#i was worried that this wouldn’t really come across as i intended

[mroddmod]

little scrapped comic bc it felt a bit ooc to me in hindsight

[wheneclipsefalls]

Little Gift- Tremble

Pairing: Soft Dark Neteyam x Fem Human Reader

Little Gift Masterlist

Beautiful adult Neteyam pic by @cinetrix2

Summary: This is your last chance to run.

Warnings: aged up Neteyam, NSFW minors do not interact, dark Neteyam, NONCON/DUBCON, spanking, dirty talk, punishment, size difference, etc.

A/N: This one took a little longer than intended with all the life stuff going on, but yay it's here. Also, migt have gotten a little carried away with this part.

The outpost feels like a relic of a different time. One that you have only heard of in stories, but now seeing those worn down bunk beds and the corner of a room that Spider calls his own, it doesn’t feel as glorious. The worst part, however, is how naked you feel around other humans. It’s only a slight comfort that Spider is wearing Na’vi apparel too. 

“Oh and yeah and this is a spear I made in Awalatuu.” Spider says. “But maybe let’s move it out of the way.” He gives an awkward chuckle but it’s obvious that his only concern is you suddenly deciding to use it against him. 

Your arrival at the outpost had been anything but graceful. In hindsight you would have preferred to meet these people face to face instead of over Neteyam’s shoulder. 

“If you want we can uh….watch a movie. Oh yeah I bet I could swipe Norm’s Star Wars collection.” 

You don’t return the smile he gives you, too busy awkwardly sitting on his bed while pouting. You never thought it would feel strange to be back in a place like this but after being around the Na’vi for the past week, the outpost feels like walking into a rundown dollhouse. Everything is your size and nothing is as beautifully crafted as Neteyam’s kelku. 

The awkward silence is slightly painful but you can’t find it within yourself to feel bad for Spider. Not when he hasn’t shown even a morsel of sympathy for your situation. Your own kind and not even they find it important to get you out of here. Not that they could anyways. No doubt Neteyam would view such actions as a betrayal. 

“He wouldn’t let you come along, huh?” You finally ask. 

Spider stops digging through the worn down hard drives. 

“Who?” 

“Neteyam. Didn’t want you coming to see the RDA off either?” 

Spider scoffs at the, leaving the tech behind to cross the small room. 

“I wouldn’t say that. I’m not the one he’s worried about getting into trouble.” 

Spider may not have heightened senses like the Na’vi but you worry that he sees the way your hands ball around the thin blankets.

“So Lo’ak handed the role of babysitter off to you somehow.” You lean back against the cold wall, trying to appear bored by the conversation. 

“Just for today. He was clear that I would only be a substitute.” 

Your brows furrow at that. Maybe Lo’ak doesn’t mind watching over you as much as he lets on. Then again Lo’ak never fails to find your company amusing, and for all the wrong reasons. Some days you wonder if Neteyam would really be cross with you for slapping his brother across the face. Maybe if you batted your lashes and played it off as self defense….

“Well I’m sorry you can’t be there.” 

It’s Spider’s turn to look confused. 

“Why?” 

“Colonel Quaritch is your dad, isn’t he?” 

“That asshole is nothing close to a father.” Spider’s jaw clenches, posturing already shifting to loom over you. He may be human but his six foot frame of striped muscle greatly outweighs your own. 

“Oh trust me, I know. Quaritch has been nothing but a tyrant my entire life. I honestly don’t know how he managed to get back into General Ardmore’s good graces after half the stunts he has pulled. That’s why I was excited for today. Finally see that bastard put in his place.” Spider watches you closely. In some ways it feels like all he is missing he ears and tail of a Na’vi.

“Thought maybe you would want to see that too.” 

You know a good deal about Spider Soccoro. He is a story that is often shared among the recombinants but never in Quaritch’s presence. Many tales have been told of the feral stripped boy that was more trouble than worth. You wonder if the stories would have been different if he hadn’t chosen the Sullys in the end. Still, even with their biased filters you know that they put Spider through hell. 

Kidnapping is traumatic enough without having to watch islands burn and friends cry for justice. 

“I don’t care what happens to that bastard.” Spider huffs before promptly turning around and fishing through the hard drives once more. You’ve killed the already strained mood. 

“Well then you’re a better person than me. Good for you.” Spider doesn’t answer but you can tell he is listening. 

A bitter laugh escapes you. “Hell, I’ve only had to put up with him from a distance and I would ring his neck myself if given the chance.” 

Spider’s fingers fiddle with a blue hard drive, eyes staring down thoughtfully. 

“But I guess I should trust Neteyam to give him what he deserves. Watch that monster tuck his tail and accept his failure for what it is.”  It’s the one cause you consider Neteyam and yourself on the same side of. 

Leaning back, you prop your feet up onto the creaky mattress. 

“Yeah.” He says shortly. 

“Ugh don’t get me started on Lyle though-”

“What are you trying to do?” Spider springs to his feet, glaring daggers down at you. 

“What do-”

“Do you think I’m really that stupid? Neteyam told me you would do this. Trying to spin a story that would allow you to escape.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat. You’re startled by the outburst to say the least but at this point there is nothing to lose. This man you only met fifteen minutes ago is the difference between spending the rest of your days here and returning back to Earth. Neteyam’s punishments are far from being enough to deter you from taking this chance. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to-”

“Would it kill you to just stay out of trouble for this one day? For my sake?” The look he gives you is anything but tender in comparison to his words. 

The bitter taste of impending failure is already settling in. You can already feel the immense weight of this dread and it springs you into action. This can’t be the end. 

It won’t be. 

“Can you really blame me though? For wanting to say goodbye to everything and everyone I have ever known?” 

Spider goes quiet, hazel eyes suddenly avoiding your own gaze. 

“Believe whatever you want but the fact is this day will never repeat. This is literal history and…” You voice quivers, blunt teeth sinking into your bottom lip in restraint. The last barrier to holding the words back. “The last glimpse at my old life.” 

You don’t allow the gravity of those whispered words to plant themselves. This is all a ruse after all. Just enough sadness to get Spider to cooperate and yet saying it out loud feels like tying an anchor to your ankle. Truly realizing how stuck you may be from here on out. 

Spider doesn’t say anything for a long while. Neither of you look at each other, letting the silence sizzle between you. 

And then finally….

“We have to be quick.”

“And no touching anything. I mean it, shit out here can be extremely poisonous.” Spider rattles on, listing yet another rule to follow as the two of you venture through the thick terrain. You roll your eyes. You may not be a match for the creatures of Pandora physically but you’ve studied enough to understand what to stay away from.

“We’re there for five minutes tops, got it?” Spider says as he pushes a hanging branch out of your path. 

“Yes sir.” You salute him playfully. Now that you are less than a mile away from Bridgehead a certain giddiness begins to take over. It swirls together with your nerves and apprehension but it doesn’t deter you. This is the closest you have been to freedom in a week. 

Eywa’s mightiest creatures could not keep you from your goal. 

Years down the road when you wake up from kyro this will all be some awful dream that embeds itself into your revenge arch. Starting with Miles Quaritch of course. 

“I’m being serious. Neteyam will kill me if he sees you out here. I’m sticking my neck out for you.” 

“It will be worth it.” You say simply, a skip in your step when you recognize the familiar path that leads back to Bridgehead. This the same one you had carved deeper with every trip you had taken to your oasis. Looking back there is nothing more you regret but the sight of it still makes you smile. 

Spider never stops his stern rambling. Despite the fact that he is built like a Greek God, his speeches do little to intimidate you. Not when you’re used to nine feet of solid muscle and sharp canines. 

There is a bank that overhangs Bridgehead. A spot that Spider deems the perfect lookout for the two of you. You consider trying to convince him to get the two of you closer. After all, what good is a farewell that can’t be heard? Truth is, there really aren’t many people you would bother trying to say goodbye to. Jeremy moved on from you months ago, you have very little friends outside of that and what little you did have can be nothing but traitors by letting you get offered up without complaint. 

It feels like a risky move, however. Spider is sure to catch wind of your deception at the first hints of you disobeying.

“Here,” Spider mutters, suddenly pulling your arm so you stand directly in front of him. This leaves you sandwiched between the cliff’s edge and Spider’s tall frame. 

“Hey!” You snip at him, ripping your arm from his hold. 

“This way I can keep a close eye on you.” He smirks, hands resting confidently on his hips because he knows as well as you that his physical prowess greatly outweighs your own. It’s clear his trust is far from being earned. 

“Well do you have to breathe down my neck? Christ! I could use some space.” 

“No chance.” Spider responds shortly but his eyes are already scanning the crowd of RDA members below. 

“Neteyam doesn’t really take kindly to others sniffing around me.” 

You hate to play that card but it seems to be the only one you have in your deck and if you have any chance of getting out of here, Spider can’t be pressed up against you. A harsh glare is thrown down at you but with knitted brows and a fierce frown, the male takes a few steps back. It isn’t much, surely his presence will still be your first obstacle, but it’s a start. 

Every minute that passes by feels like torture. You watch as palettes of heavy equipment and artillery are rolled along the concrete with Na’vi supervising. Each one packed away is a signal of passing time, another stream of sand that falls through your hourglass of opportunity. The real nerves, however, kick in when the line of RDA members are escorted onto the ship. 

How long is it going to take them to load everyone?

How long until your hopes are dashed?

You spot Neteyam taking his place at the head. He is dressed up in his traditional Olo’eyktan gear completely with a feathered mantle and oval forehead jewelry, but this time he holds a gun. He holds it with confidence, finger strategically placed over the barrel and ready to strike at a moment’s notice. His golden eyes spark today like fire. Even from your lookout spot from above, you can feel that darting heat. 

You pray that they never fall on you again. 

Spider shifts over your shoulder suddenly, blonde dreads ticking your neck. You scramble out of his space but instead of jerking you into place as you expect, he takes your spot at the front. Brows knitting together, you watch him carefully as he crawls forward. 

Finally you spot what has captured his undivided attention. 

Colonel Miles Quaritch sternly leads his band of mutants through the crowd. They tower so high over the rest of the Sky People the sight is almost comedic. However, Spider is doing anything but laughing. His mask fogs up as he watches the scene with intensity. 

It’s like he is dead to the world, eyes trained on the man that has been anything but a father to him. 

You expect him to cheer, snarl, anything that shouts of victory. It was promises of seeing karma after all that had bought you this outing but Spider is silent and still. And then there is something else that flashes over his demeanor, a pang of emotion that is hard for you to place. 

Pain?

Hatred? 

Guilt? 

This swirl of tangled feelings is confusing.

Perhaps there is still so much more to learn about Spider Socorro. 

Regardless, this is your chance and you plan to take it. Tension bleeding into the moment you watch Spider diligently while beginning to back away. It feels as if the world’s ambience has been muffled into background noise and the only sound breaking through is the obnoxious puff of each breath through your mask. Neteyam hadn’t given you the serum shot this morning, assuming you would be spending the whole day in the outpost. Now, however, you wish he had. 

Spider is so enveloped in the moment, however, that he gives no recognition of the sound or even branch you clumsily snap when backing down from the cliff’s edge. 

There is no telling how long this trance will last or at what point you will be out of ear shot so you risk it all. 

Bare feet tingling in protest, you race across the forest floor. There’s no sign of an easy and stealthy way down into Bridgehead. Going back down your normal path would risk Spider spotting you race by. That’s not an option but neither is falling to your death. On the east side the cliff shallows out into a grassy hill. If you’re lucky enough you might just be able to creep down it and remain hidden beneath the heavy greenery. 

Upon reaching it, however, you step on loose dirt and the world rapidly spins around you. With neither a hint of grace or stealth you clumsily roll down the hill. Your muscles ache by the time you clunk to the bottom and you’re sure there are other injuries to be found. Adrenaline dulling the pain and panic, you dart to hide in the nearest bush instantly. 

The scene is so much louder now that you are up close. Heavy trucks make blaring beeping sounds while reversing and Na’vi freely let out loose cries of victory and foreign threats. The commotion is just enough to have your presence remain undetected. 

You don’t bank on that lasting for long though.

Your scanty traditional Na’vi attire is sure to draw attention. You need different clothes and you need it fast. Scaling around the outskirts of the chaos, you miraculously manage to make it to that familiar run down door. Sector two-your building. 

Paranoia constantly scraping at your attention, you barely let the room equalize before ripping your mask off. These hallways feel so different than you remember them. Perhaps it is the feel of the metal floors beneath bare feet or the lacking furniture and crowd. It sends a chill up your spine as you sprint towards your room. 

How much time do you have?

They can’t have loaded more than half of the crew by now.

And yet, the sight of deserted halls makes your feet slap against the floor faster. 

Get dressed. Immerse yourself in the crowd. Hide until take off is through and then find a kyro capsule.

You mentally check through this list. 

Piece of cake. 

Maybe saying it out loud would make it sound less like a fool’s hope. 

Fuck it. The odds don’t matter and neither do your nerves. This is a necessity, pure survival and that will be enough to keep you going. It will because it has to. 

Your feet slip across the laminated floor when you frantically scramble to go back the way you came. Two tall and ominous shadows wrap from around the opposite corner and you are afforded just enough time to dart behind a wall before Lyle and Z Dawg appear. 

“You’re an idiot.” She says. 

“Yeah yeah say whatever you want but don’t pretend like you wouldn’t rip someone in half for a Big Mac right now.” Lyle defends himself, their shadows now paint the dimly lit corridor, stretching closer and closer to your tucked away spot.

You could run, but these are recombinants. They would pick up the sound of your footsteps in an instant. The wind from your sprint would carry your scent. 

“Sure, but I asked what your first meal back on Earth would be, not what your guilty pleasure fast food order is.” 

“These savages can keep their overgrown weeded garden of a planet. I want some fucking chicken nuggets!” 

As their voices become louder it appears that running will be your only choice after all. 

“I don’t even know why I ask at this point.” She sighs and a short hiss echoes down the hallway. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, feet repositioning as you prepare yourself to run. If you were smart you would have already been halfway down the hallway at this point but some part of you refuses to move. It clings to hope foolishly. 

“Well I’m sure-”

“Shut up asshole. The comm.” Z Dawg hisses and they both turn silent, no doubt listening to the orders on the other end. 

Your hands are shaking now, that tremor traveling up your shoulders as you await their response. 

“Copy that.” Lyle says and then the sound of heavy boots recedes into the distance. 

You can hardly believe your luck. 

That dark cloud of dread ripples away and hope takes its place once more. Maybe you can pull this off after all. 

Your room is exactly as you left it. No one has bothered to pack up any of your things or even dispose of your half folded laundry. This tiny corner of a shared living space has been your own for your whole life, everything you have known. It feels so small now. 

Rifling through the laundry basket you find a loose green tee and a pair of  tan shorts. You originally had a whole outfit planned for this day, something comfortable but nice. Those garments are, however, still crumpled up on the ground. This will have to do. 

As you hastily slip them over the beaded jewelry and tewng you pray to whatever god will listen that this will be enough to keep you incognito. You are barely finished buttoning up the shorts when heavy footsteps ring down the hallway. 

Their echo is soft, no doubt still several halls away but they are progressively getting louder. Now is not the time to take any more risks. This room is tiny and already cramped with scattered junk. Hiding under your bed would not only be idiotic but near impossible with the way your creaky bed  swoopes so low to the ground. There is, however, an old built-in cabinet above that you’ve used to hold your clothes. 

It’s just barely big enough for you to squeeze into so with those footsteps getting louder and your own terror sky rocketing, you push everything out of it and shove your body into the metal space. The door has metal slots with just enough slant to allow your visual through it. 

Your clammy right hand presses over your mouth when the door to the room creaks open.

Neteyam strolls in leisurely, eyes sweeping over the cramped space with interest. With wide eyes and strangled lungs, you watch him prowl through the area slowly. He bends down to run his fingers over the rumbled sheets, the back of his hand lingers over your pillow case. 

He takes his time looking through the various knick knacks and cords littering your night stand. He doesn’t hesitate to ball the old picture of Jeremy into his fists. Its remains are tossed to the side without care. 

Did he toss the real Jeremy like that?

You make a vow to find him as soon as you make it on board. 

Assuming Neteyam hasn’t already hunted him down. 

You could look for whatever is left of Jeremy.

You can’t think about that now, though. Not as your heart is pounding against your ribs like a bird trying to escape a cage. Not when Neteyam lifts his mask for a sip of air as he plays with your tiny music box. 

He is gentle with all of your belongings, roaming through the area like a man that doesn’t have hundreds of Sky People to threaten off of his planet. Surely, he will have to leave soon. He’s just here out of curiosity, more of his stalker tendencies pushing him to invade your space. 

The music box looks like a Christmas ornament in his palm and you worry that he will accidently crush it. It was a pain in the ass to get and a possession you have always treasured because of that. Neteyam’s ears push forward when he finally figures out how to start the music and that delicate ballerina begins to twirl. 

“Maybe it’s all of your silly trinkets.” He breaks the silence, you startle slightly. He can’t be talking to you, you remind yourself. Neteyam thinks he is alone, just nosing through your old room as he thinks out loud. “Is that what you miss so much? What has you running off and acting naughty, little gift?” 

He’s bluffing. There is no way he could know you are here. Your scent has to be strong in the room but that’s to be expected since this was your living space. Ironically this should be the perfect place to hide away. 

“You know,” He starts, carefully placing the music box back down. “I was planning on letting you bring some of these funny things back to our kelku once you start behaving. A little incentive to be my good girl.” 

The knot in your throat is near impossible to gulp down and when you do, his ears twitch. You don’t want to believe it. How did he find you? You tug your legs closer to your chest as if you can contort yourself into a small enough ball that will magically disappear. 

“But it’s obvious now that you respond better to retribution than reward.” 

It’s a miracle that your lip doesn’t split from how hard your teeth press into it. Neteyam may not be able to track your scent here but the smell of blood would be a dead giveaway. All signs point to being caught but you aren’t ready to hand over the last shreds of hope yet. Neteyam doesn’t know about the cabinet. He’s bluffing about knowing you are here. No one has seen you. 

“We can revisit the idea of a reward system later, pet.” 

The muscles in your legs are cramping beyond relief, begging you to stretch out. You don’t heed these discomforts, too paralyzed by the proximity of your captor. Neteyam on the other hand appears deceivingly content and relaxed, rummaging through your things as if he has all the time in the world. 

He carefully opens your nightstand drawer and those hairless eyebrows raise immediately. The bras are tossed to the side with the same care as the picture but then tiny little lace fabric hangs from his fingers. It’s far from your greatest problem but your cheeks heat anyways when he carefully observes your light purple panties. 

Out of all the drawers to open it seems that Neteyam knows just the one to torment you with. 

“Then again,” The Olo’eyktan smirks. “These are quite cute.” And this time instead of inhaling from the respirator he soaks in the scent from the small fabric instead. Your thighs clench together. 

“Wouldn’t mind having my little tawtute model these for me.” He hums, while pulling out several more pairs. He tucks them away safely in a small pouch attached to his loincloth. “That is, once I finally get rid of this rebellious streak of yours.” 

You allow yourself a small sigh when Neteyam goes around to the other side of the bed, just enough distance for you to breathe properly. 

“Time to come out, little gift.” He squats down onto his haunches, prowling across the floor like a predator on track. He must be searching for you and if that is true then you may still have a chance yet. Neteyam may think you are in here but he doesn’t know where exactly. 

Thoughts race through your mind at a thousand miles per minute. They twist and twirl to find some way that you could get out of this situation unscathed. The doorway is visible through the slanted slits of the cupboard. With the proper footing you may be able to close that distance with a courageous leap. And maybe, just maybe that would be enough to catch Neteyam off guard and give you a head start. 

You make one fatal mistake, however. 

If there is one thing a good prey knows to do, it is to keep sight of their predator at all times. 

Your feet don’t even get the chance to hit the ground, instead dangling and thrashing once you are caught with a strong hold around your waist. Hoping is waning but disappointment sprouts into increased vigor as your nails digging into his arms and legs struggle to kick back at him. 

“YOU MOTHERFUCK-” Your cursing slings into a shriek when Neteyam grabs a fistful of your hair and uses it to strongly crane your head backwards. His golden eyes are dilated until only a thin rim of molten gold is visible. The weight of his angry gaze takes your breath away. 

“Enough.” He enunciates the word, like a drawn sword ready to slash. “Listen closely, pet.” The lump in your throat goes down with a strained gulp. “There is not an inch of this Sky Demon hell hole or corner of this planet that you can run to without being drawn back to me. You are mine and I’ve done well to mark my property.” The fingers intertwined in your hair tickle over the back of your neck, no doubt leaving the trail of his scent behind. “You reek of me.” 

Tears gather at the corner of your eyes and you flutter them closed to avoid his burning attention. 

“As you should.” His voice rumbles as nothing more than a growl against the nape of your neck. 

“I never asked for this!” Your fighting dimms down to nothing more than squirming as gritting the choked words out sucks your energy away. Before you can do anything to stop it, tears blaze trails down your cheeks. “Just let me go! Please!” 

“Quiet, pet.” 

Another yank to your hair and the words die on your lips. It’s clear now that the time for fun and games is over. Neteyam wastes no time in throwing you onto the creaky mattress and covering your body with his own until he becomes a shadow blocking out the fluorescent light above. His thighs straddle your waist, putting just enough weight down to keep you in place. 

“No more tears.” He sighs, with down turned lips, but doesn’t pause his bunching of your tee shirt. “It’s clear I’ve been spoiling you too much.” 

A broken grasp is pulled from your throat when he easily tears the shirt straight down the middle. You’re not sure what you are trying to accomplish as you swat at his working hands. The shirt was neither your favorite nor of great importance but you still try to stop the onslaught of ripping. 

Confused and overwhelmed you squirm as he rips it into wide ribbons of fabric and then without warning you are flipped onto your stomach. You scramble to crawl away but Neteyam’s plants a foot on your ass and that is unfortunately all it takes to pin you down. Your hands are snatched next, forced together behind your back as the ripped stripes of your own shirt are used as makeshift rope to tie your wrists together. 

Something about him using your own personal clothing to keep you bound for him has your legs kicking out fiercely. It won’t do much damage even if you manage to hit him, but there needs to be an outlet for your anger. You need to feel like there is still some wreckage for you to inflict. The last tiny shred of power that you cling to for dear life. 

Neteyam isn’t in the mood to put up with your outbursts. Much like a fresh kill from his hunting trips he keeps you pinned and makes quick work of binding you imobile. The action is so well rehearsed and instinctual in fact that he already moves on to his next task of destroying your shorts. 

Shrieks and small clawing fingers are simply background ambience for the Olo’eyktan as he works. Surprisingly the small tawtute sized Na’vi clothing is not exempt from the male’s destructive hands. They too become nothing more than rolling beads and scraps of fabric falling to the floor. 

Your string of bloody curses are only temporarily interrupted by your own gasp when Neteyam takes a seat on the bed and throws you over his knee in one swift move. Kicking is no longer an option for your rage when he swings one leg over both of yours. Blood rushes to your head but even dizziness can’t stop your violent outrage. 

However, it appears a cracking smack to your upturned ass can. 

The pain doesn’t ripple forward until a few moments after your shock has subsided. Neteyam has always had creative ways of punishing you but this is different. You’d figured that he would never lay a hand on you after all that he has droned on and on about how important it is to protect a fragile thing like you. 

But another hit accompanies the first and this time you can’t hold back your small squeak. 

“Just as I thought.” He spanks you again, his hand mercilessly hitting both cheeks with every strike. “You’ve been practically begging for a firmer hand.” The cry that the next rapid three slaps pull from you is one that you don’t recognize. 

“Pretty little things like you still struggle to remember their place.” 

“Stop! Stop!” You shriek, trapped legs still fruitlessly sprawling for escape. 

“Don’t worry, little gift.” He squeezes one of your pink cheeks after this last spank. “That’s what I am here for. I won’t let your silly little tawtute tendencies keep you away from me.” 

It doesn’t take long for the color of your backside to match your face as the blood drains to your head. Neteyam is persistent, hardly batting an eye at your cries and shrieks. From cursing to death threats, none of your spewed venom makes him flinch. If anything you manage to catch his small smirk when you twist to glare up at him. You don’t make that mistake again when you find this behavior only rewards you with condescending coos from the Na’vi. 

“That’s a good girl. Let all those nasty words go.” He purrs, heavy hand never letting up on your poor bottom. 

It’s this praise that has your mouth clamping shut. You hold back any and every sound you can as your ass takes a beating. Which is not a lot when the Na’vi male has unfathomable strength and your backside already feels like flames could erupt from it at any moment. 

“Oh pet, I’ve hardly even touched you and you’re already blushing so pretty for me.” Neteyam hums in delight, hand roaming over your burning ass like an art piece just waiting to be admired properly. 

Hardly even touched you?

Is this just his way of being an ass or are you truly that far from the finish line?

You jolt when one finger slips between the crack of your cheeks, teasing over your hole gently. A sound caught between a scream and whimper erupts from you without thought. Bound hands flatten and flail to cover the untouched area but Neteyam simply chuckles and lets his own hand retreat. 

“Mawey, tiyawn.” Neteyam pats your backside softly, almost in a casual reassuring manner. “Another day.” 

It’s hard to say what is more humiliating. Being bound and turned over the Olo’eyktan’s knee like a naughty child or the wetness trickling from your pussy at the feel of his teasing fingers in a place you’ve never dared let anyone else explore before. 

Pain is a great distraction from your humiliation. So much so that it eventually motivates you to dash pride to the side and begin your pleading. 

“A-ah Neteyam! I’m sorry! I’m sorry…eh-ah I-I’ll be good!” It’s not even clear what you are trying to say anymore. Your mouth runs on autopilot, throwing out any line of remorse in hopes of one doing the job. “I ngh-ah didn’t mean to! I won’t run! Can’t take anymo- ah! Neteyam!” 

He reigns his hits to warm the underside of your thighs too, moving between that vulnerable area and your ass in such an erratic way that it is impossible to anticipate where the next will land. 

Plea after plea is thrown out but resembles nothing more than garbled desperation, nothing that can pass as a full sentence.

However, one call catches his attention.

“Olo’eyktan please!” 

The sound of slapping skin stops. 

Tears continue to plunge down your cheeks even without the constant spanking, your ass burns and tingles in shock. The tuft of his tail poruses over your naked thighs, sending a sensation both painful and ticklish. 

“Repeat, pet.” 

“Wha-what?” You stammer, voice thick with tears. 

“What did you say?” That large hand comes down once more like a crack of lightning. 

“AH! Olo’eyktan O-Olo’eyktan please please please. No more no more!” 

He smooths over your knotted hair, pushing it away from your sweaty temple and tear stained face. It’s tempting to look away from his soft gaze but intuition tells you to let him see the trembling state he has left you in. Let him witness how pitiful and distraught a simple spanking has made you be. 

“I….I’m sorry, Olo’eyktan.” 

Neteyam smiles like one would at a lover, a tender pride lacing his lips. 

“You’re learning, pet.”

Putting batteries in that small remote was a mistake. A ridiculous useless mistake that now leaves you standing on shaky legs. The pink vibrator that has resided in your nightstand drawer dutifully on hand for years is now the source of your torment. 

Well, maybe not the source per say. 

No, the true origin of this humiliation stares back at you with knowing eyes and swatting tail, his large hand making that tiny remote look like a children’s toy. The vibrator buzzes inside of you on the lowest setting, but that relief can only last for so long with the way Neteyam enjoys jumping between the different levels. 

Every last shredded piece of your Na’vi and human clothing lays back on the floor of your old bedroom. The only savior of your decency is Neteyam’s cloak that he had thrown around your shoulders. With the size difference this cloak acts more like a dress and therefore gives you more coverage than you’ve had in a week yet somehow leaves you feeling more vulnerable than ever before. Trembling fingers never stray from the seams of the cloak, keeping it wrapped around you tightly as the crowds of humans and Na’vi continue to pass you. 

Neteyam has left you with one of the other Na’vi warriors but never out of his sight. It’s a miracle that your hands were cut loose in the first place but perhaps that is another sick joke the Olo’eyktan plays on you. He knows that you won’t run. He knows you can’t run. His attention and promised consequences for misbehavior are more than enough to keep you tucked in his pocket. 

That and of course his control over the rippling vibrations that torture your pussy. 

The nearest warrior is sure to be noticing your frazzled state by now. At least he has the decency to hide his interest, unlike another Na’vi that watched from the sidelines. Lo’ak, leaned against one of the hoverships like it’s a random Tuesday afternoon, watches with a small smirk and perked ears. If Neteyam notices, he doesn’t seem to have a problem with it because Lo’ak is left unbothered in his ogling. 

The tempo increases, the vibrator now picking a pattern of random pulses that bash against your sweet spot. Bottom lip bleeding now from your biting, it’s a struggle to keep your moans at bay. With the heavy machinery moving and hundreds of Na’vi and humans passing surely there must be enough noise to block out any degrading sounds you make. But you can’t take that risk. You’ve made the mistake of underestimating the Na’vi’s enhanced hearing before and that is what has landed you here. 

Neteyam twirls the tiny remote between his fingers like a fidget toy as another Na’vi warrior comes to report. 

You start to commiserate the loss of that ridiculous human sized loincloth Neteyam made you because at least then there was some fabric barrier to hide your wetness. Now, the thick Pandoran air runs up the cloak and over your soaked thighs and cunt. It reminds you constantly how pathetic you have become as orgasm after orgasm has escaped your grip. Even worse it reminds you how easy it is to carry that aroused scent through the breeze for all Na’vi to detect. At that rate, worrying about your noises is the least of your concerns. 

Lo’ak reloads the machine gun with practiced hands, moving with muscle memory so he can continue to stare and send silent messages your way. No doubt he is theorizing on what exactly his brother has done to diminish you to such a state. His eyes dance with those ideas, the little quirk of his lips telling you just how creative and vial his thoughts have turned. 

Another level up and this time it is Neteyam’s eyes that have you squirming. Your impending orgasm coils tighter and tighter with every passing second and you're so desperate to find some way to release this energy that your bare feet begin fidgeting against the concrete. It’s almost like a little dance, one that has Lo’ak laughing under his breath. 

It stops.

You breathe. 

There is some sort of commotion off in the distance. Not one that you can truly pin down the source of but you do notice the way Neteyam nods as a Na’vi female says something to him. With a wave she is dismissed and then the Olo’eyktan saunters off. Although slightly worried over the trouble, you are grateful for the respite. 

And then a nightmare unfurls before your eyes.

Instead of marching to the issue, Neteyam takes a pit stop to converse with his younger brother. Lo’ak’s tail whips in the wind at whatever is whispered in his ear but the real horror comes when that traitor of a remote is handed over to the younger Sully male. 

You are seconds away from stomping over there and crushing that pink little weapon before the other male can wield it. However, your dutiful guard places a hand on your shoulder after just one step. His eyes remain locked forward but the warning is enough as his hand retreats. You are still being watched. 

With one last glance your way, Neteyam has the audacity to give you, his little pet, a warm smile before leaving you in the hands of his brother. 

Lo’ak swings the gun around to his back in favor of playing with his new toy. Every dark and viscous fiber left within you is channeled into the glare you give him. It should say everything that your lips can not.

Don’t you dare.

Don’t you fucking dare. 

Now would be a good time to look into Na’vi curses, anything you could betrix upon him for what he is about to do, because of course Lo’ak won’t back down. If anything that fire in your eyes lights his own delight and has him sitting down and bracing forward. Forearms resting on his thighs he clocks your every movement.

This is sure to be the best entertainment the bastard has had in a long time. 

He savors the passing moments of anticipation. Never backing down from the ultimate seething looks you give him. Finally a crash sounds and that distraction is right when Lo’ak sets the vibrator to high. From zero to one hundred, pleasure rackets through you like a shock wave. The force is so much that it temporarily makes you stumble on your feet. The other guard wordlessly steadies you back into place. 

Lo’ak’s grin is feral. 

This silent battle slips between your fingers so quickly it is hard to comprehend, because all that can register in your brain is how fast you are hurtling towards an orgasm. After Neteyam’s denial your body is high strung and ready to take any sensation as fuel to push you over the edge. Nails digging into the soft fabric of Neteyam’s cloak, pleasure rockets higher and higher until only the whites of your eyes are visible. 

Knees bowing inward, ecstasy is finally yours. 

There isn’t enough energy left to question why Lo’ak let you reach your high. Instead you focus on riding that wave while simultaneously keeping upright. 

That persistent buzzing against your sweet spot continues until your nerves are short circuiting. The pleasure turns to overstimulation and you give Lo’ak a look that alerts him of this change. 

His amusement tells you that he already knows your predicament but his thumb remains far from the off button. 

Pathetic noises now bubble up your throat without restraint as pleasure ebbs into pain. It switches back and forth until another release is on the verge of consuming your being. The guard next to you doesn’t say anything when he helps to sit on the cold ground. 

The second orgasm has a bitter taste to it but your greedy pussy clenches around the toy all the same. It’s almost too bad that Neteyam decided not to gag you because at least that would muffle your cries as you rock down onto the toy. Lo’ak gulps at the sight, pupils blown wide when the first glimmer of tears scrape down your cheeks.

Regardless, he shows no mercy as he takes in the show with undivided interest. 

Vaguely you register the bustle and commotion around you as different Na’vi and humans rush to and fro, giant machinery finally backing into place but they are only background noise to your third orgasm. 

Your body is caught between delight and despair with every passing second. When you are close to reaching your peak for the fourth time your body is resistant to get you there all the way. The intense buzzing in your pussy is driving you wild but still not enough to drag out another orgasm after being too overstimulated. Despite the soreness that emanates from your wrecked hole, your clit throbs in agony. Begging to be touched. To be licked. Pinched. Flicked. God, anything at this point.

Memories of Neteyam doing just that surface, pushing you closer and closer to another dumbing climax and yet only serve as a reminder of how you are not getting the treatment you so desperately need. Pride is dashed to the side, you’ll worry about the consequences of grinding onto the toy in public later. 

Lo’ak’s hands roughly brush over his inner thighs and it draws your attention. The taunt muscle and smooth skin of those thighs would surely brush over your intimate flesh so perfectly. He would probably help you too, hands clawing at your hips as they urge you back and forth over the area. Even more so, the younger brother would not be able to pass up the opportunity to show his power over the situation, muscles flexing to tease your clit oh so beautifully. 

You’re not sure when Lo’ak became telepathic but he grips his knees and gives you a look that says he knows every dark desire that plagues your brain. His nails press into that soft flesh and drag until there are pretty red marks left behind. If you crawled over there sweetly, would he let you ride? Maybe if you healed those red marks with open mouthed kisses and kitten licks. 

Unaroused you would be ashamed of this train of thought but she is so far gone now. 

The only thing your poor abused cunt is begging for was attention. Anything to get this awful mix of heaven and hell to bleed into euphoric release and rest. 

The only thing stopping you from reaching down and finishing the job yourself is the assurance that Lo’ak would snip all pleasure in a bud at the sight of any touching. 

The area has been cleared of invaders. Na’vi begin to make their way off to the hills before take off but you are none the wiser. Caught in your own little bubble you don’t even notice when a sudden shadow blocks out the sun. That is until, large warm hands slip under the cloak and skate over your spread legs. 

Such a simple touch has never made you whimper more. 

Neteyam’s accent is thicker now, words heavy enough to hardly understand the meaning as he coos at you. “There’s my sweet pet. Little slut just wants to come again, don’t you?”

His fingers force your legs to spread even wider. Lo’ak’s stares as if his glare could heat up enough to burn through that cloak. 

With such delicacy it makes you want to scream, Neteyam uses two fingers to part your pussy lips and expose your pulsing clit. The other hand slithers down to rest on your thigh as you try to buck against the air. 

“Come for your Olo’eyktan, pet,” He growls and with the other hand he begins delivering rapid little taps to your clit. It’s humiliating how tiny the gesture that puts you over the edge is but you paint the toy white regardless. 

When the vibrator finally takes a rest you are too far lost in your own little world. Neteyam swaddles you in the cloak and carries you in his arm as you bury into his chest. And conveniently, when you are tucked back in the forest there is no awareness left in you to recognize the sound of launching ships. 

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        MOONTALK

pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN Reader.

summary: After retiring, Leon often has nightmares about his past. Talking under the moon's gaze seems to help.

warnings: Smut MDNI, just oral (m receiving), angst to fluff to smut hehe, mentions of death, violence, and alcohol, catholic symbolism, dad bod leon hehe (x2) subby leon, reader is called spouse.

word count: 3.5k

author's note: Hello! This is very simple since I'm trying to get better at writing smut for gender neutral readers :) There's not enough content and while I improve at writing the whole sex scene I shall bring you this! (I'm open to suggestions or constructive criticism.) As always, I hope you're having a good week!

The starry night is chosen to be Leon’s witness in the middle of his stolen slumber. 

It’s a common occurrence, part of himself longs for the pain-filled activity since it serves as a reminder of his own life. Night terrors scare him more than his anxiety. The first one clings to his soul and threatens him with an inability to wake up. Helpless to his own mind, he prefers to be fully awake.

However, his brain isn’t his friend. Even when awake and aware of his surroundings, his mind would recreate scenarios he has lived before. Blood dripping and sticking to his combat boots, the smell of the iron-ish liquid filling his nostrils painfully making its home in Leon’s head, messing up with his perception of the world and himself.

Somewhere in that messed up path, he had found you. 

He didn’t intend to, it wasn’t in his plans to. He had locked his heart and thrown the key somewhere in the sea of his failures. 

A feeling of regret brimmed in Leon’s soul. How could his name be attached to yours if the sole mention of Leon Scott Kennedy brought memories of hell on Earth? A former rookie cop, ready to risk his life on duty turned into the government's best weapon.  He’s made peace with that, ever since his mission in San Francisco his life has gotten significantly better.

But that doesn’t mean it has stopped hurting.

He once heard Jesus presented his left cheek to be slapped. In the past, he’d have imagined the mere thought of being that naive was ridiculous.

“You have heard that it was said, 'Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.' But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also.”

Now, that passage has been planted in his heart like a thorn that wouldn't go away no matter how much he pinched the skin. But rather than being a bothersome feeling, it shaped him into the man he is now.

He would never be Jesus, he knows that much. Ever since he was a kid, his connection to religion was always dangling between trust and distrust; faith and doubt. Fear crossed his juvenile and innocent expression whenever he came across a statue of the people’s lord and savior.

God bad, Jesus good. People good and bad. The Old Testament was the backbone for Leon’s hatred towards God. If this supernatural being ‘loved’ his people, why would he punish them?

Sins are ambiguous. Killing is bad. But if he had killed creatures that were no longer humans, is he a sinner without redemption?

He’s still coming around that last statement. Were they really no longer humans?

That’s why he prefers the New Testament. A fresh start, a new life being born. Jesus wouldn’t judge him for the man that he was and is. 

And just like him, he turned his left cheek in a mission in San Francisco years ago, when he ended Maria’s life. Bitter and revengeful for killing her father, the woman made it her mission to murder Leon. But ultimately (and ironically) she ceased to exist in Leon’s arms. 

‘Revenge’ was met with a ‘Now you can be with your dad again.’ Merciful, he had granted her a last moment of peace.

The soundless night heightens Leon’s senses. As he tries to brush off his worries, some footsteps break the unnerving silence that Leon is in. His ears focus on the soft pace that he easily identifies as yours. 

Recognition turned into monotone and monotone into mundane. And don’t get him wrong, God he loves feeling he has finally found his home.

Leon’s arms are resting on the balcony railway, blue eyes focused on the starry night. 

“You should be sleeping.” He flatly says without turning to face you. Not out of apathy but guilt. Not being next to you has woken you up.

“Can’t sleep without my husband.” 

Sensing you approaching, he opts to tease, trying to divert your attention somewhere else. “Wouldn’t be my dear spouse if you weren’t clingy.”

“I’m not clingy.” But you wouldn’t allow Leon’s usual antics. You know them by heart, lighthearted jokes instead of facing reality. “I’m just worried,”

“You worry too much.”

“But I’m always right.”

A sigh. 

Teeth biting the inside of his cheek.

“It’s hard to sleep sometimes.” The phrase is not directed at you, but a response to his own thoughts. For him, safe and sound sleep is a blessing he’s not lucky enough to receive. 

“I know.” And then again, your reply isn’t about yourself. A feeble smile appears on your face out of empathy and partial understanding. Standing next to him, your elbows rest on the balcony railway, the chill air sending goosebumps through your skin. “Did you dream about something?”

Leon’s eyebrows knit in concentration as he mull over her question. When he tries recalling his past moment of slumber he is met with the usual gruesome scenario and the same gut-wrenching screams.

“Same old tale.” He exhales. In the past he would have had a glass of whiskey in his hand, tilting the content to one side as he gazed over the starry sky. But he made a promise, and as much as his past comes back to haunt him, he’d keep it. 

“Is that it?”

“Yes.”

“Why I don't believe you?”

He brings a calloused hand to his mouth as he registers your words. Under the moonlight, his expression gives away his exhausted state, a hint of darkness around his eyes, a permanent faint frown. 

“You don’t want to know.”

“Yet here I am asking.” It’s not until now that you notice Leon’s shirtless torso. Most of his scars are turning a light white color while his bruises are changing their hues. His body is not the same from a few years ago. His abdomen no longer shows off his chiseled abs but a slightly round and soft belly. 

“Feels like I’m walking in circles.” He finally answers with his eyes closed. His restless mind can’t give him a break. Unable to completely live in peace, he finds himself pondering about his own humanity.

“The past is always clearer at night.” With an expression akin to resignation, he looks at you. “And the past tells me I’m a monster.”

The faint sound of the clock could be heard even when they were both gazing into the sky and letting their thoughts be consumed by the chill night. It reaches the dreaded ‘Devil’s hour,’ 3 AM. 

“You aren’t a monster.” And it is the truth. While Leon is a complex man, it is not a difficult task to unravel and search through the layers he has covered himself in. His heart beats for the nation and therefore its citizens. 

“If I’m not a monster then what am I?” He replies, his face growing somber. “If what I’ve done isn’t destruction what is it?”

“Salvation.” 

It is far from salvation. It’s selfish to even think that way.

Sadly, Leon was the designated pawn to complete the job nobody wants to do. 

Sadly, Leon is no more than a victim in the web of despair and destruction.

“Salvation.” He scoffs, a sharp ironic demonstration that your words weren’t the best. “I used to fight while the innocents kept falling at my feet.”

A glimpse of a past self appears in front of you. Chaos and loathing unfurls. 

It’s been years since you last saw the man who used to drown himself in the deadly burning liquid. However, the alcohol no longer filled the empty spaces in his body and soul.

Truthfully speaking, nobody can fix or heal anyone. But you gladly took the role of being Leon’s partner in life. Not only romantically speaking. Silently, you made a home in Leon’s heart and he was too comfortable with you to ask you to leave him. 

“You didn’t do it in the first place.” You place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “The government did.”

“But I was just another bullet in a gun.” He replies softly, his gaze drifting forward. Even after all of these years, he couldn’t completely shake off the guilt that kept haunting him. “Another man with his finger on the trigger… I was just a man with a gun.” 

“And you’re also a man with a heart.” You respond immediately, not giving him a chance to continue his venom-filled words toward himself. 

“If you were the demon you think you are, these late-night thoughts wouldn’t be haunting you as they do. You wouldn’t be mourning every soul even after all these years.” Your words bring a sense of comfort amidst the internal battle that is occurring inside him. The weight of his burden has always been more bearable with you.

“You think I’m that much of a saint?” A faint smile tug at Leon’s lip. A troubled expression on his face tells you he is still not believing your words. Or perhaps, he feels like he shouldn’t believe you.

“I don’t think you’re a saint. Humans are much more than black or white, good or bad. We are gray.”

Your statement is true. Humans are far from being one-dimensional beings. The balance has always been there and he knows it. When he was a child and religion was still an important part of his life, he remembers when Jesus protected Mary Magdalene. 

‘He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.’

Leon had stained his hands with blood and gore, but he had also saved countless lives when the odds were against him.

“God… I’m pathetic, aren’t I?” He laughs, finally bringing you closer to him with his arm around your waist.

“No, you’re just human.”  You reply, admiring the view your balcony provides, you think about the endless possibilities in life. If you hadn't met Leon, where would you be? And if Leon hadn't met you? How his life would look right now?

Universe works in mysterious ways, if you hadn't been in the right place at the right time, you wouldn't have your soulmate next to you.

A comfortable silence sets in as Leon finally relaxes and gives his mind a break. There were days and nights in which his brain was weak, but that doesn’t mean he hasn't gotten better.

“I would do laundry and taxes with you in every timeline.” You break the silence with a quote from a movie both of you had watched and Leon being the moviegoer he is, you know he’ll recognize it.

“That's not how the line goes, you silly.” 

Bingo.

“Then enlighten me, Mr. I know every movie by heart.”

“It is ‘in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.’” He states matter-of-factly which gains a laugh from you. But in a way, you’re used to his antics and almost nerdy personality only you get to see.

But your words mixed with the ones from the movie hold a glimmer of truth. Even in a timeline in which he wasn’t an agent and just a regular citizen, you’d have fallen for him. Because his past doesn’t make him the man he is now. 

In another life, you’d love him over and over again.

“But I’d do all those things in this life and even in the afterlife.”

His eyes fall on you, the glimmer in them now being obvious. Just a few words from his love would pull him out from his depressive nights.

“You never cease to amaze me.”

“I’m just amazing like that.” You wrap your arms around Leon's neck while his hands rested on your middle section. “Now hug me because I’m fucking freezing.”

“Let’s go inside, shall we?” Laughing, he pulls you closer in a tight embrace. “I’d hate for you to catch a cold. Besides… I need my cuddling partner every night.”

As both of you move out of the balcony and away from the cold wind of the night. Leon’s hands move painfully obvious to your rear. After his late thoughts, he only wants to feel you close to him.

“I don’t think you want to cuddle.” You remark the obvious. Leon just chuckles, nodding.

“Aside from being the perfect partner you’re also a mind reader?”

You step in your bedroom. Place that has been witness to Leon’s most vulnerable moments, from the times in which he'd come back from a mission to the ones in which both of you would get lost in each other's bodies.

His sanctuary, your heaven.

You smile at him as you motion him to sit down on the bed. Both of your eyes are locked in a gaze that says what you are feeling, love. No matter how hard his or your days could be, both of you could always come back to a partner that takes care of them. No matter the situation.

As he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, you lean closer and press a kiss to his forehead, to his nose, to his cheek, and lastly to his lips. This last one lingers more than the others, sweet and slow, like how you want to treat him tonight.

“I love you.” You whisper as you pull back from the kiss, your thumb grazing over his stubbled jaw.

“Love you more.” He responds with the same tenderness you have brought him. After saying his words, his hands traveled to where your hips were, attempting to pull you closer.

“Nuh-uh. Tonight’s about you, sir.” You have your mind set that this night is going to be all about the perfect husband you have in front of you.

With that, your lips once again found their home but this time it was on Leon’s neck. 

With your lips giving some attention to Leon’s sensitive skin, you treat him like he was fragile porcelain. 

After a few moments, you slowly lower yourself until you're between his thighs. Another reminder of how much his body has changed, his thighs were fuller and bit less toned than before.

He has seen you like this before, on your knees and with the sweetest of looks but dear God it gets better every day. 

You press your cheek against Leon’s inner thigh, your hand rubbing the flesh that is still covered with his sweatpants. He was no longer an active agent therefore he had gained some weight which you completely love. He blames the alcohol he used to drink so much and the lack of high-impact exercise.  But you always reassure him that you love him nonetheless. 

Your hand creeps to his clothed crotch, you gently trace along the bulge that has already formed. Leon’s breath is starting to get heavier but nothing too scandalous, for now. 

“I haven’t even touched properly and you’re already this hard.” You are trying to be gentle, but there’s something about having control over him even when you’re on your knees that just prompts you to tease him a hit.

“Might as well cum in the spot, don’t you think? Bet you’re already imagining me pulling down your boxers and stroking your cock.” The face Leon was making could send you straight to heaven. 

“You’re the devil…” Leon tries, he tries to gather himself by making a joke. But his high-pitched speech comes out pathetic. A rebuttal? More like a whine.

“What? My handsome husband can’t handle the spice? I expected better.” The praise seems to hit a spot somewhere in his body because the way his hips just bucked and sought the friction of your hand was contradictory to his previous words.

“Please…” And after that whimper, you no longer want to tease the man. Especially tonight in which he deserves the best. 

“Ok, ok. I gotcha…” You murmur, wasting no more time and pulling his sweatpants down. A wet spot is already formed in his gray boxers. Then again, more teasing words flood your mind but you brush them off.

With a gentle kiss on his inner thigh, your fingers hook around the fabric and slide it down. His dick springs forward, and as always, it makes your mouth water. It’s the same image as always, slightly curved lenght with veins you had memorized by now and a reddish tip that tells you how bothered and pent-up he’s been.

Marriage has always been depicted as a boring and monotonous lifestyle, in which you get bored of your spouse after a couple of years. In a sense, you understand where they come from. However, Leon and you always made sure to keep things interesting, and as corny as it sounds, both of you try to make the other fall in love again.

You press a kiss on his tip, holding back a laugh as you know how sensitive he must be. The slightest touch has him gripping the bedsheets. 

“You’re teasing.” He says as his lips form a pout. His calloused hands flatten on top of your hair 

“Am I?” You give his shaft a few kitten licks, not breaking eye contact while doing so. 

Finally, your shenanigans are followed by your lips wrapping around his tip, sucking the area. That gains a whimper out of Leon, the ones you’re so used to. 

When you first met the stoic agent, you wouldn’t have thought that he’d be so vocal in bed. Even when he was supposed to be on top, he’d let the most beautiful moans against your ears. asking for permission to continue, asking for permission to fill you up.

For a moment, your lips continue sucking off his tip. Your saliva coating the area and sloppily making out with the head of his dick. Your fingers wrap around the base of it, almost overwhelming Leon with the amount of attention he is receiving. 

“Ah — Fuck…” His eyes roll back as you finally take him whole. The previous ministrations long forgotten as your mouth and part of your throat surround his sensitive cock. 

You bob your head, slowly at first, controlling your breath as Leon involuntarily thrusts his hips making his tip hit the back of your throat. You place your hand on Leon’s thigh, to motion him to stand still. 

“Shit — sorry, sorry…” His voice gets slightly higher, now his previous words turn into pleas or straight-up moans. Drool pools at the corner of your mouth as your tongue runs on the underside of his cock. 

“Too good for me…” He’s reduced to just babbles and whines, his knuckles turn white as keeps on gripping the bedsheets, an awful attempt to drown more moans. As you continuously bob your head, Leon could feel his high coming.

Unconsciously and given his dazed out state, he brings his leg to your shoulder. You were completely focused on him and this simple action made your concentration break a bit. He’s putty in your hands, his brain no longer functioning whenever you are in control.

You’d edge him, you’d definitely tease him for that. But now, you just continue sucking him off with the inner side of his thigh brushing against your cheek. 

“I’m gonna  — Fuck…” It’s not a warning, but a comment, a needy announcement. As much as he denies it, there’s not a better image than seeing you covered with his cum, or watching you swallow it whole. It made him feel a sense of pride, knowing that his spouse is the one making him come undone. 

And as your tongue runs along a vein, he couldn’t contain it any longer. With a high pitched whine and throwing his head back, he spills down your throat.

The warm liquid fills your mouth and some of it drips from the corner of your lips. 

You stay still for a moment, collecting every last drop of Leon’s cum. When you feel Leon’s hand on your shoulder —the one that doesn’t have his leg on it— you know he was asking you for a break. 

Pulling out with a pop, you gently move his leg for him to rest. 

For a few seconds, you just massage your jaw as Leon tries to recover. Heavy breaths fill the dark room, allowing you to relax once again.

“You good?” You ask as you are sitting down on the floor. 

“Yeah — Just… give me a second.” He laughs, closing his eyes. A loving smile forms on his face. 

You laugh too, getting up from the floor, you admire the scene Leon provides you: All of his body exposed to you, his sweatpants and boxers pooling at his ankles, and his fucked out expression. 

Heaven.

After a minute or so, Leon composes himself. 

“I’ll make sure to wake up every night if this is the treatment I get.”

“Next time I will just tie you up to the bed.”

“Oh? I like the sound of that.”

Laughing, you slap his naked chest as he pulls you closer. Nights like this are a reminder of his humanity and his right to love and to be loved. The past can never be changed or forgotten, but he can learn from it.

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author's note 2: I just had to mention eeaao! It's one of my favorite movies and I know Leon would love it. Sorry if it was too sappy of me but then again... I'm always like that.

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day 16 ; toys

↠ nami x reader

fandom: one piece word count: 1.1k warnings: nsfw 18+, fem!reader, sub!reader, nipple clamps, vibrator, fingering

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You never expected to join up with the Straw Hat Pirates, but after some thorough convincing from Luffy, you didn’t hesitate to accept his offer. It was all worth it though, because it led you to meeting your girlfriend, Nami.

Speaking of your girlfriend, you were eagerly awaiting her arrival back on the Going Merry, as she told you she was going to get you a surprise as a departure from the island you were on.

“And what are you doing over here?” Usopp approaches you from where you stand, looking for Nami by the village’s entrance.

You sigh, knowing what he was going to start doing. Usopp was always teasing you about how much you were head over heels for Nami.

“Yes?” You ask, unamused. 

A smirk crosses Usopp’s face. “Oh, nothing,” he starts in a singsong tone. “Just wondering what’s so important for you to be waiting over here so eagerly.” He mimics you in a high pitched voice. “Oh, no, wherever has my dear Nami gone? I can’t do anything without her!”

“Hey!” You smack his shoulder. “I do not sound like that.” 

“It’s exactly what I hear from you.” Zoro opens an eye, clearly only pretending to sleep to hear you get ragged on.

“Leave her alone you brute!” Sanji yells from behind the bar. “A lady should never be teased for her romantic affections!”

While Sanji was well-intended, his comment made you blush even more. Although the whole crew knew you and Nami were together, you were a naturally reserved person and having all of your personal business out there like that was quite embarrassing.

Zoro rolls his eyes and goes back to “sleeping.”

“Don’t worry! Nami will be back soon!” Your captain was oblivious as ever to the teasing of your crewmates.

You give him a small smile, ignoring the snickering from Usopp behind you. “Thanks, Luffy.”

You finally catch a glimpse of your girlfriend’s bright hair, and her satchel is clearly more stuffed than when she got off the ship. You weren’t going to question what methods she used to get them.

“Nami!” You run up to her and hug her, burying your face in her neck. She laughs and pulls you back into the ship. “I still can’t believe you wouldn’t let me come along with you.” You pouted as she just laughed and squeezed your cheek. “You left me alone with these bozos.”

You hear a faint hey! come from Usopp before Nami shuts the door to your room.

“Well, I had a surprise that I wanted to get for you.” Nami begins to remove her satchel. “Something I want us to try right now.”

She begins to remove the new items from her satchel. All of them are unfamiliar to you, varying in different shapes, sizes, and colors. You pick up a chain with what looks like two clothespins attached to each hand.

“This—” she moves her hand under your shirt, caressing your breasts. “Attaches to these.” Her fingertips ghost your nipples, now hard and pressing against the fabric of your top.

“Oh.” Your heart flutters widely in your chest. Nami and you have done some exploring in the past, but all of it has been simple and sweet, with no use from toys like the ones she had scattered across her bed.

Nami tugs at the bottom of your shirt, and you lift up your arms, allowing her to take it off you with ease. It causes your breasts to spill out and Nami throws your shirt aside to palm them as she lowers to kiss you.

You close your eyes and lean your body into the kiss, relishing in the softness of your girlfriend’s lips on yours. Suddenly cool metal meets your nipples. You jolt from the shock of the temperature change and the unexpected pressure put on them. When you look down, you see that Nami has attached each side of the clamps to your chest. You couldn’t really describe the feeling that they gave you

“That feels,” you start as Nami moves you to lay on the bed, “really good.” She places you on your back, crawling on top of you. You see her reach for something else, what looks like a long, thick wand.

She notices your curious stare. “It’s called a vibrator,” she answers your unspoken question. “I’m sure you can figure out what it does.” She clicks a button at the base and the object starts vibrating, a low buzzing sound coming from it.

Nami tugs on the clamps gently, causing you to arch your back into her and gasp. “I don’t like how I’m the only one without a shirt on,” you tease. She laughs and uses her free hand to tug off her tank top. She lowers herself to kiss you again, her breasts providing a warmth the clamps don’t give you.

Nami begins to trail kisses down your jaw, to your neck, and eventually your chest. She bites hard around your breasts, sure to leave hickeys behind. You moan from the pleasure, until she moves down to your nipples.

“Oh, fuck!” The harsher tug as she grabs onto them has your lower half throbbing even more, the heat and wetness becoming more noticeable.

Nami moves her hand down your shorts and underwear, playing with your wet folds. “You ready?”

You reply with an enthusiastic nod.

She pulls down your undergarments, leaving you fully nude. She takes the vibrator in her hand and places it right on your clit. The pleasure draws out a long string of whines from you.

Nami grins. “You like it?” She applies more pressure and you gasp from the action.

“Yes, yes, please,” you beg, bucking your hips closer to her. “Need it,” you moan. Your arms flail looking for stability. You manage to grasp onto Nami’s arm, the one currently not teasing you. “Nami!” You moan out. Your body writhes in need, a wanton moan leaving your lips.

“Aww.” Nami coos, but you can hear the smile in her voice. “Poor baby, can’t handle it?”

“S-shut up,” you manage to moan out. 

She laughs and begins to tease you with her fingers. The vibrations from the toy and Nami’s fingers curling in you, hitting spots that make you see stars, is more than you can stand. It doesn’t take you long to reach your end.

Nami brings her fingers, glistening with your release, up to mouth and licks them clean. As you pant heavily, feeling the aftereffects of your orgasm, she kisses your cheek.

“Did so well for me.” You can’t help the heat that rises to your face.

“But we're not done just yet.” Nami bares her teeth in a playful smile. “There’s still more toys we need to get through.”

You quiver in anticipation for what’s to come.

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Happy birthday! Could you continue the naruto daughter of the homage series?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6

Naruto doesn’t feel comfortable going back to the tower until the Suna kids have collected their scroll and arrived. Gaara had killed nine people – three teams total – in that time. None of them Konoha, thankfully, but that’s mostly due to her team and Itachi engaging in some creative luring and misdirection. The Konoha Twelve can be redirected outright by one of her clones, but the other leaf genin that she doesn’t know as well have to be lured rather than instructed. Getting their own scroll is more an afterthought than anything else.

They probably should have thinned the herd a little more. Now they’re having preliminary matches, which is just another chance for Gaara to kill one of her shinobi.

Great.

“Is that Orochimaru?” Sakura hisses, looking up at the spectator box. “Isn’t he a missing nin?”

Naruto flickers her glance upward, but she’d already known he was attending. What does surprise her are the two people by his side. “Yeah, but he’s also the Otokage, and one sort of trumps the other. Dad gave up on that one a long time ago, and Sarutobi still likes him besides. That’s not the interesting part.”

Jiraiya sends intelligence back to the village frequently enough, but she’s never thought she’d seen Tsunade back in the village.

~

Orochimaru is already bored.

He barely attends chunin exams when they’re in his own village. But Kabuto had given him an interesting report, and he hasn’t seen Minato in something like fifteen years, so he figured it couldn’t hurt. Besides, Anko is proctoring a portion of the exam, and she always complains that he doesn’t visit.

Jiraiya found out, somehow, which was bad enough, but then the traitor told Tsunade, and the two idiots insisted on coming with him for some reason.

Probably because they were worried Minato might try to arrest him, which is frankly insulting. He can and will kick that kid’s ass if he has to.

Hm. Maybe that’s what they’re intending to prevent, on second thought.

Minato’s daughter has her father’s coloring and her mother’s bone structure.

“I’m surprised she’s made it this far,” Jiraiya murmurs.

Kushina throws him an irritated glance, but the white knuckled grip she has on her armrests seems to imply she agrees with him. Minato doesn’t look at either of them, not that he’s looked at Kushina at all. There’s really no point in them playing the part of happy couple in front of foreign ninja if they can’t commit to the deception.

“She’s got a solid stance,” Tsunade says. “Don’t need working chakra coils for that, I suppose.”

Minato’s lips thin, but he keeps his silence.

“Gaara of Suna versus Rock Lee!” shouts Hayate, pausing to cough halfway through.

Orochimaru leans forward now that something interesting is finally happening.

It’s not as immediate of a bloodbath as he thought it’d be. Lee holds out, demonstrating a mastery of taijutsu truly can make up for an awful lot. He fiddles with the weights on his wrist, but then he glances up. It seems as if he’s looking at his sensei, who’s shouting encouragement, but standing just to the left of them is Team Seven.

Naruto’s lips tug down at the side and she shakes her head just slightly, the movements so small thar Orochimaru wouldn’t notice them if he wasn’t focusing on her.

Lee’s shoulders droop even as he backflips to avoid another deadly arm of sand. He’s not even close to exhausted, and he’s lasted longer against Gaara than anyone else has, but he raises his arm and says, “I surrender.”

Everyone is stunned, an air of disbelief surrounding them.

Gaara acts like he hasn’t heard, more sand barreling for Lee. Hayate moves to interfere, but he’s a lot slower than that sand is.

There’s a smudge of yellow across the arena, there and gone, taking Lee with it.

Orochimaru turns, expecting to see Minato’s seat empty, but he’s still there, eyebrows raised.

He frowns, looking back down, and Naruto is back out of the arena, putting Lee back on his feet. “It seems you didn’t hear him!” she shouts, grin so wide her eyes are slits.

“I didn’t know you taught her the Flash,” Jiraiya says.

Kushina stares between her husband and her daughter, eyebrows pushed together.

“Yes,” Minato says stiffly, “well.”

Interesting.

It appears Kabuto’s report was accurate.

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Secrets

Part One:

@reidcoffeemoon

You had known Spencer Reid for years now, back when he was a young, fresh-faced agent who struggled to speak to people his age and couldn’t beat Gideon in a chess match. He was thirty now, you’d both changed, unspoken feelings simmered beneath the surface, and you knew for a fact that Spencer was hiding something.

Your suspicions began a year ago.

Spencer was never late, and the few times he had been, it was always due to something strange. Years ago, it was his Dilaudid addiction that caused him to arrive late to work, other times it was migraines or nightmares. It was never for an innocuous, innocent reason.

A year ago, he showed up late to work with a black eye.

“What the hell happened to you?” You’d asked, eyes scanning over him for any other injuries. You wouldn’t have been able to find any with his purple cardigan and black slacks obscuring your view, but it didn’t make you worry less.

“I, er, accidentally punched myself last night when getting changed.” He visibly grimaced at his own poor attempt at a lie, suppressing a wince as he sat down, his muscles aching, every individual joint in his body collectively screaming from last night’s events.

Your brow raise told him you clearly didn’t believe him, although Morgan snickered loudly from his desk, having bought the boy wonders story. He was quite clumsy after all.

You were a profiler, you thought you’d be able to figure out what was happening quite easily. At first, you worried he’d relapsed, but ruled that out fairly quickly. Then you wondered if something was going on with his mother, but it wasn’t that either. It was frustrating, because you knew that something wasn’t right, but you had nothing.

The last thing you expected was for him to actually tell you what was going on, because if there was anything to know about Spencer Reid, was that he could keep a secret, and keep one very well.

Until he couldn’t.

It was one in the morning when he called, waking you up from the warm, cozy haven of your comforter as your phone buzzed loudly on your nightstand. With a tired groan, you reached over, a fumbling hand grabbing the phone and squinting at the harsh sting of the light in your eyes, fully expecting Hotch or Garcia to be calling you in for work.

You didn’t expect to see Spencer’s name on your screen, and you felt anxiety shoot through your veins as you sat bolt upright in bed, answering the phone.

“Spencer?”

“Hi,” his voice was a pained rasp, one you recognized as your heart sank. “I’m…I’m really sorry to be calling so late, but, can you come over? I need, uh, I need some help.”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence before you were scrambling out of bed, briefly getting tangled in the sheets and nearly face-planting on your floor before you managed to orient yourself.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You didn’t bother to change out of your pyjamas as you sped through your apartment, looking for your keys as simultaneously tried to put your shoes on.

“It’s hard to explain. It will make more sense when you get here, just…try not to freak out too much?”

“You can’t say that and expect me not to freak out, Spencer!” Your voice came out more of a shriek than intended as you all but burst out of your front door, making quick strides towards your vehicle as the cold night air rose goosebumps across your skin.

“I know,” he sounded exhausted, which didn’t help your growing concern. “I’m sorry.”

You would’ve told him not to be sorry, that he didn’t need to be while simultaneously chewing him out for worrying you but he hung up the phone before you could get a word in.

You definitely broke some traffic laws on your way to Spencer’s apartment building, and you were grateful suddenly that the roads were unusually quiet tonight or there was a good chance you’d have hit someone. But right now that was the least of your worries as you burst into the building.

For a moment, you considered taking the elevator, but you remembered how Spencer had made an offhand comment on his buildings elevator being slow.

Screw it. You’d take the stairs.

You hated the stairs, you soon learned, sprinting up several flights to get to his door. You weren’t sure where you’d gotten that burst of speed or endurance, but your lungs burned and your legs hurt like a bitch. But you made it.

Not bothering to knock, you tried the door, fully expecting to find it locked due to Spencer’s vigilance. Strangely, it slowly drifted open under your hand. He must’ve left the door unlocked for you.

“Spencer?” You called out into the apartment, shutting the door behind you as you entered. It was dark, the night and the deep green walls casting the space in darkness.

You didn’t get any sort of response back, but as you walked further into the apartment, you saw a light peeking out form under the bathroom door. Your stomachs twisted anxiously at the thought of what you might find as you slowly opened the door.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that.

Spencer was slumped over on the floor, barely holding himself upright against the base of the counter. The bizarre blue and red suit he was wearing was torn in several places and cuts littered the exposed skin. He was covered in blood—his own, presumably.

“Oh my god,” you crouched down in front of him, not even sure where to start, your hands hovering aimlessly. “Spencer, can you hear me?”

He seemed to be straddling the line of consciousness, his eyes heavily lidded as he managed to lift his head slightly before it dropped back down. You reached out, supporting his head in your hands.

“Holy shit, Spencer. We need to get you to a hospital.” The words were barely out of your mouth before Spencer was firmly gripping your wrist. Not hard enough to hurt, but to get your attention.

“No,” the word came out a broken plea, his grip on your wrist loosening but not letting go. “No hospital.”

You remembered the last time he’d been in the hospital, it had been due to anthrax exposure a few years ago, and it had been an incredibly traumatic experience for him despite the rather fortunate outcome. You supposed you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to go.

“Spencer, you’re hurt. You need some kind of medical attention, you can’t just stay like this.” Your eyes flitted over his bizarre outfit. It looked sort of like a Spider-Man costume. You’d seen that vigilante around a few times. But you couldn’t help but notice how detailed it was for a costume, a little too high quality.

“Just…just help me up, please?” He managed to look up at you, his tired eyes pleading and soft, and any further arguments died in your throat as you cursed to yourself.

“Damn it. Alright, put your arm around my shoulder.” He did as asked, his arm draping around your shoulders as his fingers lightly gripped your bicep for support, leaning against you as you wrapped an arm around his waist and began to help him to his feet. You heard him wince, biting down on his lip as he struggled to stand with your help.

“Breathe through it, in through your nose, out through your mouth.” You instructed him, briefly pausing to let him catch his breath. He nodded shakily, hair hanging in front of his eyes before he tried to stand again. It took a fair bit of effort but he was finally to his feet, leaning against you for support.

“We’ll take it nice and slow,” you assured him, beginning the slow shuffle out of the bathroom. Your mind swam. What the hell happened to him? You’d ask later, you figured he didn’t want to talk about it right now, but you were going to get answers eventually even if you had to shake them out of him.

You were halfway down the hallway when he passed out. His feet had begun to drag until he slumped against you with a heavy breath, sending you both to the floor.

“No, no no no!” You barely manage to catch him as you sink to the ground, keeping him from smacking his head off the floor, your hands hooked under his arms and his head in your lap.

“Don’t you dare do this to me, you ass!” You felt your eyes burn with tears that you refused to let fall. “If you die I’m gonna kill you so much!”

He groaned incoherently, his breaths strained, but he didn’t wake. His brow was furrowed, face twisted in discomfort.

“Okay…okay.” You stand up, picking him up and adjusting him in your arms until you’re carrying him bridal style, surprised at just how light he is. You knew he’d be light, but even when he was dead weight he was relatively easy to carry as you rush to his bedroom.

Setting him down on the bed, you anxiously wring your hands as you try to get your thoughts in order. In the dim lamplight his face is contorted in pain, his skin paler than it should be.

You rush back to the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel from the cupboard under the sink and running it under the cold tap, grabbing the first aid kit on your way out.

He was right where you’d left him, but he was mumbling incomprehensibly now, his words garbled and incoherent. You place the cool, damp rag on his forehead to regulate his temperature and begin looking for some kind of zipper on his costume.

“How in the fuck do you get in and out of this thing?!” You huff, knowing you’re not going to get an answer. There’s no zipper in sight, and you want to yell in frustration. You were about to go look for a pair of scissors when your hand brushes the raised spider emblem over his chest, and the suit suddenly loosens enough to be taken off.

“What in the–“

Oh.

It wasn’t a costume.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Blind Offer 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a leak causes you to evacuate your apartment, your landlord offers a vacant unit that's too good to be true. (short!plus!reader)

Character: Steve Rogers, additional characters to come

Note: Loooooook. I was gonna restrain myself but this all just got outta hand. This is one of my Corrupt-A-Wish requests but I won't reveal which one right away because it'll be part of the plot!

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Love you like I love turning intended one shots into series. Take care. 💖

You keep your slippers just away from the edge of the puddle. The sheet of water extends almost completely across the kitchen. You hug yourself, still slightly groggy from your early and rude awakening. The washing you put in last night hadn’t finished and instead the sudsy mess had leaked out around the door.

There’s a sigh and a clank as your landlord pulls his arm out of the machine. Your sopping laundry is in a bucket by his feet. His shirt is visibly wet from his struggle to stem the steady flow dripping from the brim of the washer door. You worry you may have overloaded the compact stacking unit.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you say as you sway guiltily.

“Don’t be,” he puts his hands on his hips and blows out. A golden strand dangles down his forehead, “it’s not you. My own fault. I thought these things might hold out for a while…”

“Oh?”

“Not the first time I’ve had to fight the beast but it worked. I should be sorry, I should’ve just replaced it.”

“Well, uh, what are you gonna do now?” You look at the wet tile, the scent of laundry detergent thick in the air as the water creeps closer to your slippers.

“Uh, yeah, well, obviously you can’t stay here.”

“I can’t?” You raise your head, running your hand up the front of your robe and clutching the fluffy fabric.

“No, bylaws say you need to evacuate until I can get a new unit in here. And clean up. Leak like this can leave mildew and mold,” he combs his large hand over his head, “I feel bad enough, I couldn’t let you live in this.”

“Okay… um, I have to work in a couple hours–”

“Oh, geez. Well, er, maybe just pack up a few things and I can take you over to the new place? You can always come back to grab more if you need.”

“I guess…” you chew your lip. His blue eyes fixate on the gesture so you stop. “How far is it?”

“Not very, about twenty minutes east by car.”

“East?” You utter dully, “that’s a bit far. I work up near the metro area.”

“There’s some bus stops that way but I could give you a lift tod–” There’s a sudden gush and he looks back to the machine, a bubble of water flowing up over the brim. He shuts the door, stemming much of it. “You won’t even be able to cook in here,” he says, “look, bylaws say I have to relocate you. I have a property free which means I don’t have to splurge for a hotel. If you prefer somewhere closer, then it’s on you.”

You frown. He’s not the worst landlord you’ve had but he definitely talks like one. He’s only really worried about his liability. Yet, most others wouldn’t have even brought up that clause and left you to wallow in this puddle of dirty laundry water. You shrug, hopefully the other place isn’t too bad.

“Right, uh, I guess I’ll go get dressed,” you relent.

“Great,” he says with blatant exasperation, turning back to face the trembling washer, his voice deflating to a hoarse rasp, “goddamn.”

You hesitate as you stare at his back. The gray fabric of his jersey henley strains across his shoulder blades as the back of his forearms clench, veins pulsing out. He rolls his head on his neck and heaves out again. 

You turn on your foot and slowly pad out of the kitchen. You hear his sole squeak subtly but refuse to glance back again. You can’t help but feel that it’s all your fault. You’re sure he’s too nice to say so. Or too distracted by the chaos you’ve caused.

🖤

The new apartment isn’t an apartment at all. It’s a walkup townhouse with a sleek black and white exterior. The neighbourhood is far out of your range but you won’t complain. You suspect Steve is already aware of the deferential.

“Wow, this place is really nice,” you say as he holds the door for you. You step inside and take in the space; a narrow staircase to the next floor, black frames around grayscale photography, and minimalist decor in the form of a standing geometric floor vase and a coat rack with bent arms. 

You stop to take your shoes off on the mat as Steve squeezes in behind you and shuts the door. You trip away from him, surprised by the friction of his body against yours. You’ve always been overly aware of yourself and how much room you take up. Your size makes it hard to not feel crowded, still the close brush rattles you.

He swirls the keys around a finger and stills them in his fist. He looks around emphatically and waves a hand.

“Well, this is it. It’s my only vacant property at the moment, so, it’ll have to do. Fully furnished, at least.”

“It’s great,” you assure him as you step further in, your duffel hanging heavy from one arm, “wow, it’s…”

“A lot bigger than your place. Yeah. New development. Invested at ground floor. You’ll be the first tenant, at least for the time being.”

“Ah, right,” you go to the narrow bench of black acrylic and place your bag atop it. “I’ll try not to mess it up.”

“Didn’t mean it like that.”

“Uh, yeah, but obviously it’s above my paygrade,” you scoff, “I appreciate it and sorry again.”

“Don’t worry about it. Really. Dropping a couple hundred on a new washer woulda saved us both trouble. I only got one person to blame,” he holds out his hand, “you don’t need a tour, do ya?” He offers the keys and you step up to take them, “I’ll be back around noon to get you to work but I got running around to do.”

“Um, I should be able to figure it out–”

“Oh, wait,” he puts a finger up, “the door code. Just in case. Also, you’ll wanna override the security system when you get in.” He turns and points to the sleek black box mounted beside the door, “I got it on my phone but you’ll just need to pop it open and put in the number.” He slides out his phone, “I’ll just text it before I forget.”

“Right,” you nod as you clutch the keys tight, “got it. I think I can manage.”

“Anyway, you got my number, you need anything, you know how to reach me,” he checks his watch, “noon,” he repeats as he points at you, “I’ll be back.”

He spins and opens the door, swiftly stepping through before swinging it shut behind him. You’re left slightly stunned and don’t move right away. You cross the floor and twist the latch of the door, a cautious habit likely unnecessary in this neighbourhood.

You turn back to your new abode and let your eyes rove. Wow. All this just for you. You wonder how much one of these places go for. Your monthly pay probably wouldn’t even cover a single week.

You shuffle forward, uncertain, expecting for Steve to come back through and tell you it’s all a mistake. 

You peer around at the immaculate decor. Each piece is perfectly set and carefully curated. The long leather sectional and the matching square backed armchairs before the artificial fireplace in the wall. A low coffee table on a rug patterned in black and white, a touch of red in the throw pillows and the curtains.

Then the kitchen, white, pure marble, and pale silver appliances. The tile is marked by subtle dove grey diamonds, and a table sits against the wall with two chairs. You go back into the hallway and down towards the front of the stairs. You peek up at the top as you pass the small half-bath embedded on the other side.

Upstairs, you find two bedrooms, a full bath, and what appears to be a study, along with several spacious closets. It’s truly a dream. Who knew a broken washer could get you a stay in heaven.

Well, you should get settled in. Enjoy it while it lasts.

🖤

As promised, Steve shows up just before noon. You have your uniform on but feel less than ready to go. The abrupt awakening, the displacement, and the typical dread of the overcrowded box store. Your job is less than glamorous and the townhouse underlines that even more as you bid it a reluctant goodbye.

Steve’s car is sleek and red and overpriced. You don’t know much about cars but you can just tell. The interior is squeaky and so clean you’re sure it must be right off the lot. That new car smell fills your nose and threatens to inspire a migraine.

You put your purse in your lap and buckle up as he turns down the volume on the stereo. You recognise the song, surprised by his taste. He didn’t seem the angsty type. As far from grungy as you can imagine.

“Smashing Pumpkins?” You comment.

“You don’t like them?”

“Don’t mind em,” you shrug, “just figured you were more into… I don’t know, just not them.”

“When I’m not unclogging toilets or changing smoke alarms, I actually do have fun,” he scoffs.

“Oh, I didn’t mean–”

“Kidding,” he assures you as he pulls away from the curb.

You watch the townhouses pass by as he slowly rolls down the street. It’s eerie. There are no other cars lined up in the spots parallel to the pavement. In fact, you don’t see anyone else around. Not through windows, not coming or going, no one so much as walking down the cul-de-sac. It is oddly isolated from the suburbs all around.

“Not like I have great music taste, I’m a disco junkie,” you try to laugh off the tension.

“Fun,” he muses dully.

You don’t respond. You’re on your phone checking Uber prices for the way back. Eek. You pull up the bus routes for the area; at least two transfers to get there. Shit.

“So…” Steve begins, “who you chatting with? Telling them about your tight-ass landlord or what?”

“Uh, no,” you put your phone down and black the screen, “I was just… tryna figure out how I’m getting home. Sorry. Did you say something?”

“Nothing important,” he assures, “what time are you done?”

“Nine, closing,” you explain, “it’s fine, there’s buses. I’ll just have to remember not to go to my usual stop.”

“I can come get you,” he offers.

“That’s… that’s fine. You don’t have to. You’ve already done enough–”

“Really, I don’t have much else going on. Besides the washer but my buddy’s taking care of that for me. I’ll be available.”

“If you don’t mind, but really, I’m gonna have to learn the route. Actually, when do you think I’ll be back at my apartment?”

“Couple of days at best. After we left, the water got into the motor of the dryer– to spare you the whole spiel, the dryer needs to be replaced too. And the floor might need to come up, water’s done a number on the laminate–”

“Oh,” you grimace, “I… that sounds bad.”

“Nothing that can’t be fixed. Look, I know it’s probably not ideal for you to be all the way out here. I’ll keep you updated,” he speaks with one hand as his other remains on the wheel.

“Oh, no, I appreciate all your help. It’s just…” you cross your ankles and nervously wiggle your foot, “I’m just anxious.”

He hums and a thoughtful silence rises between you. He turns a corner and clears his throat, “about the apartment or work?”

“What?”

“What are you anxious about?” He asks.

“Oh, uh, yeah, uh, work, sure. Work always makes me anxious. Lots of angry customers and we’re headed into that season, you know?”

“Makes sense,” he nods, moving his hand low on the wheel as he sits back and steers lazily with the clogged flow of the city traffic.

“And the apartment,” you admit, “I’m not the best with change.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he agrees, “I’m a bit of stickler. I like order, you know? Everything has its place. Everyone has their role.”

You mull his words. It’s a strange way of putting it but you get it. You find your life erratic this time of year, when your schedule goes from predictable to hectic and fluid. Everyone wants to switch shifts and all the managers are trying to fill the schedule with as few bodies as possible.

“I mean…” he breaks the lull, “you know, I keep a pretty strict schedule with myself. Try to. You never know when you’ll get a call at 5am.”

You suck in air and look at him from the corner of your eye. His allusion isn’t subtle. The pit sinks further in your stomach. You don’t need one more person disappointed in you, not when you’re about to face Gwen the manager and her omnipotent clipboard.

“Yeah, uh,” you bend your arm and rub your neck, “sorry…”

“You apologise a lot,” he interrupts, “I’m not mad.”

“I know, I just feel bad,” you move your thumb to chew it.

He glances over at you before quickly refocusing on the road. He laughs, a hollow, gristly chuckle, “trust me, if I was mad, you would know.”

You blink. What? You’re not sure what he means. Is he joking? Maybe it’s that he’s such a nice guy that the change would be unmistakable or maybe he’s being sarcastic and you’re too stupid to pick up on it. Either way, you just want this car ride to be over.

“Right,” you eke out, “I’ll, erm, be sure to stay on your good side then.”

He slides his hand around the wheel to the top, squeezing until the leather squeaks. He shifts in his seat and exhales, “girl like you, I can’t imagine you being too much of a handful.”

His remark sticks in your ears. Again, you’re confounded by him. You can't read his tone as it's quickly washed away by the sudden blare of music as he cranks up the volume.

“This is a good one,” he calls over the music, “I’m sure you know it.”

Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage Someone will say, "What is lost can never be saved" Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage

Now I'm naked Nothing but an animal But can you fake it For just one more show?

The creaky tones of Billy Corgan’s lilt surrounds you as Steve bobs his head. The swirl of noise and the shadow of tension mingle and suffocate you. You’re starting to look forward to work.

[koolades-world]

One bed troupe w/ Belphie

According to Belphie, this was the perfect day. It could even be called the best day ever in his eyes.

But to you, not so much.

Your day together started with the two of you enjoying a late breakfast together. Neither of you made it, actually. Asmo had made dinner last night, so you were eating leftover at the same time. Belphie thought it was rather romantic. You were half asleep and almost microwaved your fork by accident. After that, you were productive together. You both tried to get some homework done, in which Belphie ended up lounging across your lap while you did some mindless D.D.D. scrolling because your excuse was that you could no longer reach your school supplies.

Later that day, you almost went out with Mammon and Asmo to shop, but eventually opted to stay in with Belphie, because he said he would get lonely if you left him, which was probably untrue because Beel would gladly spend time with him if he wanted. He wanted to spent time in the attic with you. To you, it didn’t matter that much because all eight of you were supposed to head out for dinner that night with Diavolo. Knowing him, he’d convince you all to spend the night at his place somehow, because Lucifer can’t say no to him. You’d get to spent more than enough time with them later.

So, to indulge him, you let him drag you up the stairs to the attic to cuddle. The door shut behind you with a gentle click, but in the moment, you could only think about each other. He dragged you into the bed in the center on the attic and clung onto you like a koala. The two of you did a couple things that you deemed fun, such as a tickle fight and a short game of chase.

By the time you realized you were locked in, it was far too late. They’re probably already left for dinner, assuming you were just busy, since sometimes that would happen. Whenever you had group affairs, one person was always late because they forgot and remembered after the fact, leaving then to rush to where ever the rest of the group was. This time, they probably thought it was you and Belphie.

However, what they didn’t know was that you wouldn’t be meeting up with them because when you’d entered the attic, the door had closed behind you and trapped you in. When Belphie had unceremoniously dragged you away, you’d left your D.D.D. downstairs somewhere, probably on the dining table. Belphie’s was dead, which wasn’t unusual, but unfortunate. Once you realized, you began to freak out, but Belphie was much more relaxed.

“What if they’re worried they’re about to get a ransom video for our lives?” You paced the length of the attic, running your hand along your forehead. You knew how quickly his brothers escalated things when confronted with a minor problem, no less having two family members missing.

“Let them worry, for all I care. I have you all to myself now, don’t I? Besides, it’s not like we’re in danger or anything.” Belphie was tossing a stray tennis ball up and down in the air, while lounging on the bed. You weren’t really sure how much time had passed while you were messing around, but you assumed they were at least halfway through dinner.

“While that’s sweet and all, if that’s how that was intended, aren’t you worried? Even a little?” You sighed and propped yourself against one of the window sills.

“It’s not like we got stuck here on purpose, although anything beats dinner with Lucifer.” Belphie chuckled as you began to chide him for poking fun at his brother. You began to relax more as time went on, and you eventually decided to start cleaning while you were there. As you swept the floor with a spare broom, Belphie chatted with you. He was oddly awake.

You also hoped to find some extra blankets while sorting through some old looking boxes in hopes of staying warm. You couldn’t deny how chilly it was getting up in the attic. Belphie seemed unbothered, but you knew how cold Devildom nights got, and you weren’t dressed appropriately for the night.

“Mc, I’m tired. Come nap with me.” Belphie was still on the bed, arms outstretched to you. A draft swept over the room, causing you to shiver. “See, you’re cold. I’ll keep you warm.” His directness was something you admired about him, and it worked for you in this situation, so you obliged him.

“Is it really a nap at this point? It’s getting late.” You quickly tucked yourself under the covers and let him cling to you. He was very warm. You leaned into the embrace, welcoming the waves of heat.

“Doesn’t matter.” He buried his face in your hair. “Is this my shampoo?” He didn’t move.

“Maybe? It’s whatever bottle I grabbed first this morning so maybe you got the luck of the draw.” You fully well knew you grabbed his shampoo that morning. While you hadn’t picked it out on purpose, you knew the smell well.

“You’re cute. Now, good night. If we’re lucky, maybe my brothers will walk in on us cuddling and get jealous.” His words made you internally smile. If you actually smiled, he’d feel it and stay awake longer. You didn’t fall asleep as immediately as he did, as you heard him lightly snore once or twice, but you were able to revel in the body warmth and fuzzy feelings you got from being around him.

You just hoped his brothers wouldn’t be too freaked out when they couldn’t find you. (You knew they would for sure act like the world was ending and not let you out of their sight for a while)

[yxami]

Nut or not November day 4!!

description: yandere damsel x gn knight reader, no nsfw, sort of a continuation, more seriousness rather than fluff, happy no nut November day 4

A knight’s duties is to protect and serve, something you’ve heard time and time again, and it always came from the lips of people with power. An authority you could never achieve, not unless you marry into it, and even that seemed more unattainable.

But if someone were to ask you what’s the closest you’ve ever been to getting influence over others then you’d talk about your prince.

The prince that would give you just about anything, all your needs and wants were satisfied by him. If you were to just utter the words of something you’ve been looking at then he’d buy it, no questions asked.

As his knight, you were supposed to make sure he was safe, of course, with no payment other than the one you got from the king and queen, but he always insisted in treating you to something.

“Why can’t you come and dance?” He huffs, already getting flared up to start a small tantrum, he’d kill anyone who witnessed the whines and complaints he only intended you to hear so he could get what he wanted.

A prince begging for a knight’s attention? How embarrassing. But he could also care less if it meant he would get your eyes on him, the pair he finds more addicting than any of the riches he has obtained. He loves basking in any affection you’d give, to him it’s the most valuable thing he’s ever gotten.

“Well this is a dance for you to find someone to court, not one for us to dance together at” You smile bashfully, wondering if his question was a joke, he certainly didn’t mean that right?

You knew he was more affectionate than he should be with you, his personal knight, but was he really supposed to be this clingy?

“My parents always set these up, they know I won’t get with anyone” He waves his hand as if to dismiss their unneeded opinions and worries of him being married to someone.

They’re aware of his little hobby.. The one that has him doting over you and providing you with anything he believed you wanted, so they’ve been setting up more dances than usual.

“But don’t you think it’d be nice to meet someone?” You ran your eyes across the ballroom, hoping nobody was questioning why the prince was chatting with you rather than the royalty attending the ball for this special opportunity.

“Well, I already have my eyes on someone, anyways, can we just dance?” He huffs, holding onto your arm as he awaits your answer but won’t take no for an answer so you essentially had no choice.

“Alright..”

Yandere damsel that dances with hearts in his eyes, not one drop of shame either as he makes it clear he only has his love set out for you. Jealous stares are piercing your skin, coming from all ends of the room, the hair standing on your neck only extenuated how uncomfortable you were.

You wished he’d be more mindful of other peoples opinions but you sighed, knowing he wouldn’t.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” His adoring eyes turn into a wave of worry as he observes your expression, hoping he didn’t upset you somehow.

“No no, it’s just.. it’s nothing” You smile, trying to change the subject by bringing up the table covered in plates of food and how hungry you were.

“Tell me, you know I don’t like it when you keep things to yourself” His lips formed into a frown, insistent on knowing why you sighed, even if it was something minor. He pulls you away into a guest bedroom as to not let others snoop. “Was it because you didn’t want to dance? I’m sorry I should’ve listened” He whispers after closing the door, walking up to you after he does.

“It’s not that.. I just want you to pay attention to other people, not just me. Your parents pay a lot of money for the party, shouldn’t you at least try to have fun with others? You don’t want to miss your chance at getting a future partner do you?” You sit down on the guest bedroom’s bed, wondering which hallway the two of you were in after leaving the ball room.

“I have my eyes on you, don’t you get that?” He groans, in disbelief that you have yet to get that he’s infatuated with you. “I’ve been yearning for your attention ever since I first saw you. I didn’t need help with my sword skills or with my education, I just wanted to spend time with you. I’m not even scared of thunderstorms either” He rants on, explaining all the tactics he’d do for you to stay close by him even when it’s not required.

Making you his personal knight, having you stay in his bedroom the entire week when it stormed, or all the times he pretended to fall so you would carry him back to his room and act as like his personal doctor for the entire day.

You sat there in silence, contemplating all of what he’s done, you knew he was more dependent on you than a normal prince should be but was all of this really to keep you attentive?

You weren’t sure what to say or what to do, so you fiddled with the cold bedsheets under your hands until you could muster up the words to speak.

“What? Don’t just stare, you’re making me nervous” He anxiously laughs, coming up to you with his arms extended, wanting comfort even though your silence was causing his discomfort.

“I don’t know.. well, um..” You reciprocate the hug he initiated but still leave him in a state uneasiness, how can you make him feel so safe yet dangle his heart over spikes like nothing?

He’s so inlove that he’ll still forgive you even if you break him into a million pieces.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to accept it now, how about you respond to me when you’ve made your choice? When I finally make you fall in love with me then you can tell me” He smiled weakly, half heartedly believing in his plan as he hugs you tightly.

You nod, glad that he’s given you the chance to leave this whole situation unanswered.

“I’ll try my best okay? And when you do fall in love then you’ll have to accept my marriage proposal”

[wheeboo]

emergency contact {pt. 2} | choi seungcheol

SYNOPSIS. in which you and seungcheol first meet. PAIRING. choi seungcheol x gn!reader (ft. popular cousin!joshua and other members) GENRE. fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, basically a prequel to the first part WARNINGS. reader has anxiety from large crowds, depictions of an anxiety attack, cheol says a singular curse word WORD COUNT. 1.5k

requested by anon: Hello! I hope you don't mind but may I request a second part for emergency contact? Like maybe how they met &/or how the reader got into the accident? I really love the story!

notes: hi anon! honestly i didn’t expect for anyone wanting a part 2 or intend in making one, but coming across your msg i thought of an idea and had to do it since your my first ever request 😊 i didn’t want this to be too long, so this is about how they first met cuz i don’t think i can do the accident scene justice (im sorry!!!). i guess this is for the people who are curious behind their relationship. feedback is highly appreciated!

← part 1 | part 2 | part 3 →

Crowds aren’t your thing. Parties aren’t your thing. They never have been. 

It’s the first thought that pops up when you show up in front of Joshua’s place as the early evening breeze sends its chills up and down your arms. 

Despite you coming earlier to the birthday party then expected, you already notice some figures in the house already, assuming it’s Joshua’s friends coming to help set up. The thought of meeting people you haven’t met before hasn’t been helping in easing your worries away. 

However, you take a moment to gather your thoughts and remind yourself that tonight is about celebrating Joshua's birthday. He already told you upon inviting you that you didn’t need to show up if you weren’t up for it. But he’s your cousin and one of the only people you share a close, familial bond with𑁋you want to show you at least have some human decency, even if it means stepping out of your comfort zone. 

Taking a deep breath, you walk up and knock on the door. It swings open just a few moments later, but you aren’t met with Joshua. You’re met with a man who appears similar in height, a denim jacket covering his shoulders and his dark eyes widened in surprise just as you are. The brief, eager dimpled smile that you saw for a moment quickly fades away into... disbelief? Shock? Did you suddenly grow a second head? You couldn’t tell. And maybe you didn’t want to know.

You let your eyes scan over his somewhat familiar features. You recognise him𑁋he’s one of Joshua’s friends, obviously𑁋but your mind can’t exactly put a name on him, and it didn’t help that Joshua was quite popular himself. Yet there’s a curious flutter in your chest as the two of you lock gazes for a single moment. 

“Hi, um,” You greet awkwardly, feeling your face flush with heat from the embarrassment. “Is, uh... is Joshua home? I’m here for his birthday party...”

The man blinks back to reality, stepping aside just a tiny bit. “Oh, yeah, he’s home. I can go get𑁋”

“Y/N! You’re here! I’m glad you decided to come.” Joshua’s voice interrupts his words.

Then you turn to greet Joshua with a smile and a quick hug. “Had to show I have manners, you know?”

He gives you a few comfortable, reassuring pats on the back. “Don’t worry, you know I wouldn’t complain if you decided not to come. And you can leave anytime.” As you fully insert yourself inside the home, you notice the mysterious door man making his way back into the living room area, and you feel the subtle hole of disappointment sink into your stomach. 

Joshua leads you into the living area, where you catch sight of a few of his other friends that you also recognise. Two of them is Lee Seokmin and Boo Seungkwan, who are also quite popular. Then you notice Yoon Jeonghan, one of Joshua’s closest friends from way back when. And then... you notice mysterious door man setting up a table full of drinks in the back. He’s the only person you couldn’t put a name on.

“Everyone, this is my cousin, Y/N,” Joshua announces to the room as all boys turn to look in your direction. You give out an awkward wave as your eyes scan their faces, and when you meet back with mysterious door man, you see him give you a small, polite smile. 

Progress, you think to yourself. It’s small, but it’s something. 

Seungkwan and Seokmin greet you quite warmly and excitedly, and Jeonghan was really the only person you knew more about the others. For some reason, the interactions feel more comforting than you think. 

“...and that’s Choi Seungcheol in the back over there. He’s a close friend in my year. I think you’ll get along with him.”

You catch Joshua's words and your eyes immediately shift to the figure at the drinks table. So, his name is Choi Seungcheol. The name buries a rightful place in your mind, and a sense of familiarity washes over you, as if it's a name you've heard before, even if you can't recall where or when.

“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me...” You mumble your way through some groups of people, the weight of the crowd pressing upon you suffocatingly.

You knew what you were expecting for a party hosted by Joshua, a popular person surrounded by a circle of equally popular people. But the more you can remotely feel the presence of a stranger next to you, you feel something gnaw at your insides and all the vibrations and sounds heightening up your senses. You hate it. You hate your anxiety. 

You try to look for Joshua, for anyone in general that you may recognise, but you find yourself lost in the swamp of people. All kinds of conversations were entangled in one another, making it difficult for your mind to distinguish one voice from the other. The noise becomes a jumble of unintelligible chatter, and your heart pounds anxiously in your chest as you hike your way up the stairs and into a nearby corner, hoping that the sounds will die down.

And by the time you reach the top, you squeeze your eyes shut and focus on your breathing, feeling the brimming tears in your eyes fall down your face. Inhale. Exhale. One. Inhale. Exhale. Two. Repeat.

But the tears keep only keep flowing, a silent release of pent-up emotions. The frustration and vulnerability weigh heavy on your shoulder. And it's in this vulnerable state𑁋out of all possible circumstances𑁋that Seungcheol finds you.

“Y/N?” 

Seungcheol's voice breaks through your chaotic thoughts. Startled, you slowly open your eyes, the dampness blurring your vision. As you glance to the source of the familiar voice, you see Seungcheol's concerned and frantic expression.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” he asks worriedly.

The concern in his eyes makes your heart ache. But in that moment, you feel a leap of hope amidst the suffocating weight of your anxiety.

“Sorry, yeah, I...” You sniffle, swiftly trying to wipe away any tears, but he sees them clearly. “The people, um... They’re not really my thing.”

His expression softens in an instant. Seeing your tears gives him the intrusive urge to wipe them away, but he refrains himself. 

Instead, an idea pops in his head as he scurries to take off his denim jacket before gently draping it over your shoulders. For a moment, your eyes quickly catch sight of his exposed arms.

"Here," he says softly. "It might help you feel a little more grounded."

You gratefully accept the jacket, pulling it tighter around you, his scent lingering into the air. The gesture, small as it may be, brings you a sense of comfort and safety, more than you expected it to be.

“Thank you,” You respond appreciatively, voice quiet and low.

Seungcheol couldn’t help the satisfied smile on his face as he shoots his gaze down to the floor, hoping that you weren’t able to see it. As you wrap his jacket around in a more comfortable position, he takes a step closer.

He clears his throat hesitantly. “If it isn’t working, then uh... I heard that hugging someone can also help too.”

You nearly let out a cough at his suggestion. No one has ever proposed that kind of idea before, and frankly, you hardly thought about it. But in this moment, with Seungcheol standing before you, and the thought of his arms circling around you, brings nothing but a certain jump to your heart and a sense of comfort that you sought.

So you let your shoulders relax and mentally prepare yourself as you give him a small nod.

Seungcheol steps closer and carefully opens his arms, inviting you into his embrace. With a mix of anticipation and nervousness, you take a step forward, finally closing the distance between you.

As his strong arms encircle you, you feel an immediate wave of calmness. The world around you fades into the background, and all that matters in this moment is the warmth of Seungcheol's embrace. It’s the only thing you can focus on. His presence envelopes you, as if creating a shield around you. 

Hesitating for a second, you rest your head against his chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It's a comforting sound that reassures you, as if to simply convey, It’s okay, I’m here. You never thought that being in this position with Seungcheol𑁋a mere stranger, but also not entirely𑁋would alleviate your body into surrendering in his comfort rather than pushing him away. 

The hug becomes a silent conversation; it’s awfully intimate and intense that if it were to happen again, you’d still feel the same as right now. Seungcheol holds you firmly but gently as you let your limbs fall weak in his arms. You feel the emotions begin to build once again, causing a whimper to escape your lips. 

As the tears fall, Seungcheol holds you even tighter. His presence feels like a lifeline, helping to keep your thoughts grounded in the present moment.

Minutes pass, and eventually, the intensity of your emotions begins to subside. Your breathing steadies, and you start to regain a sense of composure. Slowly, you loosen your grip on Seungcheol and pull back away from him.

“Feel better?” he asks you.

You give him a grateful nod as you take off his jacket and give it back to him. “I... think I needed that more than I realised. Thank you.”

And as you were about to leave, the last thing that he says sends that hopeful flutter through your heart. 

“I’m proud of you, just so you know.”

A small, genuine smile forms on your lips as you take in his words. "Thank you, Seungcheol.” And maybe, just this once, I am a bit proud of myself too.

[tmntxthings]

Okay okay okay that love potion Leo you just wrote. I’m screaming could you maybe do one with Donnie but instead of him pretending it’s still in effect the reader at one point saying something like “ I know you hate being touched but this has been kinda nice” and when it wears off he remembers that and he starts being slightly more affectionate and or tells reader he likes them too??

Started with a Spark

author’s note: thank u for the request anon c: i’d like the dedicate this one to @maximuslyqueer & @cochineal-tanto for leaving me motivating comments <3 that rlly helps me write more than you know, so thank you and I hope everyone enjoys~~~

warnings: slight angst, abundance of fluff, maybe some cursing

> leo’s < > raph’s < > mikey’s < > casey’s <

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“Leo before you do possibly drink poison, let me run it past my far superior senses,” Donnie said grabbing the glass that contained the pink, bubbly substance. Leo rolled his eyes, “I know for a fact without you looking and sniffing at it that it’s not poison,” Leo claimed.

“And what brings you to that conclusion?” Donnie asked as he brought down his goggles to run a scan, seeing that it had a bunch of mystic ingredients that Donnie was unfamiliar with. “It’s pink and we’re at Hueso’s restaurant! Ya think he just lets people serve poison as a beverage?” Leo said as if it was obvious.

Donnie used his free hand to push back his goggles so they rested on top of his head. He brought the drink closer to his face, intending to smell it to see if it had any poisonous aromas. Donnie didn’t notice the smirk that spread on Leo’s face but you did. You narrowed your eyes wondering what the blue twin was about to pull.

Everyone had thought it was high time for you to try some of the best mystic pizza around. So they had dragged you to their spot at Hueso’s. Raph sat on the end of the booth then Mikey and you. Across from you sat Donnie and Leo to his left.

When the glass was close enough, Leo reached out quickly tipping the glass and the drink spilt all over his brother. It went down Donnie’s nose and some of it into his mouth as he sputtered and choked. “What the fuck Leo?!” Donnie managed to gasp out. You shot Leo a glare as you reached across the table with a napkin to help Donnie. Leo and Mikey were snickering as Raph shook his head, covering his mouth to hide a smile. “Told ya it wasn’t poison!” Leo said triumphantly.

Donnie’s eyes were squeezed shut, still trying to regain composure, more than slightly embarrassed. “Thanks Y/n” Donnie mumbled, blinking a couple of times as he reached for the napkin you had been trying to hand him. When your fingers brushed his it was like electricity passed between the two of you!

Both of you recoiled in surprise and Donnie looked at you finally, “Are-“ he had been going to ask if you were okay. But as soon as his eyes focused in on your figure it was like something happened. You looked so luminescent, he had always secretly admired you but what he was seeing now was otherworldly. “Donnie?” You questioned, looking at how his expression had changed from concern to something like adoration. Your voice gave him chills, he closed his eyes at the sound. Everything about you was just perfect. “Oh my Galileo~!” Donnie breathed out in wonder.

Everyone at the table was looking at Donnie with worry. “Uh Donnie” Leo said tapping on his brother’s shoulder, wondering whether the drink really had been poison?! “HAS ANYONE SEEN A PINK DRINK???” Hueso shouted as he came out of the kitchen. The whole restaurant quieted as Raph groaned. “Yeah over here!” Mikey said waving his hand high for Hueso to come over. The bone man came running, grimacing as he noticed it was the turtles. He just knew this wouldn’t be good. “Dónde está?” he asked looking all over the table and noticing that only one glass happened to be empty. Leo was sweating bullets, “Señor Hueso, please tell me that drink wasn’t poisonous!”

“Eh? No no it wasn’t poison but it was a potion!” He reassured the blue turtle. Leo let out a sigh of relief but Raph glared at his brother shaking his head, “What kind of potion???” Raph said hesitantly. “A love potion,” and everyone’s gaze went back to Donnie. He had been ignoring anything and everything that wasn’t you. He had this dreamy sort of look about him as he stared at you. “It’ll wear off,” Hueso mumbled, upset that the drink had been wasted. He left the table going back to the kitchen. “Well at least it’s not poison right!” Leo chirped like the whole thing wasn’t his fault.

You didn’t really know what to do. No one did. Hueso said it would wear off so the answer was to just wait. The pizza came and the whole thing was kind of brushed to the side. Donnie was usually quiet so it wasn’t a big deal. But no one else knew how his feet had inched closer and closer to yours until they were resting side by side. Your eyes had widened in surprise at the feeling, and even more when you looked up from your plate to see him not flustered but smirking. His smug expression stayed there as he leaned his shell back into the booth and his foot went up to your calf, going up and down gently.

Your face heated up immediately and before you could stop yourself you kicked him. He winced under his breath, causing Leo to give his brother a side glance before he went back to eating and talking to Mikey about new skateboard tricks. “Get it together Don,” you whispered as you took another bite of pizza. “Get what together?” He asked leaning forward on his elbows, ignoring the food. “I mean, I know you might not realize but this love potion has definitely messed with your mind!” you kept your voice quiet as you explained.

“I don’t know, I think that drink just opened my eyes to how absolutely adorable you are~” Donnie said following your lead and keeping his voice on the quiet side. You blushed at that shaking your head, “Donnie you’d never say anything like that in a million years! Much less voluntarily touch me!” you tried to reason with him. “But I like how you feel,” he said reaching out with his hand to grab yours. Now that had everyone else’s attention. His three brother’s raising their eyebrows in surprise. “Guess it really does work!” Mikey said in amazement. Raph frowned, “Y/n just let me know if this is making you uncomfortable.”

Your gaze tore from where Donnie’s hand had held yours. “Hmm? Oh yeah I will don’t worry, I doubt it’ll get worse than this though,” you joked. Leo laughed and Raph nodded, they all knew Donnie wasn’t touchy. But that had Donnie narrowing his eyes, at your comment and how Raph made it sound like he had done something so horrible. He squeezed your hand, wanting your attention back on him instead of his brothers. You obliged without realizing his intentions, just noticing how his grip had tightened. You rubbed your thumb on Donnie’s skin and his breathing stopped. Sensations like this were heightened to him when it came to you (and because of the potion).

He had to hold his breath until you stopped seconds later, not wanting to make a scene aka turn into a churring mess in front of his brothers. Donnie held your hand the whole way back to the lair. And when you were standing around in the living area with Donnie glued to your side, feeling awkward about what to do now, he just pulled you with him to his lab. “Guess I’ll see you guys later!” You hollered over your shoulder to the rest of the brothers. “Donnie’s totally gonna flip when that thing wears off” Leo said to no one in particular.

“Soo what do you wanna do?” You asked once in the lab. You’d been in here multiple times before. Usually whenever you were bored you would come and listen to Donnie talk about his latest and greatest inventions or builds. He’d go on long tangents and you would smile listening and looking intently at whatever blueprints or finished products he would show you. “Hmmm let’s dance!” Donnie said enthusiastically, as he typed something into his wrist tech and music surrounded them.

“Dance?!” You said incredulously. You were surprised as he pulled you closer. He nodded, “I love dancing,” he smiled down at you, starting to move to the music and you followed his lead despite your reservations. “Really? How come I’ve never seen you dance?” You asked curiously. He shrugged, not explaining any further as the two of you twirled around the lab. He was a great lead, and you could tell he was enjoying this. His hands moved from yours down to your hips as a slower song came on next. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he whispered into your ear as he leaned his head closer to yours.

You smiled, “we’ll have to dance again then once the potion wears off!” You wondered if Donnie would remember any of this, if he would want to dance once the potion faded. You had a crush on the purple clad turtle since who knew when! It had crept up on you one day and ever since you couldn’t help but stare whenever he would enter the room. But you hadn’t felt confident enough to confess, plus you were a really clingy type of lover. If you did start actually flirting you probably wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him, which obviously was a no go. So you kept your feelings to yourself waiting for them to just silently fade. And yet here you were in Donnie’s arms.

You just knew you’d be thinking of these moments long after the potion wore off. It hurt your heart to think that way but you needed to come to the realization that maybe you and Donnie weren’t meant to be. You weren’t a selfish person, you wouldn’t force him to be someone he wasn’t, do something he wouldn’t want to do like hug or hold hands. So this love potion thing was like a living fantasy something that had happened only in your dreams.

“You promise?” Donnie’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. “Hm?” You questioned. “Do you promise that we’ll dance again?” The look on his face was so loving, “of course!” you promised, even if he didn’t remember, you’d say anything to make him happy in this moment. “I know you hate being touched..” as if to prove you wrong he nuzzled his face into your neck. You giggled, “but this has been really nice,” you sighed and you swore you felt his lips kiss at your neck.

[One week later]

Donnie woke up with a start. He sat up in bed heaving, looking around as if he had just ran a marathon instead of just waking up from a dream. A pretty damn life-like dream. It involved you, every second had been with you, dancing in his lab, following you around, napping together, limbs twisted over and under each other, holding your hand, tears in your eyes as you hugged him tightly, whispering something to him. He strained to remember what you had said. “Ugh!” Donnie laid back in bed.

He was up after a few seconds, it had just been a dream.. right? He walked out of his room heading to the kitchen, stretching as he made his way there. “Oho! Look who it is~~” Leo called out as Donnie passed his twins room. “Sooo how ya feeling??” Leo said catching up to Donnie and walking alongside him leisurely. “Tired.” The purple turtle said giving his brother a side glance. “Remember anything ya did last week?” Leo said smugly getting right to the thick of things.

Donnie scrunched up his face thinking… but all he could remember was bits and pieces of the dream. The dream! He looked at his brother in shock, “what happened??” Donnie asked not even understanding why everything was so fuzzy to begin with. “Leo dumped a love potion on you and you and Y/n were inseparable for a week until last night!” Mikey said in passing like it was old news.

“YOU DID WHAT?” Donnie yelled into Leo’s face who blinked and gave a sheepish smile, “right I forgot how that had all started, heh!” His brother turned back to escape into his room. “We’re not done here Leonardo, I was under a love potion for a week?!” Donnie followed after his blue brother not letting him get away that easily. “Yeah yeah, shouldn’t you be heading to Y/n’s and talking about how you couldn’t keep your hands off of them??” It was a distraction tactic but it worked. Every single moment of contact rushed into Donnie’s mind, replaying. It hadn’t been a dream, he had held you in his hands, put his on your hips and twirled you around, hugged you, kissed you!

He whipped out his phone. Turning away from Leo who readily used that moment to escape from Donnie’s wrath. Text or call, Donnie questioned. No none of that, he had to see you, now. The tears, what had you been trying to tell him?? None of it made any sense and he had a sinking feeling he was forgetting something important. But he was blinded by all of his unusual behavior, mostly the fact that he had felt comfortable enough to be glued to your side for a week straight. He knew he had a crush on you but did his feelings run that deep? He needed to see you!

Three knocks could be heard from your bedroom window and you rolled out of bed. Wondering which of the turtles it could be cause none of your human friends used anything but the front door. “Donnie?” you gasped as you pulled back your curtains. You opened up your window and Donnie hastily climbed inside your room. “Apologies for the intrusion I just-“ he fumbled with the right words, “this past week” and you looked at him hopeful, but as he looked at you helplessly, not knowing what to say, you nodded. “It’s okay, I know you were just under the influence of the potion..” you said but you had been telling yourself that for a week now and you still couldn’t seem to make your heart agree with your mind. You turned away from him, “no y/n,” he reached for you like it was second nature. When his hand met your arm he stilled.

“Please, just explain what happened, my mind is so foggy,” he said as he let his hand fall away from your arm as you turned to face him. You could tell he was confused with his body as he stared down at his hand in shock. But as you explained from the very beginning he looked up and listened to every word. You were blushing and he was blushing it was a whole blush fest when you recounted the way he flirted. “I can’t believe I did that!” Donnie would say, hands coming up to his face to cover it embarrassed by his love-potion self’s actions. “Well..” you had started to say but you swallowed, realizing if you said what you had been thinking Donnie would definitely know your secret. Your undeniable crush on him.

When you didn’t continue Donnie moved his hands away from his face, “Yes?” He asked wanting you to continue and you shook your head nervously. “Oh c’mon Y/n, now I’m curious!” He called after you as you went back to your bed. “Trust me you’ll only be burdened once you do know,” you said with contempt for yourself. Donnie sat next to you, again shocking himself as he reached for your hand. But this time he didn’t pull away, “I doubt that” he said smiling softly at you. “…I enjoyed it.. all of last week” you breathed out hastily, squeezing his hand. Donnie’s eyes widened, “r-really??” and you nodded.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you for some time now Don,” you admitted, if you were gonna confess you might as well lay it all out on the table so he could reject you properly. Donnie’s heart stuttered, then kicked into high gear. “That makes two of us,” he whispered. Your mouth dropped open and then you hastily closed it, “are you sure? don’t you think it’s the side effect of the potion somehow?” you sighed thinking the worst before letting your hopes get too high. “I’m one hundred percent positive, because I liked you before the potion Y/n,”

You jumped up to your feet suddenly. Running over to your record player. “What’re you doing?” Donnie laughed, watching you flit around the room as you dimmed the lights. “Setting the mood!” You turned and winked at him seductively and his mind went blank. It must’ve shown on his face because you giggled and came back to him, reaching for his hands hesitantly, “I made a promise, would you like to dance?”

Donnie met your hands, your fingers intertwining with his. He rose to his feet, the music started playing and the volume climbed until it was all he could hear. It was like a movie, he was in a romcom, and he was enjoying it. He smiled, “I love dancing” he said as the two of swayed to the beat. You smiled up at him, a twinkle in your eyes as if you knew something he didn’t, “we’ll just have to do this again sometime then!”

It was like he was experiencing deja vu and he connected the dots. Finally it was like his mind cleared and he could remember everything clearly without having to be told. He knew what to say next as he smirked, “you promise?” and you laughed seeing the recognition in Donnie’s face. “Of course! I can’t imagine dancing with anyone else,” and the two of you moved closer together, enjoying the moment, feeling more than giddy. “I like you,” Donnie said kissing your temple, you flushed, tilting your head upwards, “I like you too so so much!” You gushed and surged forward capturing his lips. His hands moved up to your face, cradling it carefully, he was so gentle, so loving. It was everything you had dreamed of and more~~~

[tasteofthedivine93]

Into You (18+) 🌶️🌶️- COD Fanfic

TasteOfTheDivine // Masterlist

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54933550 Rating: Mature 18+ (MDNI) Category: F/M // F/M/M Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Relationships: John Price (Call of Duty)/Reader // John "Soap" Mactavish/Reader // John "Soap" Mactavish/John Price/Reader Additional Tags:

Warnings: None Words: 10,377

Summary:

You confess to your boyfriend Johnny that out of his friends, you'd let his Captain, John Price be your one to choose to look after you if anything happens to Johnny. Johnny decides to invite Price over to see if he's worth his girlfriend and if you're happy with your choice.

Notes:

I've been working on this fic for months. I also love Soap and Price very much equally so this is an indulgent fantasy for me. Maybe make a part 2 if I'm feeling it in the future?

Running up to the front door of your house rain beats down heavily around you. Droplets of water drip down your nose and off the ends of your ponytail and down your back, workout clothes sticking to your skin. You feel a puddle splash up your leg and you groan in frustration. The weather app said it wouldn’t rain till the middle of the evening, so you decided to go on your daily run early - unfortunately to be caught in the rainstorm. You cut your path short and decided to head home.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you let out a few pants at the change of temperature, you didn’t realise your skin was cold from the rain absorbing your body heat. You shout into the house for your boyfriend; “Johnny?”

“In here,” his voice echoes from the living room.

“God, I’m soaking wet,” you shout from the hall, “and not the good kind of wet.” You chuckle to yourself. Shaking your head, more drops fall to the floor, toeing off your damp running shoes. You pad your way into the living room, a smile plastered on your face and your eyes meet another pair of blue orbs. Price. Johnny’s Captain.

In a surprise, you stop in your tracks and place a hand on your décolletage. “PRICE!” You yell a little louder than you intended, but his presence shocked you. Normally Johnny would warn you of a company coming over, be it Kyle or Simon.

You hadn’t seen Price for months, yet he looked the same, still beaming masculine energy. His beard is a little unkempt, no bags under his eyes but he is still rugged and handsome.

You hadn’t even really thought of Price of late, since Soap had been on an extended leave. The last time you feel you could recall was a few months back when you and Soap got very drunk and played “confessions” with each other. Naturally, you turned the game into something sexual and wanted to make your boyfriend just a smidgen bit jealous.

****

“Okay” your speech was starting to slur. You took another sip of your rum and coke. “My go, and this one is… gonna be interesting.” You bat your lashes at Johnny playfully with a smirk on your face but you giggle it away.

“Oh, this sounds fun” He smiles back at you, eyes dilating a little.

“If I had to pick one of your friends… to … yaknow… sleep with… then I’d pick…” You feel a blush creep up your neck. Soap remains perfectly still, holding a strong poker face. You can see the cogs in his mind turning and turning.

He smirks at you. “You’d pick Price.”

Opening your eyes wide and biting your lip, “How did you guess?”

His eyes never leave yours. “Really?” He replies, his voice a little deeper than before. “I believe the striking blue eyes kink you have gives it away.”

“It’s not a kink, it’s a preference.” You pout.

“Price, huh?” He rumbles deep, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“I mean…” you begin but trail off. Blushing and looking at the glass in your lap. “Only if it was life or death… which would never happen…” you mutter, worried you’d upset Soap. “Or like if you need someone to look after me… someone you trust.”

He looks away from you, the dim light of the lamp in the corner of the room casting sharp shadows across his face, making him look menacing for a split second.

“Not upset you, have I?” your eyebrows arch upwards, a coldness shivers down your spine.

He turns to face you, leaning closer and planting a kiss on your cheek. He stored that information away somewhere in his brain to remember even when sober.

“I’m not upset,” he replies as if he was reading your mind, “Mine would be ‘Busty-Rachel’ as you call her…” he chuckles and you gasp.

“OH FUCK YOU!” You laugh while smacking him on the shoulder.

****

You let in the breath you just lost and feel a small blush on your cheeks, embarrassed by your crude comment. “I’m sorry about that, that was…” you trail off, letting out a small sigh.

“It’s alright love, it’s good to see you again.” he smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the edges and clasping his hands on his lap as he reclines back into a more casual position. You smile back timidly while running your hand through your wet ponytail and finally turning your attention to Soap.

“Hey, sweetie, everything okay?” you lean down and give him a peck on his stubbled cheek. He reaches out and grabs your hand and pulls you sharply onto the sofa next to him. He returns the kiss, his lips soft and warm against your cold and damp cheek.

“Of course,” he said with a slight twang in his voice, and he never gets nervous. “I’m just gonna jump straight to it.” He shifts in his seat, squeezing your hand as if you signal to you everything is okay but he’s unsure how you’d react. You feel your heart jump, your blood pumping harder in your veins, and your throat closes a little. You start to think the worst, that maybe he’s trying to dampen the blow of some news you wouldn’t like - such as a 6 month to year mission or change of location.

“Oh, no, is it bad?” You blurt out as soon as Soap starts to speak. He smiles at you but his lips tremble and lets out a nervous laugh while squeezing your hand.

“No, no sweetie, it’s nothin’ to do with work, that’s all good. It’s something else… a proposition.” He glances at you and you drop your shoulders in relief.

“A few months back you…” you start, looking at Price for a second and then back to you. “A few months back, you mentioned something about Capt- Price.” He clears his throat, and you feel his and grow warm in yours. You tilt your head confused.

“I did?” You question, eyes flicking to the man opposite your living room.

Soap nods silently.

“Aye, you did. And I’ve been thinking about it… a lot.” He confesses, bowing his head to hide his rosy cheeks. “And one night out with the lads, I might have, let it slip…” he trails off.

Out the corner of your eye, you see Price shift in his seat, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his legs. He lets out a cough to draw attention to himself, both your heads face the older man.

“What he’s trying to say, love, is that he told me, about your little ‘confession’”, he smirks at you, you feel something in the air shift and you feel very exposed right now. “And I’m truly honoured you’d want me to be your… support system. But only with Soaps approval.”

You feel your eyebrows rise in confusion, eyes darting between the two men. You part your lips slightly and feel a small breath escape your lungs. A flash of heat bursts from your core with a mixture of acknowledgement and embarrassment - knowing exactly what they’re talking about.

Oh.

You snap your head back to face Soap and lean towards his ear, whispering. ‘My “Life or Death choice?!” You hiss at him. “You TOLD him?!” You try and pull your hand from his but he places a death grip on your fingers, not wanting you to leave.

“It wasn’t done to upset you, lass, it just slipped out.” He looks up at you with puppy-dog eyes, blues shimmering and melting your soul. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him when he pulled the “Puss-in-Boots” card at you.

“So why is…” You point at Price, still sitting stoically in the chair, hands gripping the armrests in a death grip watching you have your little freakout.

“Little Johnny here wants you to have a test run… And I honestly couldn’t say no.”

“Why?”

“Have you not seen yourself, love?”

“Really?” You blush at the compliment.

“Yes, love. A test-run. See if I am suitable to… care for your needs if I’m required.” His moustache twitches.

“Johnny, he’s joking, right? You’re joking, right?” You feel your stomach burn with embarrassment but also a little desire. You look between the two men who just stare at you like you’re acting foolish.

“I mean, what if something does happen - I want you to be cared for, satisfied… and I thought you’d like it.” Soap confesses.

Your jaw becomes slack, you know you’re sporting that “adorable but very confused” look on your face right now. You honestly feel as if your brain has fried, melted and poured out of your ears.

You didn’t expect your evening to go in this direction.

“I don't… want to cheat on you, Johnny.”

He lets out a chuckle, “It's not really cheating…” he begins, now himself letting out a nervous laugh and dropping his gaze from yours to stare at the ground. A small blush formed on his cheeks.

“What do you… mean?” You question, genuinely confused, tilting your head. You feel your heart skip a beat.

“You think I’d leave him alone with you at first? Heck no. I’ll be there with you… both.” He whispers the last word. A threesome? You both have brought up that question a few times in the bedroom but thought it was just flirting and something to fan the flames. Not thinking you’d do it, but also you’d thought the first time would be with another woman, not… a man. Let alone Price. His Captain. “I mean, gotta make sure he’ll treat you right.”

You stare at Johnny, slack jawed and mouth becoming dry.

“I know your porn history,” he whispers into your ear. You blush deep red. Both of you are open to pornography, sure you both have photos and videos of each other solo and together for when Soap is away, but you both understand it’s sometimes not enough. You both are open about your kinks with each other. You trust each other wholeheartedly. He’s seen the searches, lesbian, threesome… tentacles was the one that made him confused but he didn’t judge.

“Big burly men, fucking a sweet little thing, eating her out, spit-roasting her.” His breath on your ear was hot, he trailed his finger up your spine, making you shiver.

“It's all about you, sweetheart, we both want you to be… centre of attention.” Price looks you up and down like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.

Soap chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m too jealous too much to fully give you to someone else while I’m still here.” Plus, you know, that the bond the 141 have somewhat overshadows your relationship with him, having near-death experiences solidifies a core connection.

“Won’t do anything you don’t want to, love.” Price smirks. “Say the word and I’ll leave right now and we’ll never speak of it again.” He smiles that cheeky grin you’ve seen him do a few times when trying to persuade someone to do something. Lines form around his eyes, showing his maturity and age. You feel a tingle down your spine.

“I… I um…” You stutter, completely lost for words. Your eyes darting again between the men. You speak the first thing that pops into your mind. “Would it happen now? Tonight?” You panicked.

Price lets out a huff from his nose, his signature move. “I’m a busy man, love. Yes, it’s tonight.”

“We thought it would be best to… drop it on ya’. So you wouldn’t overthink it and change your mind.” Soap squeezes your hand again, god it’s annoying how well he knows your mind. You glare at him, hating how he knows you too well sometimes.

“I… “ you look between the men again, biting your lip and blushing. “Okay, yes.” You nod. “But no ass stuff.”

Price raises his hands as if to say ‘fine with me’ and Soap nods, smirking. You don’t see it, but Soap signals at Price with his finger and thumb nearly touching as if to say ‘just a little bit’, making Price huff out a small laugh.

“I'm going to shower, I’ll see you both in the bedroom soon - you can… plan things.” You stand up quickly and without looking at them you leave - you thought if you see their sparkling blue eyes piercing you then you might overthink it again.

Bouncing up upstairs, you make a b-line straight into the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror, planting your hands on the countertop and breathing in deeply. Your heart is beating so hard that the vein in your neck is thumping. It's just sex. You think to yourself.

He’s not your Captain, you can let Soap deal with his consequences and awkwardness later. Fleeting thoughts pass over your head about how close the team has been in the past. Long cold winters in the Russian tundra, months such in Rainforests and scorching deserts. It can be a lonely time.

You shake your head at your fantasies and turn on the shower, jumping in while the water is still a little cold to wake yourself up. A quick shave and use of your expensive body wash.

Once out, you gently pat yourself down and are thankful you keep some underwear and a bralette hidden for a surprise for Johnny. Now seems to be the best time for it.

You slip on the red lace, the tone compliments your skin well. The fabric is just sheer enough to see your nipples already peaking to attention. You fluff up your hair and put on a small bit of mascara and tinted lip balm.

Taking in another breath, you grab your silk robe and slip it around you, tying the belt into a loose knot. You exit the room, steam trailing behind you and slowly head to your bedroom door. You hesitate before pushing the door wide open to see Johnny on the bed in nothing but his underwear and Price the same but lounging in the chair in the corner - the pair of them turn to look at you when they hear the door squeak.

Eyes flit between the two men, taking in their muscles, their near nakedness. Price had much more chest hair than Johnny but both a somewhat similar build, however Price has smaller arms and a much slimmer waist than Johnny. Both their eyes look you up and down, you stand in the doorway nervously, playing with the silk belt between your fingertips.

Johnny can sense your nerves and pats the bed next to him and then offers an open palm to you. Skirting around the bed you take his hand and sit down, nervously smiling at Price… John, you should say, less formal.

Johnny leans over and kisses your cheek, squeezing your hand.

“Anytime you want to stop, just use the safeword, yeah?” He raises his eyebrows waiting for your confirmation.

You nod, “Yeah, it’s peaches.”

You hear Price huff out his nose and question; “Why ‘peaches’?” he asks trying to calm the tension in the air.

“Oh, it’s a long story…” you smile at him and he just nods in return. Price stands from his seat and walks over to you, he cups your chin in his hand and tilts you to look up at him, his slightly taller stature shadows over you. Your eyes glide over his small stomach pudge, his pecs, up to meet his once blue eyes now blown out and black with desire. You swallow. Your heart is beating so hard in your chest you could probably see your chest muscle pulse.

“It’s all about you, love, don’t be scared to speak up, tell us what to do, what not to do.” He confirms, running his thumb over your bottom lip. His voice was so low and deep it vibrated into your core, you felt yourself already getting wet. “Also, I want to hear you… don’t be shy.” He smirks.

“Don’t worry, sir, we’ve had the neighbours complain before.” Johnny chuckles to himself, pushing your hair away from your shoulder and kissing the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. Closing your eyes, feel your cheeks flush at your boyfriend's confession, slightly embarrassed but forgiven from his delicate kisses.

Price toys with the seam of your lip, daring to push his thumb further into your mouth. He tilts his head at you, watching Soap kiss your neck, you already let out a few grunts of approval.

“Can I kiss you?” Price asks softly.

Your eyes snap open and you nod, standing up. Johnny whines at the loss of contact from you but hand still holding yours.

Standing still, Price moves his hand to cup your cheek and leans down to take your lips in his. It was a gentle kiss, his lips were soft but his beard tickled, more than Johnnys, it reminded you of when Johnny came back from a longer mission with an overgrown mohawk and rugged beard to match - you demanded he didn’t shave it off straight away, you liked the way it tickled your inner thighs. That thought alone caused a moan to escape your throat into the kiss, more wetness pooling into your lingerie.

You hear the sound of bed sheets rustling and two strong hands snake around your waist, Johnny knelt on the bed behind you, pressing himself against the curve of your ass - you could feel his semi-hard erection already. You smile into the kiss with Price at how you easily turn your boyfriend on. You press your ass into him a little and you hear him grunt at the pleasure.

Johnny cups your tit over your dressing gown, kneading softly, fingers gliding over your nipple. Price pulls away from the kiss first and presses his forehead against yours for a moment - a somewhat romantic gesture that makes your stomach flutter. But you knew it was him offering trust.

He steps away from you slightly;

“May I?” he asks while fingering the silk belt, you nod and Soap removes his hands from you.

The robe opens slowly and Johnny grabs the fabric at the shoulders, draping it slowly off your skin, exposing you.

Price stares at your body and you swear you see his cock twitch in his underwear, slowly growing harder, you feel slightly shy and you move your arms to cover yourself but feel resistance from Johnny holding you back. He leans closer to you, his radiating heat on your back soothes you, lips pressing against your ear.

“No, lass, now isn’t the time to be shy.” His lips kiss the shell of your ear, moving back down your neck to your shoulder. He gently grinds into your ass, letting out a groan at the pleasurable pressure on his cock.

Biting your lip, you look up at the stoic man in front of you, he balls his hands into fists for a moment as if stopping himself from ravaging you, holding himself back. Instead, he lets his shoulders drop and reaches out to you - his fingers gently glide over your waist, your hip, over the smooth red fabric, he toys with the strap between his fingers, pulling it from your skin and letting it go - it snaps against your skin making you squeak. Johnny laughs into your neck.

“You look perfect.” Price compliments and you feel your stomach flutter again.

Johnny returns to kissing the apex between your shoulder and neck, you let your head loll to the side, closing your eyes and exposing more of the flesh to him and he grinds into you. You feel a hand drawing lines over your stomach and down toward your core. Price gently cups your cunt, letting his finger trail over your clit, you let out a moan at the touch.

You feel a gentle pull on your arms, Johnny pulls you away from Price’s touch back to the bed. “Let's get you comfy, pet.” He strokes up and down your arm, comforting you. You turn onto your knees to crawl up the bed but find yourself unable to move, two large callused hands grab onto your hips. Price pulls your bent over ass toward his groin and grinds into you.

“Sorry love, just needed you know what you do to me… us” he corrects himself. You bite your lip at the praise and continue up towards the pillow and lie back down. Johnny lies on your right and Price comes to lie on your left. The warmth of them both is making your head swim, the anticipation of their next moves and the night's activities make you shudder at the thought alone.

You hear Price let you a chuckle and carefully strokes his hand up your inner thigh, parting your legs already. You turn to look at Johnny, once blue eyes blown out from lust and the dusk of the room, you lean towards him and take his lips in yours. He cups your face and lets his tongue slowly drag over your lower lip, requesting an invitation. As you push more into the kiss, you feel Price’s fingers back on your cunt, you’re not fully wet yet but know you’ll be there soon enough. You gasp into Johnny's mouth at the foreign touch. He pulls away from your mouth to trail kisses over your cheek, down your jaw, your shoulders and down towards your breasts.

“Red is a good colour on you, love.” He mutters as he lets his lips drag over the red lace cup of your bra. He kisses the mound before seeking out your slightly exposed nipple, taking the encased bud into his mouth. You moan out his name and close your eyes for a moment at the increasing pleasure already growing in your stomach.

You feel that tonight might be a bit of a playful battle between the two men, who can get you wettest, who will make you cum the most, who you’ll want to be on top and who below. Nothing vindictive, a bit of fun to add to the evening, but still a reminder of how they’re here for you and you’re the centre of their worlds right now.

Price leans over and places a kiss on your cheek, you turn your head and catch his equally blown out eyes. You kiss him slowly, matching Johnny’s movement and letting his tongue snake into your mouth. He added more pressure to your cunt, you feel yourself soaking through your thin panties now.

Feeling a hand snake around your back, you feel Johnny undo your bra and gently pull it away from your body exposing your breasts, nipples at attention. He continues to lap at the skin, sucking you into his mouth and letting little moans escape your mouth. Price in return gently pulls your knickers to the side, exposing your wet cunt to the air of the room and without pause, runs his digit between your folds, already teasing your hole.

You sharply pull away from Price’s soft lips, sucking in a breath. You rest your forehead on his cheek and pant onto his beard at his touch.

“Fuck,” is all you can speak, causing Johnny to snap open his eyes and look at you through his lashes, still lapping at your nipple. He takes his free hand and pinches the other between his fingers. You feel so sensitive all over and you gasp at Johnny’s gentle nipping and pinching.

Price tries to one up Johnny and moves to give your clit the much needed attention, you jerk your hips, hissing between your teeth.

“Feel good, love?” He rumbles, you nod as you breathe in hard and fast. He picks up the pace a little as he circles your clit faster and faster. Johnny kisses around your breasts and back up your neck, he tilts you away from Price and nips at your lower lip. Invading your mouth again with his tongue, he draws another moan from you.

Pulling away, he replaces his lips with his thumb and gently pushes the digit past your swollen lips and presses against your tongue. You start to gently suck, matching the speed of Price on your clit. Johnny lets out a grunt, grinding his erection into your thigh.

“How about you use that pretty mouth of yours on me and let’s see if Price can use that tongue of his just as good as me?” Johnny asks so deep and low it vibrates in your chest. “You taste so perfect, lass, it’s rude to not share.” Opening your eyes that you swear roll into the back of your head and nod at him and turn to look at Price, eyes already half closed and you’ve not even cum yet.

Johnny was the first to strip fully naked, kneeling next to you on the bed, he throws his underwear somewhere in the room and you’re met with his leaking red cock in your face. That’s one of the things you love about your Johnny, it’s brass enthusiasm and openness. You feel your heart skip a beat when you stare at his broad figure for the millionth time - but still makes you flush and bite your bottom lip.

Price meanwhile moves down the bed, planting kisses down your stomach, hips and mound. Finally slotting himself between your thighs.

“You smell so sweet,” He grunts as presses himself into the bed, relieving some of the pressure in his cock. “You still sure, sweetheart?” He asks again as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties, already pulling them down over your hips.

“Ye-yes”' you breathe out, his warm breath feels like heaven on your clothed cunt. Johnny goes down on you all the time, he’s like a man starved, eating you out like it’s his last meal. You feel like Price will take his time, draw out your first orgasm until it's painful. You take in a breath and feel him pull the thin material from your body. Parting your legs, he kisses the hot and sensitive flesh of your inner thighs and he hooks your knees over his shoulders. He looks at your glistening folds, smirking at himself.

“Can’t say I’ve never thought of this pretty cunt, sweetheart.” His ocean blue eyes are blown out as he glances up at you. You see lust and passion in his eyes, something you thought you’d never see from anyone except Johnny. Teasing you, Price kisses all around your thighs, over your mound and everywhere except on your cunt.

Meanwhile, Johnny snapped his vision away from the man slotted between your thighs and stroked the back of your hair, slowly inching his cock closer to your mouth. Your eyes flick to the swollen and already dripping head - you lick it away with the tip of your tongue, tasting his salty cum. He lets out a small whimper, he’s felt your tongue countless times before but it always leaves him weak at the knees when he feels you on his throbbing cock. You reach and take hold of the shaft, pumping him a few times.

Johnny grips the back of your head, tangling your hair between his fingers. He gives you a gentle tug, tilting your head back. You grin at the pain-pleasure and continue to pump down his thick shaft as he inches closer to your mouth.

Price though, demands your attention and nips at the tender flesh of your inner thigh. You let out a small hiss at the sensation and met his eyes again, still pumping Johnny. His beard tickles you more than Johnnys and you feel your legs start to close from the feeling. Price lets out a primal grunt and pushes you open, exposing your wet cunt to him more.

His fingers squeeze into the muscles, eyes still locked on yours he takes a long and slow swipe up your folds and lets the tip flick your clit. Your hips buck already and you’ve only just got started. Johnny groans at the same time as you as the flick on your clit causes you to squeeze harder on Johnny's member and he in return tugs at your scalp.

Your brain reminds you again that tonight is going to be a battle for your attention and you’re not sure how to handle it. Part of you wants to be dominating, telling the men off and explain to them that they are to share you. However you worried that would sound too demanding. Another side of you wants to watch them fight for your attention by playing with you more. Your brain was fuzzy from lust and desire you couldn’t choose.

You shake away those thoughts.

Warmth envelopes your wet folds as Price laps at you, drinking you in. His tongue was fast, tiny flicks cause your clit to pulsate and you already start to feel your first orgasm building. You let out a moan. Price smirks at each little whimper you make. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick up your seam, he pulls back the hood on your clit to expose your sensitive bud more. He attaches himself to it and sucks, hard.

Hips buck under the change of sensation and you let out a sharp squeak. You feel Johnny’s cock twitch at the delicious sound.

“Jesus, fuck,” you mutter out as you watch Price’s cheeks hollow. You feel engorged and swollen. He pops off you and your clit is hard pink and twitching. A small line of sweat beads on your brow. It’s only the first act and you’re already putty in his hands. His eyes meet yours again, he kisses you softly, but eclectic shocks still strike your core. Without thinking, your spare hand comes flying up to your breast, you knead at the soft flesh and pinch your own nipple.

Johnny besides you lets out a groan as you squeeze him harder at your reaction. Coming back to earth you refocus yourself on your boyfriend.

Half lidded eyes meet him and you lean to take his swollen head into your mouth. He hisses at the temperature change. Already you can feel him pushing your head further down his shaft but you resist. You let your tongue swirl around the head tasting the tang of his pre-cum on the back of your tongue.

Price continues to lap at your sex, mixing between long and slow flicks, using every inch of his tongue to draw you closer to your orgasm. The first of many tonight. He teases your hole with the tip of his tongue, drinking you down. With your free hand, you entangle your fingers into Price’s hair, pushing him further into your cunt. You try to match his movements with your own on Johnny's cock, but he seems to have his own ideas. You feel his hips slowly start to rock as he fucks your mouth, the tip getting closer to the back of your throat.

You let out a groan in protest that vibrates straight down his shaft and he moans in return. You feel Price smirk against your cunt and you open your eyes to catch him staring at you both. His cheeks are flushed and you feel his fingers dig into your thighs at the sight of you with a cock in your mouth. Planting your palms on Johnny's slender hips, you try to stop him from going too far down your throat - compensating you start to bob your head a little faster, swirling your tongue with fervour.

“Enjoying yourself, love?” You hear Price ask as he pulls one hand away from your thighs and tenderly swipes a digit through your slick. You feel the digit rest against your hole, gently poking in and out as if he’s requesting permission.

You give yourself a moment and pull off Johnny's cock with a pop, a string of spit still attaching you both. You pant, gasping for breath and you nod - before your brain could even register, Price penetrates you with his finger. You clamp down already on the intrusion and let out a breathy “fuck”.

He chuckles as returns his attention to your clit, helping you relax as he curves into your sensitive spot. The pressure causing you to arch your back a little, eyes rolling into the back of your skull from the pleasure. You feel Johnny's hand cup the back of your head again, gently stroking your hair as his chest bursts with lust at the sight of you in pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful when blissed out, lass.” He bends down and kisses your parted lips, a few gentle kisses before letting his tongue swipe your lower lip, requesting entry. You let your jaw loosen and let his tongue swirl around yours as he tastes himself on you. You feel your hand trial up and down his abs, nails scraping at the sensitive skin. Johnny shudders at the sensation.

Price looks up at the two of you in your passionate kiss and feels that pang in his stomach - that doubt that he should be here. Instead he tries to regain your attention and inserts another finger into your dripping hole. He hears you groan at the stretch. Feeling brave, he inserts another and curves all three against your clenching walls and presses upwards hard. He feels your thighs shake at the sensation and he keeps rubbing that tender spot.

You pull away from Johnny's kiss and let out a breathy moan into his mouth, you feel yourself gripping at the bedsheet as Price brings you closer and closer to your first orgasm. Looking down at him, he locks eyes with yours and starts to lap at your engorged clit. You suck in your lower lip, biting the skin hard enough to draw blood as the coil in your stomach pulls tighter and tighter. Your hand still entangled in Price’s hair, you tug hard at the strands, causing him to groan into your cunt. You feel Johnny press a kiss into your shoulder, rising his head to your ear he whispers deep; “Com’on, lass, I wanna see you cum on the Caps fingers.” The warmth on the shell of your ear tickled but his words went straight to your core, causing you to finally snap as Price continues to gently pump his strong fingers in and out of you.

Finally after a few more pumps and a last lick to your clit you snap, orgasm washing over every inch of your skin. You pant out a moan, throat tightening as Price doesn’t slow down, he continues to overstimulate you and keep your orgasm going for as long as possible. He attaches his mouth to your mound, sucking at your clit, he removes his fingers and wraps his hands around your thighs, holding to his face. He’s worried he’ll leave bruises but he also wants to leave a mark for you to remember him by.

You shake your head, you try to protest but he’s a man on a mission. You try and wiggle away from him, pulling at his hair, as he continues to suck and lick at your sensitive bud but Johnny holds you down. Price just grunts at you, still lapping till you twitch and your legs start to shake. You lock eyes with your lover, you see Johnny stroking himself, more pre-cum drips from the tip. Johnny loves to watch you cum, even if it's not from his own hands, mouth or cock. The numerous videos he has of you on his phone and midnight calls must have given him a kink. He loves your noises, your squeaks, your moans. All those lonely nights in the abandoned safe houses or on base where he’s got only his hand and your videos.

“Just one more, you can do it.” He strokes himself faster now, tangling his spare hand into your hair more. He grips at your scalp and tugs, causing your head to jolt back. The pain-pleasure causing you to gasp. As if like a switch, you cum again, slick pouring from your hole and your body shakes. Price looks up at you, breathing heavy through his nose as he draws out the second orgasm to completion. His cheeks are flushed red as he grinds into the bed trying to relieve the intense strain his cock is under.

Johnny watches as you twitch and convulse in your orgasm, he lets out a shaky “fuck” and climaxes himself as well. Strings of thick cum spurt over your breasts and collarbone. He tugs harder at your hair as he strokes the last few drops from the tip, you groan at the pain. He lets go of your hair and gives you a quick peck on the lips, his cock slowly softening in his palm.

You look down at Price who finally removes himself from your molten core - strings of spit and slick still connect the two of you. He pants into your pussy, licking his lips. His beard is soaked. You bite your lip at him and smile as your afterglow sends buckets of dopamine through your bloodstream.

“Fucking hell, Price.” You breathe out. He rests his forehead against your inner thigh, taking in deep breaths. You reach down and stroke your fingers through his hair, soothing the man. You let your nails rake his scalp and he lets out a moan. As you continue to say wordless thanks to Price, Johnny takes out a tissue from the strategically placed box on the nightstand and wipes away his spend from your chest. You let your head flop back onto the pillow for a moment as you bathe in your afterglow.

Price lets out a chuckle; “Does John ever get you to cum twice like that?” he tilts his head.

Leaning up on your shaky arms, you purse your lips and cock your head as if to say “not always” but you feel a small smack to your shoulder from Johnny. You let out a laugh, leaning up to kiss Johnny's abs and a quick peck to his softening cock.

Flopping back onto the bed, closing your eyes, you let out a blissful sigh as your bloodstream glows with your afterglow.

“Now now, lass, no time for resting, we gotta give our guest his turn.” Johnny smirks as he looks down at Price and winks at the man. Price can only chuckle at his sergeant's cocky nature. He plants one last kiss to your thigh and slowly sits up onto his knees. His cock straining his boxers, leaving a small patch of damp from the pre-cum that’s soaked through. He palms himself at the sight of you, and you feel yourself blush.

You let your eyes wander his frame again, taking in as much as you can. You whimper at him touching himself, so you sit up on your wobbly knees, becoming face to face (chest) with him. You give him a quick peck on the lips, tasting yourself on him and getting some of your juices on your chin. Letting out a small chuckle, you wipe away the residue and begin to turn to Johnny.

“Johnny-”, before you could finish you feel a cloth on your shoulder. Smiling at him, you turn back to Price and gently brush the fabric on his damp beard, cleaning him up. A small blush grows on his cheeks and you smile at him through half closed eyes. You feel a small burst of something in your stomach and chest again as his blue eyes flit across your face. His hands come up to cup your cheek.

Behind you, Johnny shuffles on the bed and presses his hard chest to your back, wrapping his hands around you and gently cups your breasts, letting his thumbs roll over your sensitive nipples. You let out a moan, letting your head drop back for a moment onto his shoulder. With eyes closed, you feel Price’s hand cup your upper-arm, letting his hands slowly draw down your skin till he holds your hand. Brining it to his lips, he kisses your knuckles tenderly. You blush as the chivalry and smile at him. You turn your head and return the kiss into his palm.

You both gingerly smile at one another.

Price lowers your hand and presses it open on his hairy chest, you can feel his heart beating hard and fast in his ribcage. Eyes meet once again and you feel your own heart flutter. Slowly you follow the trail of hair down his hardened abs, not as defined as Johnny’s but there. Down his stomach that has a small pudge to it, and you graze past the hem of his boxers till you feel his hardened cock.

You palm him, and he lets out a hiss at the pleasure. His other hand, still on your cheek, gently strokes your rouged skin as you gently squeeze him. He’s radiating such heat, your cheeks flush. But also because he feels big… ungodly big under your touch.

Johnny starts to kiss your neck, down the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulders, nipping at the skin. He slowly grinds himself against your ass, still playing with your nipples.

Letting your eyes fall from John’s blue irises. You hook your finger into the band of his boxers and slowly pull down the fabric till it passes over a thick bush of hair and you see the thick base of his cock. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight, and you slowly release more of him till he springs free.

A small bead of pre-cum flicks off the tip onto your stomach.

He’s big. Really big. Bigger than Johnny. You feel your mouth water and you just stare at it. The tip is painfully red, a thick vein runs down the side and it doesn't stand up well - since it’s so heavy.

“John… I can’t…” you begin to protest. But Johnny stops you.

“Yeah, he’s big lass, but you can handle it… can’t you?” He kisses your neck again, this time moving his hands from your breasts down your waist and onto your hips, he knees your flesh, calming you down.

You turn to Johnny. “Did you know he was so…” you trial off.

Price chuckles at your bashfulness. Slowly removing his boxers and throwing them to the floor.

“I’m a ‘shower’, love. Course he knew.” He grins at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. He reaches for your hand that lingers in the air and guides you to his cock, it twitches as it feels the heat of your hand.

You wrap your hand (barely) around him, slowly pumping him. He felt so heavy in your hand, you felt a burst of something in your stomach. Price grunts as you squeeze him, using him pre-cum as lubrication. As you stroke Price a few times, you feel Johnny’s hand snake around your body and down your stomach. Grazing over your small patch of hair till his fingers meet your soaking hot pussy, he swipes over your swollen and puffy clit. You let out a moan and rock your hips on his fingers.

“Greedy thing aren’t ya?” He smirks into your neck, still dotting wet kisses on your warm skin. You nod, humming in reply. His finger parts your folds till he toys with your entrance. He dips just his fingertip into your heat. You feel Price twitch in your hold as he watches Johnny stroke you.

You raise your head from Johnny's shoulder and lock eyes with Price again, who’s staring at you with such intensity it sends a shiver down your spine. You lean forward and kiss him, slowly and tender kisses. You pump him harder and he grunts into your mouth, you feel his hips rock against your hand. Tongues wrap around each other for a moment before he pulls away - noses nearly touching. His once blue eyes now blown out and black with desire.

“How do want me?” He mutters. You shake your head, you don't care how, you just needed him now.

“Anything you want.” You whisper.

“On your knees for me, love.” He rumbles deep and quiet. You nod, you feel a twang of disappointment as you’d love him to press you in half - but knowing the porn you’ve seen, it’s more fair this way for 3 people involved. Johnny peels himself from you and you start to turn around. You slowly drag your hand off Price’s cock, watching it bounce under its own weight.

Johnny moves himself to the head of the bed, repositioning the pillows and leaning back on the headboard, arms spread out wide.

“Gonna give us a show then?” he asks no one in particular, but you do scrunch your face at him as you crawl onto your knees. You still feel weak from your two, very intense, orgasms but carefully you position yourself between your boyfriend's legs. You lean forward and kiss him again, when you feel a small sharp pain on your asscheek as Price spanks you. You let out a small squeak into Johnny's mouth, eyes widening.

You turn to look at John, whose hands are gently caressing your ass, squeezing the muscles.

“Do it again.”

Eyes meet and Price spanks you again. You can feel a small drip of slick run down your folds at the sensation.

“Like that dont’cha?” Price mutters as he swipes his finger through your puffy folds. All you can reply with is a nod of the head. You suddenly feel a sharp sensation now on your nipples as Johnny cups your breasts and tweaks the sensitive buds again - getting your attention back. You whip your head back and look up at him, he removes one of his hands and cups your cheek.You meet his eyes that are filled with… something, you can’t figure out what. You smile at him and mouth “love you” to calm him.

You feel Price’s thick cock now at your entrance, he swipes the shaft up and down your folds, covering him in a healthy coat of slick.

“I’ll go slow love,” he assures you. “Just relax.”

You close your eyes and rest your forehead on Johnny’s abs, breathing in his scent mixed with sweat. You relax as much as you can till you feel the blunt tip of Price pushing into you. The burn wasn’t too bad. You feel Johnny rub his hands up and down your arm and back. Price kneads your hips, thumbs pressing against your lower back.

“You look amazing like this, it’s so hot” he says smirking even though you don’t see it, but you can hear his tone.

Price lets out a grunt, muttering under his breath.

“So tight for me” as he pushes in more, you feel him twitch inside you and brush past your sensitive spots causing your hips to shiver and you let out a shaky moan. “Nearly there.” He assures you. “You’re taking me so well”

You can feel him splitting you open, the sting getting worse as he nearly bottoms out, he’s thicker at the base than his tip and it’s both painful and pleasurable. His hips finally meet your ass. You let out a breath and open your eyes, looking up at Johnny whose jaw is slack, eyes fixated on your ass and the man behind you.

Price stops for a moment, letting you adjust to his incredible girth. However before he can ask if you’re ready, you move on your own accord and start to fuck yourself on his cock. You slowly rock back and forth - his tip pressing against something inside you that makes your toes tingle, a deep moan escapes your lips. Your eyes are still looking up at Johnny. It reminds you of that video you sent him of you fucking a suction-cup dildo in this exact position.

“Fucking hell,” both men say as they can just do nothing except watch you. Price’s fingers press deeper into your hips as he guides you as you rock on him. He lets out a huff as you squeeze around him as you enjoy the fading burn of the stretch of your hole.

With your gaze locked onto Johnny, your jaw falls slack and you let your tongue rest on your bottom lip. He smirks at you and places his thumb in your mouth. You suck hard on the appendage in time with your thrusts onto Price's cock. A small bead of drool escapes past your lips and onto Johnny's stomach, he lets out a small chuckle as he watches you in awe of how easily you’ve taken to the Captain's thick cock and make it your own.

You feel yourself start to slow down as your thighs start to burn.

“Don’t worry love, let me take care of you” Price mutters deep behind you. Before you could respond, he pulls back his hips, leaving only the tip inside you and snaps forward, hips slapping against your ass. He wanted to test the waters with you, see how much you could take. You let out a deep moan around Johnny's thumb, your eyes closing as Price fills you up perfectly. He does it again, the squelching sound of your wet pussy echoes in the room, followed by skin on damp skin. Price’s grip on your hips starts to hurt, but you ignore the pain as he starts to thrust at a more consistent pace.

These army men have patience, stamina, and self-discipline. You thought Johnny was bad, but Price has more experience with holding his own. Johnny is amazing in bed, but easily cums but has the quickest refractory period you’d seen in a man. He’s back to humping you before he’s even gone soft.

You open your eyes, lined with tears. Johnny looks down at you with those puppy dog eyes - you feel bad he’s left out of this. You pull your mouth from his thumb and slowly lower your head till you meet his slowly hardening member. You lick the tip a few times, grabbing the base and slowly ease him into your hot mouth again. Swirling around the tip, he hisses at the over stimulation. Johnny lets his head fall back as he can think of nothing but your talented mouth on him, your moans and the sound of Price fucking you so good. Just as you deserve.

Price has to smirk at the sight in front of him, he feels his cock twitch as he feels himself getting close. He humps you deep and shallow but fast, hitting the edge of your cervix that sends shockwaves from your toes to your nipples. You groan around Johnny's cock at the increased pace.

“Oh I knew you’d like it rough, love.” Hips slap against your ass over and over, you arch your back into that delicious curve and let the tip of Price’s cock pound into that sweet spot over and over. You let Johnny from your mouth with a pop, spit strings connecting you both as you feel your third orgasm slowly grow deeper inside you. Your moans turn into louder groans at each deep thrust.

All you can do is rest your forehead on Johnny’s stomach, squeezing the base of him. Johnny cups the back of your head, stroking your hair as you drool onto his abs.

“God you look so good from this angle,” Johnny runs his hand down your spine, his finger teasing the top of your ass cheeks. His eyes meet Price’s and he raises his eyebrows at the man and nods. Price slows down his thrusts into you and you can feel Johnny’s finger swipe down your ass crack towards your puckered hole. You’re so wet between your legs, he circles the hole a little and Price feels you squeeze his cock on your walls. He lets out a small whimper, hips losing rhythm for a moment at your tightness.

“Johnny… don’t go… in far…” you pant out between thrusts, sure you said no earlier but deep down you know you like the added pressure and pleasure of a tease on your second hole. He lets out a chuckle, with his middle finger he penetrates you, feeling the soft ring of muscles tight on his finger. You clench down all over your pelvic floor, you hear “Fucking hell” from Price and a “Good girl” from Johnny but you also can’t comprehend their words. You're so cock-drunk your brain is mush.

Johnny fingers your ass gently and Price picks up speed again. Your toes start to curl as your orgasm nears the biting point. The added pleasure wasn't enough. You let out a squeak as you feel thick rough fingers rub your clit. A few more thrusts and strokes and you cum hard around Price and Johnny. You clench down hard on Price he thought for a second he wouldn’t be able to pull out of you, your walls flutter and hold him inside you. Johnny quickly removes himself from your pulsating hole and sits back, his other hand still cupping your cheek.

Before you can let your orgasm fade, Price thrusts deep once more, taking in your incredible tightness before pulling out. You whimper at the loss of him, feeling so empty. Grabbing his cock, he jerks himself a few times before cumming over your ass and back. He lets out a breathy groan and you feel the warm ropes of cum on your skin.

You feel like you’ve blacked out. Your brian has turned off and you sit in a bath of dopamine and pleasure as the chemicals swirl in your bloodstream. You try to flop down onto the bed but Johnny’s hands guide you to his side. You feel a tissue on your ass as someone, probably Price, wipes away his spend. Once you feel you have been cleaned up, you roll onto your back, still wrapped in Johnny's arms.

Lying on the bed, chest rising and falling as you take in very deep breaths, you close your eyes for a moment as your afterglow washes over your skin. You feel a rough hand caress your stomach, drawing lines with the finger. You can’t recall who it is, but you smile and giggle from the touch.

“S’tickles” You wiggle. A deep rumble of a laugh vibrates through you as Price pulls his hand from you, he lies on his side facing you, wrapping his arm around your head and you bring up your hand to lace your fingers with his. Opening your eyes slowly, you see him looking down at you as if you’re a piece of priceless art. You feel a pang of something inside, a mixture of lust, admiration, and infatuation, but also concern and guilt for the man.

You wonder for a moment how this will affect Johnny and his relationship, or is that just how it is in the army? You just move on, carpe diem and all that. They didn’t flinch when naked around each other, didn’t even bat an eye at the praise. Makes you wonder what goes on behind closed doors. You shake your head of the thoughts.

“You ready for me?” Johnny asked softly. “I’ll be gentle, I need ya lass.” You nod and he crawls on top of your body, hips gently grinding into yours. You wrap your legs around his hips and rock against his hard cock, slow long moments as you both are spent. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. While Price leans down and plants a few kisses to your forehead, squeezing your laced fingers.

For the last time of the night, you feel Johnny slowly sink into your sensitive hole and begin gently rolling into you, slow and passionately, making you feel every inch of him. You let out a sigh at the change of pace, you kiss his shoulder. You feel your legs shake from the over stimulation, but you don’t want Johnny to miss out, even if he has already cum once this evening.

Price uses his free hand to snake between your and Johnny's bodies till he reaches your apex, toying with your very sensitive clit one last time. You thought you would pass out by now, your body pushed over its limit. A tear falls from your eye as Price circles your swollen abused clit and Johnny pumps into you.

“Please, lass, I need to feel ya, for me, please”, Johnny babbles into your ear. You nod at his pleas and tense down around him - let out a shudder at how tight you still were and Price picks up a faster pace. The warmth grows one last time inside you as Johnny brushes against that sweet spot of yours over and over. You let out a whimper close to a sob, you were extremely over stimulated and emotions were at an all time high. Price coos at you praises, lips pressed at your temples. You squeeze his hand from the pleasure.

You feel the core inside snap but not as intense, you feel yourself gently pulsating around Johnny as you’ve done many times but this felt warmer. You pant out a few moans and Price pulls his hand away, letting Johnny grind against you. Your chest bubbles with love. Price teases your abdomen again, letting his finger glide up your sternum, between your bouncing tits. Till he cups one of your breasts and teases the nipple gently. You shudder.

Johnny thrusts into you a few more times, his hips start to lose rhythm and you know he’s close. Your pussy was sore but worth it after all the pleasure you’ve been gifted this evening. Your legs slowly start to fall from his hips from exhaustion. Pressing his forehead to yours, he thrusts once, twice more and finally cums inside you with a final slap of skin. You can feel his cock twitch as he coats your walls with ropes of cum. He grinds into you a few times, getting as deep as possible.

He lets out a breath and kisses you, cupping your cheek in his palm and then rests his face into the crook of your neck. Price leans over and kisses your forehead, for a moment you forgot your hand was locked with his.

“You did so well for us, love.” He praises you.

Johnny drops his dead weight onto you for a second, you feel his muscles shake from his aftershocks and his cock slowly grows soft inside you. He kisses your neck and gently pulls out of you, knowing you are extremely tender. Once free, you let out a groan at the emptiness, already feeling his cum dripping out of your hole.

Johnny flops to the bed at your side, still panting heavily and wraps his arm over your waist.

“Love you.” He mutters. You let out a small giggle.

“Love you too.” You cover his forearm with your hand and squeeze.

The three of you now just lie in silence on the bed, the air was thick with the smell of your sex, sweat and heavy breaths.

Price slowly rolls off the bed, slipping his fingers from yours and collects his underwear, tugging them on as he plods out of the room pulling the door too.

Once alone, you turn to head to Johnny, who’s nearly falling asleep already.

“Johnny…?” You ask timidly and so quietly. He turns to face you, eyes drooping shut, he smiles at you.

“You okay?” He mutters.

“Yeah, that was….” You giggle, still feeling euphoric from your many, many orgasms.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” He leans closer and kisses you softly. “Come here.” He pulls you to him, turning onto your side and slots himself behind you. He presses his face in between your shoulder blades, kissing the sweaty skin. His hand drapes over your waist and reaches upwards, cupping your exposed breast like he does every night. You feel the corner of your mouth curve into a smile.

You hear the door squeak open as Price returns with a few bottles of water, and a damp flannel. You smile at him, he hands you the flannel and you wipe yourself with it, cleaning up the mess between your thighs. It was cool and soothing. He places 2 bottles on the bedside table and opens the third, dropping back into the chair he was in many hours ago, taking a huge drink.

Your eyes never stop watching him, watching his muscles move and contort under his skin.

His eyes meet yours and you blush. He nods at you and you mouth at him thank you.

Smiling at you, wrinkles crinkle at his eyes and he reaches to the side of the chair to collect his jeans, but you pipe up.

“What are you doing?” You ask quietly.

“Getting dressed and leaving you two love birds.” He looks away at that, sadness and jealousy flash in his eyes for a brief second.

“No.” You say sharply. You reach your hand to him, wiggling your fingers, beckoning him over. “Need to make sure you’ll be a good cuddle after-care lover too.” You smile.

Price simply shakes his head and tuts. He couldn’t refuse you. He drops the fabric back into the pile of his other clothes and struts over to the bed. He tucks himself next to you, lying on his back. He reaches his arm around your head, hand resting on Soap’s shoulder, who grunts at the touch. You rest your head on his peck, and your free arm drapes over his waist.

“Do I get approval? Do I pass?” he whispers.

You pause for a moment, as if pretending to think about it. You let out a hum.

“Think you’ve passed the first stage of interviews. Might need you to come back for further tests and demonstrate more skills.” You let out a laugh. “If Johnny say agrees. Which I think he will.”

Price lets out a small breathy laugh, kissing the top of your head one last time tonight.

“Night, love.”

“Night John.”

You let out a sigh and close your eyes. Price reaches over and turns down the bedside lamp too low, leaving the three of you in a sunset glow, falling asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Hope you enjoyed! Kudos/Likes, Comments, Shares/Reblogs are more than welcome. As well as any typos, mistakes or just general feedback is welcome. I really hope I was able to make this a bit funny, some fluff as well as the smut, just not as deep as it could be? Either way, hope you've enjoyed!

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omg you’re sooo sweet!! I love your writing and it amazes me how you intend to just do a small drabble but it’s always series worthy & ik that’s not what you plan but that’s how interesting your stories get🥹 but I have so many ideas for the “how time has changed you” couple (you don’t have to do them all or at all, just a few ideas) but maybe you can tell us more about how they met, how she fought him and how he finally got her into Stockholm syndrome, and maybe some smut along the way either right before she fell into Stockholm syndrome so (dubcon/somno) or after and their just so thirsty for each other 😮‍💨

it’s all in your head:

pairing: yandere! yoongi x f. reader

genre: more angst than fluff || mafia au || yandere au || non-idol au

summary: you're the one that let yourself fall

word count: 2.1k

tags/ warnings: kidnapping, implied stockholm syndrome, unintentional mind break/ mentioned disassociation, mentions of minor injuries (bruises)

notes: chronologically happens before ‘how time has changed you’ but i think reading hthcy first is probably better ~ drabble requests closed (peep the gorillaz reference in the title) also!!! thank you??? you're sweet too my love <3 and thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read my stuff??

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Human beings are flawed in design. And somewhere, mingled between all the self-loathing thoughts, somewhat of a god complex had formed. 

You wouldn’t ever tell anyone, hot embarrassment too much to handle, but truly you felt as though you were untouchable. Like the universe had a secret little rule written somewhere in the stars that luck was always on your side. 

It had been a harsh slap to the face when reality had settled in. It was strange how for days you’d been watching yourself from outside of your body. Someone so familiar yet so different, who had your face, your mannerisms, everything so very you; yet she’d fallen into the claws of a beast. No longer exempt from the evils of the world. 

While you covered your ears at the incessant banging at the bedroom door, you from the real world simply curls up further into herself. 

You were aware that your captor wasn’t going to open the door. You hadn’t exactly been the kindest in your first few days here, more than a few bruises littering his skin from your outbursts. Sticky guilt seizing your body when you’d catch a glimpse of his arms painted purple from an unjust kick, because somehow you knew he never had plans to touch you if it wasn’t on your own terms. 

The little control you had over your life in the form of a lock and key. Yoongi had found himself more than worried when you wouldn’t even open the door for food, never below begging for you to come out even if only briefly because really your health was the most important thing. 

Through prickly thoughts of impossible escape and wallowing in self-pity, you’d tried to figure out where you’d met Yoongi. Because even if you had come across thousands of faces between meeting him, surely you wouldn’t forget eyes like his. A thousand secrets hidden behind eyes almost as black as the night sky; eyes that would have no problem picking you apart with nothing but a single glance. 

He seemed to know you quite well. Seemingly knowing small, insignificant things about you. Favourite foods, snacks you’d always seem to eye when you’d wander into a convenience store of an evening. Every little hobby you’d picked up in the last six months stacked on a coffee table. Clothes you’d been eyeing online for weeks, sat in a basket that truly you had no intention of buying; a faraway dream that’s not as far as it seems. 

A prison disguised as a perfect bedroom. And as much as the bed had looked tempting, silk duvet sure to do wonders for your skin and blankets that were made of velvet; you hadn’t dared fall asleep. Not until your body had begged for rest and you’d spend an hour napping on the woollen rug, only to be woken by a tray of food being slipped through the door. 

The first time you become somewhat aware of your physical body again is when Yoongi doesn’t show up one morning. Doesn’t tell you stories of his life, doesn’t sit there as you stare at your food; praying that he would leave you alone. That he’d let you go, or at least answer the questions that have you falling into an endless hole of hysteria. 

You shower. A rushed ordeal because you didn’t know when Yoongi would return. And then you’d fallen asleep on the rug until the sun had dipped below the horizon and Yoongi had made himself comfortable outside your door again. 

You’d tried to run, dreams of a world so far out of your grasp dying in your hands as you stand there only to find heavy footsteps that stalked the halls, a brutal reminder that you wouldn’t get very far even if you tried. 

The windows didn’t open, you’d tried that. Too scared to try and smash them open, sure they were specially made– impossible to break. 

You’d lost all concept of time. Days bleeding into nights. Hours melting into one another. Where seconds are nothing more than fine dust, something you relied on truly nothing but a concept. Unattainable no matter how long you tried to count each minute or guess the day of the week. Every day is a repeat of the last. The only difference would be what Yoongi would talk about, gravelly voice ricocheting throughout your mind until you lay there awake hours after he’d gone to bed, replaying everything he’d told you that evening. 

You’re not sure when it happens, but you start to expect Yoongi. Knowing that when delicate orange light spills into your room from the window, the sky the prettiest shade of pink, he’d be there. 

Yoongi never opened the door. Voice bold enough that you can hear everything he says, walls thin enough that you can hear each deep sigh that passes through his lips when he talks about certain things that irk him just that little bit. 

When Yoongi talked, and you listened, the world was shrouded in darkness. And you simply floated, merely existed. No expectations, not that you knew of anyways. And maybe he had a hidden agenda, something a little more sinister lurking behind airy words that silenced every niggling thought in your mind that kept you awake every night. 

You don’t think much of it when Yoongi doesn’t show up one evening. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d have done this. Sure to come tomorrow morning with a plate full of cake, maybe those cookies that you liked; way too expensive for you to ever splurge on. Hot chocolate or sweet tea, you’re unsure though he seems to decide based off the weather, and so you’ll have to see what a new day brings you before you hazard a guess. 

And so, you deal with the silence of the bedroom for one evening. 

By the second day of silence, you’d found yourself staring at the door again, every little creak of the floorboards in the hallway causing you to perk up. Tips of your fingers burning as you dig your nails into the carpet, feet tapping against the floor, bottom lip chewed between your teeth. Every passing hour of deafening silence tugging you further and further into a spiral. 

Without Yoongi’s voice your thoughts had amplified. 

You hadn’t been here long in retrospect, a month? Maybe a little more. Surely he hadn’t already gotten sick of you? How pitiful would that be? The very man who had shown an inkling of an obsession was already done with you. 

Day four, and you’re sat by the door, startling one of the maids who had come to give you breakfast. 

You bang your head against the wall once she closed it, the tray kicked away from you as frustrated tears cling to your lashes. Something suffocating grabbing onto your neck, a phantom hand cutting off your air as you tug at your hair. 

Self-pity is a terrible thing. An ugly emotion mutating into something a little worse until you can physically feel the sadness, tugging at your temples in the form of a headache, salty cheeks, tight with tears, or a heart that feels infinite times heavier compared to the ache of rocky blue sadness. 

As the sun rises on the sixth day, you decide to keep the bedroom door open, in hopes that a breeze from the open windows downstairs would carry some of the wretched thoughts that wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how hard you tried to drown them out. 

You’d tried washing them down the drain, scalding hot shower only burning your skin, red-raw and tender to touch– physical twinge of pain still not enough to make the world silent. 

You’d sat in front of the CD player for an hour before you’d flicked through piles of plastic cases to find a song you liked. And you hadn’t been all that surprised to find they were all your favourite artists. You’d only managed to blast one song before you’d kept the volume down, always listening out for all the little noises outside the room. 

On the seventh day, you’d sat in the doorway of the bedroom, legs tucked up to your chest. You’d only made brief eye contact with the herculean man standing opposite your door before you’d retreated back into your own mind. Because as much as it was tempting, you wouldn’t dare ask where Yoongi was, sickly hatred still gnawing away at the back of your mind. 

On the eighth day, one of the maids had asked if you wanted to take a stroll in the garden; that hauling yourself up in the bedroom all day isn’t healthy. And something inside of you had fallen out of place. So completely out of character, you couldn’t recognise yourself. 

You’d started flinging pillows and blankets off the bed at Yoongi’s staff, unsure if what was coming out of your mouth was words of sobs or shaky little cries. Your body seemingly moves on its own, free will fizzling in your hands as you act on impulse.

“What’s all this?” 

You stop, hiccuping as Yoongi stands in the doorway, blurry; veiled by tears that cling to wet lashes. 

“Out. All of you” 

You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hands, knees cushioned by long-forgotten blankets as you drop to the floor. Footsteps of those scuttling out of the room drowned out by the thumping of your heart in your ears. 

Yoongi runs his thumb over his bottom lip, your shoulder shaking as you swallow down another sob. 

He crouches, still far enough away from you. 

“What’s all this about, darling?” he soothes. 

“I hate you. I hate you so much” you kick at the blankets underneath you, “first you fucking take me without asking–” 

“It’s for your own good” he shakes his head, “I did it for you”

“Bullshit” you laugh, “Normal people don’t do this” 

“You and I come from two very different worlds, baby” 

You push the palms of your hands into the sockets of your eyes, “I wouldn’t know. I don’t know you” 

Yoongi hums, gentle as he takes a step forward, slow so you can see he merely wants to be closer, “But I know you” 

“And that makes it okay for you to act like you care and then leave for days?” 

He blinks, “Is that what this is about?” a laugh bubbling up his throat, “You were lonely, is that it? Because you could have asked for me and I would have come straight home for you” 

“Huh?” your eyebrows crease, and your eyes meet his own, “that’s not–” 

“Not what?” he tilts his head, something acutely mocking in his gaze, “Not you waiting for me? Not you slowly losing yourself to your wretched little mind? Always overthinking, so caught up in your own head. I have eyes and ears everywhere– I know every little thing you’ve been doing over the last week” 

You swallow, “I hate you” 

“Lying is bad, you know?” he hums, “It’s okay to let go sometimes. It’s okay to admit you can’t do things alone.” 

You shake your head. 

“No?” 

“You weren’t here. I was alone.” 

“I’m here now. I’ll always be here for you” 

Yoongi thinks people have pre-established ideals about him because of his job. Brute force and terror had never been something he wanted to instil in you. Never wanting to wear you down, pull you so far into the darkness that you stray away from the essence of your being. He loved you as you were and simply wanted you to see eye-to-eye with him. 

He hadn’t expected you to fall so soon. Had prepared to wait many more months if it meant he could have you where he wanted you. 

It’s endearing, how much control you seem to think you have over your own thoughts. The mind is ever so fragile, and truly, we are our own worst enemies. And maybe that’s what he found so fascinating about you. Wanting to weave his way into your own world, stuck inside your own head, so many thoughts and so many ugly feelings that he’d love to just wash away. 

And to just watch you find the little piece of freedom from your own awful mind. A fucked up hero that saved you from your own hysteria, because as much as you liked to think you were the one in control, he could see it. Watched as each day you slowly started to lose yourself. 

And Yoongi will never say it, will never take the prize of you sinking into his grasp, because you’d brought yourself here. And he assumes you’ll only continue to sink further and further until all you know is him; the way it’s supposed to be. 

And very soon, he knows the two of you will find something special.

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Empty Nest part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

-You took a deep breathe, stretching in the bed you were resting in. It’s been centuries since you had slept. You open your eyes, vision a little blurry. You groan as the memories of the previous night come back to you.

Fuck, you wanted to start a family…but was it the best idea to choose Sebastian? You roll your shoulders and sit up. With a quick look around, you find Sebastian entering the room, fully clothed and holding a silver plate, it had a cover so you couldn’t see what was in it. He locked eyes with you and gave you a small smile.

“I’m sorry,” He spoke softly as if you were a cornered animal that he didn’t want to startle. “I hoped to have breakfast ready before you woke up but I had to attend to the young Master, I hope you understand.”

You raise an eyebrow. Breakfast? You weren’t hungry, demons can go ages without food, you don’t have a use for human food aside from pleasure, you’d need a-

You freeze and take a deep inhale, recognizing the scent.

It’s…a soul? Where did he get one so fast? Did he go hunting after you fell asleep??

You couldn’t help the that your mouth was watering, it smelled so good, the love, hatred, sadness, anger, fear…you could tell from just the scent whoever he targeted had lived a full life, they’d be delicious…

Which led to your current concern.

Why was he offering you this? Demons don’t like sharing their meals, it’s difficult and not nearly as filling, so why would he go through the extra work? You sneer st him. “Funny, Sebastian. But you already got what you wanted, right? There’s no reason for you to do me a ‘favor’ now is there? I fucked you silly last night and you’re giving me breakfast in bed? Yeah right, what do you want?”

You really didn’t mean to sound so defensive but you were worried, was he just trying to get your guard down to hurt you? Was he trying to get you to sleep with him again? Is he that desperate for your touch?

Sebastian gives you confused look, grabbing a tray from god knows where and set it up, then placed the plate on it, taking the cover off to let you see the soul. It shined so beautifully and you wanted to tear into it, but you wouldn’t until you knew there were no clauses.

“Well, not particularly, no. I just want you to be safe, you can’t hunt while pregnant after all, right? I don’t want the love of my life to go hungry.” You grinned at his choice words…this…was odd, but well intended?

You ease back down onto the bed, still choosing not to eat, you could still hunt! But…you did owe Sebastian an apology…

“I’m not hungry and I can still hunt until I show signs, you should eat though, souls taste best fresh.” You pause taking a deep breath before talking again. “Also, sorry I got…upset with you,” A soft smile stretches across your lips as you look him in the eye. “Want a kiss to make up for it?”

Sebastian’s eyes lit up and his smile widened. “Would that be ok?” You nod and Sebastian leans down to give you a kiss, you reciprocate the motion, being gentle with it and letting his touch linger over you for a few more seconds. If it made him feel better, then why not, it’s not like it’s bothering you anyway. Sebastian gently climbed onto the bed with you again, placing his head on your shoulder.

You held the ‘snack’ in your hands and motioned for him to come closer for another kiss. You placed it in your mouth, when Sebastian opens his mouth you quickly slip half of it into his mouth and hold him there with a grin. You make him bite off half before pulling away. You swallowed the half you had fast, Sebastian is just sitting there starting at you in surprise.

“Eat it, I only wanted half.” You say and he obeys. He goes to thank you but you interrupt. “Thank you for the food.” You start to get up deciding now was the time to get out of bed. Sebastian gently eases you down.

“You’re not sore? You feel ok, right?” You know what he’s applying and nod. You say you’re fine and get up, deciding to explore the manor today. Sebastian quickly followed you, almost like a dog…

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My Little Love

Chapter 29

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!reader

Word count: 3.5k

warnings: MAJOR ANGST, sad kids, crying kids, sad Bucky, Reader being tortured (nondescript), being tied, blood, stabbing, non descriptive bombs, reader is a fighter ok, Lorraine (reader's mom) being a complete and utter monster, talks of having an abortion(not reader)

A/N: I am so sorry for this one.... 😬

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Bucky almost collapsed once his feet were on the ground. The compound was destroyed. It was obvious the missile hit the living quarters. There were injured people everywhere on the lawn and parking lot. It was a mess but he intended to go into that building and find you. Or he would if it wasn’t for Steve holding him back. 

“Let me go, I have to go in there. I have to find them.” He fought against his best friend’s hold. 

“Take a breath and look around you.” 

Bucky did just that. He looked around. There were hydra agents in handcuffs. Shield agents armed and standing guard. He then noticed Maria Hill making her way over.

“Buck-“

“Where are they? Were they hurt?” Bucky cuts her off. Impatient and desperate for some news, any news really.

“They aren’t here.”

“Where the hell are they?” 

“Charlotte saw this happen hours before it did. Y/N found me and we made a plan. Hydra was after the kids so she made plans to head to the tower. She said she’d wait for you there.” 

Bucky could breathe again. You were safe and so were the kids. He should have known you would have kept them safe, that his girl, his doll would have seen this coming. 

“You see they’re fine. Let’s go see them.” Steve pats him on the back. 

Tony is already working on the next steps with Bruce. The rest of the team is waiting for news.

“They should be at the tower.” Steve announced and the team relaxed a bit. “We’re going to head there now. Nat back us up, everyone else stay here and help where you can. Keep comms open and both teams will update each other as we go.” 

Everyone nods and start heading their separate ways. Bucky heads to the garage with Steve and Nat following behind. 

Soon three motorcycles roar to life. All three of them weaved through traffic with ease. The closer they got to the tower the easier Bucky could breathe again. But it wouldn’t be enough until he saw you and held you, all three of you in his arms. That need made him go faster and be a bit reckless. He didn’t care though. He was just around the corner and all of his worries would disappear once he could talk to you again. 

Bucky practically drove the bike into the building. He left it on the sidewalk but he didn’t care. When he walked up to the main doors he ripped them open and almost pulled them off their hinges. An alarm blared as he stepped inside and scanned the room. Security guards scrambled to get the alarm to stop as one of them made their way to the trio. 

“Captain-“

“Is agent Y/L/N here? She should be here with two kids.” 

“Daddy!” Henry yelled from across the lobby. The people that had been caught inside the building when it went into lockdown all parted for him. “Daddy!” 

“Bubs.” Bucky choked out as Henry ran into his arms. 

He fell to the floor as he hugged his son. His kids were safe, because of you. Henry cried into his chest and Bucky soothed him the best he could as his own tears spilled. 

“Dada!” 

“Doll. C’mere.” Lottie soon joined the pile on the floor. 

Bucky didn’t care that others were watching as he kissed and hugged his children. His kids were safe and far away from hydra’s reach. Very little scared him but losing them and you terrified him. Above him Nat stood by, her eyes scanned the crowd looking for anyone that might be out of place and informing the team of what was going on. Steve stepped away with the head security guard to discuss something in a more private area. 

“Buck.” Steve called and nodded in the direction of an office. The same place the kids had come from.

With both kids clinging to him Bucky stood and followed Steve. The moment he stepped into the small office his world crumbled.

“Ed?” Bucky looked at your father. He had red rimmed eyes and a grief stricken look. “What are you doing here? Where’s Y/N?” 

Lottie straightened herself to look up at her dad. “Bad man take mama.” She whispers with a trembling pout. 

Just as quickly as he had gotten hope it was pulled right from under him like a rug. Steve takes Charlotte in his arms, Nat takes Henry. Ed steps closer to Bucky and places a hand on his shoulder. He shakes Bucky to get his attention and pulls him to sit at one of the chairs in the room before telling him everything you did. 

“How long ago was that?” 

“About four or five hours ago. She asked me to bring the kids here and that’s what I did.” 

Bucky gave him a nod but he was only half listening by this point. Lottie is back in his lap and she pulls and twists the straps on his uniform. When he looks around Steve and Nat are gone.

“They went to see if they could find anything.” Ed fills in.

“I’m sorry.” 

“What are you sorry for, boy?”

“She shouldn’t have had to sacrifice herself if I had been there.” Bucky says sadly.

Ed just shakes his head in disapproval. “You know my girl, she’s a fighter. If you’d have been there she would have gone with you just to make sure you were safe.” 

Bucky gives him a sad smile because he knows it’s true. You were the one who held this family together. He would be nowhere without you. 

“Dada?”

“Yeah doll?” He looks down at his girl.

“Want mama.” 

“Me too. We’ll bring her back soon.” Bucky holds her tighter as he makes a promise to himself and to you. He will find you and bring you back. No matter what it takes.

It’s a nightmare, that’s the only explanation. Except your mother’s voice rings clearly in your head as you were dragged away and placed in a small cell. It wasn’t just small, it was tiny like a closet. So you breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth and your eyes closed to try and keep your composure. That way you can imagine you’re somewhere else. Like in bed with your three favorite people piled on top of you and trying to cuddle. Yes, that’s a nice thought while you pop your shoulder back into place. 

****

You zone in and out of consciousness as you try to sit as best as you can. The cell you’re in isn’t metal so you can’t break out of it. It doesn’t even have nails in it. Had they been ready for you? They must have been. 

Your thoughts go back to the woman you had called mother. If she was hydra, was the rest of your family hydra too? Had you handed your kids to another hydra agent? You shook your head to get rid of that thought. Your father wouldn’t betray you like that. He taught you what it meant to be a good person and to do the right thing. There’s no way he could be hydra. Right? It made you question every person in the family you came in contact with. Sadly knowing your mother was hydra, made perfect sense. What she said kept repeating in your head though. 

“I had lost all hope that I could turn you into what you were meant to be.” 

The door opens letting bright light into the dark space. You lift your hand to shield your eyes from it and rough, calloused, unforgiving hands pull you out. 

“Anything?” Bucky stood from the couch he had been sitting on. 

Since showing up to the tower Pepper had arranged for the team to be set up in the apartments there. When everyone had finally come in from the compound they were exhausted. Nat was the last person back after having gone to track you down, or at least try. 

“Your SUV was blown up.” There was no need to sugar coat anything. She pulled out her phone to show him the pictures she took. “No sign of her, I’m sorry.”

Bucky hadn’t expected anything different. Charlotte had already told him your fate. He looked over at the kids wrapped up in each other’s arms as they slept. Afraid that if they let go the bad men would take them. Bucky sighed and gave a nod. 

“I’m gonna go put them to bed.” 

With a heavy heart Bucky stood and grabbed both Henry and Charlotte and headed toward the apartment Pepper had offered him. He set the kids in the master bedroom and covered them with their blankets. With a kiss to each of their foreheads he stepped back out to the living room to sit. Bucky wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing that you were somewhere out there. 

Ed places a glass on the table in front of Bucky and then fills it with whiskey. 

“What’s the plan?” 

“We’ll look for her until we find her, I’m not giving up. Not until I bring her home.” 

“And the kids?” Ed asks before finishing the last bit of whiskey in his glass. 

“I- I don’t know.” 

“Well it’s a good thing I’m retired. I also spoke to the twins and Luke and Molly. They’re willing to come in and help while you go out and look for her.”

“They’d do that?” 

“Of course. That’s their sister and those are their niece and nephew. Besides, I think having Olivia here would be a nice distraction for Lottie and Henry. And Tony said that until we get Y/N back and end this it would also be better if they stayed close by.”

Bucky nodded just as a blood curdling scream came from the master bedroom. He rushed in, gun in hand ready to stop whatever was making Charlotte react like that. 

“Daddy, she’s seeing something.” 

Bucky moves to Charlotte’s side of the bed and tries to comfort her the best he can. She babbles but the only word he can make out is ‘mama’ and ‘hurt’. It makes him sick to his stomach to think that not only are you being hurt but that Charlotte has to see it happen. You wouldn’t want that for her. 

“Can you get Wanda?” Bucky asks Ed who nods and disappears. 

He holds Lottie closer to his chest and comforts her as best as he can. When Wanda walks in he’s relieved.

“Can you make her forget? Just for a little while.” 

“Of course I can.” 

Little sparks of red light move from Wanda’s hand to Lottie’s head. It doesn’t take long for his girl to lose the fight with consciousness.

“This is only a temporary fix.”

“I know, but she’s been through so much already, she doesn’t need to see her mother get hurt.” Bucky says as he gently caresses her cheek. “C’mere bubs.” Bucky says as he gets comfortable on the bed and opens his arms for Henry.

Wanda walks out and Ed closes the door to the room. He’ll do his best to look out for the kids but he feels unqualified. You’d know just how to comfort them. But he was drowning in a sea of worry and anguish right alongside them.

Pain radiated from your wrists where your hands were bound, down to your shoulders as your arms were held up and over your head by some hook. They had you dangling in the air and whenever you didn’t answer their questions or told them to fuck off you’d receive another blow.  

“Get her down.” A man somewhere behind you said. 

You were angry and tired but you would fight them every step of the way. When one of the guards did get close and had started to unhook your hands, you took the small amount of strength you had left and swung yourself onto his shoulders. With your hands free you wrapped the rope your hands had been tied with around his neck and then you tightened it until he crumpled to the ground. 

This was your moment to fight your way out to at least make enough of a disturbance that someone somewhere would think to come looking. More guards made their way into the room, people you knew. They had been part of the Strike team. Knowing them didn’t stop you though, you managed to get four more guards down before someone grabbed you from behind. 

“I see the kitten still has claws.” 

“Rumlow. I thought you were dead.” You grit out as he pulls you down the hallway.

 You fight against his hold and he slams you against a wall. He hovers over you as you lay on the floor. His skin was marred with burn scars. His eyes still held that same anger and resentment toward the world and it was now directed at you. Rumlow wraps his hand around your throat. 

“I’ve wanted to get rid of you since our first mission.” 

You claw at his arms as he tightens his grip. The light hits a chain he has hidden under his shirt and your focus moves to that. You manipulate it and turn it into a spike and you jam it into the space between his shoulder and neck causing him to loosen his grip on you. Then you run. Unsure of where you’re going but that doesn’t stop you. An alarm goes off and there’s shouting behind you. None of it slows you down, not until you have to duck into some room to take cover. 

Fortunately for you it’s an empty lab. You leave the lights off as you move further in. The first thing you did was move the security camera. Then thinking back to all the time you spent with Bruce you look through the room for anything that could be used to set a fire or an explosion. Anything that will be distracting enough to give you the chance to flee. 

****

You found everything you needed and you made a makeshift bomb thanks to some late night talks with Tony. He had rambled about so many things that night and now you were so grateful for it. There are footsteps that stop right outside of the door. With quiet movements you take your place hiding as best you could. When one of the agents walks in you don’t wait and throw one of your bombs in his direction. He screams and you take the opportunity to run. 

There is no way for you to know which way will take you out of the building or deeper into it. The only thing that keeps you going is the thought of Bucky and the kids. You pushed forward through guards and agents. Using the supplies you had acquired carefully. It was the most tragic of outcomes. The exit was just right there, a few feet away but you’re dragged away by your hair back down the hallway. 

Rumlow was waiting for you. His arm twitched as blood ran down it. You must have hit some nerves.

Good.

That bastard deserved more than that. Once his men have thrown you at his feet he takes a knife out.

“You really are a dumb son of a bitch aren’t you.” You spit as the knife flies out of his hand and into the throat of one of the men that dragged you back. 

You manipulate it and swing it towards the other guard. It buries itself into his chest and you twist it until he’s on the ground. 

“That’s enough.” Your mother’s voice rings out from the end of the hall as you move to finish Rumlow. 

She moves quickly to stand over you. You meet her cold hardened gaze. Lorraine’s hand connects to your face. The knife follows the motion and cuts her across the cheek. She grabs it from where it’s moving back in her direction. 

“Take it you idiot and get out of my sight. Send someone else here now.” She says over her shoulder to Rumlow. 

“You continue to be a disappointment, but don’t worry I’ll have you fixed right up.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“My my, do you kiss your children with that mouth?” She chuckles as she looks down at you. “Take her to the exam room.” 

****

All you felt was pain. The leather straps were digging into your skin and the surgical table they had you on was cold. It didn’t help that you were completely naked in a room of strangers, your mother being one of them. They enjoyed the screams they ripped out of you as they began their work. Doing what? You weren’t sure. The drip they had you on kept you conscious enough to feel everything but drowsy enough that you couldn’t fight back. 

After hours of what felt like them pulling you apart and then putting you back together they stop. You cried just from relief until your mother stepped into your line of sight. She pretended to be a mother by wiping away the sweat off your forehead with faux concern on her face. 

“Why?” You asked. Your voice was hoarse from the screaming. 

“You have to be more specific.” 

“Why are you doing this? Why did you join them?” 

“Join them? No,” Lorraine shakes her head. “I didn’t join them, I was born into it. I’m a legacy and so are you or at least you will be when I’m done with you.” 

“Legacy?” Your head hurts just from having to think. 

“Yes, your grandfather was hydra too. Actually he was part of the team that helped create the winter soldier’s kids, including the two you stole.” 

“What?” You looked up at her with horror. “Is that why you had us?”

“It’s a bit complicated.” She moves around the table doing who knows what before she steps back into your line of sight. “I guess I should tell you the truth huh? It’s not like you’re ever getting out.” 

“My team will, they’ll come for me.” 

“If you think so.” She laughs and waves her hand dismissively. You always hated when she did that. “Your brother Luke was a mistake. I was young and dumb and on a small leave from my job here when I met your father. It was only meant to be a weekend fling. Then a few weeks later I found out that I was pregnant. My first thought was to get an abortion but my superiors thought that we could use the baby for some testing. Maybe even create the next super soldier. They gave me a shot and then sent me to find the baby’s father. Unfortunately the shot they gave me didn’t work, Luke didn’t have any abilities, no enhancements. Then my supervisors ordered me to have another child. Gave me so many shots to prepare me better and somehow things stuck and here you are able to manipulate metal.

You should know that I didn’t hate you at the beginning. I was very proud that you would be hydra’s next weapon. But you ended up being stubborn like your father so I had to try and teach you obedience. It obviously never stuck. That won’t matter soon though we’ll make sure you can’t go against us ever again.”

You were reeling from all of the information. 

“The twins?” 

“Hydra wanted more so I gave them more but the injections didn’t work like they did with you. You must’ve had some kind of mutant gene or something but we never got 

A chance to test it. Unfortunately your father was around too often for me to sneak you out of the house for a couple of days.” 

Was everything in your life a lie? A tear escaped you. 

She sighs. “Crying is for the weak. We made you strong, there is no need for tears. You should be proud that you will be the next weapon for hydra. Then we will get those two brats back and reprogram them. The three of you can go out and kill as a family, won’t it be wonderful?” 

Lorraine starts to walk away. The fear of the kids being brought back to something like this grips you and you’re begging for her to come back. She looks bored when she steps beside the table again.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t go after them.”

“Whatever I want?”

“I won’t fight the guards any more. I’ll let you do whatever tests you want on me but you have to promise that you won’t go after the kids. Let them be.” 

She looks like she’s thinking it over and looks up to someone behind you then she smiles. 

“Fine, you’ve got yourself a deal. You let us prepare you and we’ll leave those brats alone.” 

“Ok.” You whisper. Relief washes over you although you know you can’t trust her. If she leaves them alone you’ll go through whatever you have to until the team finds you.

You’re dragged away from the exam room and this time you’re placed in a better cell. This one has a bed, a table and a chair. The guards throw you on the bed and then leave dirty, tattered clothes on the floor for you. You just curl up on the thin mattress and close your eyes. It won’t be long before the team will come for you.

Bucky will save you. You know he will. 

Ch. 30

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Still The Same

Stiles Stilinski!Brother X Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1886

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Can you do an imagine where your Stiles Stilinski twin sister and your really close with an original Character son of Peter Hale but your kidnapped and you are saved by Scott and he has to give you the bite and you have to tell your father

You and Stiles were twins and most people could see it in the way that you acted and spoke to people. While Scott and Stiles stayed close while they were younger and grew together you ended up becoming friends with a boy who had seemed to have trouble making friends. He was quiet and in some ways scary but you never took the warning worming your way into his school life and eventually becoming his only friend, his name was Madden Kazimir Hale. He preferred Kaz, apparently his first name was one that his father had given him so he never used it, his mother had given him his second and so he used that one.

Kaz later found out that there was more to his father than first thought and you were there the night that it all happened, you both found out that Kaz was a werewolf and after his mother explained everything you were the one to help him through figuring it out. You were both 11 at the time and now at the age of 14 well into your first year of highschool, Kaz had great control and you were both closer than ever.

You were standing in the halls waiting for Kaz to get all of his stuff out of his locker “you know, if you would just remember what lessons you have, your locker wouldn’t be such a mess.” You grumbled as he looked at you with raised eyebrows, short brown hair casting a shadow over his eyes as you waited for him to say something. “Like your locker is any better.” He argued “you and your brother are the worst of that kind of thing.” “I will have you know that I’m far better at organisation than my brother.” You argued and he smirked, he was about to say something when another voice interrupted you both. “Kaz, you’ll be at the party tonight won’t you?” Lydia asked as she laid her hand on his arm, you rolled your eyes before they caught on Stiles across the hall, he seemed to be bouncing on his feet. “Only if she’s going.” Kaz answered, that drew your attention back to him as he looked down at you. “So (Y/N) are you coming?” Lydia asked. “Probably.” You answered and she nodded. “Good then I will see you there Kaz.” She smiled as she turned and walked away, not even a second later Stiles slams into the locker next to you. “What was she talking to you about?” He asked. “Hello to you too Stiles.” Kaz muttered as he continued to sort through his locker. “Yeah, yeah hey, so..?” He asked. “So?” You asked in a teasing tone. “What was she talking to you about?” He asked. “Who?” You asked. “Not funny.” He warned. “I need a name.” You informed him. “Lydia!” He answered, voice louder than he had intended, you assumed thanks to the ADHD. Most people were used to him now and continued about what they were doing, not paying him any more attention. “Just a party, don’t worry you’ll be there, it's probably going to be after the game anyway.” You explained. “Yeah but why is she asking you?” Stiles asked. “Don’t worry about it.” You waved him off as Kaz closed his locker. “Ready?” “Ready.” He answered.

It was only a few weeks later that Kaz came to you with a new discovery, one that involved Scott and by extension Stiles. “Scott’s a werewolf.” Kaz said when you were alone at lunch. “What?” You asked. “How would you know that?” “His scent changed, you can smell it on someone, same way I can smell it on the guy that's been hanging around the school.” He answered. “Right, so what do we do about that?” You asked. “You're surprisingly calm.” Kaz raised an eyebrow. “It's not like we can change it, so I guess we have to help them.” You explained “you said that there are now hunters in town because of that new alpha, the one I assume bit Scott.” “I guess the question that we really have to answer is who is this alpha.” Kaz shrugged “but maybe we should talk to your brother and Scott first.” “Yeah I guess you are right.” You nodded.

Later that evening with your Dad still working, you and Kaz corner Scott and Stiles in his room “so are you guys going to tell us why you're acting so weird?” You asked as you walked over to Stiles' bed laying down. “W-what are you talking about?” Scott asked. “You don't need your inhaler, being super good at Lacrosse now.” You turned your attention to Stiles “your unnatural interest in the new murders, the hale house and your unbelievable jumpiness.” “I’m always this way.” Stiles answered. “You sir are a terrible liar.” You smirked. “Even if I didn’t know, I’d know they were hiding something.” Kaz as he walked purposefully past Scott before falling back on the other side of the bed his head landing on your stomach. “You don’t know what it is do you?” “What are you talking about?” Stiles asked. “I was talking to Scott.” Kaz pointed at the person that he named while you began to gently run your hand through his short hair. “W-what are you talking about?” Scott asked. “Terrible lairs.” Kaz said, eyes shifting to you. “Terrible.” You nodded. “Their hearts are hammering.” Kaz teased but when he looked back at them both his eyes glowing a bright yellow. “You're a werewolf!?” Stiles asked. “You haven’t figured out that half the Hale family were?” Kaz asked. “What!?” Stiles asked. “Looks like you're going to have to take it from the top.” You sighed as Kaz settled in to tell them everything that he knew.

It had been 3 years since Scott had been turned, he was now an Alpha but not through bloodshed instead through pure will power. Kaz had since met his father and still wanted very little to do with him, even less when he found out about his sister, someone that was only a few months younger than him. You had no time to dwell on the family links that had yet to be made but you stayed close friends with Kaz which was probably how you ended up being kidnapped. With Kaz’s name having just appeared on the Dead pool someone must have seen you as the ticket to getting to him.

You don’t even know where you are, you just know that it smelled musty and the man in front of you was terrifying, he had a large hunting knife in his hand you had a feeling that he was about to use it. “Let’s hurry this along shall we?” He asked as he crouched in front of you, the knife plunged into your stomach, you screamed out in pain as he got up and walked over to the table picking up your phone, he used your finger to unlock your phone before filming a video and sending it to Kaz. “With any luck you will see them before you die.” He wrapped his hand around the knife ripping it from your stomach “I doubt it though.” You watched as he carefully stepped over something on his way out of the room, a trip wire, making sure to keep that in the forefront of your mind.

You don’t know how much longer you wait before you hear the scuffling but as soon as you hear movement you start to talk about the trap, making your voice as loud as you could, which was only a mumble “trap by the door, step over the wire.” You mumbled it on repeat and luckily it seemed Kaz was in tune with you in more ways than one, his hand shooting out to stop Scott from stepping any closer to you. “She warned us of something.” He said as he looked down at the floor catching sight of the wire there. “Careful.” He ordered as he stepped over the wire, careful to keep an eye out for anything else, finally getting to you and taking your hands in his face. “Hey there, you scared me, thought you weren’t going to let anything happen to you.” “Sorry.” You mumbled. “No need to be sorry we found you, so now all we need is to get you out of here.” Kaz said softly, you smiled. “We both know that’s not true.” You said softly. “I know I’m dying.” “No.” Kaz argued “do you remember what you said to me when we talked about dying?” “Mmm.” You hummed. “What did you say?” He asked. “I choose life even if it means that I’m not human anymore.” You answered. “Are you sure?” Scott asked. “I’m sure.” You answered.

Choosing to live at the time seemed like a good choice but now that it was time to tell your Dad what you had done to do so you honestly worried that it was push him over the edge, after everything that had happened with Stiles you were concerned that he’d hate you for this, you’d never be able to walk away from this life. “I can tell him it was my fault if you want, he’d believe it.” Kaz said from where he was sitting. “No I won’t lie to him.” You answered. “See that confidence that’s what you need to go there with, trust me it’s going to be fine your Dad loves you, but you always have me, we can go anywhere we want if this doesn’t go the way that you want it to.” Kaz promised you. “Thanks Kaz.” You smiled, you walked into your Dad’s office and swallowed as he looked up at you smiling. “Hey (Y/N/N) what are you doing here?” He asked. “I have to talk to you about something.” You said, he nodded, taking off his glasses and giving you his full attention. “Do you remember back when I got kidnapped and Scott and Kaz found me?” “Yes.” He answered, he seemed stiff at the memory of it. “Well something happened, something that I think that I should tell you about, I understand that you might not see me the same as you had before but I can’t keep it a secret, that will just make it worse.” You took a deep breath. “I was stabbed when I was taken and I was about to die, I told Scott to bite me, I didn’t want to die and there was a way to stop it, I just… I wasn’t…” “Ready?” He asked. “Mmm.” You hummed. “It’s okay.” He promised as you looked at him. “R-really?” You asked. “Things are going to be different, you will be but you are still my daughter and I will love you all the same.” He promised. “Really?” You asked. “Of course.” He answered. “Oh thank god, I was looking for the cheapest place to run off to with Kaz.” You sighed. “You and your brother are always so dramatic.” Your Dad teased as he pulled you into a hug. “You will always be my little (Y/N/N).” He promised, your eyes caught Kaz’s through the window and he smiled simply mouthing ‘I told you.’ from his reclined position on one of the seats outside.

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