effect of the drugs, when she slithered her way over his thighs, her hands reaching up to cup his face. The smell of whatever custard perfume she had on was overwhelming, making his eyes water and his throat close up. Her hands felt clammy from all of the lotions and creams she had slathered over her skin to make it look shinier, making them feel like dead fish rubbing against his cheeks.

“Well? Aren’t you going to ask my name?” The woman demanded in a sickly sweet voice, making Levi close his eyes in barely suppressed agony.

“What is your name?” Levi asked in a low voice. He felt the woman preen above him at the sound of his voice, knowing she thought his deep tone was for setting the mood rather than the effect of his despair.

“My name is Lady Clarissa! What’s your name, hmmm?”

“Levi,” He said quietly.

“Oooh, Leevviiii, I like that,” Lady Clarissa practically moaned. “Say, Levi, you were quite expensive. That must mean you're really good at what you do. I can already tell that you fulfill my personal tastes in terms of appearance, so why don’t you convince me of the rest and give me a good time. Don’t make me regret spending my good money on you. Don’t make me punish you.”

Levi gritted his teeth when she ground her hips into him, trying his hardest not to fight back. He knew it would be difficult, the drugs making his movements and mental processes much slower, but at that moment, all he wanted to do was shove her off of him. Swallowing the bile in his throat, Levi reached for her as she leaned down to force her tongue into his mouth.

It was that time of year. The time of year that (Y/N) hated the most. The Underground Market Festival. It took everything in her to avoid groaning in annoyance as the people she was expected to call her friends dragged her down into the filthy Underground City for a day of “fun”. (Y/N) would much rather be back at home, reading a book in the library, or relaxing with the horses in the barn, or secretly practicing her sword fighting skills with the guards of their estate. But her father had forced her to go when her friends had shown up at the house, begging for her to come with them. He claimed she needed to get her priorities straight and actually present herself, show the honor and pride that came with being part of the (L/N) family. (Y/N) thought there was very little honor and pride in parading their wealth around like they owned the world, especially in front of people who constantly struggled to survive on a daily basis.

(Y/N) walked slowly down the worn cobblestone streets, suppressing the urge to gag at the sight of other nobles walking around, looking and acting as if they were rulers of the walls. She barely looked at anything, only stopping to occasionally buy food when she noticed the hungry children hanging around, looking for a scrap to steal. She could tell they were wary of her, but she never stopped trying, always offering them the food in some way, even if it meant leaving it in a secluded space for them to find later.

Her friends constantly tried to get her to engage, running up to her with crystal jewelry, silk clothing, and delectable foods, attempting to entice her, only to get pushed away. (Y/N) wanted no part in any of it. Even her attire spoke volumes about how little she wanted to be there. She knew that to the people of the Underground, the dress she wore would be considered something of utmost value, but when compared to the nobles around her, she looked underdressed and plain. She wore nothing more than a subtle red dress covered with a black leather jacket, paired with black combat boots and matching gloves, no jewelry to be found except for the simple white earrings she wore in her lobes.

Her father had been less than pleased with her appearance, but stopped arguing when she announced she was leaving, the lord just happy she had at least agreed to go to the festival. She knew he was disappointed in her, annoyed that she wasn’t like the other noble ladies who loved to flaunt their luxurious lifestyles and bend to the every whim of the lords around them, looking to marry early for money and power. (Y/N) wouldn’t be surprised if the entire reason her father wanted her here was so she could possibly win over the affections of a single lord milling about, one that was rich and influential. It was for that possibility alone that (Y/N) had originally thought to wear something that made her look underdressed, having to swallow the bile that rose in her throat at the prospect of catching some snobby noble’s attention.

“Yeah, her name is (Y/N)! She’s the one right over there, I think she could use a good time.”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up when she heard her name, her eyes shooting over to where her friends were standing in a group in front of a large building. All of them were looking at her, covering their faces with their hands to hide their giggles. Dread filled her to the brim when she saw the sign in front of the building, her face paling in horror.

“That one, eh? I think we can arrange something like that,” the brothel owner said, a smug smile on his lips as he stared at her, his grin only widening as her cheeks flushed a brilliant red. “Don’t worry, I’ve got one in particular that could give you a good ride. He’s expensive since he’s my most popular, but he’s worth it.”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to argue, her cheeks on fire as her brain fought to think of something, anything to get her out of this situation. She didn’t want to fuck some random stranger for no reason, but she especially didn’t want to have sex in a brothel. She found them vulgar, repulsive, and horrible. The way they treated their “workers” was appalling. Just as the words finally reached the tip of her tongue, one of the girls she had come to the festival with cut off her impending argument.

“Damn, I’m jealous! If he’s that good I’m almost tempted to take him myself. But she needs this. She hasn’t loosened up the entire time we’ve been here and I think this might help. She’ll take him.”

The greasy man smiled and wrote her name down, happily accepting the roll of cash her friend handed him before getting up, supposedly to let the man know that he had another customer on the way. (Y/N) tried to escape when she could, but her friends rushed up and caught her before she could slip into the shadows, dragging her over to the brothel and shoving her towards an open door where the brothel owner stood, a creepy smile still plastered on his face.

“Guys! I don’t want this!” (Y/N) whispered frantically as she was dragged towards her doom.

“It doesn’t matter if you want it or not, you need it!” One of her friends said with a laugh. “Besides, you’re going to have a fun time. Don’t make us regret spending that money for you!”

(Y/N) was practically thrown into the room, stumbling as she fought to catch her balance, before the door was slammed shut behind her, the loud sound of the lock being latched reverberating around the room with the finality of a death toll. Huffing in anger, (Y/N) stood and brushed herself off, smoothing out her dress and straightening back up to her full height, fighting off the panic slithering up her spine.

A low groan of pain coming from behind her made her whirl around in surprise, her eyes landing on a shorter, pale skinned man with stunning silver eyes and raven black hair. Gods he looked pathetic. She could definitely tell he was attractive, it made sense now as to why he was a popular choice, but he looked sickly, his cheeks hollowed out, dark circles under his eyes, and a muscled yet neglected body starting to wear thin from years of hunger and constant overuse. The sight made her want to be sick. How could anybody be cruel enough to force themselves onto this obviously abused man? How could anyone willingly pay money to fuck him rather than help him?

“Um, hello,” (Y/N) said quietly. “W-What’s your name?”

The man raised an eyebrow, not used to the soft, kind, almost shy way she asked for his name. The women and occasional men he dealt with most of the time were demanding, controlling, and sadistic, knowing they paid for a man they could use, and their voices usually projected that. Yet, this woman looked as if she had been forced to do this, further supported by the way she had been nearly thrown into the room by whom he assumed was her friends.

“Levi,” he said quietly, waiting for the usual routine to start, no matter how much his gut twisted in disgust at the thought.

“Hi, Levi, I’m (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)...” Levi murmured softly, training himself to memorize it despite his swimming brain, knowing she would want him to scream it out later. Whether in pain or in pleasure, he wasn’t sure yet.

“Um…” (Y/N) was about to speak, her mind scrambling for something to say when her eye caught sight of a large bruise on his neck. Her eyes widened and suddenly started scanning his entire body, her stomach roiling more and more the longer she stared. Now that she was really paying attention, (Y/N) could see painful bites, hickeys, and splotchy bruises littering his neck, jaw, chest, and thighs. Her eyes narrowed on the long, bloody scratches running down the length of his chest and back, and she noticed blooming red patches of skin all over him that were raw and aching from being slapped hard and rough over and over again. 

He was wearing a loose pair of worn boxers as his only cover, and (Y/N) could only imagine what other horrors the thin cloth was hiding. Glancing down, she saw him shift uncomfortably, his boxers tented by his arousal. The sight made her growl in anger, knowing that to keep him going after he had already had so many customers for the day, a drug was being used to make him insatiable, forcing him past the point of pain and probably clouding his judgement and mental process as well. It made her want to go cut up the brothel owner and serve him to a pig.

Without thinking, (Y/N) rushed to him, reaching out to him, only to freeze when he flinched. She heard him curse at the involuntary movement, knowing it was his job to appear as unaffected and sexually appealing as possible, and it made her heart clench even harder, her hatred for this place and the people who ran it increasing tenfold.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) immediately slowed her movements, trying to appear as calm and unhurried as possible. Her gaze softened and glazed with unshed tears when he closed his eyes, his arms reaching out as he prepared for her to sit on his lap and have her way with him like she knew every other man and woman who used him did. Gritting her teeth against the fury she felt, she carefully slid her way across his thighs. She felt him force himself to relax under her as he leaned forward to let her kiss him.

When he felt nothing, and heard something click, Levi cracked open his eyes in curiosity, only to have them fly open all the way when he felt something cool and wet against his neck. Looking down at the woman in his arms, his lips parted in shock, watching in confused awe as she leaned back and soaked a small cloth in some water from a bottle, rinsing the fresh blood from the fabric. Looking to the side, he saw a small first aid kit by her feet, the container open to reveal a variety of medical tools inside.

(Y/N) leaned forward again, raising the towel to his neck to dab at his abrasions, washing them carefully, reverently, almost... lovingly. Levi opened and closed his mouth but no words came out as she continued to work on him, delicately cleaning his jaw and neck before carefully moving on to his chest. Was this some kind of strange ritual she always performed during sex? Did she just find him dirty and want to clean him up before putting her lips or her pussy on his skin? His mind was running a million miles a minute as she worked on him in silence, only pausing when he hissed quietly at the feeling of his gashes being washed.

(Y/N) frowned as she gently swiped the cloth along the red gouges in his skin. They were deep, most likely caused by the long, sharp nail extensions some ladies liked to wear, or the dull blade of a man with violent tendencies. It didn’t surprise her, a lot of the men and women who used people like this did have sadistic qualities, but it didn’t help to quell the now roaring fire in her blood, wanting nothing more than to fight against the injustice of this man.

“W-What are you doing?” Levi finally managed to ask.

“Cleaning your wounds.”

“Why? Is this some kind of-”

“Preparation? No. We aren’t going to do anything. I just want to help your injuries heal.”

Levi felt like his brain was full of static, like his mouth was stuffed with cotton. He wasn’t complaining, far from it, but he couldn’t get a reading on this woman. Why would she, a noble from the surface, want to help him, a hopeless whore from the Underground?

“Wha-”

“Before you ask what my intentions are, I’m just going to tell you that I didn’t even want to do this. I was forced to come to this festival because my father wants me to become more of a proper noble woman. But since I wasn’t too thrilled about having to be here, the people I came with thought I could use an opportunity to loosen up, and paid for me to do this with you in the hopes that I’d start having fun with them afterwards. But I have no intention of doing any of that. I hate how everyone in the Underground is treated like shit, and the last thing I want to do is take advantage of someone who obviously isn’t in control of his situation. I just want to help.”

Levi closed his mouth, all of his protests dying on his tongue. He still had questions, a lot of them, but he decided those could wait, her explanation making him feel surprisingly relaxed for someone who had trained himself to never take the word of a noble at face value. He had never met anyone like her. Even before he was forced to whore himself out, all he had ever known of nobles was their complete lack of humility and egotistical sense of self-importance. 

It was silent for a moment, but this time, the silence was more comfortable, both of them starting to relax a little as (Y/N) continued to patch him up. Levi felt himself loosen up a bit, his muscles unwinding as his hands settled on her waist, keeping her securely balanced on his lap as she worked. Pride swirled in (Y/N)’s chest as she felt his tense muscles soften, her eyes sparkling as she started to work her way towards earning his trust.

“What’s your happiest memory?” (Y/N) asked suddenly.

Levi quirked an eyebrow in suspicion, “Why should I tell you, brat?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” (Y/N) said, shaking her head and stifling a giggle at the nickname. “I only asked because I figured we may as well talk while we do this. Not only that, I feel like you could use some happiness right now. But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you don’t want to talk to me, you don’t have to.”

Levi was silent for a minute, the cogs in his mind turning as he tried to make what he believed to be the right decision despite the fog clouding his judgement. Just as she had promised, (Y/N) waited patiently, not pressuring him to answer, or even bringing up another question. She merely sat in silence, her clear (e/c) eyes narrowed on his injuries as she worked to make him feel better.

“There was a time when I was with my friend Farlan, a few years back. We were doing a job, trying to get rid of a troublesome merchant for a client of ours when we found out the merchant had a cat. We were hiding around the corner, waiting to strike when that damn cat jumped up onto Farlan’s lap. I’m fine with cats, but that was the day we found out Farlan had some kind of allergy to them. He was trying to hold back his sneezes but finally lost control right when the merchant came around the corner, and Farlan ended up sneezing really violently in his face. That merchant got so scared he must’ve jumped at least three feet in the air, and even managed to piss himself before he took off. We still had to finish him off later, but in that moment, when Farlan was mortified and our target was running for the hills because of a cat induced sneeze, I couldn’t help but laugh a little.”

(Y/N) had paused in her work to listen to him, and couldn’t help but smile when he finished his story. Going back to work, (Y/N) didn’t ask what happened to Farlan, not wanting to drag him back down after she had finally gotten him to talk to her, about something so personal no less.

“What about you?” Levi asked.

“Hmm, I think I’d have to say when I got my horse for my birthday,” (Y/N) said. “I was never around the horses, wasn’t allowed to be in the barn because it wasn’t “proper for a lady”. But I loved them, loved seeing them on the streets when other nobles would come visit my father or when the soldiers from the Survey Corps would come back from a mission. I couldn’t stay away, so no matter how much my father tried to squash my love of them, it just wouldn’t happen. My mother eventually convinced him to let it go, and surprised me with a little chestnut filly that I named Sashay when I was about sixteen years old. Now, she’s my best friend. We’ve been through everything together, and she’s the only one who doesn’t try to force me to be something I’m not. Aside from the royal guards, I guess. They learned a long time ago to stop trying to get me to sit still and look pretty when I beat all of them in the sword fighting ring.”

Levi’s brows shot up into his hair at that, his lips parting in surprise. “You know how to sword fight?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Yeah, not what you were expecting, huh?”

“No,” Levi said. “I’ve never heard of a noble woman who could fight, let alone with a blade. Are you any good?”

“I tend to think so, but that all depends on who I’m up against,” (Y/N) said with a cheeky smile.

For some reason, Levi couldn’t help but smile back for the first time in years. His lips felt chapped and strained from disuse, but it felt good, a light feeling flooding his chest with warmth. “You said earlier that your horse’s name is Sashay,” Levi said, suddenly changing the topic.

“Mm hm.”

“That’s weird.”

(Y/N) giggled at his bluntness, making another fluttering feeling swirl in his chest. He had never met anyone other than Farlan who saw his language as something other than rude.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” (Y/N) said. “But I named her that because she is a sassy chestnut mare. I like to imagine that if she were human, she’d be someone you wouldn’t want to mess with, someone who wouldn’t take shit from anyone, but would do so with a spicy attitude. So I named her accordingly.”

Levi huffed a laugh at her response but almost immediately regretted it when the movement of his chest caused the rough gauze at her fingertips to brush against his injuries a little harder than before, the stinging sensation making him hiss in pain.

“Sorry!” (Y/N) said, quickly retracting her hands and holding them up, waiting for him to give her the signal to continue.

“Not your fault,” Levi mumbled, motioning that it was alright for her to get back to work. “Thank you, by the way. I don’t think I said that before.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “You don’t have to thank me. I want to do this.”

Levi wanted to ask her why but remembered what she had told him at the start of this and decided to trust her word, swallowing the question and instead changing topics. “Why do you even have this? Do you always just carry a first aid kit around?”

“Only when I come to the Underground. I want to have it available for those who really need it.”

“You do know that at least half of the people down here would kill you without a second thought to get to that medicine. Or they’d kill you if they thought you were pitying them.”

“I know, but I’d like to think I can handle myself a bit more than the average person. Even so, I usually keep it hidden unless I really want or need to use it on someone, and it’s only for quick patch-ups anyway. I can’t really fix anything major.”

(Y/N) finally finished with his front and carefully slid off of his thighs, moving slowly to begin working on his back. She made sure he was okay with everything she was doing before settling herself down onto the edge of the bed behind him, her hands reaching up to start her work once more.

Levi wanted to know more about her. He felt as if he could talk to her for hours, as if he had known her for years. He wanted to know what made her laugh, what made her cry, what her vision was for the future. It was insane, so much so that Levi idly wondered if he’d fallen off the deep end. But he couldn’t deny it. She was just too intriguing, so surprisingly kind, so genuine.

What was your childhood like? What are your favorite things to do? Do you come down here often? When will I see you again?

The questions continued to rattle around in Levi’s head as they once again lapsed into a comfortable silence but he forced all of them back, not wanting to seem either too desperate to get to know her, or be seen as coming on too strong.

After debating with himself for a while, Levi finally settled on, “You’ve mentioned your father a lot, and how he doesn’t want you to be yourself.”

(Y/N) tensed a little, her face twisted in a grimace behind Levi’s back. “Yeah… he used to be better about it, but ever since my mother died, he’s been like a tyrant. He’s upset he didn’t get a son in the first place, but now that he’s stuck with me for a daughter, he’s even more disappointed that I’m not someone he can easily make profits off of by marrying me off to someone. Not only have I been adamant about not allowing it, but no nobleman wants a woman who can think for herself. A woman who can ride a horse, go toe to toe with her soldiers, has an opinion, and is knowledgeable about current conflicts. They want someone who will dress up all pretty for them and be in bed, ready to satisfy them when they get home from gambling and drinking all day while sitting on their parents’ money.”

Levi scoffed and (Y/N) huffed in agreement. “I’m just not that kind of person. Every suitor that has ever met me has run away from my casual attire and sailor’s mouth.”

“Your father wasn’t like this when your mother was alive?” Levi asked.

“He was, but he wasn’t as bad. My parents were in an arranged marriage, but they got along alright. At least my father loved my mother enough to listen to her most of the time when she told him to lay off of me. I honestly think she’s the reason why I have such a strong fighting spirit.”

“I’m sorry she’s gone,” Levi said awkwardly, not used to providing words of comfort.

“Thanks,” (Y/N) said genuinely, a warm smile gracing her beautiful features.

“I didn’t know my mother that well,” Levi said haltingly, still unsure why he felt comfortable telling her about things he hadn’t even talked to Farlan about. “She died of a disease when I was four years old. She was a prostitute, like me, so I never knew my father. When she died, I was picked up by a man named Kenny, who I thought might’ve been my father for a short while, but as I grew older, I realized he wasn’t. I don’t have any proof, I just know. When he abandoned me at ten, I was alone for a few years before I met Farlan.”

“So… you didn’t get stuck doing this because of your mother?” (Y/N) asked carefully, almost afraid to ask in case it made him shy away from her.

“No,” Levi said slowly. “I was twenty years old when I was caught stealing from a rich friend of this brothel owner. I had made a mistake and there was no way out. He figured out who I was, a thug who was known at the time for carrying out favors for people, whether that meant stealing or killing depended on how much they were willing to pay. Unfortunately, this led them to Farlan, and he gave me a choice. Me, or my best and only friend.”

“And you chose to save your friend at the expense of yourself,” (Y/N) finished for him in a hoarse whisper, filled with horror and unbridled fury at what this man had been through. She figured she should’ve been alarmed, he had just admitted that he had blood on his hands. He was a thief, a thug, a criminal, a murderer. But (Y/N) knew those things were nearly requirements for living in the Underground and no matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t think of anything that would make this man deserve what he was going through.

(Y/N) opened her mouth to say something just as she put the last bandage in place when a loud pounding on the door startled them both. “Time’s up, you two!” The brothel owner shouted through the door.

(Y/N) shot up from the bed and rushed around to where the water and first aid kit sat, quickly packing up the little box of supplies and splashing her face with water, trying to make herself look sweaty enough to look convincing. Once everything had been packed away, (Y/N) stood and shrugged off her leather jacket, throwing it to him.

“Here, take this, it’ll keep your boss from seeing the bandages and trying to get rid of them. It’ll also give your injuries a little more protection from the bacteria in this room.”

Levi wanted to refuse, tell her he couldn’t accept a gift like this, even if it was temporary, but no words would come out as he watched the beautiful woman in front of him mess up her hair and swipe her fingers across her lips, trying to make herself look as wrecked as possible. When she finally looked the part enough to seem convincing, (Y/N) made her way to the door, turning one last time before she opened it to throw him a wink and a sweet smile.

“~Goodbye Levi, I hope we can see each other again soon.”

The lilt in her voice was fake, an act for anyone who may be listening on the other side of the door, meant to be taken as a sickly promise of more sexual endeavors to come, but he could feel the genuine emotion in her statement.

“I hope so too,” Levi said quietly after she had already left, the once comforting quiet of his room now making him feel lonely and empty.

The sound of pounding on his door woke Levi abruptly, making the raven-haired man growl in anger and annoyance. It was rare that the poor man got to sleep, not only because customers could come in at almost any time, day or night, but also because of the horrible insomnia that often plagued him. It made him even more irritable to be woken up, his body sore and his mind groggy as another round of pounding roused him further and prompted him to swing his legs over the side of the small cot he was provided when not busy fucking, and make his way to the door.

“What?” Levi snapped when he swung open the door, genuinely surprised that the pig who owned him hadn’t just burst into his room like he always did, raving about yet another customer for Levi.

“Get your shit, you’re going to the surface.”

Levi blinked. This had to be some kind of joke. The brothel owner never let anyone under his foot leave the brothel, let alone the Underground. Even the highest class noble women couldn’t request for him to come to them, the old man not trusting his prostitutes to be sent back. Especially Levi.

“Oi, your ears gone to shit now? Grab your pathetic bullshit and get out of my sight,” the man snarled, his small, watery eyes narrowed on Levi like he was the scum of the world.

Shaking himself out of it, Levi didn’t hesitate for another moment, rushing back into his room to grab the pitifully few things he had with him, including the leather jacket he had gotten from (Y/N), draping it over his shoulders to hide his healing injuries just in case it was a trick. The festival was still going on afterall, this could just be some ruse the old man set up to make the experience more interesting for the men and women who paid for him.

When Levi returned, the man pulled a gun from his jacket pocket and jerked his head, signaling Levi to follow him. Levi knew better than to risk running. In his full health he could’ve easily escaped from the man’s clutches, but with little more than a half hour of rest, his injured body, weak muscles, and the remnants of the drugs still working through his system, Levi didn’t trust himself to outrun a bullet, and knew the pig wouldn’t hesitate to fire, no matter how valuable Levi was to him. 

Even though Levi kept expecting the brothel owner to turn down a secluded street and lead him right into an ambush or trick of some sort, he never did, leading Levi right to the stairs exiting the Underground. When they reached the guards at the base of the stairs, the man took two slips of paper from the inner pocket of his worn brown coat and showed it to the guard. When he was cleared to continue on, the brothel owner turned and motioned for Levi to stay close as he stomped his way up the stairs, grumbling incoherently to himself all the while.

Breaching the surface, Levi brought an arm to his face, shielding his eyes from the intensity of the sun as it attacked his face with warm, bright light. He eventually got used to it, slowly lowering his arm and rushing to catch up with his boss, who was impatiently grunting for him to hurry up.

Passing through what appeared to be a busy market square, Levi followed the brothel owner along the lively cobblestone streets until they reached a quieter part of the town, stopping along the edge of a beautiful flower field, the grassy meadow filled with colorful blossoms that secretly took Levi’s breath away.

The sound of horse hooves caught his attention, and Levi looked up only to have the air fly from his lungs when (Y/N)’s bright face came into view, the stunning woman seated astride whom he assumed to be Sashay and flanked by two armed men.

“Right on time,” the brothel owner grumbled, his little pig eyes narrowing when he saw her passive aggressive smile.

“Of course I’m on time, this is my deal, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah,” the man growled. “Are you sure you want this one? He’s my most popular, I’d hate to lose him.”

“Yes, he’s the one I want. Besides, I believe the money I’ve paid you has far exceeded the profit you have earned from having him around. I’m sure you will be able to manage.”

The man sneered at her but didn’t respond, using the muzzle of the gun to push Levi forward and digging in his pocket to fish out the same pieces of paper he had shown the guards on the stairs, handing them to (Y/N).

“Thank you, sir. I believe we are done here.”

The brothel owner slunk off, casting dark looks at her but refusing to argue as he hunkered off to head back down to the Underground, where he would continue to rot like the rat he was. Levi watched him go before turning to (Y/N), surprised by the bright smile she flashed him when he met her gaze.

“(Y/N)? What’s going on?”

(Y/N) smiled even wider and held up the pieces of paper she had been handed. One of them was the file labeling him as a slave to the brothel owner, keeping him from escaping, and the other was a bill of sale. His eyes widened when he saw her signature on the bottom of both pages, officially registering her as his new owner. He opened his mouth, about to speak when she took both pages in her hands and ripped them in half, letting the torn pages float onto the street below, forgotten, useless.

“There, you’re free now.”

Levi was at a loss for words, his mouth gaping open. “(Y/N)? What-”

“Before you ask me what my intentions are, I’m just going to tell you that I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t stop thinking about your life, your sacrifice, your pain, and I decided I could do something about it. You are human, and damn it, you are an important one! I couldn’t just leave you there. Now, you won’t have to work for anyone but yourself. You won’t have to cater to anyone else’s needs and you can fulfill whatever dreams you have.”

“But, that must’ve cost you a fortune, to cover more than the amount of money he’s made off of using me? What about-”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Levi. I want to use my funds for good, put them towards the people who need it the most. That includes you. Especially you. I couldn’t bear the thought of you having to stay in that shit hole for even a second longer than necessary.”

“What do I do now, then?” Levi asked, trying to focus on keeping his voice steady.

“Well, you can do whatever you want now. You’re a free man, you can find a house and settle down somewhere, or you can go back to the Underground and pick up your life where you left off. You can join the military, or you can start a small business here in the square. It’s anything you want. You get to choose your life now.”

“And what if I don’t want to do any of those things?”

(Y/N) couldn’t help the smile that flashed across her face then, her heart filling with warmth. “Like I said, it’s your choice, you can do whatever you want, carve your own path, but if you want to come with me, you’re always welcome to.”

Levi’s lip twitched and he took a step forward, reaching up to pat Sashay’s muzzle as he got closer. “Alright, I’ll follow you.”

(Y/N) beamed before turning around to nod at each one of her guards, dismissing them. When they had left, presumably returning to (Y/N)’s family estate, she reached down for him, her hand extended for him to take. Placing his rough palm into her warm hand, he allowed her to help him up into the saddle behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist to keep himself secure as (Y/N) kicked Sashay into an easy canter. Sighing blissfully, Levi let himself relax, his chin coming down to rest on (Y/N)’s shoulder as they made their way home, together.

Levi had never expected to see the day when he would willingly go with a noble, but then again, he never thought he’d ever meet a noble like (Y/N). Now, as he felt her warmth soak into his chest, he knew he’d made the right decision.

Levi finally felt the remnant effects of the drugs in his system fade away as the sun beams broke through the fluffy clouds in the sky, leaving his mind clear. He was making this decision all on his own, nothing left to impair his judgement, and no matter what, he knew he would never regret the path he chose to take just so long as (Y/N) stayed by his side.

[roll-da-credits]

Scenario: Putting Make-Up on Nekoma Boys

Characters: Kozume Kenma, Lev Haiba, Alisa Haiba cause I love her sm omfg

A/n: This was HEAVILY inspired by my desire to look feminine the way guys are just because of a tiktok video. Small warning (?) I literally do not know how to describe doing Lev’s make up, because it just looks so fucking complicated. (also can you imagine how pretty timeskip Lev would look with that makeup look??? Just god, chef’s kiss dude).  Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy my first scenario thing.

Inspo; Kenma’s, Lev’s, Alisa’s

🖤❤️🖤

Kozume Kenma

You knew putting on make-up on your boyfriend wasn’t going to be that difficult. He’s used to sitting on a chair hours on end, being unbothered by anything around him. Getting him to agree to doing it was the difficult part. This mission all started when you as Kenma’s lover got tagged repeatedly in a video where a girl was begging you to do make up on him, to complete the femboy look. Since he already wore a skirt for a tiktok trend once.

After much planning and looking for the perfect time you finally convinced him to put it as a reward for a charity stream he was doing. If the donations got to 100k he would let you put on make up on him.

“I still think this is a bad idea.” He chuckled setting up his stream. You, who was laying on his bed watching him mischievously grinned, “Why not??? 100K is a lot of money, I doubt people would donate that much.”

Oh how wrong you were. Within the first hour the donation already double that number and Kenma could only glare at you for convincing him to do it. You burst in laughter when he looked at you desperately wanting the stream to be over already. “Fine, just don’t put a full face on me.” 

You laughed and introduced yourself to the stream before going to put on his make up. You had decided to do a tiktok look where the guys are feminine the way boys are. By defining his cheekbones, giving him slightly bushier brows, deepening his eyes, and finally a bit of eyeliner. His stream went wild.

Everyone, excluding him, seems to be enjoying the entire process and the end result. His fans even begun donating more and requesting other make up looks to you.

“Babe look, someone want me to use bold colors on you. Can I do it?”

“No.”

You laughed every time he would immediately say no at your request, but you didn’t miss the slight blush that crept to his face every single time. You had a slight hunch that he actually enjoyed being dolled up. A mental reminder made it’s way to your mind to ask him after the stream if he wanted to do it more often. 

You were almost 100% sure he’d say yes. 

“Right take it off.” You ignored him and went back to your position in the background. “Y/n I swear.”

“What you don’t think I did a good job?” You decided to teased him much further. He groaned and turned his chair to face you. “I love you, I really do, but please take it off.”

Giggling, you strode to him and gave him a light peck on his forehead. 

“You look incredible, anyways, don’t you have games to play on your stream? Just take it off after.”

You walked back to the bed with a smug grin feeling like you’d won, until, “200k and I’m forcing them to go against me in any game 1v1. It’ll be funny watching them rage and get embarrassed at how bad they are. ” 

The donation bar was at 190K.

Lev Haiba

Lev was very used to using make up, not full on full faced make up but more of a touch up. He was a model after all. But his make up looks were always to make his already beautiful natural face shine even more. It was never editorial or over the top and you desperately wanted to change that.

“Babe?” You called him when he got home after working. He hummed in reply. “Would you let me put on make up on you?”

Immediately, he jumped over to your side with the biggest smile in his face, he looked like a energetic puppy. “So, yes?” You looked at him with an amused grin. In which he replied to your question nodding enthusiastically. 

Because he came home earlier than he usually do, you decided to do the make up on him right at that moment. That and because he followed you around like a lost puppy for 5 minutes straight whilst you were doing other chores, very expectant about the pretty make up you were going to put on him.

You decided to pick a bright blue eyeshadow that would not only match his dark navy suit he was wearing for a photoshoot, but also his beautiful eyes. After hours of working you were pleasantly surprised that Lev stayed still. Or at least still enough for you to work without a mess. 

He still talked here and there. Not to mention how he would sometimes look at you dead in the eyes with the most love stricken gaze. It flustered you, yet you were determined to finish the look. 

Once you were finally finished, you brought the mirror close to him and he exploded with joy. “Baby you did incredible!!! How did you do this?!?!” he didn’t stop complimenting you or admiring your work, even as you were setting up some lighting for some photos. Because even you had thought it looked too amazing to not be photographed. 

After taking some pics which was easier due to his modelling skills, you had to physically drag him to the bathroom to wash all of it off. He complained and whined to you but you still forced him to clean it, afraid he would get acne if he kept it overnight.

The next day at work though, you got a message from Lev. 

‘CONGRATS!!! You’re my new make up artist now, I won’t take no for an answer  😁’

You spammed him repeatedly asking him what he meant by that but he just left you on read.

Alisa Haiba

You already knew your girlfriend, Alisa Haiba, was a rather hopeless romantic. But you’d never expected it would’ve placed you, her lover, in this kind of situation. Currently you were in front of an already dressed Alisa ready for her shoot and you were expected to put on make up on her. 

“Love, this is too much pressure.” You looked at the array of make up tools Alisa had set up for you in a nervous wreck.

“I know you’re good at make up!! I just wanted to show your skills off to my team!” She smiled rather expectantly at you. 

With eyes like an excited kitten ready to play you couldn’t refuse. 

See it all started when you were experimenting with your own make up. Trying to do random editorial looks and so on. What you didn’t account for was your peeping girlfriend in the door frame watching your every move with sparkles in her eyes.

Her mind raced with the possibilities of the both of you working together in a set, her as your model. To her it seemed like a dream come true and a way to satisfy her imaginative mind when it came to romance. Though, you being in the situation right now, you couldn’t help but feel anxious at the eager gazes of everyone in the room. 

From the make up artists working on the other models, to the photographer. Everyone was waiting for you to make the first move, they wanted to see what Alisa’s chatter was about when she recommended you for a high end brand modeling job.

“Remind me what the theme was again?” You gulped nervously as you started racking your brain for ideas. “Angelic.” She answered.

Finally exhaling the breath you’ve been holding, you picked up a brush and began to work on her eyes. You had seen her looks in all of her modeling gigs, they used a lot of light blue to contrast with her beautiful platinum hair and bright blue eyes. So, you wanted to do something different.

Something that would most likely impress the people around you and hopefully not bring down Alisa’s reputation for recommending you. 

After you were done, you held your breath once more and stepped aside to let Alisa look at the mirror. Shockingly she squealed and jumped to crush you in a hug.

“It’s so pretty!!!” That exact moment you could feel the tension in the entire room drop immediately. 

Everyone was rather impressed by your skills and especially Alisa who begged you to be her MUA for the rest of her career. Which you declined with a wry smile, you didn’t think you could handle the crushing pressure that the stares of everyone in the room would bring every single time. 

[marvelsbetch]

Peter Parker’s field trip part 2

March 7th

Peter's POV

I woke up peacefully to Friday playing Highway to Hell and telling me it was 6:30am and I needed to get up for school. Concerned for Wade's sleeping I quickly told Friday to be quiet and that I was up, I obviously didn't want to wake him at such a cruel hour.

Stumbling out of my room in a sleep filled haze, almost walking into the door frame and tripping over my shoes, I made my way to the kitchen to find Pops trying to cook breakfast and silently arguing with Thor who put his hammer in front of the fridge yet again, Loki really is a bad influence on the God.

"Uncle Thor please move the hammer so I can have breakfast. Please." I requested giving him my puppy dog eyes knowing he can't resist them.

With a small grunt Thor moved his hammer and set it on top of the kitchen counter out of people way. Pops sent me a grateful look before pulling eggs, milk and cheese out of the fridge to make Captain America's famous omelette. I smiled slightly and moved to sit on one of the bar stools at the island counter and watched slowly as all the Avengers plus Loki, T'Challa and Shuri were woken up by the amazing smell. All but my boyfriend who could probably sleep through an earthquake, hurricane and tsunami all at once. It's a gift.

-1 hour later-

After breakfast I got ready to just come back here, grabbed my back, kissed my now awake boyfriend goodbye, hugged my Dads goodbye and made my way to the car with Happy prepared to take me to school. On the way Happy gave me a lecture on how I was basically representing Dad and SI so I should be on my best behaviour. It was boring and in all honest, I'd heard it before on the field trip to the zoo we have last month, that didn't end well in all honesty. It's better left saying some monkeys escaped and it totally wasn't my fault.

"Right Kid. We're hear, I'll pick you up tomorrow from here so message me when you're on your way back to school." He told me, I could tell he was going to miss me but I could also tell he was looking forward to the extra one hours sleep he was going to get tomorrow from not needing to drop me off.

"Bye Happy. Tell everyone I'll miss them. See you tomorrow and I'll give regular update and text you if anything happens." I told him before exiting the car and walking up to Ned who was waiting outside the bus ready for me.

"Hey man. You looking forward to the surprise field trip?" Ned asked as we stepped onto the bus.

"Not really. I'm gonna miss everyone at the tower. Wade arrived last night as well so I'm not gonna see him for like another two days." I sighed as we sat down next to each other in the middle of the bus.

"Hey penis. I know what the field trip is and you're gonna be in so much shit." Flash tainted as he passed us.

"Steve wouldn't be happy with your language." I mumbled so only Ned heard. We both giggled a little but everyone was soon quietened down by Mrs Robbins shouting at us.

"Okay so before we leave we must take role call to see who's here." She explained and started reading names off of her sheet. Everyone responded with a simple yes miss and everything was going well until she got to my name.

"Patricia Parker!" She yelled and looked directly at me. I simply ignored it and continued to stare out of the window until she shouted it again louder.

"Come on Penis just answer. Don't try and stall this." Flash huffed from the back of the bus.

"Fine. Peter Parker is here." I told her emphasising the work 'Peter'.

"What ever." She grumbled going back to role call.

-30 minutes later-

As we were driving I noticed a lot of places, it took a few seconds until it finally clicked as to where we were going. Stark Industries. Over night. Oh dear.

“Right kids. We're going to be there in roughly 5 minutes so please get you begs sorted, make sure your areas are clean and you have everything with you." Mrs Robbins told us from the front of the bus.

"I bet you'd recognise this way from your internship, if it was real." Flash sneered as if it was going to affect me.

Soon we pulled into the visitor parking lot and exited the car. I was slightly shaking with anxiety especially when Happy and two other security guards, Johnson and Stone (I don't know their first names) walked over to us and started running through the security guidelines.

"And finally and type of bullying or intolerance towards anyone inside this building with not be tolerated and the person doing it will be kicked out immediately. That could be in 10 minutes or at 2:00 in the morning. It will not be tolerated." Happy finished giving me a look that said 'I know something you don't know I know'. Shit.

"Okay now that that is out of the way with, follow us." Happy said leading us inside the lobby of the building by swiping his security card.

“Okay we're gonna give you all access passes. These are the lowest of the 10 levels you get get so basically all you can use them for is the toilet. We have a strict no re-printing policy and a display policy. In other words you must always have your pass on display on your outer most layer of clothing, if it's lost then you will be searched and escorted out of the building if it is not found. Let that be a warning to everyone." Johnson explained as Stone started handing out the passes, glossing over me, Ned and MJ of course, until everyone had them.

Me, Ned and MJ all had to pull out our avenger themed cards. Mine was half and half Iron Man and Captain America cause there my dads. Ned's was a combo of everyone's as he couldn't decide which one he preferred. MJ went for Nat cause MJ liked the fact that she, and Pepper, could control all of us and was the only girl original Avenger. MJ admires her as a icon for women.

"Okay everyone scan your passes as you walk through the scanner like this." Stone demonstrated as he scanned his pass and walked through the scanner with his hands out.

"Logan Stone. Security level clearance:8. No unauthorised items." F.R.I.D.A.Ys voice announced.

"Now all of you do it." Happy instructed.

Everyone started going through the scanner, Flash being the most smug as his level 1 clearance was announced, until it got the the final three. Me, Ned and MJ. MJ decided to go first, F.R.I.D.A.Y announced her name, level 9 security clearance and the fact she had no unauthorised items with her. Next was Ned, F.R.I.D.A.Y announced his name, level 9 security clearance and the fact he had no unauthorised items. Next was me, I was dreading it.

"Come on Patricia, just admit your internship is fake now and save us all the trouble." Flash shouted over everyone making Happy stop and glare at him. He was about to make a move towards Flash but I put my hand out and stopped him.

"Just leave it Hap. He's not worth cancelling whatever Dad's got planned." I told him in a low voice trying to be unheard.

"He says one more thing and I'll knock him out." Happy threatened.

"I have no doubt you will." I sighed and decided I stalled enough. I quickly scanned my card and walked through the scanner with my hands up like everyone else.

"Peter Stark-Rodgers, level 10 security clearance. No unauthorised items. Mr Stark-Rodgers has already been informed of your arrival. Thank you for using the front entrance." F.R.I.D.A.Ys robotic but slightly sarcastic voice announced.

The tour started off normal. One of the actual interns, Owen, greeted us and me separately. We were quite good friends as he was one of the people to help me when Wade asked me out, I will be eternally grateful to him.

"Okay, our first stop on this tour is the avengers museum. You will be allowed to take photos but please refrain from touching anything as they could activate. Everything thing in this room is the real deal except a few things. We will also be trying to lift Thor's hammer in this room with him there of course." Owen explained. So, this is where Dads plans begin.

We walked into the museum and was greeted with 3 main area. Original Avengers, later added Avengers and Avengers associates. Then, I saw a red and blue display. Spider-Man has his own display IN THE LATER ADDED AVENGERS SECTION. Did this mean Dad wanted me to be an Avenger? What's going on? Did Fury know about this?

Ned grabbed my hand and led me to the display cases where I saw my old suit and computers next to replicas and photos of my current ones. This is so cool.

“Spider-Man is the latest mighty hero to join the Avengers in their mission to protecc the Earth and Asgard. Spider-Man has been described my many to be funny, witty and charming. He the only Avenger to have not revelled his identity yet but we are sure he will in due time. Fun facts about Spider-Man:

He is afraid of Spiders ironically,

He's a complete Daddy's boy,

He made his first suit himself,

He lives with Tony and Steve Stark-Rodgers,

And finally, he can rival Tony Stark-Rodgers levels of Sass." Ned read from the information

I silently groaned at the second fun fact knowing full well Dad was just trying to boost his ego. Oh well, it's kind of hard not to be true.

"Oo Penis Parker checking out the exhibit on his 'friends'." Flash sneered putting air quotes around 'friends'.

"Right, come along people. We have an exclusive lecture with Dr Banner on Gamma radiation and how it affects the human body. Everybody make and orderly que and and we can make our way there." Owen informed and instructed.

We all qued up with me and my friends at the back and started to walk towards the elevator to go to Bruce's lab. Once we found ourselves outside of the lab the reality of the situation set in, we're going to be talking to my Uncle Bruce. While no one in the class knows he's my Uncle and I'm with my Bully and Transphobic teacher. I dread to think what's about to happen.

"Okay kids. Be very polite and respectful, we don't want a code Green." Owen instructed before knocking on the door and waiting for Bruce to open it as Owen didn't have high enough clearance to open the door.

After a minute of waiting and no sign of Bruce Owen knocked again but to no avail. I knew that Bruce was working on a new project last night so it's highly likely he's asleep so I stepped forward, security card in hand and swiped it for entrance.

"Peter Parker, access granted." F.R.I.D.A.Ys voice sounded from above the door way.

I opened the door slowly and saw Bruce asleep on the couch. Motioning for everyone to give me a minute I creeped into the room to gently wake him up.

"Uncle Bruce, you have to give my class a lecture. Uncle Bruce wake up." I said softly and gently shook him awake.

"What? Peter? Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Bruce asked slowly sat up.

"I'm on a field trip and you're supposed to give a lecture to my class. They're all outside but you fell asleep." I informed him.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry. Ask them to give me a minute and I'll be mostly ready. Thanks Pete." Bruce replied scrambling to clean up a little bit and get sorted.

"He'll just be a minute." I informed my class while exiting the room waiting for Bruce when I heard Uncle Clint shifting in the vents. Oh no, this has been planned.

“Hello Midtown. Sorry for the delay, life of a stressed scientist. I'm sure most of you know what that's like. Come in, take a seat and please excuse the mess." Bruce greeted and opened the door wider for us to enter.

We all shuffled into the highly cluttered room and sat down in one of the fold out chairs set us in the centre of the room infront  of three dry erase boards. Uncle Bruce started his lecture but I soon tuned him out as I had heard it all before.

"Peter!" Clint yelled popping his head out from the vent with a grin on his face.

"Barton." I said in a monotone voice to hopefully convey my disinterest in whatever he was planning.

"I was asking if I could go into your room to borrow some silly string. Tony fucked with a few of my arrows and I'm not happy about it. I was literally shocked!" He shouted the last sentence making me wince and cover my ears.

"Yes you may but only one can. I need the rest for Loki cause he's the only one out of all of you that hasn't had a string attack yet. Hopping to change that soon." I informed.

"Cool. I'm taking the blue one. Bye, see you later." He waved before disappearing back into the vents and crawling away.

"He has this all planned doesn't he?" I asked Uncle Bruce signing slightly.

"Sorry kid." He smirked and continued with his lecture despite people only being focused on gawping at me.

Soon after that his lecture was finished and we moved on. Owen took us to a more general development lab where people started their testing to see if it was possible and worth perusing. As soon as we entered I was greeted with Shuri running towards me and hugging me tightly.

"Shuri, you literally saw me last night. Why are you hugging me so tightly?" I asked smiling slightly.

"I still missed you. Brother has been boring but these labs are very interesting, still they would be more so with you here." She told me pulling away and looking at my astonished class.

"Hello children of Midtown High School. I am Shuri Princess of Wakanda and this is my brother, the king." Shuri introduced smiling at everyone's shocked faces.

"I can introduce myself sister." T'Challa told her.

"Now you know how I feel." She told him smirking before walking off to see one of the experiments happening in the room.

We looked around the lab for a little while, I helped a few people with equations and how to improve their testing. Shuri and I shouted memes and vines at each other from across the room. Flask and Mrs Robbins glared at me any chance they got.

"Right Children, it's time for lunch. You've been privileged enough to have lunch on the level 7 balcony right near the landing pad. Please be calm and sensible and respectful of the employees eating there." Owen explained and lead us up to the eating deck.

Once there I immediately noticed Uncle Thor and Loki waiting around the corner obviously looking for me. They truly planned this. Anyway, me, Ned and MJ all walked over to an empty table and they took out their lunches when I noticed I left mine in the kitchen this morning. Shoot.

"Peter!" I hear Thor yell as he and Loki walk around the corner with his arms out.

"Hello Thor. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked jokingly formally.

"Does one need a reason to visit his favourite nephew?" Thor asked bringing me into a hug, possibly crushing everyone of my ribs in the process, while Loki stood awkwardly to the side.

"If your all going to embarrass me can I ask you a favour in return?" I asked the brothers.

"Of course Peter! Anything for my nephew!" Thor all but yelled and clapped me on the back.

"Yeah, I left my lunch on the kitchen counter today. Could you possibly run up and get it for me please." I requested when a flying object fell from the sky.

My lunch.

"YOUR WELCOME!" I heard Sam yell from above us.

"THANKS BIRD BRAIN!" I yelled back at him and sat back down as the table, Thor and Loki soon following.

"Peter, I was wondering later if you could help me with my magic. I've been trying to work on my long distance aim and I think you'd be the perfect person to practice with." Loki asked shyly, he still isn't comfortable with all of us yet but he's made loads of progress.

"To hit or to avoid?" I jokingly asked earning a slight laugh out of the giant.

"To miss. I'll place the object I want to hit next to you and 'throw' a spell at it. If you're next to it it gives me more motivation to not hit it." Loki explained.

"Yeah sure I'll do that. What time were you thinking?" I asked.

"Well, you're class is staying the night and tomorrow day so maybe we could find time tonight or tomorrow night." Loki said making me realise my entire class has witnessed this entire encounter. For frick sake.

"Peter!" The deep voice of Bucky yelled from the doorway to the balcony.

My entire class looked in shock as I hugged good bye to the Gods and James 'Bucky' Barnes walked over to me with a bag and an apron saying 'Kiss the cook' on it. Once he was within range I could smell the contents of the bag. White chocolate and caramel cookies. My favourite.

"I made cookies and thought you might like some while they're hot." He explained handing me the beg witch I immediately accepted and took a cookie from.

"Thank you Uncle Bucky." I said but it was muffled by the whole cookie I shoved into my mouth. Classy.

"Hey you said you'd wait for me!" I hear my boyfriend shout appearing at the doorway and running towards me with his arms spread.

"I said I was leaving in one minute and you could come if you wanted. I never said I'd wait for you cause I know how long you can take." Bucky complained to Wade who crushed me into a hug and kissed my lips briefly.

My entire class and teacher were stunned at this point. Every single jaw, except Ned and MJ's, was on the floor. When Wade kissed me I could faintly see from the corner of my eye my teacher so red and angry. Close minded female dog.

"I've not seen you all day how are you?" Wade asked pulling away.

"I'm fine, you saw me less than a few hours ago. Not much changed." I told him smiling a little and pulling him into another kiss. I did this to annoy my teacher but mainly because I just loved to kiss my boyfriend. Sue me.

"I know but anything could happen while I'm not there. I love you too much to allow anything to happen to you." He said to me after a solid 40 seconds of kissing.

"Right well, I'm gonna go back upstairs. Wade, you can stay with Peter as long as you keep your hands to yourself." Bucky warned before walking off back into the tower and Me and Wade sat down with me on his lap.

After a few minuets the shock wore off and people started whispering and pointing at me and Wade. Nothing I didn't expect if I'm honest but it's a lot more annoying than I thought it would be.

“I love you Wade." I said putting my head on his chest and eating my cookies.

"I lub you too Pete." He responded making me giggle a little. "And you're ass that will be mine tonight." He whispered seductively into my ear and gently grabbed my ass.

"You two make me want to be sick." MJ joked making a disgusted face at us before continuing with her lunch.

"Right everyone, we have ten minutes before we need to move on." Owen warned.

To be continued...

[duskholland]

Getting His Fill | Mob!Tom Holland Smut

summary ↠ you’ve been a brat all day, and Tom’s had enough.

requested ↠ yep, twice! similar concepts were suggested both by an anon and @a-singleboat, so I combined them.

warnings ↠ this is really quite hardcore. includes d/s dynamic, elements of bdsm, mean dom!Tom, c*ckwarming, bondage, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected MxF rough sex, dirty/filthy talk, angry Tom, cursing, mob-related themes? aka -- pls pls pls don’t read if rough stuff freaks you out.

a/n ↠ I’m starting up a new thing which I’m gonna call Mob Mondays... aka, every Monday I’m gonna try to post something mob!Tom related, and it will probably be filthy. all the oneshots are based within the same universe, but you can read the pieces as stand-alones. feel free to send me suggestions or concepts for mob!Tom and I’ll see if I can incorporate them in the future :) until then --- happy reading (and don’t forget to wrap before ya tap!)

18+ !!!! this contains NSFW material, so do not read if you are a minor.

You know you’re being a brat. You’ve been acting like a spoilt, entitled bitch all day, but you’re not going to stop until you get exactly what you want, and Tom knows that.

It had started this morning. You’d woken up to Tom’s head between your legs, his thick curls tickling your inner thighs. He’d teased you, his brown eyes meeting yours mischievously as he’d nuzzled his nose up against your covered clit, the hard pressure to your silky lingerie making you whine and buck your hips. He didn’t stop his teasing until you were so flushed and breathless that the entire front of your panties were soaked through and you were practically begging just to get him to touch you. And you’d almost got it. Just as Tom had dragged his hot tongue over the front of your panties, his phone had started to ring, and he’d left you high and dry, fisting at the satin sheets as he’d swept from the room with a lingering, don’t you fucking dare that rendered you immobilised.

He hadn’t come back, and when the house started to fill with the sounds of his men arriving for work, you’d given up on waiting and got on with your day. But the ache between your legs has persisted, and it really doesn’t help that Tom’s been avoiding you ever since.

Now it’s early afternoon, and you’ve decided you can’t wait on him to come to you - you’re just going to have to bait him into finishing the job. You’re so horny it feels like your skin is on fire and your body longs for him in a way that puts you on edge. Tom rarely leaves you hanging, and it’s a sensation you can’t stand. And you know he’s busy, but you don’t really care as you slip on one of his favourite dresses and go to cause trouble. It’s a silky little number that skims the tops of your thighs as you walk down the hallway, and it draws the attention of his men as you walk into the open reception hall where Tom’s hosting a few guests. But if Tom notices, he doesn’t show it. In fact, he pays you no attention beyond a fleeting glance as you enter the room, and you’re forced to make polite small-talk with some of the guards until you notice Tom’s at a break in conversation and seize the opening.

You’re not shy as you approach. There’s no need to be. Everyone in the room answers to Tom, and you’re his, so that leaves you invincible. You know he can sense you approaching, but he doesn’t do anything, even when you’ve swaggered up to stand right behind him. Infuriatingly, he just pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts scrolling through his emails as you run a hand over his toned back, pressing your chin on the flat of his shoulders as you peer down at his hands. His fingers are slim and long, and you find yourself gulping as memories of intimate times pass behind your eyelids.

“Baby,” you try. You dig your fingers beneath the crisp collar of his shirt, giving you the perfect leverage to tilt his neck and expose his pale, sensitive skin. You press a few wet, open-mouthed kisses to him, grinning as you feel him stiffen.

But much to your irritation, Tom keeps his eyes fixed firmly on his phone, even as your mouth goes up to tease his ear, your tongue flicking gently over his lobe before you leave another hot kiss just behind it. “Pay attention to me,” you whine. You run your hands down the sides of his shirt, twisting your fingers up and around to his front, and you’re so close to snatching his phone away when he pulls away, turning around to finally look at you.

“Needy today, aren’t you?” Tom crosses his toned arms over his chest, his stature pulled wide and domineering, and you swallow deeply as he stares at you intently, eyes dark and firm. His hair is styled up and away from his face, looking smooth and slick in the way you like it, and you find yourself biting down on your lower lip as you admire him. “I’m busy.”

Your lips roll into a pout. “Not too busy for me.” You step closer, pressing your hand to his shoulder as you lean up to his ear again, whispering hotly. “You left me hanging this morning. ‘S not fair.”

Tom’s sharp fingers briefly dig into your waist as he pushes you away, your hands falling back to your sides as your frown deepens. A whine slips from your mouth as you glare at him, the sight of his jaw pulled tight only causing you to grow more aroused. Wanting to test him, you try to get closer, your entire body burning to feel him again, but he just steps back teasingly.

“Not fair, huh?” Tom taunts, his voice pulled lower and drier. Your mood dips as you realise he’s feeling mean. And sometimes you love that side of Tom - the part of him that pins you down and edges you until you’re a wet, slippery mess, and grips your chin as he spits obscenities in your ear - but today, you’re so fucking desperate to have him touching you that it’s enough to ruin the playfulness you’d had spinning between your ears as you’d walked in. “Don’t come in here and act like I owe you anything, love.” He glances down at the leather watch strapped to his wrist. “I’m too busy for this. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

A shiver passes down your spine as he looks at you firmly, his expression saying try me. And you know you should leave the room and let him continue to mingle with his partners, but his husky tone and the way he’s staring at you like you’re just a bratty bitch makes the ache between your legs worsen. You’d stopped wearing panties around the house as soon as you’d moved in because Tom has such a habit of ripping them off, and now it’s come to bite you in the back as you feel your throbbing cunt begin to drip, your slick wetting the insides of your thighs.

“Please,” you beg, letting your teeth catch your lower lip again. You widen your eyes and stare at him pleadingly, and you know your interaction is being watched by the other men in the room, but you’re too distracted to care. “Tom, baby- I need you-“

“And I need you to leave before you cause a scene.” He steps closer and brings a hand up, his fingers briefly cupping your cheek as he stares at you firmly, eyes slightly softer. “Stop being a needy brat, sweetheart. I’ll deal with you later.” He brushes the flat of his thumb across your lower lip teasingly, and then he’s pulled back and it’s as if he’d never touched you.

Knowing your cue, you begrudgingly turn and dramatically walk from the room, feeling him watching you and the way you swing your hips as you get further and further away.

But you don’t give up there. His refusal to satisfy you is just a minor setback. For the rest of the afternoon, you lounge about in your queen sized bed and model a few of your favourite lingerie pieces, sending snap after snap to Tom. He leaves you on read, but you notice he’s opening the messages almost immediately after you’ve sent them. You already know you’re in for it later, but he gets really hot when you’ve pushed him too far and so you’re more than willing to aggravate the situation. 

You spot him around the mansion a few more times over the course of the day. Tom doesn’t ignore you, but he keeps his distance, always somehow finding a way to be just out of reach. It drives you up the wall as he ignores your stares and appears to care more about the contracts that he’s pouring over with Harrison, and your arousal only grows worse as you realise he’s doing it on purpose. Every time you look away, you feel his gaze resting on you, but he’s always turned away before you can catch him.

This frustrating game of cat and mouse continues on until 10pm, when you’re finally able to get him alone.

The mansion is quiet and his office door is shut, but a golden line of light cascades out from beneath it and you don’t hesitate to slip inside. Tom looks up from his desk as he hears the sound, his eyebrows drawing together in outrage at being interrupted, but then his gaze falls on you and he sighs deeply instead. His brown eyes drift back to his work, nimble fingers twirling a golden pen through the air as you approach him. You’ve ditched the silky dress from earlier in exchange for one of his large grey t-shirts and a pair of loose shorts, and you feel swaddled in his musky scent.

“What makes you think you can be in here?” He speaks quietly as he underlines a few lines of the contract on his desk. “The door’s shut for a reason, love.”

You walk around the front of his desk and slip up onto an open spot, the cool glass pressing against your exposed thighs. You rest your chin in your hands as you peer at him innocently. “Why are you so mean today?” You dare to ask.

Tom’s breath hitches as he slowly, slowly, tilts his head up to look at you, an expression of irritation spreading across his thin pink lips. “You think I’m being mean.” His voice lulls deeper, and it’s with a thrill of anticipation that you realise your word choice has irked him exactly like you’d intended. He reaches up to wrap his arms around your knees and pulls you until you fall into his lap. As one of his hands finds your waist, the other slides underneath your shirt and up your front. His rough thumb presses over one of your stiff nipples and you whine. “You’ve been so fucking bratty today, darling. Hm?” Tom nudges you from the crook of his shoulder and forces you to look at him, your breath hitching in your throat.

“I missed you.”

“Sure.” His hand moves away from your waist and he fists it in your hair, his eyes dancing darkly as he pulls your head to the side. “Turn up at my meeting in a dress that shows off everything, then you try to make a pass at me in front of my guys. After you finally take the fucking hint and leave me alone, you spend all afternoon sending me those photos.” Tom pauses, swallowing deeply as his brown eyes stare into yours. He looks tired, with his hair arranged looser than it was earlier, but he smells so intoxicatingly of Tom that you find yourself inching closer. He releases your hair and brushes his light touch over your cheek, fingertips gentle and contrasting the way his other hand continues to grope you under your shirt. “I’m not being mean, love, I’m trying to show you that you can’t always get what you want.”

You reach up to fist his curls, intending to use your grip to jerk him down into a steamy kiss, but Tom catches your hands, a knowing look in his eyes. He reaches back and grabs a tie from his desk, and you gasp as you realise what he’s planning to do.

“No,” you whine, shaking your head vehemently. But he just pulls your long t-shirt up and over your head and then draws your wrists together, carefully binding them with the black tie. His touch feels hot against your skin, your naked chest prickling from the sudden coolness of the air. “That’s not fair, Tommy. I wanna touch you.”

Tom presses a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling back and raising his eyebrows. “You think after all the shit you’ve pulled today, I’m going to let you have anything you want?” He reaches down and quickly pulls off your shorts, leaving your centre bare and glistening as he pulls you back into his lap. His mouth is at your neck and you whimper as he drags his lips and teeth over your skin, biting and licking over your sensitive spots as you squirm. You can feel his length through his slacks, pressing up deliciously against your aching cunt, and you grind messily against him, knowing you’re digging yourself a deeper hole, but enjoying the way Tom’s face squints pleasurably.

“Just...fuck me,” you suggest seductively. “Show me I’m yours.” Your voice is far too eager for Tom, who immediately pulls away from you. You stumble back, suddenly unbalanced as he stands from the chair, and you watch as he pulls his trousers and boxers down his legs. Your thighs clench at the sight of his flushed cock, standing tall and full against his lower stomach, his prick red and weepy. When Tom raises an eyebrow and pats his right thigh suggestively, you straddle him, hissing slightly as you wish desperately he hadn’t tied your hands together. “I need your cock, Tommy.”

He brings his hand to your face, thumb slipping into your mouth as his hot, minty breath spreads across your face. You grind down against his leg, the slight pressure causing you to gasp around his thumb, and in response, he fists your hair again.

“I don’t think you deserve to get fucked, m’love,” he murmurs, voice achingly cruel. When you pout, he just smirks. “Wouldn’t be fair, hmm? You acted like a spoilt brat all day, what did you expect was gonna happen? You’d suck me off, maybe let me tease you a little bit, then I’d fuck you?” He laughs quietly, pulling at your hair as you groan. “You’re so desperate for it. Soaking my thigh before I’ve even touched you.” He finally releases your hair and reaches down to tug at his cock. You try to speak, but the thumb in your mouth just presses your tongue down. “I’ve got some calls I need to take, but I don’t trust you to keep your fingers out of my pussy. So…”

He finally pulls his thumb from your mouth. As you gasp a deep breath, his fingers lever your hips and pull you up, and then his cock is running through your soaking slit, pressing up against your bundle of nerves in a way that makes you mewl.

“Not a sound,” he orders.

Your teeth catch your lower lip as he guides your hips down, your tight entrance stretching to take his length. It feels so good, to finally have him pressing your walls apart, and the burn makes you shake as you try to push down a quiet whimper at the feeling.

“Mm, there’s a good girl,” he whispers. “Taking my cock so well. Don’t even need to touch you, and you’re already so fucking wet.” He bottoms out, his groan filling your ears as your eyes flutter shut, your breathing laboured and heavy. “Don’t move. You’re gonna sit there and keep my cock warm until I’m ready for you.”  

Tom reaches over to the desk and picks up his phone. Your forehead falls down to his shoulder as your bound hands rest between your bodies, your heart racing. You feel so full, having his cock stuffed in you completely, and it’s almost like a pleasurable method of torture. The wetness from your pulsing walls means you can feel every ridge and curve of his member, and it takes everything you have to stay still and bite back your noises.

“Hi Haz, yeah, just got a few questions about that contract from earlier…”

You bump your head against his shoulder and muffle a whine as you realise what he’s doing. Tom placates you by wrapping one of his arms around your waist, the presence anchoring you to his lap, but it also nudges you forward and causes an arc of pleasure to roll up your spine as his tip presses up against your g-spot. You sink your teeth into the shirt on his shoulder as Tom continues to phone his men, asking them dozens of needless questions as you writhe about in his lap, your walls pulsing weakly.

After what feels like an eternity, Tom finally puts the phone down. Both his hands go to your waist and he gently coaxes you back, pulling you away from where you’ve been burrowing your head into his shoulder. He brings a hand to your chin and angles your face, peering down at you with lust in his eyes. The pads of his rough fingertips skim beneath your eyes, gathering up a few tears of frustration that slip out as he bucks his hips against you.

“You look so fucked, dove,” he murmurs, taking in your sweaty forehead and the way your chest heaves. “So pretty like this, naked and flushed, clenching around me like that.” His breath catches as you clench around him, his own cheeks tinted a deep rosy red. Quickly, Tom clears a space on the desk and then lifts you up, your bodies still entangled as he presses your back into the glass and stands between your tensed thighs. His hungry lips nibble down the column of your neck, and he pauses to suck deeply against your sensitive spot, making you groan softly into the air. “No noise,” he repeats. He reaches down and brings your bound hands up and over your head, and then you’re just laying there, body naked and humming from arousal, his cock nudging up against your heat in a way that has your eyes tearing up, and you can’t do anything apart from wait. Tom takes his time to slowly pull out, pauses for a teasing moment at your entrance, and then gradually pushes back in, wet sounds of your arousal filling the air between you.

“This is what’s going to happen,” he starts, leaning over you. One hand fondles your breasts as the other reaches down to your thigh and pushes your leg back further, giving him better access as he continues to slowly fuck into you. “You’re gonna lay here and take it. You can’t touch me, and you definitely can’t talk. If you’re lucky, I might cum in you.” He ruts particularly harshly against your back wall and you stifle a gasp. “You’ve been such a fucking brat all day, you’re lucky I’m even doing this for you. Does that sound fair?”

You nod slowly, your mouth dry and the muscles in your arms aching. He’s got a mad look about him - the sleeves of his white dress shirt pulled up to his elbows and his sweaty curls falling out across his flushed forehead, but he fucks you hard and that makes all thoughts leave your mind. His fingers burn into your thigh as he keeps you spread wide and open, your body quaking as his thrusts grow harder and more precise, the tip of his cock nudging at your g-spot. There’s a fire growing in the pit of your stomach but you find yourself biting and chewing at your lower lip as you try to push back your high, knowing he won’t let you get there, knowing he’s going to make you regret all of your bratty actions from earlier.

It only takes him a few minutes for his thrusts to grow sloppier. Your lungs burn and your arms throb, but you respond eagerly as his lips finally find yours and they meet in a searing kiss. You can’t keep back a moan as he hits your spot directly over and over, and you take the opportunity to groan into his mouth as he chases down his high. But he hears the sound, and just as he’s about to cum, Tom does the unthinkable and pulls out. You cry out at the sudden feeling of emptiness, and then your eyes widen as he stands between your legs, hand pumping his glistening cock.

“You were doing so well, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Was g’nna cum in you, then eat your pussy.” He pauses to whine, the noise full and heady as his hand blurs over his cock, the veins in his neck standing out. “Too bad, I guess.” When you whimper, he leans forward and bites the base of your neck, his chest pressing flush to the rise of breasts. “Only good girls get my cock. And you’ve been a brat all day.” And as you wriggle on the table, trying desperately to feel anything against your flushed centre, Tom peaks with a cry, his white cum landing on the skin of your stomach and chest. The feeling makes you whimper softly as your core aches, your arms aching as your eyes glaze over.

Tom curses as he finishes, his cheeks red and flushed and his demeanour pulled wide by a confident smirk. His eyes survey your painted naked body as he slowly starts to dress himself again, occasionally running a finger along your inner thigh and delighting when you mewl and buck your hips against nothing. Once he’s dressed, he picks his phone up and slips it into his back pocket.

“I have to finish my work. Stay here. Don’t even think about moving. Maybe when I come back, I’ll give you something.” He walks around the desk, pausing when he’s by your head to lean down and press a small kiss just behind your ear. “Or maybe I’ll just tease you,” he adds. “Make you a whimpering, needy mess, and keep you on edge all night until you’re begging me to let you cum.”

He pauses, laughing quietly as you stare at him incredulously. “I guess it depends what mood I’m in.”

Tom moves away from you and you shiver, the rolls of his cum feeling cold against your skin. The ache between your legs feels worse now, and you know that it’ll be a long, torturous wait for him to come back, but that you’ll have to do it, because crossing Tom when you’re already in hot water would be the worst thing you could do.

“See you later, darling,” he calls out, voice already distant. “Don’t have too much fun without me!”

And then the door closes and you’re left alone, your muscles sore and your core aching, and you know you’re in for a long, long night.

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Sinking Friendships

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield

-Warnings: Language, Blood, Car accident, hospital scenes/talk, small talk of religion (sorry it just felt right for the story), angst, fighting, typos

-Words: 5.6K

Author note: Sorry for the shit writing, it was so hard to write the car accident. Tried to make it as medically accurate as possible. Most knowledge derived from Grey’s Anatomy/WebMD. Sorry this chapter is long. Feel free to leave comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter. Every message I've received is so sweet thank you all.

*Anytime 3 dots/ellipses (…) its a sob/breath and a moment of reflection during dialogue.

Chapter 8: Sinking Friendships

Words: 5.6K

Sirens, flashing lights and screams were the only thing Henry remembered. It all happened so fast. One minute Henry and Rosie were laughing together getting lost in each other’s eyes and the next they were both unconscious awaiting their death.

There was no time for Henry to react in anyway. No swerves or movements were made to prevent the impact. A maroon truck had collided Roise’s side, jolting her entire body. Her door was dented beyond belief.

From the forceful impact caused their car skid on the pavement, wearing the paint job away, and crash into the street pole. Henry’s entire body screamed out in pain, his injuries weren’t as bad as Rosie’s though.

“Rosie? Rosie! Rosie!!” Henry called out, desperately wanting to hear her lovely voice. Panic and heartbreak ensued when he saw blood dripping down the side of her head.

Rosie wasn’t moving. How could she be full of life one minute and the next, not? Henry reached over and placed two fingers below her jaw searching for a pulse. He felt he was able to breathe once her felt her few and far between heartbeats, it was faint but it was still there.

“Darling, wake up. Rosie, wake up! Open your eyes for me.”

Henry could feel himself fading by the moment. He used his last breaths to tell the girl he loved he was sorry. Her life was hanging by a thread and in that moment Henry was utterly useless. Praying that she would wake and he would get to hold her again, as everything faded to black.

It had to be about 15 minutes. 15 minutes for an ambulance to arrive. 15 minutes that Henry and Rosie had been unconscious for. 15 minutes of complete stillness, as everyone outside the vehicle panicked. The witness had called 911 multiple times and the other driver was unconscious at his wheel.

After those brutal and possible life ending minutes, help finally arrived. They pulled Henry from the wreck, putting him on a gurney.

“Sir, can you hear me?” called out the paramedic. “Yes. My girlfriend, help her please,” Henry was pleading for his life. How could he be so careless, it was only an accident? “Sir, just lay back. Let us take care of you,” the paramedic uttered, putting her hand on his shoulder to hold him down.

“No. I need to make sure she is okay.”

“Sir, you need to restrain yourself. The other paramedics have got her.”

“ROSIE! Just please let me know if she is okay,” screamed Henry.

“Sedate him please. I’ll go check on the girl,” said the paramedic. Henry faded into a deep sleep a moment later.

“Hey, how’s the girl? Her boyfriend won’t stop asking,” asked the paramedic to the one attending to Rosie. “Unresponsive. She has head trauma and a pulse, thank god,” he murmured. Henry was sent along with Rosie to Kingston Memorial hospital. The hospital was 20 mins away, so much can happen in that time.

Everyone else was sleeping soundly within the walls of the Holland Manor. It started to become a common theme that phone calls in the middle of the night usually meant someone was hurt. This time it was Harrison calling.

“Haz? It’s so late why are you calling?” You asked, jolting awake.

“There’s been an accident and Tom didn’t answer when I called. It’s Rosie and Henry. It sounded bad, Y/N.”

“Oh my god. I’ll see you there,” you responded, barely forming the words as tears started to fall.

“TOM WAKE UP!” you screamed, shaking him awake.

“What?… I’m up. I’m up.”

“There’s been accident.” No more words were said, they just hopped in the car and drove as fast as possible. Tom knuckles grew white clutching around the steering wheel. He couldn’t even begin to fathom a world with his Rosie in it. Harrison was already there, pacing in the waiting room.

“Haz. Where is she?” you said, tears begging to fall.

“I don’t know they won’t tell me anything because I’m not family,” Harrison answered.

“Fuck that, you are our family. How’s Henry?” Tom exclaimed.

“He’s ok. Just a minor concussion and dislocated shoulder, he’s in there right now. They are putting his shoulder back in its socket. He was really lucky but, I am worried about Rosie.” Haz said, just as a doctor dressed in surgical scrubs approached them.

“Are you here for Rosie Holland?” asked the doctor, Tom just nodded in response.

“Mr. and Mrs. Holland, I presume,” continued the doctor

“Yes, that’s us,” Tom replied, clasping your hand in his. He tried to put on a brave face for his wife. You couldn’t both be a mess.

“Ok, Rosie is still in surgery. With extensive injuries like hers we like to keep the family updated as much as possible. Your daughter was the nearest point of impact. She came in with a puncture wound to the abdomen, a severe concussion, massive internal bleeding, many cuts caused by broken glass and severe trauma to her head.”

“Will she be okay?” you asked, accidentally interrupting the doctor.

“Let him finish darling,” Tom said, his grip on her hand tightening.

“It is still too early to know. I have to get back.”

“Alright Doctor, thank you,” Tom acknowledged. You just fell into Tom’s arms, letting all the tears you were holding back fall. You broke into a fit of sobs in his embrace.

“Tom, I don’t want to lose her. I can’t lose her. She’s our baby,” you whimpered, your tears staining his t-shirt

“Shh, darling. She’ll pull through. Remember she is just like her strong mother.”Tom whispered, rubbing a soothing hand over your back.

“Have you gotten in touch with Parker?” Asked Tom as he continued to comfort you.

“No, I’ve been trying. Leaving message after message… Why fuck isn’t he picking up?” yelled Haz. Just then, Henry had walked up, sporting a cloth sling His heart nearly broke as he saw you crying your eyes out buried in Tom’s arms.

“No. No, no, no. Don’t tell me she didn’t make it.” Henry cried as his knees started to buckle at the thought of losing Rosie.

“Henry no, she’s still in surgery. Hey, come here.” Harrison said trying to calm down his son.

“Henry, what the happened?” Tom asked, scared for his daughters life.

“What were you doing with Rosie anyway? It’s late.” Tom questioned again after Henry stood silent, growing louder.

“Hey, Tom. Back off,” Harrison said, standing in front of Tom.

“No. I want to know the reason why my daughter is in there fighting for her god damm life.” Tom screamed. Henry was like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn’t lie his way out of this one. His eyes just shifted between Tom, you and his dad.

“A truck hit Rosie’s side when I was driving, I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Henry cried, barely able to get the words out.

“Son, we know it was an accident. It wasn’t your fault,” Harrison said, comforting Henry.

“Where? Where were you guys?” Tom pestered on.

“Umm, we were on our way back from… from a date. We are dating.” Henry muttered, his eyes glued to the floor.

“What? Y/N did you know about this?” Tom asked, ready to throw hands.

“Yes, Tom,” you murmured, avoiding Tom’s disappointed glare.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Tom screeched.

“And for you. Who the fuck said you could date my daughter?” Tom bellowed, pointing his finger at the poor boy.

“I did kind of give them permission by keeping their secret. In your own time frame though you were supposed to ask Tom,” you muttered, bouncing between Henry and Tom.

“Wait. For how long? For how fucking long?” Tom cursed.

“2 months.” Henry whispered.

“2 months. 2 fucking months. You were lying to me?” Tom screamed, he was livid at you.

“I don’t want you dating her,” Tom growled with an unchanging expression.

“I’m sorry, sir. What?” Henry asked, dumbfounded by Tom’s response.

“Tom, what?” Haz faltered.

“Tom don’t do this, he is a good kid,” you begged.

“Break up with my daughter or there will be hell to pay,” Tom declared and with that he walked away.

“Tom, you can’t do that to them,” you yelled after Tom.

“Really Y/N watch me” Tom said, ignoring his family. His heart had been broken too many times tonight. First when he heard about the accident, another when he had learned of Rosie’s injuries and another when he found out that you had been lying to him. His mind needed to be on one person right now, Rosie.

Tom managed to cool off, but immediately changed the subject anytime you would start to apologize. He didn’t have the energy to focus or listen, all he cared about was Rosie. Parker had showed up 10 mins later, he was off doing god knows what.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Tom yelled, as he saw Parker come through the sliding doors.

“Sorry. I just got your message. Is she okay?” Parker explained.

“We don’t know she is still in surgery,” you whispered, trying to hold back tears.

“What I went out for a bit and shut my phone off. What’s the big deal?” Parker asked.

“The big deal is that I didn’t know where you were. I couldn’t get in touch you. Rosie was in a car accident and I couldn’t call you,” screamed Tom, still angry from the conversation that just perspired

“And Henry?” Parker question, ignoring Tom’s scolding.

“He’s ok. Haz is with him right now, they went to get some coffee,” you informed him.

“Are you okay, mom?” Parker asked, remembering the conversation they had the night before.

“I’ve been better. Just glad you are here,” you said, bringing him into a warm embrace. As they all stood together as a family, Rosie’s doctor came to update them.

“She is out of surgery and stable. Her heart did stop and we were able to resuscitate her, she’s in the ICU now…”

“Can we see her?” Tom asked, interrupting the doctor. A huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders, his baby girl was going to be okay.

“Yes, but you need to know something. Her brain started to swell in surgery so we had to put her in a medically induced coma to bring down the swelling. We don’t know when she will wake up or if she will at all,” explained the doctor.

All the Hollands stood like statues, unable to process the news. You felt as though you had been punched in the stomach, you wouldn’t be able to handle losing your baby girl.

Minutes, hours and days had melded together. It had been 6 days since the accident and Rosie was still the same, laying unconscious in a hospital bed hooked up to various machines. All of you stayed at the hospital expect for Harrison and Henry. Harrison was running the mob for Tom, for the time being.

You refused to leave her side, spending every waking and sleeping hour right beside her. Seeing your daughter like this was killing you. You weren’t getting any sleep and your hair started thinning.

Rosie looked pale and lifeless, the only thing guaranteeing she was alive was the incessant heart monitor. Her bruises had started to heal, changing from a vibrant purple to an opaque yellow. Everyone prayed she would wake up.

Henry tried to visit everyday but Tom wouldn’t allow it. He was still furious his daughter was dating him and everyone else knew about it except him. Tom’s heart ached for Rosie to wake up and be his funny, sassy, brave girl once again. Tom, however couldn’t stand how the waiting was making you feel.

“Darling. Wake up!” Tom whispered, gently shaking you.

“What? Did something happen? Is Rosie ok?” You exasperated, jolting out of your sleep and trying to catch your breath.

“No, she’s fine. It has just been a while since you had gone home and cleaned up. It might do you some good, baby,” Tom pleaded.

“Tom, I can’t leave her,” you whispered.

“Y/N, it’s ok. Let me take you home and Parker will be here in case anything were to happen,” Tom explained.

You were hesitant at first but eventually agreed, it had been awhile since you had showered or had a decent meal. Living off of the same sweatshirt and hospital cafeteria snacks for the past couple days. All your energy had been put into watching Rosie.

While Tom took you home, Parker was tasked with watching his sister. As kids they were both active and had gotten hurt, only most ever being a broken bone, never a life or death situation. Not only was Rosie Parker’s sister, but she was his twin.

His built in best friend. There had never been a time where he didn’t know her, maybe the first 5 mins of his life, but Rosie soon followed. Sure they fought and argued like all siblings do, but they couldn’t imagine their life without each other. He needed her sarcastic comments and infectious laughter to brighten his day. He needed her warm, slightly awkward hugs and her bitchy attitude once in a while. Parker didn’t know what he’d do without her.

“Rosie, I don’t know if you can hear me but mom is a mess, dad has barely said to word and everyone just needs you to wake up. I need you to wake up…. We all do, especially Henry,” Parker whispered.

“God, he secretly loves you. He hasn’t had the balls to tell you yet, but if that it is what you need to wake up, then do it….Let that be it…. That he loves you, Rosie…. He loves you.”

“I know what it is like to lose someone you love. Charlotte didn’t have a choice, but you do. You can fight and come back to us…. Come back to Henry. He needs you. He calls me every night asking if you had woken up yet. Dad banned him from visiting the hospital. Really fucked that one up didn’t you Roo…. You should’ve told him about you and Henry, but that’s beside the point…. The point is let today or tomorrow or next week be the day I tell him you did…. Just promise me you will wake up ok. I know I don’t say it often but I love you.” Parker got everything he needed to say off his chest. Tears had managed to escape from his eyes as he held her hand. Henry was standing in the doorway, when Parker poured his heart out.

“Hey mate. Mind if I have a minute with my girl?” Henry spoke.

“Not at all. Perfect timing, my parents just left,” Parker said, getting up from his crouched position.

“Yeah, I know. I was parked in the parking lot, waiting for them to leave.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Oh, none. None what so ever.”

“So practically all of it?” Parker said in response.

“Yeah,” Henry just nodded along.

“I’ll leave you guys alone,” Parker said as left the room.

Now it was just Henry and Rosie.

Tom had forbidden Henry from seeing her, he hasn’t even gotten to hold her hand. Henry tried to hold back tears as he saw the girl he loved looking half-dead. Her skin had lost its color and her necklace, the one he had given her, was stained with blood sitting in a bag on her bedside.

“Hey Roo. I’ve missed you…. Life hasn’t been the same these past few days. I’ve missed all your good night and good morning texts and your smile.” Henry started.

“Everyone wants you to wake up. They need you to wake up. Can you just open your eyes and flash that smile for me? I need it and I need you…. Rosie,… here it goes,… I love you. I couldn’t stand the thought of you never knowing I love you. So there it is, I love you.”

“I love everything about you…. Your eyes, your laugh, even that weird snort you do. I love you and that has to be enough. It has to be enough for you to wake up and come back to me…. Don’t just do it for me, do it for Parker and your dad and your mom. They have all been losing their minds without you.”

“Rosie, please baby. I love you and that has to be enough,” Henry concluded as tears streaked his face. He moved to press a chaste kiss to her forehead when all of a sudden machines starting going off and beeping left and right.

“Rosie? Rosie stay with me!” Henry didn’t know what was happening. All he knew as that she was still alive and prayed to god he wouldn’t hear her flatlining.

Rosie’s body started to jerk and shake, involuntary. The room filled with nurses and doctors, rolling Rosie on to her side. Her muscles spasming everywhere.

“Sir, you need to leave,” said the nurse, prying Henry away from Rosie.

“No, please let me stay with her,” Henry cried, refusing to avert his eyes from Rosie.

“You need to leave. Let us help her.”

Henry stood crying, peering through the glass doors at the love his life slipping before his very eyes. Her seizure only lasted about 8 minutes but, minutes bleed to hours as tears refused to stop.

“Henry? What happened?” Parker said, running up to Henry crouched on the floor with his knees to his chest and head buried.

“I don’t know. They forced me to leave. Her body started shaking violently, I don’t know what happened,” Henry sniffled, titling his head up. His eyes were beet red and his face was riddled with tears. Parker just stood there dumbfounded. He only left for 10 minutes to get some water. How could so much go wrong in that time.

“Young man, are your parents here,” asked the doctor as everyone came out of Rosie’s room.

“No, they went home to grab some things. Why?… Is she dead?” Parker questioning, pulling at the roots of his hair.

“No, she’s alive, but we can’t share any further information till they get here,” explained the doctor. Parker just nodded in response and Henry was able to breath again, exhaling the breath he was unaware he was holding.

Parker was about to make the call he dreaded. This was the entire reason you refused to leave, in case anything were to happen.

“Parker, what’s up. Is Rosie okay?” Tom said as he answered the Parker’s call.

“Dad, no, you need to get to the hospital. Something happened with Rosie but, they won’t tell me anything,” Parker said, his voice wavering.

“Oh my god, I’ll be right there,” Tom said, hanging up the phone. He had been refusing the chance to break down, he felt as though he had to be strong for everyone else.

“Y/N! Y/N!!” Tom screamed through the house. The one time Tom tries to do something good everything gets screwed up.

“Tom, what?” You exclaimed, startled by his screams

“Something happened with Rosie,” Tom said, a fews tears dripped down his face.

“What? No. No, no, no. I wasn’t there. I’m her mom and I wasn’t there. Why the fuck did you make me leave?” You cried, feeling like a terrible mother. You never should’ve left.

“I’m sorry. Be mad at me later, let’s just go,” Tom said, grabbing his car keys.

Tom’s reckless driving was not the problem at the moment, you just need to be there for Rosie. At the hospital, Tom barely parked properly before they were running through the halls. He came upon Parker in the waiting room, looking disheveled as fuck. His eyes were puffy eyes and hair stood up, he could tell his son was tugging on it in frustration.

Tom needed something to take his mind off Rosie. He needed to punch something or beat someone up or even just take his angry out with words.

“Parker, what happened? Is she okay?” You said, scared for Rosie’s life.

“I don’t know. No one has come out of her room,” Parker explained and you just nodded in response, trying not to cry again.

“Parker, what the fuck is Henry doing in here?” Tom demanded.

“Umm,” Parker mumbled.

“I’m sorry sir, I needed to see her,” Henry said profusely, apologizing

“I don’t care what fuck you needed to do. You are the reason she is dying. You were the one driving,” Tom screamed.

“Tom it was an accident,” you said, trying to reassure yourself in the process.

“Y/N I don’t understand how you can take his side when he almost killed our baby girl.”

“Like, I said it was an accident!” you explained.

“Nurse! Nurse!” Tom yelled.

“Yes, sir. Do you need the doctor?” asked the nurse, worried someone was bleeding.

“No. I want to know who the fuck let this boy in here.” Tom thundered.

“I don’t know sir, I’m so sorry. This won’t happen again,” she explained.

“Tom he can stay. If he is telling the truth about loving Rosie this concerns him as much as it concern us,” you said. This must be killing Henry like it was to you.

“No, he fucking can’t. Now get out, before I have you escorted out of here in a body bag,” Tom threatened.

“Alright, I’ll go. Just please, tell me if she wakes up,” Henry pleaded, slowly walking away. He wasn’t going to go home, he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave, not when Rosie was still in that state.

They all saw the doctor come out of the room and quickly cornered him. A grim expression draped across his face created uneasiness in everyone.

“I’m Y/N Holland, I’m her mother. What happened? I just left for twenty minutes,” you asked, tears streaming down your face as you barged in the room.

“We put her on a ventilator, the seizure was caused by lack of oxygen to her brain,” the doctor said.

“I’m sorry, what? She had a seizure?” Tom said, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.

“Yes. Her brain function has remained unchanged for several days now. In my expert opinion, her outlook isn’t very good. I would prepare yourselves. We can keep her comfortable if you would like or we can arrange her to be moved to a facility where she will possibly heal in the future,” explained the doctor.

“What are you saying? She’s brain dead?” asked Parker chiming in.

“It’s too still early to give a definitive diagnosis, but most likely, yes. I’m sorry for your loss.” The doctor said, exiting the room. You wanted to die right in that moment. A piece of you died the second those words slipped out, you were inconsolable.

“Y/N. Baby, come here,” Tom whispered. Trying to reach out for you, his broken wife.

“Don’t fucking touch me. I should’ve never let you convince me to leave,” you cried.

The guilt was enormous for everything. You were the one who let Rosie and Henry date, without that they would have never been driving together. Never gotten in the accident, you couldn’t help but feel responsible.

It was always the same feeling, you felt walking into Rosie’s hospital room. The feeling of drowning or being burned alive. It’s indescribable. A feeling felt by those who lose their children. You put them on this earth and for them to leave it before you was wrong.

“Rosie, I’m so sorry I left baby. I’m here now and I’m never leaving,” you said, combing your hand through her brown locks.

“But its okay if you need to. It’s okay. I’ll be alright, we all will be…. You can let go…. I love you so much sweetheart, don’t every forget how much mommy loves you…. You can rest now,” you said, moving to Rosie’s side to take her hand in yours. Seeing Rosie like this was tearing you apart from the seems.

It wasn’t long before all tears had put you to sleep. Tom had covered you up with a blanket. You talked to Rosie as though she could hear you. Maybe she could, maybe not but, you definitely wished she could. Tom hadn’t had the chance to break down like you. You needed him to be the strong one, but he was human too.

“Rosie, it’s dad. Everyone besides me has gotten the chance to talk to you, so here it goes,” Tom started.

“I know your mother said that is was ok to leave, but it is not. You hear me. Don’t you dare leave…. Rosie, darling you need to fight. Fight whatever it is that will bring you back to us. You are so much stronger than you lead on baby.”

“I love you so much, please come back to us…. I don’t know if your mother can take losing you. Also that boy you secretly hid from me. Once you wake up you are grounded. I don’t know why you fell for that scruffy looking kid but he needs you, baby. We all do,” Tom concluded. There was no easy fix to this problem. He couldn’t go out and torture somebody or beat them til they broke. Not even money could fix this. He felt completely and utterly useless.Tom reached out to the only thing that could help his daughter, God.

“Hey, god above, I don’t really have a name for you. You are just the one who watches over people, you could be from any religion. I don’t know,” Tom said, clasping his hand together as he spoke to the heavens above.

“I know we don’t talk often and I’m sorry for that and I’m sorry for the despicable acts I’ve committed but I need you help…. My daughter needs your help. She was in a car accident and she hasn’t woken up yet. She’s so young, she has her entire life ahead of her and I want her to experience it all…. I’d really like to walk her down the aisle someday. Can you just bring her back to me? That’s all I ask, just bring her back.”

“Thank you. Shit, I’m believe I’m supposed to say amen and I’m sorry for cursing a second ago. Just remember what we talked about, do this for her not me. God knows I don’t deserve it,” Tom said, ending his plea to the god or gods above.

Tom couldn’t of imagined better timing, with his speech, Rosie’s fingers started to twitch in his hand.

“Y/N wake up?” Tom yelled.

“What, I’m up. Is she ok?” You asked, confused by his outburst.

“Better than ok, her hand moved,” Tom explained.

“Oh my god, really? Parker go get the doctor,” you said, moving towards Rosie.

“Rosie?” Tom said as she started to stir.

“Rosie, baby. I’m here” you said, holding her hand. Rosie eyes fluttered open as she choked on the intubation tube, which gave her oxygen.

“Shh, you’re ok. You were in a car accident with Henry. You’re ok,” you said, softly. The look on Rosie’s face broke your heart. She looked so confused and overwhelmed all you wanted to do was hold her and never let go. Yes, she was a teenager but she will always be your baby girl.

Parker quickly brought the doctor in and he conducted a neurological exam. He removed the tube down her throat, allowing her to breath normally.

“Rosie, you’re awake. Don’t try to talk, it will feel weird for a while. I can get you something for the pain. I’m going to have you do a few tests. Blink once for yes and twice for no, ok?” The doctor explained. Rosie followed his instructions and blinked once. You and Tom were holding each other, praying Rosie didn’t have any brain damage.

“Follow the light for me please. Good. Squeeze my hand. Good grip… These are all amazing signs. Everything looks good. No neurological deficits, but I still would like to get an MRI for her. In the meantime, just rest. It’s going to feel weird as your brain has basically been sleeping for a week,” the doctor concluded, leaving everyone alone to rejoice.

“Mom?” Rosie said, her voice extremely hoarse.

“Yeah, honey. Take it easy,” you said. Words couldn’t describe how you were feeling, you got your daughter back.

“Where’s Henry?” Rosie croaked out.

“He’s ok Rosie, I believe he is outside. Would you like to see him?” You asked, much to Tom’s dismay. Rosie just nodded in response, trying to make everything seem less hazy.

“Rosie,” Henry said with a biggest smile on his face. Nothing could bring this boy down from cloud 9, she was ok. The love of his life was ok.

“Hi,” she said with a half-smile. That’s all she could must her up with her energy.

“Thank god you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Henry said, kissing her forehead.

“We will give you two a minute,” you said, pulling Tom and Parker out of the room. Tom was giving you a bunch of harsh glares, he knew what you were doing. However, he too ecstatic that Rosie was awake to be mad at Henry.

“Are you okay? How do you feel?” Henry asked concerned.

“I’m okay. Henry, I have to tell you something,” Rosie responded.

“I love you…. Walking up in the hospital bed just made me realize who cares if it’s too soon or if you don’t feel the same way, I just had to tell you. I love you,” Rosie declared. This was his chance, break her heart and walk away, she didn’t deserve to be here in a hospital bed. Tom was right, Henry knew what he had to do.

“Rosie, I think we should break up,” Henry said, already feeling like he made the biggest mistake of his life.

“What, why? Did I do something wrong? I thought we were happy. Just yesterday you said you were falling in love me. What the fuck happened?” Rosie faltered, confused by everything.

“Rosie, it’s just not working,” Henry exclaimed with the lamest excuse.

“Fine. Leave,” she said, trying to not let tears fall.

“Roo, we can still be friends.”

“Don’t fucking say that to me. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Rosie screamed.

“Rosie, I’m sorry,” Henry tried to say something else but was cut off.

“Just get the fuck out. I’m serious, FUCKING LEAVE!!” she thundered as he left. Henry felt like literal shit and an asshole and a fucking idiot all at once. He had just broken the heart of the girl he loves. It was never supposed to happen this way.

“Henry? What’s wrong?” You asked as you saw Henry storm through the halls.

“Are you happy Tom? I did it,” Henry barked.

“Glad she’s awake. Y/N you should go in there, she needs you,” Henry exclaimed, before leaving for good this time.

“Tom, we need to talk about Rosie and Henry,” you said, furious at Tom and his decision to break them up.

“He’s gonna fucking break her heart and I won’t allow it,” Tom yelled.

“You can’t keep them apart and you already did that,” you said sternly, you couldn’t believe the nerve on your husband.

“Y/N end of fucking discussion. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. We don’t keep secrets from each other. For fucks sake, how fucking stupid are you? Letting our daughter whore around with that kid, just like you did,” he vociferated.

“Whore around like I did? Really? Why don’t you look in the fucking mirror?” You screamed, zero fucks were given.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tom barked.

“I know about you and Jazz.”

“What?”

“You went to a hotel and met her there. Tell me I’m wrong,” you interjected. Tom was too furious to explain his actions, he let you believe he cheated on you.

“Your silence answers my question,” you remarked, wanting to break down inside.

“Tom, just so you know you're sleeping on the couch tonight,” you said. You had your answer now. How could Tom do that to you. I didn’t matter in that moment all that mattered was consoling your daughter who Tom broke.

“Real fucking mature Y/N,” Tom yelled, as you walked away.

“Rosie?” You asked, knocking on her door.

“Mom… he broke up with me,” Rosie said as tears fell.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong…. I swear to god if he met some other chick while I was in a coma.”

“No, nothing like that,” you said, trying to comfort your daughter. There is nothing like a first heartbreak.

“There has to be a reason. One minute I was in love with a boy who loved me back and now, I’m not.”

“Shh, it's okay,” you said, rubbing you hand down Rosie’s back as you pulled her into your arms. How could Henry actually do that to her and flee the scene like a coward. Parker managed to chase him down in the parking lot.

“What the fuck Henry?” Parker called after him

“I did it because I love her,” Henry exclaimed, continuing to walk away.

“Bullshit,” Parker yelled as he punched Henry square in the jaw.

“Owww.”

“I said, I’d fucking hurt you if you broke her heart.”

“Yeah, I know. It was still a shitty threat, but I deserved that.”

“I don’t understand what happened Henry. One minute you tell me you love her the next you don’t…. I don’t know if I will ever understand but you can’t come by the house for awhile,” Parker pleaded, wanting to know the truth.

“Alright. Just tell her I’m sorry mate.” Henry concluded, feeling like literal shit and an asshole and a fucking idiot all at once. He had just broken the heart of the girl he loves. It was never supposed to happen this way.

Author note: I'm sorry for all those who love Rosie and Henry. Don't be afraid to call me a bitch for breaking your heart, my brother did when he read it. Also Tom is a literal asshole in this chapter.

I really can't wait for you guys to read the next ones, even if you don't ask for it. I will post hints for the next chapter with emojis because it's fun.

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